Simple Tips for Setting New Years Resolutions

What a great time of year! We get three paid Holiday's from work in a span of five weeks, we eat enouph food to cure starvation in Africa, we get presents, we give presents, we steal presents from cars because we have been laid off from work and are desperate criminals, and we come to that point were it is time to set goals for the following year. Setting goals can be quite scary though. Especially when sitting next to the pad of paper you want to write your goals on is last years list of goals with only two things checked off, one being "write a list of goals for 2005". I have to tell you that I am a absolute pro at writing down my goals each year. I meticulously categorize them and can fill a legal size page in just under an hour. In fact I will set a goal right now. I will in the remainder of this blog give each of the 4 of you that read on Wednesdays 5 simple tips to better resolution setting. You may read things that are hard for you to grasp, but I feel that in 4 of the past 9 years that I have set goals for myself I have learned helpful tips. So lets get started.

Tip 1.)- KEEP IT GUARDED - I think that most resolutions are set and shared with others to openly. I have made a goal in the past to go on at least 6 dates during the year. I think I did not meet this goal because I would start my conversation with the girl like this, "Hi, I have a goal to date 6 of you this year, and it would be great if you could be the first. Your eyes are beautiful, and your smile brightens up the room." The thing is I was usually left saying the last sentence to her back as she walked off. Maybe if I would just not be quite so open with my resolution, then maybe things would have gone different, which doesn't explain why I am still dateless, but it does let us all know, what ever your goal is just be sure to keep it discreet. No need for everyone to know what your goals are. That way if you don't meet them that year, not one person will know.

Tip 2.) - KEEP IT ORGANIZED - There is no worse feeling then thinking you accomplished one of your goals and then taking a closer look and realizing that you didn't. This most commonly happens when you have no format in which to set resolutions too. Setting a goal about losing weight and placing right next to saving money, can cause mistakes. You don't want to start being relieved that your on the right track when you are really losing money and saving weight. So I, and I think I am the only one, other then most publishing companies have come up with a super organized way to keep this occurrence from happening. Split them in to categories! Seems easy, but I bet you want to know what categories. And you guessed it, there are 5 of them. Well, to be honest I use 6, but the last one for personal reasons, that you may find helpful too.

1. Financial Goals- This is where you will set goals pertaining to saving money, spending less money on things you shouldn't(prostitution, drugs), spending more on things you should(family,poor bloggers), and setting up IRA's and what not.
2. Physical Goals - Here you will list goals that pertain to your body. Mainly if you want to lose weight list it here, if you want to lose a ton of weight maybe list it under financial goals for a procedure. "Changing your hairdo," or "brushing teeth more regularly" are all good ones for this area. "Look more like Matthew McConaughey" is not.
3. Recreation Goals - This would consist of going to the gym more, playing basket ball in a league, learning an instrument. These are all good. Yoga, Water aerobics, Stretching more. These are all bad.
4. Relationship Goals - Pretty self explanatory here. If your single put find someone that will make you happy. If your not single put why did I not listen to my goals last year. JK.. Maybe a good spot to put listen more, or get better at pretending to listen, I wouldn't know though.
5. Spiritual Goals - If we were all as perfect as Gandhi and Mother Teresa then this would be the only column we would need. But this is an important column. Without God no goal is possible, plus he will be standing next to you when you write these so it would be rude if you didn't.
6. Mental Goals - I add this to my list each year because.... Wait I can't tell you because the first rule is keep you goals Guarded. Ill give you a hint though, it has to do with having a mind that never shuts off.

Tip 3.) - KEEP IT AVAILABLE - What could be worse then getting into a situation where you think you may be accomplishing one of your resolutions, and then not knowing for sure because you do not have your list with you. I know this tip does not help in the formation of goals but I have found it is key to checking off more goals as completed. Example. Three years ago I looked much like I do now, only slightly less gray haired, but I had set a goal to give to the poor. I found my self downtown one night walking to my car when a strangely scented fellow stopped me in my tracks to ask if I could lend (yes lend) him .90 cents so that he could finally pay for a bus ticket that would allow him get back to his wife. Well I froze. I could not remember my goals, the story and the smell of booze had me all confused and I walked off saying, "Sorry I'm fresh out of change." I got home and immediately checked my list under Financial Goals and sure enouph I listed, "Give to the poor." Needless to say this happens no more. I now have a laminated miniature copy of my resolutions that I keep in my wallet so this sort of thing does not happen again. So I just suggest for you to do the same.

