Mobile Minutes: Tag You’re It

Warning: Graphic my be sensitive to anyone named “Beth” …

Don’t live in that neighborhood. It’s rough. Lots of parties and cars being broken into…

That’s what I heard when I moved into my first apartment. However, you take risks when something comes cheap. Needless to say today was met with more of a sigh of disappointment versus anger and rage.


So my truck was a victim of poorly attempted graffiti.
I’m still trying to understand if this was visual instructions for someone named “Beth” or in a drunken stupor (or public school education from this city) someone forgot to add the important “C”, and I’m still not sure why a picture of earbuds were drawn with two eyes on the side…

Beth, music watches you…
Beth, I want to see your music…
Beth, I’m drunk, have you seen my earphones…

I suppose each option are feasible given the environment.
Oh well…Darco is filing the papers (*rim shot*) with the local police, and I’m seeking insight on removing marker from stainless steel.
I so forgot what wedges felt like…


XO: Sticks In The Fire

When you get older, you’re learn that it’s not always the best to have several sticks in the fire. Instead, remove a few and just focus on the rest that are still there.
-Wise Old Man-

I woke up this morning with Ny-Quil and this title stuck in my head. Half an hour later I made it out of bed, and actually started the day.

It’s been a while since I’ve actually given some ‘length’ to a post, and a deeper, more described identity to the life that I’m currently surrounded by. So, with drugs in hand, and a cat annoying me from behind…let us begin… Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Last Day

Sadly, this is the last day of Darco and I just hanging around the apartment. We’re both ensuring that work goes back into stride starting tomorrow morning. However, we do have a few surprises coming this evening. A couch, a love seat, and a end table are heading our way around 5:00. So, we’ve been cleaning, rearranging, and preparing for that all throughout the day. One of the few minutes I’ve had to hop on here and say a few words.

Married life is great, definitely enjoying it, and one day this apartment will look normal again…one day…



Today I requested an archive of my Twitter account since its creation (in 2009 for those curious). Even through +33K 140 character tweets it is amazing to see the progress of life. It snowed today, I’ve been running everywhere because I’m employed. I’m writing presentations because I’m part of an incredible organization. I get to experience all of this in a very unique, beautiful area of the world, and spend some very precious time in a church in the middle of nothing. I have a beautiful girlfriend that is attached to me, and refuses to let go…no matter what. I live on my own, with supportive parents just down the road, and frankly:

I’m loving life like God has loved me.

Get your praise on!


Mobile Minutes: Painting Pictures

My girlfriend and I had the day together [mostly], and by the night we found ourselves freezing [again] at a local women’s soccer game.

Today was a struggle, several times I found myself at a boiling point, and my girlfriend and I were just not…gracious with one another [I'll let you read in between the lines].

It finally hit a boiling point with the slamming of the car door this evening after stopping at Walmart for some pizza. It was a conversation about health, that like many other topics today, just immediately spiraled out of control into controversy, frustration, but thankfully no yelling.

I share this to again highlight that perfection is desirable, but not obtainable; especially in a relationship. Several times today I had to reflect back to my past, failed marriage and make changes at a moments notice today that I would not have done two years ago. It took patience, grace, and something else that I wasn’t sure what to make of.

Thankfully, after talking for hours tonight on the floor of my apartment, we parted ways with a hug, well wishes, and warm hearts.

How I’ve forgotten the never-ending strength of loving souls.

It’s frequently interesting to see a reoccurring pattern that has taken place in my life: people doing dramatic things to literally start over. They paint the picture of what their life is to be, what they dream it to be, and what they pray to God to show them it’ll be, and then suddenly; they go out and just do it.

No strings attached.

This website started off the whim of unknowingly knowing what I was getting ready to do next. Would anyone believe the kid that posted this ended up starting this?

Our stories all have a starting point, but more importantly they all have a climaxes as well. My girlfriend is starting to get to this point. The realization, as noted here earlier this week, is that times are changing for us. A new door is quickly [and I mean rapidly] opening up and we’re going to have to make a fast choice on the next chapter of life. Looking at the soccer perspective, living in Kansas City is very ideal for both of us. However, removing ourselves from the city we currently live in, that’s a solid adjustment for me; who just settled down, but more important; it’s life changing for my girlfriend who only knows this city as her life.

