Sometimes I forget just how lucky I am.  The folks aren’t perfect but they’re pretty cool.  I never had to worry much about money, or where my next meal was coming from.  Not everybody is as fortunate.  When I was in university, I would see my classmates sell textbooks to put themselves through school.  I never had to worry about that.

At the end of the day though, it’s still all on me.  I have every opportunity to make it big, I just have to capitalize, to plan and to execute.  Let’s make it happen, yo!

I realize I miss out on so much because I am not a football fanatic.  I don’t have a favorite team.  My closet is stocked with basketball jerseys, but no football jerseys.  I don’t party during the world cup, and I don’t prepare Dutch Master cigars in case my team wins the championship.

OK, granted that I don’t really party or get drunk or smoke in general, but still.  It feels like there’s so much energy there that I am missing out on!  Of course, I guess I could do all those things with my current NBA obsession, but for some reason, it seems more fun with the world cup.  Bah.  I chose my sport already.  Might as well stick with it.

It’s weird how time seems to go faster as you get older.  It sounds cliche, but it feels like New Year’s eve was just yesterday, and now we’re about to enter the “ber” months.  Pretty soon I’ll start getting holiday invitations in the mail, and planning holiday gatherings with family and friends.  And then another year would have passed.  Hopefully I learn something by then.

It’s just how life works, I guess.  I suddenly feel like my time is so limited and short, that there isn’t enough time to do all the things I want to.  That’s why I have to get started ASAP.  Time waits for no one!

I am so out of shape.  Last Friday, I put up a stinker of a game.  I’d like to say that it was due to the cut in my mouth and being on medication, but fact of the matter is, I stunk.  The biggest issue was my endurance.  Not making shots is one thing, but not being able to get back on defense (or offense for that matter) is a whole different ball park.

Need to rebuild my endurance.  I remember being able to play basketball all day without resting.  Got to get back to that level.  Either that or start using a portable oxygen concentrator, and I don’t have the money for that.  Although admittedly, having one around should prove to be useful.

I’m a pretty simple guy.  Keep it practical and pragmatic and cost effective.  That’s me.  The GF is, too.  Except she also wants things pretty.  For the life of me, sometimes I really don’t get it.  For example, for me, I need a faucet to control water flow and not leak.  That’s it.  She’s choosing between Grohe and Elkay and all these other brands I’ve never even heard of!

I guess it works.  We make a pretty good team.  She chooses, I’ll complain and pay for it.  At the end of the day, I’ll still get my faucet.  It will just cost around four times as much.