Tip 4.) - KEEP IT LOGICAL - There is no need to be filling your New Years Resolutions with goals that you have no business reaching. I made the mistake about 5 years ago of putting all sorts of things down. Like "Fly to the Moon, to Hang Up There with the Stars" and "Star in sequel to Dumb and Dumber" These are non logical goals to be setting for yourself. These are goals we are talking about, not dreams! I do however allow myself, and I suggest you do the same if you would like, to add a footnote to the bottom of your page of goals, and list three Un-logical goals, mainly because it makes all the other goals so much easier to obtain when you see unlogical goals written down that are far fetched. This year I may use these in my foot note section. "Star in the sequel to Dumb and Dumber"; "Own every cereal at one time and place one piece from each box into a bowl and eat it"; and "Get a girlfriend."

Tip 5.) - KEEP IT SIMPLE - These last two tips seem similar but it really is not. Tip five sugests to keep from having dreamy goals that are unattainable. Keeping it Simple means just that, keep your goals simple. I had a bad habit of not keeping my goals simple. They would be paragraphs long and would describe each level of my goal, how long I would need to keep the goal accomplished before I could knock it off the list, and it was just a pain to read. My first goals I set in 1994 was 17 pages long, and I only set 5 goals. But I have learned to keep it simple lately and I now have short easy to read goals all listed in nice categories. There is no need to have a goal of, "I must lose 16 pounds by Valentines Day, another 12 by Labor Day, 15 more by July 4th, 14 more by Fall, 11 more by thanks giving and 10 more(If your adding that is 78 pounds total) by New Years Eve all the while I will having to attend 6 workout classes a week and can only eat fruit while the sun is in the sky." This is not a simple goal. Change that to "Lose some weight." Perfect. Sounds much less daunting and if you ever lose a pound during the year, you can cross it off your list.

Well I hope these five tips help you in this time of setting New Years Resolutions. This has been my brochure of setting goals, but I do have a 6 disc CD set if you want to hear my lectures on the subject available to purchase. Just send me three easy payments of $29.99, and once that third check clears you'll get the series mailed to you free. And I will get to mark a goal off my list. "Dupe someone with a money making scheme or multi-level marketing." So before I let you go I wanted to be sure you had one last reminder of the Simple Tips for Setting New Years Resolutions. (and I wanted to point out that my five tips spell G.O.A.L.S. :)

