Rantings, mostly…

…I thought she was a goner, but she wouldn’t stay away.

OK, it was not *exactly* the very next day, but close enough.

No, seriously!  Like always, I forget to blog about things when they actually happen.

My wife and I actually sat on the phone for hours the very night of the day she left.  Within two (maybe three) days she thought she had made the wrong choice (leaving that is).

Needless to say my wife and children (all my ladies in the house) have spent the night here 18 days out of 24 gone.  I know, it cracks me up too.

Later on today in fact we plan on going house shopping.  I’ll ditch my current domicile, she’ll abandon the apartment she rented (and regretted) and we’ll find a much nicer, larger home.

It’s amazing the things you argue about when you are married with children, sharing a home, a life, hell, everything.

My wife made some mistakes, some poor choices.  If I were to sit here and tell you that I was a perfect gentleman enacting only the most logical of choices, I would not only be a liar, but I would be a fool for not admitting it takes two.

And um… well, that’s about that.

Well, the Ortiz vs. Shamrock 3 finally happened.

I just got done watching one of the shortest fights I ever have with Tito Ortiz beating the snot out of Ken Shamrock.

Of course in usual fashion Ortiz jumped up, did a little show and ended it with the double middle finger he is so very famous for.

Then, in surprising fashion, he decided to bury the hatchet (which Shamrock wholeheartedly wanted) and even went as far as to apologize for the flying birds and spouted that he appreciated Shamrock for making him the fighter he is today.

Ortiz is such a puss.  (Just kidding Tito.)

…whether you are having fun or not it seems.

Only yesterday I was a single young man running up and down the streets wooing ladies.

The day before that I was a drug peddler and a criminal.

Before that I sang at the choir and was the keenest twinkle in my parent’s eyes.

All the while I was a brave and daring lad, never knowing that all that bravery was leading up to today…

Today I find myself the loving husband of a stubborn and forgiving woman who has birthed my children, put up with my subtleties and most of all loved me regardless the waves.

Today I find myself the proud father of four miraculous and darling daughters who light up the sky as if they themselves were a star sent to light my way…

Today I found myself.

I can hardly wait for tomorrow…

Yeah, we have both heard of it.  Do either of us actually know what it is?

Do either of us even care?

I will be completely honest… I know what it is.  Have I cared up until this point?

I can sure pretend I have with a bit of pedantic preaching and hypocritical  speeches.  I can sure use and abuse this planet and the atmosphere, why, simply because it does not directly smack me in the face.

However, like the fight global warming commercial just illustrated, it still targets what I hold most dear in this world…

…my children.

The time for needless pollution needs to be at an end, and the selfless pursuit of achieving that goal is paramount to our children’s safety and future.

I know a lot of people, hell, I was one of them at one point, who say, “Pfft, that is not going to affect me!”

Again, you may be right, but what about this planet’s future? Without it remember, our children have no where to live and will most likely mean they will not exist.

“Global warming… ? Is that not like… a *million* years away?”

Well, firstly, movies are based on imagination and in most cases very real and natural scientific events.  So, movies like “The Day After Tomorrow” are not *that* far fetched.

So, whilst biblical events of nature could manifest themselves a million years from now, they could also very well do it tomorrow.  We as humans, know firsthand what miraculous and horrific events this world is capable of.

I cannot lie, the commercial scared the shite out of me.  Showing “me” getting out of the way of an oncoming train only to reveal “my children” standing in my place… sent shivers up and down my spine.

So come on… change is only put in motion when everyone gives a damn.

Start giving a damn.

I figured with my recent blast of moronic (erm… retarded) advertising, that it would be nice if I could actually say something decent about decent advertising.

Here it is.

Liberty Mutual has a commercial entitled “Responsibility”. It is based on that whole pay it forward mentality and dammit it plucks my heartstrings every frickin’ time. You can check it out at Hill|Holliday (Flash required).

Another one has Pat Benatar’s “We Belong“. I cannot for the life of me remember the commercial or what it was for. I know she recently had something to do with Sheraton Hotels (Starwood?) and they used “We Belong”, but, I just cannot remember. Anyway…

*Quick update!* Yeah, I guess it was a Sheraton commercial. *shrugs*

See, HotelMarketing.com’s “You belong at Sheraton” and the official blah blah at Sheraton/Starwood.

Pat Benatar could sing about killing puppies and that woman could make me cry. Hell, I think I would start killing puppies myself.

Anyone who has had any kind of serious relationship or for those who are madly in love with their partner, spouse, whatever will find it hard not to shed water when you hear “We Belong“. You can check out a video of that song on YouTube (Flash required).