guess who's back?

now that the smoke has cleared, and i can see half of this anchor's top are missing (spots from it are all over the wall and ceiling). i now seem to be in a very different place (or state of mind for that matter). seems i can now levitate, and transport right through walls. as i am reading my last blog past about how different my life turned out, it seems i may have not thought this whole thing all the way through. funny how now playing an instrument doesn't seem to matter. even without playing in a band (or an instrument for that matter) i can still say in this state that i was at least friends with some of greatest musicians. i was friends with member's from the famed bands the ghost gamblers, the newton gang, maynard and the musties, superspy, idk, office of the future plans, and the chaffin - poelings. reminiscence of not being a director of indie movies doesn't seem to matter much since i was involved with an indie movie that won awards for best mocumentary and best ensemble cast (it took a call from my wife to get my mom to believe it though). i made the mistake of looking in the mirror and seeing these beautiful locks now and realized how much i hate dealing with taking care of hair. so much simpler to wake up and not have to spend half a morning making it look presentable. now that i don't have feet cause i'm flying everywhere, i sure do miss my feet and being to chase my kids around while playing tag with them, and losing in 21 on the old b ball courts with friends. i know now how much of a mistake thinking a bachelor and being without kids is. the feeling of loss without them now runs so deep. i would give anything to just have a moment more with them. funny how that works! now it looks like someone else is going to have to clean up my mess (and hopefully it won't be euronymous). all i can say now is "excuse all the blood, cheers", and i also apologize for firing a weapon indoors.

therapy

sometimes i wonder what my life was supposed to be like (courtesy of this anchor's vivid imagination) rather than how it's playing out in real time. i say this only cause as of late i have had such feelings that only get stronger and stronger that this anchor is going in the opposite direction (like a ship at sea during a storm with the captain or gilligan at the helm) of what he set out to be. according to my vivid imagination, i should be a bachelor and kid free (with the exception of friends and nieces/nephews). my hair would long beautiful golden locks that flows in the breeze, and would be at a minimum of at least to the shoulder if not a bit longer. of course i wouldn't be able to wear shirts cause with my muscles there isn't enough fabric to make a shirt to cover them up. i would be a top indie filmmaker with the likes of smith, tarantino, the coen brothers, anderson, jonez, and holt hamilton. i would live a life much like vincent chase on entourage (prior to seasons 7-8). i would get mistaken all the time for brad pitt or a male model. my athleticism would rival that the self proclaimed ultimate athlete bolt usin (sic). of course i would also be a touring muscian playing with the greats like the ghost gamblers, the newton gang, maynard and the musties, and superspy. now back to the reality, cause like ben stiller found out reality bites! at least he was fortune it enuff to find out on a great 90's movie (with a killer soundtrack). now of days this anchor has a hard time wearing a shirt, but its not cause of lack of fabric for my muscles but my gut and grimace figure (minus the purple). my beloved bachelor days long since past (11 years and counting) which now includes a couple rug rats. i've been fortune it enuff to be a small character in several friends small indie films, but have not directed one of my own (unless you count my music video for film editing class at community college). the long flowing hairs have to turned into stubble the likes walter white had prior to taking a razor and shaving it off after going through chemo. my athleticism goes without saying when you read about a lack of fabric to clothe me. the fact that i don't own or never have owned an instrument, and or taken any lessons pretty lets you know as one of 2 blog readers for this blog that playing with the big timers like the groups mentioned above is def out of the question. they only accept the best to play with them like yale & oxford. i'm sure the 2 people reading this are by now wondering why i haven't used the 2nd amendment rights on myself or made use of the hog rope in my garage,  and the reason i haven't is.............

living Einstein's quote (4 real)

i have come to the decision that the person who said “insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results” is a genius. i know i am guilty of such actions. i have been thinking about this concept lately, and realizing more and more that i am in fact living einstein's quote. i have kids who don't believe in sleeping (i haven't been able to prove they aren't vampires), yet most nights i put them to bed with the same expectation that they will go to sleep and catch some zzzzzzzz's. i get up for work mon - fri expecting in part to provide for my family and yet my kids looks they belong next to sally struthers in a feed the kids commercial. each day i come home worried my exceptional wife has figured out how low the bar she set when married me and has run off with someone more suited for her. each year i think there can't possibly be another incredibly horrible season of the worst show EVER, and yet i am always shocked when the teenie boppers and my wife keep glee on the air. something else that fits this same pattern for me is weight loss. last year i really shocked myself when i got out of this pattern and experienced some actual weight loss. being true to this quote though i went right back to my old eating habits and laziness and before i knew it almost all the pounds i subtracted where added. for financial people, all the credits now have debits that zeroed out whatever progress i just made. with this weight gain i've recaptured my old oval shape. i don't have much going for me these days in the way of looks, but last year with the weight loss at least i felt better about myseld and felt that i was looking better (imagine that!). i was (at least in my head) punxsutawney phil and i popped out of my hole in life and was not seeing my shadow so i was ready for an early spring. i would finally be getting out my hole from all these winter months (actually years), but like phil connors i'm back to living the same day everyday (or so it seems to me). as much as i would like to groundhognap punxsutawney phil  and crash into a quarry while being chased by police at high speeds, i know it's only a movie (a really great one which this anchor recommends if ur interested). unfortunately for me it means that instead of doing a weather report i need to get back on the bandwagon of better eating habits, exercise, and eating smaller food rations. my hope is i can become more like phil connors after he spills the beans to rita about his day (s) being the same, and starts to makes those changes in his life for the better which eventually leads to his repetitive day (feb 2nd) changing into a brand new day (feb 3rd). i know i've had enough with feb 2nd's in my life, and i am definitely ready for a feb 3rd.