Painting a picture of what our lives could be, what we desire them to be, what we believe God wants them to be, some days is the only thing that keeps us moving. My girlfriend and I are constantly crunching numbers, looking at ledgers, and just trying to imagine, “When does this end?” in reaction towards bills.

It doesn’t, but it can become easier. The bills that is. In recent days the staff at Weber Creative Arts and the Kansas City Shock have finalized the designs for our sponsorship packages. It’s chilling to realize that it is real, but literally within the past few days I’ve scheduled three new meetings in the next week [not to mention breakfast with my dad...another post for later], just to talk to potential investors, and programs that we’re looking to partner up with. It’s a challenge, it isn’t easy, but together [thankfully] my girlfriend look at this blank slate, this moment to start over, and through our struggles we’re trying to stop thinking, “Remember when?”, and we’re trying to ask, “What’s next?”

God is good. When the night is over and the day is done, I’m so, so blessed to be able to look at my girlfriend and say, “God is good”. God didn’t put me in a cubicle, He didn’t allow me to wander into a classroom, He’s designed a unique life from the very beginning that can just be a bit different, and can shock just a few people.

What’s the picture your painting? What are you settling for? What are you dreaming about? How are you going to reach that dream?

If you’re not asking these questions every day you wake up, now is a great time to start.


Mobile Minutes: #dineinchallenge

After I got back from my trip; I got a text from my girlfriend. She wanted to start a good, budget friendly challenge between the two of us. It was crazy enough that I’m inviting you to join!

Here’s the deal:

We spend way too much money on fast food and eating out. It’s stupid. So, we’re trying to cut back and be a smart couple financially and physically [fast food is so bad versus home cooked...most of the time]. We came up with the #dineinchallenge [hashtag because it runs on Twitter]. The rules are simple; no dining out Monday through Friday. Saturday and Sunday it’d be wise not to, but no penalty. However, there is a penalty for dining out Monday through Friday. My girlfriend tried to come up with the one thing she hated more then anything when working out, and I do believe she found common ground for both of us.

Each time you dine-out=75 push-ups.

Sorry, but for me; that’s disgusting. I hate push-ups, almost as much as she does.

We’re even talking about implimenting rules that will allow another person to decide when you start doing your push-ups [randomly shopping in a mall, Sunday School, walking to the post office, etc...]. We’re fine tuning that one.

However, both of us thought it’d be great to invite all our lovely readers to try it out with us. Be sure to check her out at her site [that we're working on motivating her to follow through with].

Good luck and be sure to use the hashtag #dineinchallenge on Twitter!

P.S. She already owes 75 push-ups…hehe…

O: Losing Myself

Confession: I cried this morning.

OK, it wasn’t the nasty, snot nosed crying like the goal keeper I listened to this afternoon from across the field [she wore that injury better then most fans would get that joke], it was more of a brief moment of relief and gratefulness.

Thankfully, like any smart person who hates crying, I was in the shower at the moment of uncontrolled emotion. I was getting ready to step out and when I grabbed the towel and found my face being buried in it and a simple whisper:

Thank you.

It’s no lie for anyone who has kept score along this tiring journey of excitement, adventure, and heartache, that the realization of myself living on my own, in the city [it has 75,000 people, so it counts], that in many ways, many view this as a bigger accomplishment then releasing the Kansas City Shock to the world. It is what you make it out to be I suppose. Family friends and family see this far larger, and realistically it is just nice to have a place to call my own.

Yesterday, after MC, Jim, Dur, and my girlfriend helped with the moving process; my parents and I were found at the local furniture store; where a 50% or more leather sale was going on. To further complicate the identity of my own life. I’m not from the wealthiest status, and was not in good shape at all last year, but I have a crazy taste for modern decor, deco, etc…I thoroughly enjoy modernization. If my Sims could talk, they would use me as a reference to this style.

Of course, while at this furniture store something caught my eye. Black, leather chair, couch, and love seat. Set up in a display that reflects modernism and simple earth tones. In other words; I was looking for my check book.

