The eyes of the "Tiger"

    The other weekend marked the tenth time, the infamous Tiger Woods, missed a PGA Tour cut for a tournament. Whatever happened to this golden boy of golf? How did Tiger fall so hard. Well, a person could make a case for his downfall being the pressure of being on top, in a professional sport. They would not be too far off .Remember there is always someone who is on top. That is a sad fact of everything in this world, there is always a top rung on any ladder. Tiger, was the worlds #1 ranked golfer for over ten years, I believe.
    Others, could make a case about his infidelity issues. Tiger, had the "Dream girl" for a wife. This woman, was the nanny to the King of Sweden's children. She was a trophy wife, without being the trophy wife. She is extremely beautiful, very well educated, and until he started having sex with women, who  a  friend of mine says, "Looks like Mrs. Piggy." The beauty he called wife, was no more.
   So, as you see, those two things are undoubtedly great cases for his issues, but if you want my opinion, and I hope you do because I will give it anyways, but what I think his fall from grace has been; is the loss of his father those few years ago. Now, speaking form a son's perspective, and one whose father is now sixty years old; when the time comes for me to deal with that loss, there will be a hole so big; the wind will whistle.
   Will Tiger ever regain his edge; I don't know. I hope so, because he is one hell of a shot maker. The sheer talent of that guy; blows my mind. Nike sure got their money's worth, when they bought him for a hundred million.
   I recall, a shot he made at the Master's tournament maybe, eight years ago. Now, this was in his hey, day. The time when all he had to do to win was-- show up. I mean, he would show up to play; even if he were ten strokes in the lead. Come Sunday, he had his trademark bright red, Sunday Tiger Woods; I am here to win by a hundred strokes shirt.
   What happened was this, Tiger was in the rough right next to the green; possibly in the bunker, I am unsure. Like I said, this was the Master's, and this course, is a course that eats people up; without thought. He was looking at a downhill, with a touch of left to right slope. It was very late in the afternoon, so the hole was in the shade of a monster tree. Tiger had  said in an interview, that he was aiming for a spot right next to a specific shadow, so he could just gently run the ball up tight to the hole. What he actually did was, he hit the ball perfect. It was as if the ball found the only groove that went straight into the cup
   I really hope Tiger gets his act together, because if he does; then people will get to see something that has only been done one other time. And that is win eighteen major tournaments, and then finally, his nineteenth, to break the tie. If those things come to fruition, then he will sit atop the best there ever was, or will be.
   Whatever he is going to do, he had better do it quick. Tiger has roughly, fifteen, maybe twenty years of play left in him, and with only four majors a year; not to mention, the field of competitors are no longer scared of him. He definitely has lofty goal ahead of him, but I think if he buckles down; he will be just fine. So, keep an eye on him. I think he will rise from the ashes to become the champion we all know he can be.

Megaladons

    I just got done reading an article from a page I like on Facebook. The headline was, "Could there be Megaladons living at the bottom of the ocean." Now, for those who do not know what a Megaladon is; picture if you will, a Great White shark that is 3 times bigger than any known modern shark. Basically, thi thing is a freight train with teeth and a serious appetite. Some of the biggest Megaladon teeth ever found are roughly seventeen centimeters long. Compared to today's Great White's teeth.... WOW were talking huge. (yes that is a term of measurement)
   These things were the apex predator of its day, and according to the article I read, these things only died out 1.6 million years ago, and so, this is why people ask such stupid questions. I say their questions are stupid because, even an amateur like me knows info like this points to a serious no about them still being alive. 
   When Megaladons were in the ocean, there was no other killer like it. This thing would eat whales for Christ's sake; that's right I said whales. So I say to the fools asking the question of; is this thing is still alive and well at the bottom of the ocean; I say.... don't be dumb. If this thing were alive it most definitely would not be hiding out at the bottom of the ocean. I mean, this thing could eat a school bus full of children. So anything that can do that... isn't going to hide at the bottom of the ocean.  
    These mother truckers will do whatever they want to do. If these things were alive, and they wanted to come onto the shore...they would. Nothing could stop them. So I know what I think; please comment your thoughts on this subject. I am very keen to see what is said. Take my people, and please make sure to follow my blog

Attraction

    I ask myself from time to time,"Do I attract women?" The answer to that question sadly is, I don't know! Don't get me wrong I try to attract women, but.... in the end the truth is....I do not know. I think I am an awesome guy; someone who is worth getting to know. I mean, I am cute as the dickens, and all. So how do I know for sure; short of simply walking up and asking. I am definitely not scared to do that; I would like some kind of sign though. I have always been an advocate for honesty. 
    What does a guy have to do to attract a good woman?, and most importantly how do I know she is interested when I do?. Some people would say her being nice is a good sign, but I say if that were the case then every woman I ever met was hot for me. Now I know some women that; that would be awesome, but not possible and not likely. I don't know, I just wish there were some kind of visual gauge, or interest meter somewhere, so I could know whether or not to proceed.
    I keep hoping one day, preferably soon, to meet a woman that will approach me, and lets me know I am the guy that gets her guts all tight and gushy. Although, what really should happen is, she should just encourage me a little, just a small hint. Oh well, who knows what will happen. All I can do is just keep being the sweet, funny, honest, lovable guy I am, and with any luck someone will find me, and appreciate who I am.