antichrist fever

after some research, pondering, deep thinking, and then more research i feel i have found the answer to an ageless question: "who is the antichrist"? the answer didn't come to me over nite (although probably should have) or within a few days. the simple fact that this person has a career should have been a huge red flag that something wasn't correct. some of the scriptures found in the King James Version of The Bible that helped me best come to this conclusion are: Daniel 8:25; 11:21 "By peace he shall destroy many," and "he shall come in peaceably and obtain the kingdom by flatterers"and Romans 1:25  "Who changed the truth of God into a lie, and worshipped and served the creature more than the Creator, who is blessed for ever. Amen". Another great scripture Daniel 7:8  ^"I considered the horns, and, behold, there came up among them another little horn, before whom there were three of the first horns plucked up by the roots: and, behold, in this horn were eyes like the eyes of man, and a mouth speaking great things" sums up a lot of this person (or evil being whichever you prefer). with my research i was able to determine one scripture that was removed from The Bible. the scripture comes from The King James of version The Bible, and it comes from 1st Double J 1:1 "And the Anti Christ will come to the factory of fantasy and prove himself lame and a tool. they will use this lame power over they who created the factory of fantasy, and will use them to help promote their new fragrances and horrible upcoming music album". s you guessed it was removed cause it would have been too obvious as to who it was. non other than justin bieber. some more things that helped me come to this determination are that he was stabbed and yet has no wounds from this incident. there is a documentary called millennium fever about the antichrist, and people have been known to faint from bieber fever. one last thing that i felt was a slam dunk was the simple fact that you can't tell if they are male or female. take a look and you decide.

anniversary time

recently i got the privilege of celebrating a stone (not quite a mile yet). that stone is for 11 years for marriage bliss. i know the only reader i have left could more than likely careless, but since i'm feeling sentimental that's just going to have to be too bad. over the past 11 years with mrs. anchor we have been though trials (that's putting it mildly): a couple demons... i mean children, car catching fire, foreclosure, me loosing some hair (let's just say i tried out for the new mr.clean), various surgeries including face removal, me being in a feature film (and was not as the anchor unfortunately), moving in with my parents (next will have to move in with my in laws), many many many sick days, an alleged divorce according to a blog post, and a multitude of other events (some good and some not so good). through it all we are still here standing together. i love my wife very much and only have 1 thing to say to her.....

groovy tunes

2 posts in one day after 5 month hiatus, i bet u feel lucky to be the only reader of this blog. i was realizing it's been sometime since i last updated my music playlist on this blog so i knew it was time. i dug down deep to remember my early days of getting my groove on, and i knew i had only 1 choice..... la bouche! they would get this anchor moving in ways never known to man(for better or worse). i also had to throw in haddaway to bring back the roxbury as well (cause we all know la bouche & haddaway go hand n hand). so enjoy the groovy tunes while u read and feel free to cut a rug while ur at it (or for rich dad u can do donuts in ur new ride). im actually getting my dance swagger back while i write this post and listening to these tunes again. i posted this picture cause that anchor in blue looks (and dresses) like this anchor when the club comes a callin. enjoy the tunes!

rich dad's new ride

i know i couldn't leave my last reader holding onto that last post since it was such a downer, so this anchor is back with a follow up post to bring back the good vibes to this blog. when i wrote that last post that whole story with my old neighbor had just happened, and was weighing heavy (like my figure in real life) on me. now its time for the anchor to get back to the basics. lately i've been thinking about my rich dad, he's not my real dad by birth, but by marriage. he's been having such a great time having family stay with him, and it makes me wish everyday we could live with rich dad as well (mainly to save money), but also to spend time with him. rich dad survived the hot summer of utah years ago with brutha money and has told his Herring story to those who will listen in hopes of avoiding history repeating itself. rich dad was forced to sit in a car with no air conditioning while traveling through the hot deserts of utah with brutha money. not knowing what to do when faced with heat exhaustion he did was any rich dad would do.... roll down the windows and hope and pray for the ride to be over with soon. soon was almost not enuff time, but luckily he survived. rich dad recently got a new ride that has this anchors jealous. rich dad made sure that his new ride had plenty of air conditioning so no one ever has to sit through a ride like that again with him at the wheel. pics enclosed at the top of the post to see why rich dad is so wise. rich dad we love u down in brutha money land. can't wait till we have our chance to live with u and have u enjoy our company as much as ur getting to the others these days. good nite rich dad from brutha money aka the anchor.