It was about this time, mixed with a Facebook message that I had received a few days ago that I started to muster up the thought, “I can’t lose myself.”

I’ll be frank by stating, and my girlfriend knows this as well, that my number one fear is to wake up with absolutely no one and nothing. Why? Because I’ve witnessed it before and I never want to know that feeling again. However, as this moving process has taken place I’ve also started to note another growing fear; I don’t want to lose myself, my identity, my story.

Why? Because you don’t get to make up stories like the one that I’ve lived in the past year, year and a half. Knowing that people have been inspired, knowing that God has been saturated throughout everything; that’s what puts my mind at ease at night. All of this is so much bigger then myself. It’s bigger then any of us can comprehend. Realistically, I have the ability to bring in this new furniture to my  apartment, there’s going to be a new TV soon as well. I’m flying to Los Angeles next month, and I’m traveling to Chicago in October. It’s no longer about the financial risk, because I can literally do it now. The rough realm of my life, that storm that nearly drowned me, it isn’t over, but the waves have resided. Now, as I’ve expressed to my girlfriend, I face a temptation that is something I know is an overwhelming temptation: power.

It isn’t easy to confess to, because of its reality, but as a flawed human; I crave power. I love leadership, I love being the one to guide. I enjoy a “power suit” for a reason. I told my girlfriend a few months ago that the devil and temptation is like an allergy test. With the allergy test you are pricked with several little needles until you react to one of them. I believe temptation is no different. You are pricked with so many different things that can bring upon sin, and eventually you’ll react to one. I know what I react to; power. Power with jobs, money, influence, everything else an egomaniac can’t live without.

I remember looking at her, my girlfriend, and I said, “You watch; the Shock is going to take off in ways we can’t even envision and the temptation that is associated with it; it’s going to be nearly overwhelming.” I still believe that, I hope the Shock does take off, just because it is an amazing creation. However, already, i’m finding myself having to more and more careful.

Why do I do it? Why do I ‘need’ it? What’s the glory going towards? Is it my voice? Is it my dream? All these questions I have to constantly ask myself, in hopes of finding redemption in answers and grace in words that I cannot even begin to grasp or comprehend.

I suppose this is where I ask, “Is this the grown-up life now?” Is this what it’s all about? The constant temptation and fear of falling into the risk of power and greed? Of losing focus ? Forgetting your roots?

I had a high school coach send our company an e-mail a few days ago; it was asking if we were going to be like other clubs; requiring players to choose between high school athletics and club play. That’s the gist of the idea. Calmly and thoughtfully I replied back with my take on developments of programs, focusing on importance of community and education. In other words; I was attempting to tell this man that his fears were noted, but we weren’t in the political game. Realistically, it came down to the simple question, “Are you going to be rich kids club, or a community program?”

It was in that moment that I went back to my roots, I went back to my struggles, and I explained to him very clearly that based off my upbringing and my experiences. Why? Because I wanted that trust, and I want him and everyone else to know that our integrity based off my experiences far surpasses financial gains through political chess moves.

While drying off, after my moment of emotion this morning, through the crazy, empty 900 square foot apartment, I could only hope for one glimpse towards being humble:

The day that the leather, the trips, and even the soccer ball eclipse the determination to demonstrate the amount of grace shown to me by God, is the day that I’ve missed the target. May God take me away, in order for His legacy of His grace to maintain and that my selfishness dares not tarnish such an incredible story.


Mobile Minutes: Early Night

I’m in bed, relaxing, getting ready to sleep.

A bit early in comparison to the past several nights. I’m getting my rest, because aside from some morning paperwork, tomorrow I put down the first months rent, the rest of the deposit, and my Labor Day weekend begins [most notably 'Labor'], as I’ll be taking Friday and Saturday [Sunday, dependent on the risk of rain] to move all of my stuff into my apartment [thankfully most of it hasn't been touched since it was stored this time last year]. On the side, I’ll be taking in a soccer tournament at the local university.

I’m nervous, I still have so much to do. Of course, I’m always crunching numbers; making sure financially this is going to work.

Sink or swim time…

I’m diving in.