Happy New Year

I wish everyone a happy new year, and hope that 2012 is a healthy and prosperous year for you and your family.

Now, this really has nothing to do with new years, but while I was watching the ball drop there was a commercial for the new bachelor. Wow. What else can I say? Do people really buy into the fact these reality TV shows are reality? I honestly cannot believe that humanity actually thinks that these shows ,that the networks put on the tube, are REAL!

You place anyone in front of a camera and they will act completely different. And for those who think that Survivor, The bachelor, Teen Mom, and shows like this AREN’T scripted, then I feel bad for you. I watched a couple of episode of this, so-called, reality and I wanted to scream. This shit isn’t real. They are the worst actors and actresses I’ve ever seen. The commercial last night with the bachelor, was just funny. I laughed. My wife was mad at me, but I think that it’s funny. “Oh no, the first woman he thought he loved, didn’t work out! You don’t say? How awful!” Really? No crap it didn’t work out, they wanna pump out another senseless show. And I LOST it when an elderly woman, probably in her sixties or maybe higher, came up to the bachelor and said, “I always loved you!” WHAT? OH WOW! Now I have to watch it, so I can find out what happens. No way. Not this guy.

Since when did this crap become America’s reality? If you think that this is actually real, then you have mental problems. I love my wife, but she thinks that Teen Mom is real. COME ON! I watched a couple of episodes to try to understand why my wife likes it. It’s the same every episode. Girl gets pregnant, young, and the boyfriend says he’ll stay with her. But then eventually the boyfriend has a change of heart, or he cheats, or he moves away…basically leaving the mom to raise the child. Wow. I can write these shows. Oh wait, they are written. You know, there was a young woman who WANTED to get pregnant just to get on the show. Great job network executives! “Lets try to push young kids into having babies to get ratings.” I just want to be in on of their board meetings and punch them in the face. Just one meeting. That’s all. It can be a reality tv series called, “I punch morons.”

I apologize if you like these shows, because I am calling you an idiot. Though you may be a brilliant scientist or whatever, if you think that this is real, then there is no help for you. But, if you realize that these are scripted, but, you still enjoy the shows…then I guess that’s okay. At least you realize that when you’re in front of a camera, you don’t act like your true self…or you’re just following the script. If you want reality, look out your window. Take a walk. You want entertainment, go to your local Wal-Mart…trust me, that’s real. Basically what it comes down to is, if you like it, then watch it. But I have to vent. Because I can’t stand the way our nation is actually believing this hand fed bull shit.  I’m really trying not to be mean to you, the reality watchers, really I’m not. I would just like for someone to stop calling it reality. Biggest Oxy-Moron, Reality TV!

Anyway, now that I’m done ranting about the senseless reality tv shows, it’s time to welcome in the New Year. I’m not exactly sure about why we make these resolutions. I never follow through with mine. I really tried last year, and I know I need to lose a good 25 lbs, but I just can’t seem to shave that shit. It’s all in my mid section too, ya know? It’s not in my arms, legs, or anything else…just in my stomach. AHHH! It drives me crazy. But that’s my new years resolution, again, to lose this crap. It’s baggage I don’t need. GO AWAY! But…it starts AFTER today. Muhahahahahahahaha! Pork and sauerkraut  here I come!!! Oh, and beer.

I really hope that everyone has a wonderful New Year, and I pray that your 2012 is full of wonder and love.

Oh, and to the 2013 crew…when you bring in the New Year…could you please get some REAL music to put on television. Thanks.

God Bless!!

Supebyrd Out

It’s that time of year…

Let me tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, it’s Christmas time and you know what that means? Well I do, people GO NUTS!!! 

Black Friday is evil and for all of you thinking you’re getting a great deal…well you’re not, because the items will go to that price again closer to Christmas.  To the lady who used pepper spray to ward off other shoppers, YOU ARE CRAZY!!! Where the hell is your straight jacket? I mean really, spraying others with pepper spray? You need to be locked up forever.

Christmas is about being kind to your fellow-man, it’s not about gifts. I mean, it is in a sense, but all in all it’s about trying to bring peace to such an evil world. When Jesus was born, do you think it was Gods plan to have it celebrated with mace and fights? I don’t think so. So if I may give you a small piece of advice, CALM DOWN!

