Pick of the Litter

Pick of the Litter

In preparation for the women’s retreat at my friends’ house, I agreed to help by picking up some of the litter and trash on the quarter-mile dirt road leading up to their property. Armed with a plastic container and a four-wheeler, I set out to pick up trash.

What I discovered is some people, in general, have no regard for the environment and will flippantly discard their beer cans and liquor bottles on the side of the road. I also learned some people, specifically those who cruise up and down Folsom Road in Hahira, Georgia, have a penchant for (in this order) Natural Light, Busch, and Bud Light.

And one of them has a girlfriend because there was a skinny can of Michelob Ultra.


Called to Drink

It’s been my experience that life is found in the spontaneous moments.

“Dude. Whatcha’ doing right now.”

“Talking to you.”

“I mean …. do you have anything going on this afternoon.”

“No. Why?”

“Want to go get some beers?”

“Are you in the need for some beers?”

“Dude ….. I’m always in the need for some beers.”

“Let’s do it.”

As so ‘it’ happened, and so my buddy and I got together for some beer and some grub. Totally off diet, but totally worth it. There was no rhyme or reason. We weren’t planning anything. He didn’t need to give anything to me or I return anything to him. We just got together because we could.

And we got together because I told to do so.

I know a lot of people will roll their eyes at the notion that God speaks to them. Statements like those often lead to bizarre follow-up questions or awkward silence. So I can only imagine how it will be received as I tell you that God told me to go drink beer with my friend. “Dude. I turned water into wine at a party. Go share in some suds with you bud.” {As an aside, I love the notion of surfer-dude Jesus. Jesus calling out to the first disciples in their boat: “Sup, dudes. Catch anything? No? Try the other side, man.” Jesus telling Peter he will deny him three times: “Duuuuuuude. Before the rooster crows, you’re gonna like totally deny me three times. Bummer, I know.” This would make for an excellent play. Anyways….}

It wasn’t a voice. There was no sign. It was more of a feeling. At the moment I reached out to my friend, I felt a conviction there was nothing more important that I needed to be doing. It was the feeling of, “Go. Leave now. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.”

As it turns out, my friend had a lot on his mind. As a guy, I was someone to whom he could simply turn and just talk, vent, inquire, wonder, etc. By the end of the third beer, I could see his demeanor had changed. He was tight when I met up with him. As we headed home, he seemed more relaxed and a little more at ease.

Whatever the reason, be it divine intervention or simple random impulse, this evening meant a lot to me. I am quite sure it meant a lot to my buddy as well. At the end of the day, we don’t need a special occasion to make an occasion special. All we need is the motivation to reach out to each other and be to others the type of friend that makes a difference in someone’s life.

That and beer.


Well Deserved Gold

The women and men of the Canadian national hockey teams took home gold in the Winter Olympics in Sochi. You could say they deserved gold because of their team play, perseverance, and skill. I would say it’s because they come from the country that produced once of the coolest refrigerators ever.

A Look At Stress

This was forwarded to me from my boss, and I found it so apropos given some of the events currently going on in both my life and the life of my wife. I plan to meditate on this next week as I will be de-stressing on The Rock Boat, but instead of water, I’ll be using a 12 oz. bottle of beer.


A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

Answers called out ranged from 8 oz. to 20 oz.

She replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long I …hold it. If I hold it for a minute, it’s not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn’t change, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.” She continued, “The stresses and worries in life are like that glass of water. Think about them for a while and nothing happens. Think about them a bit longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed – incapable of doing anything.”

It’s important to remember to let go of your stresses. As early in the evening as you can, put all your burdens down. Don’t carry them through the evening and into the night. Remember to put the glass down!

183/365 Sunday Lazy Sunday

So after a busy Saturday that was full with cleaning and tidying and yard work, Lee and I chillaxed some today.

Coming from home following church, we grabbed a bite, picked up some beers, and parked ourselves in front of the TV to watch the finals of the Euro 2012 football tournament. Given Spain’s dominance in the game, it ended up become the perfect time to take a nap.

As for the aforementioned brewskies, I think I may have stumbled across a new favorite. The best part is it’s from a brewery right here in Tampa.

006/365 Friday Night Lites

After really horrendous traffic put a damper on our plans for the evening (Lee got home too late for us to make it on time for the event we’d planned on attending), we decided to just have a nice, quit evening by ourselves. We ran down the street to a local Italian restaurant for a bite to eat, then came home an indulged a little.

I had a cigar from New Year’s Eve that had gone un-smoked as well as a specialty beer in my fridge I’d been meaning to try. So I broke out both of them, and Lee grabbed a tumbler … glass of wine, and we sat on our lanai and just talked. Is there anything better than having a wonderful conversation with your best friend?