blogging is harder than i thought!

observation: i think to myself that i have allot to talk about but many times i come here just to look at the screen. my father who runs a blog, that i marvel at, and look at on occasion just to see what he's up too. he never ceases to amaze me in his ability to find stuff to wtite about or share with his readers.->( dads blog )<- i never knew that this man had this much depth or introspection, i always knew he was a good story teller and sometimes a reagular streeeeeeeetcher of the truth, his blog is so much more than that though hope you click link and take a look.
recycled: well i'm blogging at this moment but if you'll take a look there are holes oh well.
i do have lots to tell and allot of things that go on that I'd like to share but i seem to forget what they are as i start blogging. i am a story teller in my own right i guess it may be in the genes if that is possible.that is the reason i started this blog.
i can remember the very first time that i realized my dad was special and i truly mean that about being special. when i was 10 or 11 tears old, i remember being at the softball fields a place that my parents were deeply involved with ether coaching or umpiring. my dad was for some reason over on the little girls field, it was at  night, my oldest sister i guess was playing a game on the field right next to it. he had a group of boys circled around him, some had sisters on the same team as mine i knew some of them some i did not. the sky was filled with stars and my father was pointing out some of the constellations to the boys. my dad really does know allot about that kinda stuff, but it was not the what he knew that amazed me it was how he flawlessly made up what he did not (poor confused kids) now i'm not totally sure all of what was made up or not, but i'm pretty sure that i knew when my dad was making stuff up. he was totally spellbinding he was deep into believing alot of what he was telling them much of which was very entertaining and quite humorous. the guys were hanging on to every word he said and every question they had was answered and mostly in answering these questions is when the make-believe began the other guys had their necks stretched upwards looking at the stars, i was looking at my dad thinking why is he lying to these guys. it took me many years to realize he was expanding there imagination not so much as lying to them but answering questions that the young can drive you crazy asking. i'm sure many of those boys asked many questions more about his answers, also they must of laughed like hell when they found out the truth, or some of them may have never sought the truth, satisfied by what my dad had told them. the boys were amazed at his incredible knowledge i was amazed by my dad that was the star i was looking at the most.
hope my blog can get as good, as i'v been prepared my whole life by the master of who-ha.

Little Leaguer Goes Off on Dad

who's playing anyway?

observation: many times i sit and watch the parent/parents of these children and i think who's playing this game anyway. some of the parents are way too involved, self absorbed, and spend way to much money. they  equate expensive as better and sometimes, it is, but if the kid does not have the heart or the talent all the expensive equipment, training classes, training facilities, and payed coaches don't make a hill of beans.
i like this team my son is on, allot it is a bunch of kids that play league ball for spring branch memorial sports association (S.B.M.S.A) the coach is really good with the kids we are not always the best but it is fun to beat some of the pro teams the very hard core tourney teams.
recycled: i play this in my mind like this, "c'mon little johnny why the hell cant you hit the ball?" that bat you got there is the best on the market it was made from the finest Chines super light weight titanium, built by the best sweet shop slaves in the world." followed up by. "and your fielding sucks that is the best glove ever made. it's made from the finest circumcised foreskins, from the strongest Jewish boys in the world. you need to rube it so it grows bigger so you can catch anything." says the the parent who starts shaking and turning red in the face "tell your coach to get his ass over here!" as the coach walks up the parent starts wagging their finger in his face saying "so you think just because you've played on two teams that won the world series, and you've got tons of  golden gloves, m.v.p. awards, and cy young awards,that, that's supposed to means shit." pointing at little Johnny "you just look at him he ain't producing and now hes a 11 yr old has-been all because of you." exclaims the furious parent followed with. "what do you have to say a bought that?" the coach replies "i'm sorry, Ms. Johnny (so and so), but didn't your kid die of heat stroke last week" she replies with a shocked look on her face  "well yes but we just signed a contract with this kid .................and so on

shocked by my story? well it's kinda close to the truth. what i'm trying to say is always remember who's really  playing i'm glad the others come out it helps round out teams but i think it would be better if some of the folks would stop living through there kids and instead live with them.i'm just saying, i could be wrong.

what gives me the right

well it's something we all do..right. we are all observers. born into the world already doing this. observing is the simple part it's the way we share with others what we observe that's really interesting. our minds are even more complicated than our fingerprints so what i observe can be explained by me, very different than what another may describe. kinda like the fish story i.e.( i caught a fish this big ><> and as the story is retold the fish   ><<>> becomes bigger and ><<<>>> bigger) and thats it being told by the observers, guess what happens when the people told by the observers tell the fish story, well the fish can become a whale. what a hell of a tale. so as far as observing goes we all are observers.

what gives me the right to recycle my observations well not a damn thing what gives me the right to call myself an observationalist not a damn thing. what i will tell you is that i'm going to do it anyway and as we go along i will add others to the ranks of obervationalist, details to be discussed later. As far as me this i will tell you i have been given a unique platform to make all kinds of observations regarding the human condition. as this blog progress i will reveal more a bought how this is as for now, he who observes this blog speak of your observations a bought this first post what can you tell me. and what can you tell others.