Happy Anniversary!!!

Today marks the six year anniversary of the day I officially gave out the title of The Girlfriend. She actually told me to write this blog, like she tells me to do everything else.... so I am obliging. It will be short, free of hyperbole and heavy handed words. So here it goes...

We had been on several dates, and spent numerous hours talking over instant message. And if you want to be technical, I actually asked her to marry me before I asked her to be The Girlfriend. But one Sunday, after spending the day in the park, I called her up and said, "I would like to be your boyfriend, if you will have me." She said "Absolutely!" and the rest is history.

So Happy Anniversary Babycakes!!!! Here's to six wonderful years, and hopefully many more.

Whodini Said it Best....

Yay! Another blog... That makes the second one of this month. I know my favorite five followers have been eagerly anticipating this. I just feel bad that I keep disappointing the rest of you who expect poignant political commentary, but instead keep reading about my severe hatred of Ed Hardy, or people who engage in cell phone activity at the movies.

I started this endeavor in early February with the goal of writing one blog a week. As you can clearly see by counting, I am failing in that. My short-comings are clearly transparent in juxtaposition to my dear friend Courtney "Second City" Ellis who to date has written upwards of 50 bajillion blogs in half the time. So thanks S.C., for setting the bar ridiculously high.

But I bring up S.C. for a reason... She is truly down to earth, awesome, and genuinely fun person to be around. We share a common love for all 80's cartoons, and a deep fondness for The Girlfriend. Whenever we get together I always feel like my life has been enriched, but after we leave I am also very sad. I'm sad for the fact that we only see each other maybe three times a year.

But it isn't just her. I have over one hundred friends on facebook, and family not included I spend time with maybe three or four of them. I know that realistically it is impossible to see everyone. But for me, two or three times a year isn't enough to be truly be considered friends.

Now I'm not saying I'm going through and "spring clean" my facebook... I'm just going to try and find a way to make more face to face time with the friends that I have. So heads up facebook friends... I'm coming.

Everything Old is New Again...

It's 1:30 am and I am supposed to be asleep because I have to get up in two hours. Why am I awake, and why am I getting up at 3am you ask? Can't tell you, it's a a secret.... Just know it is a big day though. But anyone who knows me and all my family and I have gone through these past few years could tell you, maybe if you ask them nicely enough.

In the past 6 years of dating, the girlfriend has talked to me about seasons. Not winter and summer, but phases of your life that cover a significant period of time. A season always seems to end when you are transitioning into something new and completely different, with an example being graduating from college and getting your first real job, or transitioning from single life to being married. This last year for me has been the Season Of Sucktitude.

My computer and a lot of you may realize that sucktitude is not actually a word, but I don't care. A better use of your energy would be asking why my year has been so sucky. It happened in two stages, Firstly, my family and I have gone through a really trying time, where to put it cryptically, we weren't operating at full capacity. That blow hit us all like an uppercut from Mike Tyson, and while we were still reeling, punch drunk from being clobbered by that, I lost my job. Boom... Knockout... Thanks for playing.

I tried to put on a brave front and remain stoic, steadfast, and upright while tsunami sized waves of anger, doubt, and uselessness just battered me. I was, and still am to some extent, hurting from all that has happened. But with no real time to process it, I have not had time to heal. So while I seem fine, I know that there are parts of me that are broken. And it has been real hard to feel like anything but a failure.

I'm hoping that at 3:30 all that will begin to change. That my S.O.S. will be heard and I can turn the corner. The Williams clan will be able to form Voltron and slay Robeasts once again. (80's cartoon reference... Google it.) I will find a new job, one that I truly love and pays me crazy loot... And more importantly, I can get back to being the old me again. Maybe not completely the old me, but a much more refined, and stronger me... One who is ready to take on the next season in his life.


P.S.: For the record, I am definitely the yellow lion.

Random One Shots...

These are one shots. They don't have anything to do with anything particular, they are just random thoughts that I have had throughout the week. So don't try and look for an overall theme.... because there isn't one. Just sit back and enjoy the strange way my mind works.

Am I the only person on earth who thinks Drake is garbage? Probably. But there is no doubt that he is a member of the "Nick Cannon All-Stars". You know, guys or girls who started out on children's television, made a record and are suddenly mega stars or perceived to be gangsters. Stop. Your new found street cred doesn't make up for the fact that you used to get slimed for the enjoyment of people who eat boogers.

Somebody tell me how we as a species can unilaterally agree that green and red mean go and stop respectively, that all over the world the word police should start with the letter "P", and put several men on the moon, but we can't clearly define love?

Does anybody else remember when singers had actual talent? Now it seems that all you need is an auto tuner. Is that why T-Pain hasn't released a second album?

The one thing I have learned from the whole Barry Bonds/Manny Ramirez steroid issue is that it is worth the extra money to do business with a upscale drug dealer.

Does anyone else think that they create better modern art with a kindergarten student and a merry go-round?

I play left field for both of my co-ed softball teams, and last Saturday a yellow jacket bit me on my ankle because it got trapped in my shoe. I have now made it my mission to exterminate anything with black and yellow stripes.

Adding extra letters to words in text messages does not make them sound longer. Conversely, leaving out one letter does not actually save you any time. And for those of you who combine the two... well then you're just retarded.

I know every other dude in the world has thought this at one point, but why does no villain just kill James Bond the minute he shows up? It's like trying to fight Jackie Chan or Tony Jaa one on one... no matter what you're always going to lose.

The people at PETA need to relax... I love most animals but there is no way I'm ever protesting for their "ethical treatment". I don't remember in history class reading about a coalition called Animals Saving Humans that was formed during pioneer days. You never saw a deer throwing red paint on mountain lions, nor have you ever heard a bear say, "You know what? All that human eating we do, it can't be good for me. So from now on, I'm just going to be a vegetarian." So you PETA people leave Michael Vick alone... because condemning him for his faults but coveting coach purses and leather seats in your BMW is a tad bit preposterous.

Memo to all people about to have a baby.... Don't get your kid a goofy name. I know you want your baby to be unique, but naming them something like Starfighter, or Banana Bread won't make them different, it will just make them the butt of many jokes. Do them and yourself a favor. Name them Steve or Lisa but then, teach them that what they do with the talents God has given them and not their name is what makes them unique.

That was just the last two days...