1. Keep it Guarded
2. Keep it Organized
3. Keep it Availible
4. Keep it Logical
5. Keep it Simple
Until next time.

The Christmas Cheer and Funk

MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone! If I was even a halfway diligent blogger I would have posted this greeting on or before Christmas Day, but for what it is worth there it is. Let me get this off my chest early in this blog. I am in a funk. I have written about a funk before but it was more of a lifting weights funk and being lazy. I woke up this afternoon and felt a surprising force pressing in on me from all angles. I felt squished by a unknown funk is all I can describe it as, a squishing like a scuba suit that is too small. I don't have fever, I don't have a runny nose, I don't even have any unusual rashes. All I can think up is that it is a funk. I just looked up the definition of a FUNK and now I am scared. According to www.answers.com, a funk is 1. A state of cowardly fright; a panic 2. A feeling or spell of dismally low spirits 3. A type of popular music combining elements of jazz, blues, and soul and characterized by syncopated rhythm and a heavy, repetitive bass line. I take it that a Funk is a scared depressed guy panicking with a a nice beat in his head. So maybe I need to describe my feelings a bit different, because even though I always have a nice beat with some elements of jazz and blues going through my head most hours, I don't think I am depressed coward. But who knows really. If any of you can think of another name for never really getting it together through out the course of a day please let me know. By "it" I mean finishing a task, completing a thought, matching my clothes. So please send in your suggestions on what this state of being would be called if it is not simply a funk. When I have been in these self described funks before, I have blamed it on the fact that my head, which can unsurprisingly hold a lot of stuff, is filled to the graying brim with thoughts and wonders. Random thoughts and wonders are all compressed and multiplied, unzipped and strung out in no discernable order, like this blog tonight. Speaking of random thoughts, I want to go back to the simple word, funk. I have found much more interesting information about the word. I found many synonyms of funk like; poltroon, pusillanimity, apprehension, dejection, panic, syncopated rhythm, and cool beats. Did you know that in Spanish a funk is translated sobresalto, in Portuguese it is dançar, in Italian it is pauroso, in Dutch it is het modieus zijn, in Greek it is κοψοχολιάζω, and finally in London it is stilll just funk but with a weird accent. Crazy. So please help me come up with a new word to call a day in my life that seems to go in no real direction and where thoughts fill the hours, minutes, and seconds and cause me to repeat myself over and over. So please help me come up with a new word to call a day in my life that seems to go in no real direction and where thoughts fill the hours, minutes, and seconds and cause me to repeat myself over and over.
Ok, sorry for the depressing talk. Let's move on to the real highlight of the past few days. GETTING PRESENTS!!!!! Now, take a minute and think about what you got and then don't tell me because I don't care. Haha I'm kidding. Ofcourse I like to get presents over Christmas, but there is something about giving a gift that is better to me. Christmas is the one day of the year I wish I had Oprah Winfrey's bank account so that I could get everyone the gifts they deserve and want. Every other day of the year I just wish I had Donald Trump's bank account. So, I am left buying only gifts that I can afford. You see my mom deserve more then simple disposable hand warmers, she deserves a car with heated seats, my brother deserves more then a paperback novel, he deserves a stack of hundred dollar bills as thick as a paperback novel. My friends deserve more then 3-for-1 priced DVD's, they deserve high-end suits tailored for each, luggage from Coach and a night out on the town. But the reality is I am left with buying presents that try to mean something even though they are from the clearance rack from Wal-mart.(Is that a double negative?) Anyways, I did more then OK on the receiving end this Christmas. I got all new bedding for my bed, I mean real bedding with throw pillows and every thing. Now my pillow cases match for once and there is no more Ninja Turtle sheets. My bed now outclassess not only my room, but my closet too. Though I did get a upgrade to my closet as well. I now have a friend for my two trendy shirts. I got a shirt that is probably going to make me attractive, mainly because women will be stairing at my shirt instead of me. I got some workout clothes from a friend that works where I work out. I guess it was a hint that my stained one size too small shirts that I wear to the gym are bad for business. I of course got socks this Christmas, which happens each year just as wild office Christmas parties seem to happen each year as well. I got some sweet Texas Longhorns gear that I will be able to wear to the 2006 Rose Bowl in Pasadenaa California where the National Champions will be crowned. Yes, I am bragging:) Let's see what else did I get, oh yeah... I got enouph candy to rot out even all of Steven Tyler's(from Arrowsmith) teeth. Interestingly enouph 2/3rd of that candy was given to me by a dentists' daughter, at least I know a place to fill the coming cavitiess. But that was basically it for me. My friends all seemed to rake it in getting vacuums, weed-eaters, set of tools(no I'm not talking about my grandpa here), weddi... err... nice diamond rings, digital cameras, loads of cash and so much more. So I hope each of you got what you wanted and if you didn't I hope that it didn't leave you in a funk. Take care and start thinking of your New Years resolutions. Until next time.

Imaginations Gone Wild!

My guess was right. Only a few would respond. There was a tie at one a piece all day long until the tie was broken this evening. The winner is the lonely looking girl sitting at the end of the dock. Forgive me if I do not have my A game, for I used it up on the basketball court tonight. I made six baskets and only have three serious bruises. First time the numbers were not the other way around! Ok, I eed to let you know that all that is coming to me for some reason tonight, is rhymes. So another reason I am scared to even start this is the fact that I believe I will write a poem about this gal on the dock. Here goes.

