Category Archives: November Rain of Gratitude!

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 30


I would like to express my gratitude to you. In all sincerity, thank you. You are the one who came to this site. You are the one that learned to read. You are the one that unknowingly held me accountable. Without you there is nobody to share laughter. Without you there’s a shortage of love. Without you there certainly wouldn’t be gratitude for all of the unique gifts you bring to the world. Without you there would be no Thanksgiving. No Christmas. No celebrations to celebrate. No winning to win. No sinners to sin. Without you there’s no brotherhood or sisterhood. Without you there’s no traffic… should have stopped while I was ahead. Thank you for a great month. You can go now, and take this steaming hot pile of gratitude with you.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 29


From astrology to paleontology to biology to pimpology this massive debt of gratitude goes out to all of the scientists, ponderers, and wonderers that continue to seek answers to questions that perplex man using equations I will probably never understand. Because of an “ologist” people I love continue to live. Because of the various “ology” opportunities and avenues out there someone will discover a necessity for our future, or perhaps a clue to our past. At this stage in the game I’m a fan of mixology, loveology, and peaceology.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 28


Baseball. Seems like a simple game. You throw the ball. You hit the ball. You catch the ball. Hustle. Don’t be a lollygagger. It ain’t over til it’s over.
Baseball is a microcosm for all of life, especially here in the United States. The extended rules are as complex, and often open to loose interpretation, as the Bill of Rights. A baseball team, The Texas Rangers, was run poorly by our president before he was allowed to poorly govern our nation. That’s how much we love baseball. The roster spots for top tier talent in any business circle are referred to as “the major leagues.” Everyone wants to be major league. Baseball is for people with old souls, too much time on their hands, too little time to spare, optimists, realists, pessimists, and everyone in between from every corner of the world. There’s no rhyme or reason why someone that weighs 170lbs can throw a ball faster than a man twice his size and weight, but he does. There isn’t a scientific explanation, mathematical equation, astrological forecast, or psychic prediction, that could tell us when someone will hit 5 home runs in a major league baseball game, but you’ll remember where you were when it does happen. For all of it’s imperfections and reflections of the human spirit, to Baseball I say, you’re in a league of your own, and I would like to express my major league gratitude.

“Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes it rains.” ~ Ebby Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don’t care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don’t win, it’s a shame.
For it’s one, two, three strikes, you’re out,
At the old ball game.
~ Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 27


There are people, places, and things that will undoubtedly change the course of our lives in a special, even magical, way. It may be a coach as a child, a mentor in college, an underprivileged child in Africa, or even an undersized dog that survives a horrendous dog attack. In my case it was the latter. Six years ago today a very special pooch was born and I could not have more gratitude. If my dog Frankie, had not been born, if he had not found a home with Beth a year before I, if I had not had to earn his love and respect in the courtship we had, if his love had not kept him alive after being ripped open from belly to spine nearly 3 years ago, this world would look significantly dimmer. Thanks for teaching me paternal patience, unconditional love, and eternal passion without uttering a word. You are the roo of all roos and I’m grateful for my time with you buddy. Happy birthday, Frankie!

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 26


There are friends, and there are the friends some friends endeavor to be. People who are so giving of themselves and their time that their happiest times are when they are giving to other people. It doesn’t seem like it’s very plausible for everyone on the planet to have a million dollars, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t all feel like a million bucks from time to time, and nobody embodied that sentiment more than Bob Hope. I know gratitude has been expressed through film tributes, a freeway off-ramp, a star on the walk of fame, an airport, a stamp, but I’d like to share mine with the funny guy for being an inspiration to generations beyond anything he could have imagined in his efforts to entertain. When the world seems to laugh a little less and the “ring-a-ding” in your world seems more like “clink-a-clank” in an empty coin jar, remember there was a guy who’d go to the end of the world to make you smile, and he always brought a ton of Hope. Thanks for the memories, Bob.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 25


I love dad and all the issues that have followed. Whatever your daddy issues are, whether stemming from your need or desire for his approval, or his lack of needing yours, our only option is to move forward as best we are able. I don’t know if you have a good dad, bad dad, step-dad, old dad, young dad, absentee dad, abusive dad, proud dad, supportive dad, adopted dad, gay dad, whatever your situation and relationship is, you probably are going to want to be a great dad yourself or have a partner who is someday. I’d like to express my gratitude to the great dad’s of the future and thanks for doing your best even when you’re three sheets to the wind at a tailgate party and your face paint is melting. Cheers!