I love this time of year, for many reasons, but you have to understand that this time of year is to bring peace and love to a crazy go nuts world.  It’s not about materialistic items, it’s about family and friends. 

I used to work security for some retail companies, and it will blow your mind how many fights one has to break up for a movie or video game. I’m sorry, but is that what the season is about? NO!!!

Waiting outside stores on THANKSGIVING to try to get deals on things that will go back on sale again, you’re a nutsack! If you don’t celebrate thanksgiving, that’s one thing, but if you do and you put shopping in place of spending time with your family then you have no compassion. Friends and family is the name of the game, holding ones you love dearest, I know I wouldn’t give up family time just so I can stand in line for 2 dollars off a video game. I want to hold my wife, laugh with family, and kick back some beers.

Basically what I’m trying to say is, it’s Christmas time. Treat others as you would like to be treated, plain and simple. Is that so hard to understand and apply to the world that we live in? I don’t think it is. I guess spending time in jail would be better than paying full price for an item might seem appealing to you, but for me, it’s not. I’m not rich, in fact, I’m quite the opposite…but I would never EVER hurt someone to save a little money.

This holiday season, treat your fellow-man right. Respect.

 

Just remember the reason why your shopping in the first place, to give someone something that will bring a smile to their face. Can you put a price tag on that?

The Struggles of Stewart

The Struggles of Stewart

A Short Story

Waking up today was especially hard for Stewart and there was no inspiration in his life anymore since the passing of his wife four years ago. Sure his heart beats, and functions properly, but it’s not truly complete, well, at least not without her. Gina was the love of his life, his lover, and most of all…his best friend. He sat in bed for a moment, rubbing his eyes, trying to get past the hangover.  The sheets of his queen sized bed were warm, but the other side, which is vacant now, was cold and empty. Stewart looks over at picture of here that sat on the stand next to his bed. The short blonde hair, her blue eyes, and her light complexion, which she hated, he adored.  He picked it up, and kissed it, as he did each day when awoke.  As he placed the picture of his love back down upon its rightful place, he got out of bed, “I miss you honey,” he said walking from out of his bedroom.

His shirt was wrinkled from tossing and turning all night, there wasn’t much sleep to be had since that day four years in the past. But, nevertheless, he tried even though the outcome was the same. The coffee machine was brewing and the aroma filled his kitchen of hazelnut. Her favorite.  He placed a mug on the island that sat the middle of kitchen and found the sugar. Once his coffee had sugar and cream in it, he sipped it, and it was almost heavenly. As he stared into the marble top of the island, his mind wondered, thinking if he was ever going to get out of this funk and move on with his life. “Four years is a long time,” he said to himself as his head pounded, “but I just can’t imagine a world without her grace and her smile.” A single tear ran down from his eye, as he closed them for a moment. The smell of hazelnut reminded him of her, and it was as if she was there with him. Then when he opened them, he realized, she wasn’t.

Since her death the quality of his work went downhill and was losing clients left and right. Being a therapist was always a passion of his, helping others to help themselves was his motto. How can you help someone, if you cannot help yourself? If it was one of clients, a simple hand on the shoulder, and there are plenty of fish in the sea would, typically, help. There is plenty of fishing to be had when your single, but when your line got tangled with a mermaid the other fish seemed inadequate.

He finished his coffee and placed it in the dishwasher, and dropped the mug on the floor. Pieces of the mug filled a small area of the hard wood floor, much like his heart did when he got the phone call those years ago. It was so unexpected, she was so happy, or so he thought. Stewart picked up the pieces of the mug, and threw them away.

“I think today might be the day,” he said to himself, while knelt of the kitchen floor.

Stewart walked into the bathroom and got a shower. The hot water fell on him, but it’s as if he didn’t feel anything. He shaved and finished washing up, today was the big day. He’s been planning this for a while, but never had the courage to do it.

He walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Walking to the closet he opened it up, and picked out the suit he wore the day he proposed to his wife. With every item he put on was a memory made in fabric. Stewart looked sharp and sure of what he needed to do. He walked up to the mirror and straightened his tie, like Gina used to do before they went out.  Perfect. It’s time.

