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

Action movie thugs

      So here I am watching an action movie, and I find myself wondering how come the henchmen keep going after the action star? 
      In this movie I am watching this one guy gets a triple tap in the mouth, followed by a vicious double gut buster. I mean the hits were so hard I almost threw up. Anyways after the gut busters the action star proceeded to do a double jaw kick ninja flip kind of deal; I was like what! I mean that guy got knocked the hell out.
      I mean the action star takes out a small army with his bare hands, and the henchmen want to keep going after him. there is something fundamentally wrong with that thinking.
     Although for the level of acting I am sure glad it had that much action in it as  it did, or else I would have fallen asleep much faster.

My car and the asswipes trying not to pay for it

      So today I go to the cop shop today to deal with the fucking yutz who hit my car, and the owner of the truck today. You know someone is pissed when there on the phone with there lawyer over a 600-1200 dollar fender bender with the company rig. You fucking snapper-head, go fuck yourself! Ya rich prick! He was trying to weasel out of it with the shit his lawyer was telling him to do. Must be his lawyer was telling him to re-create the indecent by comparing the hit mark, with the whatever of his truck. Blah, BluBlah, Blafuckin, Blah. You know what I would have been cool with an apology, and of course some money for my trouble. I mean hello you hit my fucking car. I would never expect this asswipe to leverage his house and business you know(Scumbag!). I mean I guess he could if he really wanted to. I mean who am I to tell him not to pay me a lot.LOL. I tell you what we could make it even by me hitting your car-- jerkweed. Oh well touch-wad I won. I Gotcha bitch! When did people start losing the ability to admit they fucked up?(HEAVY sigh). Sometimes you really have got to wonder--Will we make it? hmmm

Friends and wonder

     Hello my faithful followers--wait that sounds too much like I have started a new Kool-Aid cult, or something. Hey stop laughing! It could happen I'm charismatic--granted I am no David Koresh, but hey I could swing it. 
   So--anyways, I imagined what it would be like if my new friends--met my old ones. Ah, yes to be a fly on those walls. The things each group would say about me. I find myself very amused right now. (grinning my awesome crooked smile).
    I often wonder what people will think of me when I am gone. Will it be good? or bad? Will they even think of me at all? 
    I guess I am at that point in life where I am starting to wonder about my legacy. What will I have here to tell my story after I shuffle of this mortal coil. What people or objects will be here many years after I am gone that says Chris Gajewski was here. 
    I am not too worried about a mere few days, or even months after I die, but 10 or even 20 years. I have amazingly wonderful memories about my grandfather, and uncle from when I was a kid. Who will remember me that fondly?-- that many years later. I have 7 nephews and 1niece,  and I wonder if I have touched their lives enough to leave that lasting of an impression.
    It really makes me wonder, whose life have I touched, and in what ways. I mean I try to bring joy and happiness, but I can also bring a bit of poison as well. 
    I wonder about it so much that I make sure to tell those who matter most to me-- that they matter the most to me. I just want people to think "hey he is one hell of a guy, and I will miss him like crazy." I want men, women, children, and animals alike to weep for my loss. HaHaHaHa
    Oh well. I just chalk it up to that is why we as a species are no longer eating ants with a stick, or throwing shit at one another anymore. We think of what will be, while recalling what once was.

Tutoring day 1

  Well folks here it is the very first semester I ever tutored anyone in my life--aside from teaching my nephews to fish or something. No by tutoring I mean academically; which for me is a flat-out miracle. Unfortunately no one needed help so far, but I do pass the word along about who, when, and what we as tutors can do for people in the Learning Center. 
   The one thing I find funny, not to mention cool is the major irony of this whole situation me a tutor for math of all things I say that, because I was thrown out of all my math classes when I was in high school. I only got math credit because of my food trades class. In high school I was a joke of a student with no real prospects for the future let alone in my mind; brains enough to be a tutor or student teacher if you will. 
   As I continue to think of it more and more I am really excited to see what I am made of. I believe this is the challenge I been looking for a while now. I will do my very best to not let down some really great people like Kelly, Lava, Tracy, Justina, Margaret, Adam, and most of all myself.
   Now I am not worried so much about letting myself down, because I drive myself pretty hard--which is what I need. Who i am most worried about is the others. Kelly, and Lava I don't want to let down, because they have taken a chance on me; with good reason .I have worked hard, and they have seen my progress to this point; so they must see I have some skills to bring to the table. We now come to my fellow tutors. I especially do not want to let them down, because they are the ones who helped me get to the level I am at both in my writing, as well as my math. Especially my math.
    I consider each one of these wonderful people my co-workers, my bosses, but most importantly these people are my friends. I will miss all my fellow tutors when they graduate this summer. I am trying to absorb all I can from these great people--for they my training wheels come of next semester, and I the veteran, as my buddy Justina had said. Boy I hope I do well enough to continue next semester. I may even put my hat in the ring for being a mentor. Who knows what my future holds, I just know it will be good.

Bitch, piss, and moan

    I was driving along today, going home to get a bit of munch, and just as I was passing into Barre from Montpelier; I drive by a state trooper who was blatantly driving one handed while talking on his cell phone. 
    Now I am a firm believer that authority figures-- such troopers are--should lead by example! I almost called and reported him, but I didn't have his plate number, because it was so covered with dirt I couldn't read it--which is yet another illegal thing about this ass wipe.
    It pisses me off when I see those fuck heads do shit like that, because you know if they saw me doing it you had better god damn well believe they would have me on the side of the road in a heartbeat--extorting money, or as they call it giving out tickets.
      I tell you if I could have pulled him over; boy that would be a trip. Me walk up to his car, and him the same sh peal he gives to his victims. Ask him "do you know why I pulled you over?"he would then retort "nope," and i would then scream "because your a fucking asshole, and you were on your cell phone."
    The laws must apply to everyone, or they protect no one. This was just one example of the negligent shit I seen these pricks do behind the wheel. I have to say that most cops are terrible drivers who never obey traffic laws. Face it who is going to say shit to them--aside from me that is (HaHaHa), but then again I thrive on being an asshole to fuckers like that prick.
      So in short if you see a cop doing illegal shit then report them. They are not above the law! Here endeth the lesson.