I sit here on the dock today,
wasting my whole day away,
just continuing to remember him,
and all the faces he made back then.
I know now that I should be strong,
but I keep seeing him in every song,
I just can not seem to shake,
these feelings that I seem to make.
I guess I know it just can't be,
my teary eyes can no longer see.
So I sit here were we first met,
and I carry my pain like in a net.
He Loved this dress I now wear,
he was perfect and that I swear.
We could hang out for hours on in,
Now I just sit and remember when.
He Loved my hair, he Loved my nose,
Adored my eyes, always telling me so.
I Loved his smile, his soothing voice,
he would be here now if I had a choice.
But I don't, and so now alone I sit,
deciding that Love, forever I quit.
We shared such memories on this lake.
The pain I feel I no longer can take.
So now I sit here just twirling my feet,
ignoring all others that I could meet.
I've tried to distract by staying home,
but my mind is here and here alone.
I'll miss our talks, and our swims,
I'll miss my walks to get to him.
I don't see why it had to be this way,
and why my heart has to hurt all day.
Awhile it's been, the hurts still here,
Unless I move one, it's going nowhere.
But moving on is not what I dream,
I want him back now, here with me.
So, I guess I will sit and remember when,
the time he took me on our first swim.
But now he is gone and no fun can be had,
I would be happy, if I weren't always sad.
I don't know why he was taken from me,
and put on display for the world to see.
He was different, our love was not blind,
He just happened to be a one of a kind.
He swam with a fin, and held me with arms,
A photo by neighbors, is what set off alarm.
The next day all the papers, simultaneously ran,
the same headline reading, "Girl Dates a Mer-man."
I never saw him again after that day,
I need to move on but I sit here today.
Everyone says, "We've been through it too."
But no one knows the hell I've been through,
I feel all alone, wallowing through this pain,
It has been some time, but the sadness remain.
I guess I'll move on, and the pain I will hide,
Though I know it will be one quite rocky ride.
I know if I do not get over, my Mer-man crush.
I'll forever forget how easy a heart can mush.
I know I will find someone new some day,
I don't need this story to get in the way!
So this will be my last visit to the lake,
Leaving behind my memories of Mer-man Jake.
Now, I will move on and enjoy the summer,
I wonder if Big Foot is free for a dinner?

Until next time.

Reliving High School.

Did you have a great time in High School? Do any of you ever like to take trip down memory lane? I had a great time in High School, but I don't' tend to go down memory lane much because I get easily lost. But there are certain things for all of us, I am sure, that make it easy to relive the glory days. For some it might be a box of old letters that you received from your first love. For others it might be a trapper notebook that you keep old poems you wrote and homework assignments in. For even others it might be old VHS cassette with clips of sporting events you played in. For me it was all of these things. And for all of us it is old yearbooks that will be used one day as comic books by our children.
Anyways, tonight we watched an old classic on VHS, entitled The Phoenix Team: Out of the Ashes. It was a tape my JV basketball coach made to stroke his own ego. It told the tale of our team going 2-17 our freshman year, and how we rose out of the ashes for our new coach and improved to 21-7 the next year. It is great fun to watch, seeing yourself in basketball hightlights. I remember thinking I was a badass back then. And seeing the tape I realized that I was just a skinny kid with a big head(literally). So to get on with my blog, seeing this video made my mind wander off to some of my other great highschool memories. And one teacher popped into my head. My English teacher, Mrs. Donello. She would have a contest each month were we were to write a story about a picture that she would have on the wall. And it was a contest to see who could come up with the most creative story for the story. Anyways not to brag but I won it quite a few times. Mainly because I was the only one that turned anything in each month, but still I wore those ribbons proudly on my letter jacket. Anyways I thought that in memory of this event, I would write a blog about a picture. But I will need to have my vast reading base choose the picture I write about. You can vote for one of the following or do nothing. I imagine that the winning picture will be the one that gets one vote but I am just trying to include my constituents.

Short and Sweet.

Until next time.

Happy Endings?

Let me first start off by saying that Blogs By Boris has reached new heights. We have finally reached double figures in traffic. I have heard news that for the first time in the now 9 months of blogging, someone new has read the blog, bringing the total now to 10 that have seen this sight. I will be throwing a party next week to commemorate this treasured occasion. It will be a pot puck party so bring good stuff, please don't be cheap. Ok moving on...