Stewart got into his car and started to drive to the cemetery on a cold autumn day, where Gina was laid to rest. The grey overcast looked like rain, but that didn’t sway him, he felt like this needed to be done. The cast iron gates of the cemetery stood strong as the wind became stronger.
He pulled in and drove to the, oh so familiar, grave stone of his late beloved. Stewart parked his car and reached into his glove compartment where his .38 special sat, never used by him before, but he had all the legal paperwork he needed to carry. The pistol felt heavier than usual that day, but he tightened his grip and got out of the car. The wind nearly swept him off of his feet as the leaves scurried on the grass, blowing wherever the wind took them. Walking up the gravestone marked, Gina Reynolds, he knelt beside the cold grey stone and just looked at it.

“I miss you more and more as the days go by,” he said trembling with the gun in his right hand, and finger on the trigger. Tears filled his eyes, “You were the most important thing in my life, Gina, and I miss that. I don’t want to be part of this world any longer, four years has been too long. I love you.”

Stewart held a note that he has kept in that pocket of his suit for four very long years. He never had the courage to go through with it, but today, he did. It wasn’t like today was anything special, but he was just fed up with everything! All the pain, suffering, and the unanswered questions would be finally put to rest. He read the note one last time, and put the gun to his temple.
Birds that were once perched on that cast iron fence flew away at the sound of the gun firing, and after the echoing stopped, there was complete silence.

His body lied on top of Gina’s gravesite, his eyes still watery from his tears. The next gust of wind blew the note from his hand and draped perfectly on Gina’s head stone.

We had so much in common, why stop now?

Finding Peace…

You know, life will throw all kinds of challenges your way. You know this, I know this, and the entire world knows this. Whether it’s your job, wife, kids, school or whatever, everyday of your existence bleeds stress. How do you handle it? By taking out on others, getting mad at the littlest things, hitting a pillow, go to the gym or what have you…there has got to be an outlet for your frustrations. There really does, or you’ll find yourself in an endless pit of despair trying to get out, but there isn’t an exit sign.

Take a minute and look outside, and I mean truly look outside into the real world. What do you see? Well, depending on where you are, it could be a city or trees or if you’re really lucky a body of water of some kind. Whatever it is, just look at it. You have to think to yourself, it’s really beautiful. What is? Life is. Life is so precious, this entire world is consumed by hate and greed. We see it everyday. It’s annoying, but yet it defines us as a civilization.  When was the last time you held a door for someone behind you just because you wanted to be nice? When was the last time someone cut you off and you thought to yourself, hey I’ve done that before…we all make mistakes, instead of flipping him off and calling him/her a dick? 

If you’re like me, we’re all human, and make mistakes. When I have a bad day, I look outside and see the trees blowing in the wind and it calms my nerves. Maybe I just look at a cloudy day as another beautiful day on this wonderful planet, and thank God that he’s given us such a beautiful planet to reside in.  Because in that minute I look outside or up at the sky, I’m at peace, and this is my world, if not but for a minute.

We all take for granted each day we breath. Find something that gives you a moment’s peace, listen to music. I found a cd of the ocean that, also, calms my nerves.  This planet is full of evil, and only you and you alone can make it better. Smile for God’s sake, and I’m not saying that in a profane manner, I’m saying it because you should feel blessed to be alive. Help someone in need, because maybe someday you’ll need help and it’ll be there. 

Don’t just have faith in God, that’s good and all, but have faith in people. I know that everyday that faith is questioned, the faith in humanity. I’ve questioned it, and I still do, but I know that someday we’ll all realize that we all have the same goals in life and that’s to enjoy every day.

There are some people that just hate life, and don’t understand its true meaning, and that’s fine. It makes us diverse and unique.  I hope you all can see the true meaning in life, and that’s just to enjoy the hell out of it. I hope you have someone who loves you, and if you don’t, know this…I love you.  I may not know you, and we may clash like crazy, but God made us all in his image and I love God, so I love you.

When you get down, I hope you take that pain and suffering and compare it to someone around this globe and say, I don’t have it as bad as they do. Because someone in this Earth is having a worse day than you. Remember that, because as God as my witness you’ll be challenged.

If there is one thing I wish for you, and this comes from the bottom of my heart, I hope you Live much, Laugh often, and Love every moment that you clench onto life’s sweet embrace.

