Monday, April 22, 2013

1 f Jef, WE, THE PEOPLE..

What a week.  A week of tragedy.  Boston, Texas, weather.   Things happen in 3's.....okay, we're done.  The magic number has been hit.  No more tragedy.  No more grief.  No more negative crap.  It seems just when life is headed toward normal, a curve ball gets thrown.  We swing and miss the ball.  Strike one.  A curve ball is thrown....it's a swing and a miss.  Strike two.  Next pitch, a knuckle ball.  The ball bounces all over the place.  Up, down, sideways.  Again, a swing and a miss.  Strike three.  Time to head back to the dug out.  Regroup.  Refocus.  Refuel.  Next time at bat, it will be a home run to living once again.

I've surfed the internet, pinned on Pinterest (way too much), tweeted on Twitter, posted on Facebook and Instagram, and watched a little TV this week.  Social media is way too entertaining. Television can be, too.  I was channel surfing, looking for some entertainment on the boob tube the other night and came across TLC.  Started watching a "park your brain" show called America's Worst Tattoos.  Yep, the show fits the title.  Worst tats I've seen.  The concept of the show is to take these horrible tats and make them look new and different.  There is some incredible talent out there poking people's skin with colorful ink, 'cause they sure made the awful look pretty good.   1 f Jef is sporting a new one.  A new tat on his left arm, near the elbow on the outside.  An arrow.  Pointing up, one direction. Nice........simple, and straight forward.  Nothing fancy.  But, it fits him.  I wouldn't doubt that the arrow has some significance for him.  I can think of several.  One being the arrow he shot in Croatia.  Or the direction of his heart, which happens to be on the left side.   Or, he's moving up.   A tattoo definition of arrow - proper, righteous, conscientious...that's 1 f Jef.   That is the blue eyed boy for sure.............

Over the weekend, the Salt Lake City Marathon was held.   In honor of Boston, our homeboy, 1 f Jef ran.  First marathon.  He ran a pretty good time.   Every runner out there ran for Boston first, then themselves.   It rained for the marathon.  Conditions were less than ideal for it, but I don't think anyone cared. Crossing the finish line was an accomplishment and a dedication.  Boston will never be forgotten.   1 f Jef, he brought rays of sunshine to people standing on the sidelines, cheering, or handing out drinks and nourishment for the runners.  It doesn't matter where the kid goes.  People light up.  People smile.  People respond to the smiles he has for everyone.  He's just plain good people all around.  Still high on my bucket list......shake the kids hand. He stands tall in my book and overshadows the negatives out there.  He's not without imperfections, but he's close enough to being perfect.

Love the pics that have been posted on IG and Twitter by him, his friends, and of course the gaga girls that have puppy dog looks all over their faces.  He's looking happy and content.  I'm thinking that his happy has come back.   The pics from the marathon, he looked tired, but proud and full of love.  1 f Jef is back.  A few jealous guys of 1 f Jef, posted that they did beat him.  They finished the race long before he did.  So what......apparently they were out to impress that they are better than 1 f Jef.  Don't think that was the whole idea of running the race guys.  He seems to have what you guys want.  Maybe you ought to take a page out of his book, copy it, and memorize it.  We certainly could use a few more of him in this world.  I know I wouldn't get tired of looking at a dozen or so....

I'm laughing at all the infatuated, love lorn ladies  that thought 1 f Jef was "liking" them on Tinder.  Thank goodness he clarified that and posted that he wasn't the one sending them.  Seems like there are a few more 1 f Jef wanna be's out in this world.  Guys these days need to take a lesson or two from 1 f Jef. This guy has it.  He has it all.  The looks, the brains.  He's humble.  He cares.  He nurtures.  He's apple pie and baseball.  A favorite and delicious dessert, and a nice pastime to watch.

I am the walrus.  I can hear John Lennon singing that line.  I see 1 f Jef with chopsticks hanging down from his upper lip looking like a walrus, Arie Jr posing next to him.  Two good guys, having some fun.  Eating sushi and drinking Sake.  What matters is I see fun, I see happy, I see life coming back into his soul.  I see movement in a positive direction.  Still not sure the status of his career life.  I am presuming  that People Water is still part of 1 f Jef.  I don't know.  Arie Jr....he's happy, too.  I see Arie coming back to life.  Having fun.  Enjoying what he loves.....racing.  If nothing else, a strong bond and friendship has been formed since the Bachelorette.  I enjoy seeing these two together.  Double the pleasure, double the fun.......I described them once as being scrumptious and delicious.  And......that they are.......

Good things come out of bad.  I'm just sorry that it takes something bad to bring us all together.  But, that, unfortunately, is a simple fact of life.  The tragedy in Boston brought awareness to how vulnerable we really are.  But, we will rally together, we will dedicate ourselves to picking up the pieces, and we will  move on.

All the tragedy this past week has been like an open, festering wound.  Full of vile, stinking infection.  WE, THE PEOPLE,  are the antibiotics needed to swallow and help cure this wound that is in need of healing.  We shall heal from these events and survive.   America is a strong country.  Good comes out of the bad.  We just need to put one foot in front of the other.  After that, each step we take is one step closer to our happy and further  away from the ugly and the bad.

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