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 24


The Thanksgiving Turkey may be the most anticipated meal of the year. While other traditions and celebrations may carry sentimentality through cakes, kugel, or various seasoned meats, the universally devoured feast on the fourth Thursday of the month of November every year in the United States is a golden turkey. Through all of the family dysfunction and travel stresses, we shut up for about 5 minutes to inhale the juicy comforts of basted turkey deliciousness as each bite brings waves of memories parading through our mind. I’m not sure why you drew the short straw Sir Thanksgiving Turkey as the yearly edible delectable numm-numms in my belly, but I’m mighty grateful and would like to express my gratitude in advance for the next 100 years.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 23


Shit happens. And when it does I’m grateful there is the modern convenience of toilet paper. Please don’t think I’m overlooking the benefits of indoor plumbing. I’m not. Been a big fan of indoor plumbing. However, when indoor plumbing isn’t an option for miles and miles hiking through a forest or taking a road trip, I’m fairly certain that when the proverbial breakfast burrito hits the fan, we’ll all want to clean up without a rash, scratches, or dingle-berries after tending to nature’s necessities. Toilet paper is the 5-star option considering the preceding alternatives listed on Wikipedia when people wiped themselves with wool, lace or hemp, while less wealthy people used their hand when defecating into rivers, or cleaned themselves with various materials such as rags, wood shavings, leaves, grass, hay, stone, sand, moss, water, snow, maize, ferns, may apple plant husks, fruit skins, or seashells, and corncobs, depending upon the country and weather conditions or social customs. I’m not going to go into the deficient attributes of each, I’m simply going to express my gratitude to the toilet paper providers. Thank you. Thank you for making a world where I’m not wiping with wood shavings or conch shells. I’m not sure I would want to know a world without Beavis seeking TP for his bunghole.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 22


On this, the twenty second day of the month, I would like to express gratitude for everyone’s friend Billy Shakespeare. He’s a wacky kid with a penchant for telling tales that transcend time and culture. Among his plays, Shakespeare also penned over 150 sonnets, making him the grand poobah of the genre and for good reason! Here’s my humble attempt to pay homage to the master of the craft. Thank you.

Shakespeare’s Sonnet

Before the first twitter twitted update,
Or a facebook, or a tumblr, or blog,
Told you who was famous, dead, and irate,
When prince charming poofed from a magic frog,
Penning tragedies, comedies, and poems,
For men and women to forget their rank,
Tales of lover’s heartache, fair forest homes,
Entertaining masses, but whom to thank?
Written on pages with immortal ink.
Thy villains are venomous; fools are wry,
Kings are not kingly, while stories all sync,
Leaves scholars wondering, “Who is this guy?”
When thine heart sings for sin, laughter, or fear,
Your thirst shall be quenched from canon Shakespeare.

November Rain of Gratitude – Day 21


This day goes with a tremendous bit of gratitude to someone whom I’m sure I would cease to be if they did not exist. On this, our first anniversary, after having spent a whirlwind 24 hours driving on the road so I could perform comedy in Las Vegas, while getting ready for our evening of celebration and reflection, my wife says to me, “Would you like to put on the Monday Night Football game while we’re getting ready?” In addition to her brilliant talents, steadfast courage, timeless beauty, jubilant laughter, unrelenting passion, and joyful love she shares with me daily, she adds the sports enthusiast bonus. Thank you wife for choosing to share this ride with me. I love you. Happy Anniversary.