Good day to you all, and hope that you find these words inspiring enough to have a wonderful day, week, Month, Year, and life. You only get one shot, so do it right.

Find serenity in life, and find it today.

Superbyrd Out

Gentleman Only Ladies Forbidden…

This is, originally, what GOLF stood for a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far…here?  However times change, and when time changes, we change along with it. It’s hard to say why people would ever say that woman aren’t allowed to play golf.  Why? Because they look damn fine playing the sport, well, and shooting guns too. Nothing is more attractive than a woman firing a fire arm, and isn’t afraid to do it. Ah, sorry, I’m getting off topic again. Sorry I seem to do that on occasion.

I’m not here to tell you about woman and the sport golf, this is just golf in a broad spectrum.  My family are  golfers, and I’m getting my wife into it. It’s fun, but I don’t think it gets a lot of credit.  People just don’t seem to grasp the fact that this sport requires more than just the physical element.  It’s just as much a mental sport, like chess or something, than it is physical.  You don’t just go up to the damn ball and hit it.

Whats going on in your head when you step up to the golf ball?  Well it’s difficult to say.  Where are you in relation to the pin, and how far. How far do you hit certain clubs? If you don’t know this, first off, hit the driving range to figure your distances. Hell, write them down in a note-book till you have them memorized.  It might change when you get more comfortable with the sport, however, here’s the mental aspect of the game.

Let me just give you an example, I’m 150 yards to the green. However the pin is in the back of the green, I walk up and place my ball on a tee. This par three is a little more difficult as you have 3 sand traps. One is located to the right, one to the left, and on behind the green. I am going to take my 8 iron, because I generally hit that about 150 yards as to my 7 where I hit around 155-165.  Ah, why don’t I get my 7 iron if it’s in the back of the green? Well, you’re right, it’s about that far to the pin…but I’m going to play it short. It’s always better to play it short then it is long, because, generally speaking there usually aren’t a lot of open areas behind the green. So 8 iron it is. Now, I step up to the ball, and get my grip. Now this is important, a good grip determines the balls trajectory upon impact. A weak grip will cause you to lose control of the club, which I’ve found out the hard way.  I always lock my left on the ball, and pretend that it’s a laser sight, as not to lift up my head.  Now you think. Make sure you don’t pick up your head, make sure your back swing isn’t too fast, make sure that your fallow through isn’t too fast, and again DON’T PICK UP YOUR DAMN HEAD!!!  I want to make sure that my stance is correct with an iron swing, and not a wood swing where my left heel would be parallel with the ball. The ball is going to be in the middle of my stance, allowing me to hit this club properly.

Now, lets say I go into the sand. Damn. I picked up my head and id caused my swing to push the ball to the right and  into the trap. Okay, now I need to get my sand wedge. Placing myself in the same position before…I lift my club approximately 2 inches from the ground, and take a half swing. Now I’m following through pretty hard, getting my wedge under the ball, in which should lift the ball onto the green.

Now I have to putt. Okay, it looks like it could break to the left…or maybe to the right. How far to i bring my putter back? How hard should I fallow through?  All  of these question arise while playing golf. Now, I didn’t even break the damn iceberg with all the shit that goes through your mind while playing golf. Not even close, I couldn’t type it. Only because it would take me all damn night to tell you what you need to do to get the specific outcome you desire.

If there is one piece of advice I can give you, and I mean this, seriously. DON’T GET MAD! This game takes you for an emotional rollercoaster ride, and if you don’t maintain and have fun…it’ll scare you right off the damn course. If you get mad, and don’t let it slide…it can effect your entire game. I’ve seen it happen, the madder you get…the worse you play.

This game is a lot of fun, it’s challenging. I just recently changed my entire swing, grip, and everything to play better golf. I’m still in the beginning stages and am hitting my irons a lot better…but now I have to work on my driver and woods. A mans work is never done.

As for the title of this blog, it’s not to offend any woman. I encourage woman and men to play golf and hope you all find joy in it, as have I. Just remember to keep your wits about you and just have fun with the damn sport.

Well thank you for reading my blog, I hope to have another installment of this soon.

Superbyrd, over and out.

