Never get tired of this music, some of the most relaxing stuff I listen to. Always puts me in a good chill mood.
Black women most often are surprised when I comment about their hair or them in general. I have thought for a while now, why are they surprised? Is it because I’m the last person they would think or never think would say that But why I think, why would I not show my appreciation of black women through positive reinforcement. I may not at first glance or even after 30 glances look like or seem like the type of man that is interested in let alone likes black women but I am, and quite frankly it is a good feeling when I see the smile and the thank you’s because it’s always genuine and never just the reaction of being spoken to.
Yes I am a fan of Stihl, been that way since 2001. And in these photo’s I had been getting in touch with the good old days of tree work and logging, but just cutting my own firewood from a blowover in the woods behind my house.
I think some people either don’t understand or forget that when you come into someone’s life it’s for a reason, but it’s also for a reason that you leave their life. Never look back always move forward for the past can’t be undone but tomorrow has yet to even happen.
Beautiful woman with beautiful style all the way round, I’ve always enjoyed Erykah Badu’s music and her hair since the first time I saw the video for “On & On”. Can’t believe that was what 17 years ago.
When you think about it a lot of people don’t really have chapters of their lives, and or those chapters last a really really long time. I’ve had my 3rd major chapter in my book of life close yesterday as my 4th chapter opens Monday. Happiness and excitement like I have not felt in quite some time.
Worry about today, but plan for tomorrow, as if you worry about today and never plan for tomorrow you will never move forward in life.
Range time on Father’s Day, with my Glock 21 and Glock 19.
I think it’s time for change of what I do. Very much thinking about doing what I love to do vs working for someone else. Just gotta figure out how to make it profitable.
Always able to find great music with purpose and meaning. And it helps keep me calm and relaxed which is always a plus.
Some photo’s from my visit to the Virginia War Memorial on Memorial Day later that evening.
Years have gone by since I uploaded this video onto youtube. But finally one of my riding video’s is my number 1 video in my google analytics. It’s a very great thing to see the work I put into my riding video’s being noticed finally.
Google + has this cool feature with their photo uploader that takes a burst of like photo’s and creates a stop motion. Here is one from my visit to the Virginia War Memorial yesterday as I paid my respects to all Virginian’s who have given their lives for the United States of America and even other countries, along with the hope of a better tomorrow.
Memorial Day live fire with my Smith & Wesson M&P Shield 9mm.
The Virginia War Memorial, a place I frequent here and there. Probably the most beautiful and yet calm place in the city of Richmond to visit. Where those who gave their lives are forever remembered.
My grandmother told me several times of a story concerning a jar of pickles she sent my great uncle during World War II. My great uncle had written my grandmother asking if she could send some pickles as he had a longing for them as he was currently somewhere in norther Europe. He was Killed In Action, November 29th 1944 about a week or so prior to the official dates of the Battle of the Bulge. It would always bring her to tears when she would tell the story. I believe about 10 months after received their notice of his death, the jar of pickles was returned to sender 13 months after my grandmother had mailed it to her brother.
Fast forward to the end of 2012 into the beginning of 2013. I was leaving Afghanistan and making my own way back to the States. My grandmother was in failing health. I left Frankfurt Germany January 7th and landed in Huston Texas early the evening on the 7th. I was informed the next day by my father that my grandmother had finally passed away on January 8th. Part of me will always believe she did not want to leave not knowing that I made back to America alright, since losing her own brother to way 68 years prior in WWII, and that as I said was always very emotional for her to think about.
The statue “Memory” you see behind the panes of glass with names of those killed in WWII, one of those names on far left pane of glass is my great uncle.