My Friday, my father, and my future

This whole week has been an up and down roller coaster ride. In the beginning of the week; I started out being overly concerned about papers, and reviews that I had to write for class. Finally, on Friday, I decide to run some errands before my meeting at the Central Vermont Community Land Trust (CVCLT). Now, I don't know what I expected this guy to say during this meeting, but I know he will end up saying I have a bit more work to do; before I can buy a house. We go over a few things like how to opt out. What opt out is; is when you send each credit bureau a signed letter to not sell your information to anyone! for the next five years! Anyhow, the meeting progresses, and we talk some more about saving money. Finally, the moment comes; when the land trust guy says the greatest 10 words I would ever hear; to that point in my life. He said, and I quote "This time next year, you will own your own home." Now, when I heard that; I wanted to jump up and scream yes, at the top of my lungs, but I held it together. However, make no mistake about it, I was so happy; in fact I was the happiest I can ever recall being in my life; up to that point. Now, little did I know, about an hour or so later; I would be even happier. I went down to CCV to do some homework, after my meeting. It was there at CCV; I realized, I needed to tell Dad the news. I dialed the number, and Dad answered. I proceeded to tell him what happened, and after I finished telling him, he said something that was so. . . amazing. What he said was this "I am so proud of you son; you have pulled yourself out a dark hole." My father also said something else, I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something like "you didn't let it break you." Again exactly what he said is--unsure. After we had talked I felt like crying, but since I was in public, I didn't. However, the first second I was alone, I cried a little. How, I didn't get all blubbery, but I did squirt a few quick "Manly" tears. Ultimately, I cried because I am one final step away from my ultimate goal; which is not just a home of my own, somewhere I can hang my hat, or a place where I can just build my life. This is a place where my father will always be welcome; a place he can come visit and relax. He is my major driving force. It was good telling dad all that; I even made sure to mention that we were on our way up. See many, many moons ago,  we started hitting hard times, but even though it happened, we did it as a team. So, that is why I said that to him. I wanted him to know we were still a team, and my success was his success.

Dreams

   Last night I had a crazy dream that was so real to me.  I mean it was a pretty awesome one. What happened in this dream was something I won't soon forget. It happened a short time before I woke up; as they always do. This is usually when my most vivid dreams happen. Now what happened was precisely this. Me, and this faceless woman are about to kiss for the first time. I know it was a first kiss because of all the classic signs were there. Signs like the apprehension as we moved toward each other, the squishy guts, the racing heart beat and the excited rush I got as our bottom lips made the first contact.This dream was so--real. So real in fact my heart was still pounding when I woke up
   Now, I'm a firm believer that our subconscious tell us things through our dreams. In this case what exactly my dream is telling me, I do not know. Maybe  my subconscious has noticed a woman noticing me. See I am very (as a friend of mine would say) girl dumb. I never can tell if a woman has any interest in me. Maybe what this is is my subconscious saying "psst dummy she digs you, so make a play already!" 
   I like to think of myself as a fairly sharp guy. I'm pretty astute to the world around me I think. I pride myself on not being the type of guy to let anything get put over on him, but somethings do get by my radar. Well there was that one time with "her." I mean, I knew how I had felt, but was unaware how she felt about a chance of an "us," until the night before she left.
   So now, I again have to ask myself--was this an astute intuition, or wishful thinking? Who knows, all I can do is just sit back, and see what happens from this point on. I would like very much to have this be a possible thing. Ah! who knows.
  

Final project

Hello all,

        I know its been a while, but I have been kind of busy. I feel like this semester has been the biggest prize fights I have ever been in. I have been struggling with statistics this semster. I thought from probability on, I would understand more of it naturally--WRONG! How naive I was. I have a tutor , and she has helped me immensely, but I just have trouble grasping some things. 
        I got through so far with am A-, which I am happy with, but . . . I am going for platinum. Here we are two weeks to go in the semester, and I have one more class project for stats. This last project is a really tough one. So tough in fact, I had to leave early the other night because I was so burned out on stats. I mean I really couldn't see straight, and felt like the walls were closing in.
        Why do I put so much pressure on myself? why do I need to be the best at everything I do? these two questions are so easy yet, so hard to answer. Why am I this way? I tell you, I do not know.
         I also have a final project do for another class. This project, however, is one that really gets me all nerved up. I am working with other people on it. I don't have a problem with working with people, its just-- I prefer to stand or fall alone. My grade is my grade, for a reason. To depend on people has always left me jaded. Here's hoping.
         Oh well, things are as they are . . . as they are. I don't make any excuses and I can't help certain personality quirks. I never intend to explain myself either. Mostly because, I only care about the opinion from a small number of people..
                 Well anyhow, that is it for me. I am off to battle the homework blues, but before I go, I will leave you with one finally thought. Living in this building sucks, one of my neighbors is cooking, what smells like burnt onion stuffed asshole. I mean my eyes are on fire.whomever it is they need to never cook that again. I may go rub bleach in them to make them feel better.


                                                                          Later Taters.

PS. Lava, how did I do?

P.P.S.S. Tonight I am making corn muffins. Good thing there not a North-Easter rolling through, or else it could have become another cupcake incident.

Cupcakes

        Here I am again to post yet another ounce of dribble about nothing in particular. Let us just dive right in shall we.  One day as I was shopping I decided I would buy some cupcake mixes. I was tired of buying already made cupcakes and other snackages because they were too expensive.It was a day not unlike any other day, yet something was amiss, but what could it be?  I finally decided it was time I would make some of those cupcakes. I then had a thought, I will make enough and bring to the college to share these delicious mo fo's with all my friends.  
        So I make these spongy delicious bastards, and bag them up to bring with me in the morning. However, the next morning it was snowing like a son of a gun, and all classes were called off. Yup I am sure you see where I am going with this. That's right campers; there I was 1 fat guy, and 2 bags of cupcakes, stuck at home in a blizzard. Well to make a long story short (too late!) them suckers took it hard. I mean it was Biblically Brucevicous. When the smoke finally cleared there I was asking myself what did we learn from this little adventure Dorothy? I quickly snapped back, next time I get the urge to bake I had better check the weather!!!!!!! HaHa later tater's