A Man…

Another dark and dreary evening casts over his house.  The aura of the home leaks pain and suffering. Only the one above can figure why the pain directs itself here. Thunder starts to rumble in the distant as the storm drifts closer, and a man sits a lone at his dinner table with his head in his hands.

Just yesterday she was there in the kitchen with him, laughing, playing and being in love. She had the most amazing smile and knew life for what it was.  Everytime his eyes locked onto hers, the look of lust in her eyes would make him weak at the knees. Her hair was like silk that draped over a beautiful landscape, but it’s gone, all of it.

He stands up and walks over to the sink to cup his hands, taking the cold water to his tears, trying to wash the fatigue and pain away from his bitter face. Where was the justice in this world? Why me…why her?  The one thing in this world he treasured the most was taken from him and the worst part was he was powerless to do anything about it.

He pours himself a stiff drink, attempting to bury the torture of his soul. As he takes a sip, he couldn’t help but feel that he was drinking the poison that killed his dearest wife. The intoxicated grim reaper that drove his car into hers, killing her on impact…yet he lives.  Justice can’t be found on his doorstep tonight.

With love comes pain and pain will be his only roommate on this stormy night. He takes the glass that was filled with liquid torture and throws it against the wall and starts to cry.

Nothing else to do…nothing else matters.

Beer Review’s

Hello again, and welcome to my blog. I do various things, and one of them is beer reviews that I’ve done in the past. Here is one of them…enjoy…

 

Ladies and Gentleman of my blog is time for another installment of Big Al’s (superbyrd’s) beer review. Yes, the day has finally come. I am sorry that it took so long for another one of these, because I was trying to find a beer like no other.  A beer that cries out, “HEY YOU SON OF A BITCH DRINK ME, BECAUSE I TASTE LIKE HAPPY!”  Well, I found it, and the funny thing is my wife…who knows nothing of beer…bought it for me. Be prepared to have your taste buds explode with bubbles and a smooth relaxing taste that screams, IT’S YAY TIME BITCHES!
 

This review I will be covering, Elevator Brewery’s Horny Goat.  Now this beer is a porter and has been thoroughly brewed in oak barrels that have contained whisky. Oh hell yeah, whisky, God I love it.  The first time that this beer hit my lips, it had almost a distinct taste of vanilla, but it wasn’t overwhelming. The aroma of the barrel emits from the head of the beer, and get’s you excited for your next sip.  The taste of the oak barrel is how it smells, broad and strong, it’ll hit you like a ton of damn bricks. BAM, RIGHT IN THE KISSA! However, then you get a little taste of vanilla with the whisky barrel taste, and it’s just fantastic.
 
Now this beer isn’t to be brought to a party with hopes of getting wasted, even though in one bottle the alcohol content is 7.5%, can you give me a hell yeah? No? Fine, I don’t care. Moving on, like I said, don’t chug this beer. You will not be doing it justice. This beer goes with a strong cheese or chocolate of some kind. It’s hard to believe that I would advise chocolate with a beer, but with this, it works. If chocolate isn’t your cup of tea with a beer, than try the cheese, because this beer is a sipping only beer. Suggestion, and you better take it, if you ever get this beer…please take a frosted pint glass, set it down…pour this beer in nice and slowly to let the beers flavors churn in the glass, sit down…and sip. You will not be sad that you took my advice.  The oak barrel, with a hint of whisky, and a touch of vanilla is a taste like no other.
 
I recommend this beer to beer lovers across the nation, it’s just flat out good. If you want to sit at home and drink you Bud Light…go ahead. If you want to grow some real balls, and drink a beer that isn’t for panties/tampon wearing women…then get Horny Goat. I assure you, that this beer will make your taste buds shiver with pure ecstasy.  On Big Al’s Beer scale, I give it a SOLID 9.5/10, so take it from the BIG AL, try it.  It can be found at any liquor store, hopefully, and at the larger super wal-mart esk Giant Eagles.
 
Thanks for reading, and lets get our drink on.
 
Cheers Mates! 

 

I hope you’ve enjoyed, I will post many of these…I hope you find them fun. If anyone wants a beer review of a beer, just comment me one and I’ll see if I can find them and drink one. Then I’ll post a review. I have several of these I’d like to share with everyone. Thanks for reading…

 

Superbyrd out