I may or may not have mentioned the fact that I started the Reality Show watching craze. I believe I was the first person to watch the first episode of the first Survivor and deemed it great. Once I spread the word, the Nation and the World followed suit, and after ten seasons no reality show has had as many viewers as Survivor. I am proud of this, even though the only award I got was that one I made my self in MS Paint. It should be noted that I only liked and watched the first three seasons of Survivor, and some of Survivor All Stars. But enouph people loved the other seasons that it still reigns king. The emergence of this reality show caused really rich people to think for themselves instead of paying creative people to do it, and these TV executives started producing terrible reality shows, like Joe Schmo, the Swan and Outback Jack. The only good child that has come from the Survivor, besides Laguna Beach, was The Amazing Race. I believe in a past blog I mentioned that this is the best show on TV, and I stand by that now. Really great stuff. In my mail center manager opinion it is some of the best TV you can watch. It has eclipsed Survivor and I have watched every episode give or take 12 of all eight seasons give or take 2. I have not missed any lately though, because this season was just so damn good, oh... and because I pay extra each month to have TiVo record the show for me if my busy mail center manager job has me tied down. Well, tonight was the night of nights! The season finally! And TiVo was going to have to do the job again. I looked forward to this night for two weeks. Like a kid in the candy store, I rushed home tonight, sat my happy butt on the couch, ripped open my Jack's Spicy Chicken, took my shoes off, grabbed the remote, threw my shoes in the other room because of the smell, turned on the TV, pressed the button that shows the list of recorded shows, scrolled down to find The Amazing Race, dripped ketchup out of my chicken sandwich onto my nice pants with out knowing it, find The Amazing Race listed, select it, SCREAM A CURSE WORD, slam my fists into my legs and smear ketchup down my pants and notice it. Turns out TiVo was full and it only recorded one hour and forty five minutes of a special two hour season finally. Do you know what happens in the last 15 minutes of a race around the world between 14 groups of 4 family members, that has a team eleminated each week and was now down to the final three teams all of which would like to see the other teams dead? SOMEONE WINS! I am writing this blog right now to you 10 people and I do not know who won this race. I have watched religiously for 3 1/2 months. And this is what I get. Unbelievable. It's like knowing Santa Clause is real for the first 18 years of your life and then finding out that that he isn't. It's like playing a game a Jenga, a really good game that has people sweating, and all the teams are really in it, the Jenga tower is 6 feet high and there are only 3 possible moves left, and someone bumps the table knocking the Jenga peices to the floor and leaveing the game with no decernable winner. It sucks. But things could be worse I guess. I could be the guy that works at a chinese buffett and stirs food to make it look fresh. Moving on...

I need to change subjects... I am getting to worked up and much to long winded. I have a great piece of information to tell you all. I have had a really great thing happen to me over the past few weeks. Something that I never though could happen. Something so profound that money nor guns could not cause this to happen to anyone else, but it has happened to me. It just might change my life forever. It has caused me to reevaluate my life, and has had such a profound effect on me that I might not ever be the same again. Even typing about how I feel makes me shiver with body shakes. I don't think in a million years that this could happen again, but it has happened to me these past few weeks. There is an amazing story that goes with it, but I feel I can not get the story out because I am just so excited, so I think I will just tell you in one sentence my huge news that has changed my life over the past two weeks. I am proud to let each of you know that I have f Blog out of Space.

Comparison: Lifetime Fitness / buffet King

Ok, So I have covered the notion that I can somewhat dose off in my mind during a long day at work or even a short day at the beach, and I even gave you an example of one of my daydreams. The following will be basically my thought process after a rouph week of work, while at lunch on a Thursday, by myself over a bowl of wan-ton soup with extra crunchies. Let me further explain that working in a mail center in December is about as busy as trying to mail packages at a mail center in December. It is hard on the feet. My feet to be exact, and unlike most humans I believe my feet are attached in some weird way straight to my brain. When my feet hurt my mind hurts, causing me to even lose function of my appendages at times. Hence the sweet and sour stain on my yellow shirt. Anyways, Point is when my feet hurt I tend to think upon pretty much anything: travels I'd like to take, girls I'd like to take out, bumper sticker sayings, and comparisons. And today while eating I was thinking pretty intently on the differences and similarities between a work out facility like Lifetime Fitness and a Chinese buffet like Buffet King. Here are my delusions.

similarities: I am starting with similarities because I bet you can think of non right off the bat. Am I right? I know I am. Well, I know of four off the top of my 8 1/4 head.
1. SIZE - Both of these businesses seem to think that if they build an establishment large enouph, it will atract the masses. And it has. I for one am joining Lifetime Fitness this weekend, mainly because the building is just so huge; and I ate at Buffet King this afternoon mainly because I was cold and wanted some soup, but also because it was huge. So there is no denying that these two places are very alike in the fact that they are larger then any of their competition.
2. VARIETY - Who else offers a workout facility that can accommodate 2,000 people at once and still have room for a Sweaten' to the Oldies class? Only one I know of is Lifetime Fitness. They have over two thousand different machines and whatnot for you to look at while pretending not to look at flesh. Where else can you find 75 different types of food(other then H.E.B. and a porta-potty)? Given there are a few buffets in Las Vegas that I have talked about but the correct answer is Buffet King, here in San Antonio. I believe that they have the widest variety of food in town, although I did wonder why my fillet of fish tasted just like the Teryaki chicken. At Lifetime you can not only workout you can play basketball, climb a rock wall, eat dinner, get your hair done, swim, go on water slides, buy drugs and so much more. At Buffet King you can eat a cheese stick, wan-ton soup, fried crab ball, rice, sesame beef, BlueBell ice cream, a Bud Light and so much more all at once. What it comes down too is you could live in either of these places for a year and still not try everything, not with out growing fat or fit.
3. UNNECESSARY/NECESSARY STAFF - These have got to be the only to businesses(I'm talking fitness centers and Chinese buffets in general) where the same employee seems to be the most unnecessary and necessary at the same time. I would compare a personal trainer to the guy or girl that is always walking around the buffet stirring the food. Let me explain. Why does a gym need a personal trainer? Is it really that hard to lift a few weights and jog on a machine by yourself? But then you see who they are normally training and it is either the really really out of shape(fat) people or the really hot women. So I would think that no gym needs these workers because everything is pretty self explanatory, but then again they are needed to get the big smaller and the hot hotter. And to compare it to the guy or girl stirring the food. If they only prepared fresh food then this person would not be necessary but since they use the same food as last week it is necessary to pay some one to keep the gross food pretty and the cold food hot.
4. LITTLE THINGS - Both of these business seem to pay attention to the little things. Buffet King smartly give you a napkin right when you walk in the door and then set a stack of fifty on your table once you sit down, they order chairs that could hold a small car on it, they give you fortune cookies after your meal to make you feel good when your stomach doesn't, they keep a guy or girl on staff to make sure the food is stirred and looking edible, and they arrange the restaurant in a way that makes the whole food area the most glorious place in the land. Lifetime Fitness pays attention too. They provide towels for you upon arrival, they make it were everything is free if you have your membership card with you and then they conveniently charge your credit card, they smartly place hot girls on the Stair masters near the entrance, and they always smile at you when you walk in. Little things help each of these establishment run smoothly.

Difference(s): Quickly think of 10 differences! Ha, I bet you can't think of any now that you realize how similar they are. In fact I can only think of one difference. It is that you work out at one place and eat at the other. Duh.

Well as you can tell my feet still hurt because I had no control over my hands. Or my thoughts. The next blog will be bigger and better then ever. Kinda like me after a year in the Lifetime Buffet and the Fitness King. Until next time.

What was I saying?

Have you ever been lost in your thought? Have you spaced out and had some one push your jaw closed? Have you been so spaced out that when you come too, you do not even know where you are? If you answered "yes" to all three of these questions and they happen at least twice everyday then we have more in common then you may think. It might not be cool to admit your a daydreamer(the polite name for spacey), but I just realized that I have a pretty severe case of .... I forget what I was talking about. Oh yeah, day dreaming. I am not embarrassed to admit that I think I have mastered the art of dreaming while walking, driving, working and yes even sleeping. If I could stop spacing out I bet I could write a book on it. In fact, it is partly why it takes me 6 hours and 12 spell-checks to write one blog. To tell you the truth, I think I might be spacing out right now. I am hearing a song that has a slight Jamacian hum to it~~ BAM!~! I am walking up the beach in tattered khaki pants, no shoes and a really faded sleeveless Rolling Stones concert t-shirt. My skin is turning red from the sun beating down on my sun-screenless body. I am walking from no place in particular, and heading in no discernible direction. But I keep walking because there is a faint sound of steel drums. I walk past an armless kid building a sand castle? (obviously my daydream is disrupted by something and I was unable to fully think every object into it's entirety) Ok, I am walking a bit faster now, due to the temperature of the sand, but I keep my focus on the familiar beat in the distance. I pass two beautiful women tanning their glorious bodies in the sun, topless. (obviously my daydreaming skills are top notch, but for the adults only) Nothing can stop me for long from finding the source of this beat that has now filled my head. After using the ladies blanket to stand on to give me medium-well feet a rest, and of course getting a number that strangely started with 555, I moved on toward the melody. Picking up my pace now to slightly over a jog but not quite a run I realize the beat no longer has the beautiful ring of Jamaican but is now the lovely sound of piano keys and there is a voice coming in to ear shot. I can barely make out the words, something about a tiny dancer I think I hear. And strangely enouph I am not on a beach any more in tattered cloths, but I am in a dress shirt and slacks and I am now with one of the topless girls, nope .... both of them. They are dressed in lovely cocktail dresses and we are making our way to a building. It is a large building, resembling a theater, it is a theater I realize as we get closer. We are all arm in arm and are walking at a hurried pace, and are now singing along to a song we can't hear the lyrics too. I keep hearing the words "tiny dancer" though. We now find ourselves trying to fight through a crowd of people as best we can, trying desparately to make our way to this mysterious building and the piano music rolling out of it. Bumping into people left and right, forcing our way through, I begin to notice everyone noticing me, nope... noticing the two ladies I am with.(obviously this must be why I am always in day dreams) That is when I notice that they are not in cocktail dresses any longer, but they are not back in their beach outfit either(darn it), they are in jeans and fun tops and looking great, and I am now in jeans and a trendy shirt(real life carries over to dream world because it happens to be the same trendy shirt as the only one I own) and the crowd we were fighting through is replaced by a short line to enter a smaller brick building with windows around it. A new livelier music is pouring out of this door which only 6 people separate us and the entrance. The sound is no longer piano tunes but the wonderful sounds of electric guitars and loud singing. The words are much more audible now. "Tommy used to work on the docks...." flows out of the door and as the words hit me my skin tingles. I have made such a long intresting adventure. I have found two beautiful friends on this journey. And my journey seems to be nearing its climax. After showing our credentials to the enormous guy at the door we are let into this shrine of music. The room is smoky, there are people everywhere holding beers the size of footballs, t.v.s fill the walls, sticky wood floors fills the floors(nice imagery). We make our way to the bar as "Gina works the diner all day working for her man, she brings home her pay For love - for love" words are uttered by the speakers. I ask the bartender "Where we have arrived at?" then I told her how my feet still hurt from the hot sand, and I was answered, "Logan's Welcome home!" That is when an emotion overfilled my body that seemed familiar but none-the-less wonderful and I grabbed the two beautiful princesses leading them to the center of the dance floor where we shouted in unison with the speakers, with the masses, with the world, the words that I relised I had been chasing this whole time. At the top of our lungs with our hands held up as high as they could extend ......

She says we’ve got to hold on to what we’ve got
’cause it doesn’t make a difference
If we make it or not
We’ve got each other and that’s a lot
For love - we’ll give it a shot
Whooah, we’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer
Take my hand and we’ll make it - I swear
Livin’ on a prayer

We sweat, we danced, we yelled, we danced more and we sweat more, all while belting out these words like our lives depended on it. We sang another verse and then i believe we got even louder as we got to the "Whooah, we’re half way there
Livin’ on a prayer" part. What an unbelievable feeling we all had. Nothing could top it. We closed our eyes and shouted out one last time the final few words. To my surprise when I opened my eyes, I was no longer sweaty, I was no longer dancing, I was no longer arm in arm with the two gorgeous chicks, I was no longer in a bar, or a crowded street, or a beach. I was in a opera house, wearing a tux and the two beauties I was with are no were to be found. In fact everybody in the room has heads heads shaped like baloons and they begine to float to the ceiling. The music is jarbled, the sound is awful... my hand is turning to sand and falling from my body into a pile on the red carpet floor. I am returning to the bea......

Nope. I'm coming out of my daydream. Ok, Im' back and I just realise that I wrote that whole story while under the fixation of a mind dream. The problem was I was listening to my ipod on random at the same time, and it started with a Bob Marley song, and there was Elton John and Bon Jovi. Crazy. Well, I hope you all have lovely daydreams today. I know I will. So long from me and the girls. Until next time.