tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59633290540481698012011-07-08T07:09:24.109-04:00THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO MICHAEL ANDREW REIDM.A.R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03790261226799299773noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5963329054048169801.post-66270160173165319622009-11-25T21:01:00.003-05:002009-11-25T21:09:07.039-05:00

SO!This blog has moved to a new home!Visit: http://www.michaelandrewreid.comorhttp://www.michaelandrewreid.wordpress.comBoth addresses will take you to the new place. New look, some new stuff, some original stuff, and that crazy dude, me.So see you at the new blog site.

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J.J. Stocker was kind enough to speak with me after he’d come home from work. His employer: The Canadian Armed Forces. His rank: Captain. Claiming that he was a bit grumpy from a long two days at work (and that's literally not going home for two days), he was able to give a genuine smile and answer questions. He prefaced our conversation saying that as an officer in the Armed Forces he was unable

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My road to success is paved in pain.Guiding me through the path of struggle, sacrifice, stress and seemingly insurmountable challenges. And I love every second of it, because the end result is greatness. People ask why I'm so busy. They see and hear what I do and think I'm insane. But there is no other way. I'm the man, son, nephew and grandson of hustlers. Not in the pop culture sense, but the

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Recently I had the opportunity to sit down with a few friends and ask them a few questions. The following is a short synopsis of one of those interviews. Single mothers: <!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal

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Yes, it's been too long.And I apologize.I won't bore you with the many excuses I have for not writing recently, I'll just get right into it.Here's something I've written that keeps rolling around my head so I'll share.---Even when I'm going through strife, I'm loving my life,because I got the love of my life, I'm loving my wife.And meeting her was such a delight,my heart flows through my pen so

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This is tremendously funny, I had to share.Venus and I watched this tonight, we were literally crying. I mean tears were streaming down our faces.I couldn't breathe, i kept saying: "Stop, I can't breathe, it's too funny, I can't look. I can't breathe"I don't remember laughing that much in years. The falls are funny, but the baby laughing makes it gold.Enjoy.

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For the amount of times I verbally shoot from the hip and tell people exactly what i think, I find I've begun to muzzle myself lately.Why?It's not that I'm afraid that what I say will be taken in the wrong context.It may be that I am afraid that what I say will be taken in absolutely the correct context and that people are too gossamer to handle it. As if by processing my words their minds will

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For anyone who has never heard the boyz and I sing. We sang Ave Maria a few years ago during the ceremony of Enrico and Alex's wedding. Touch: Myself, Gabriel, Lawaun, FJ, and Ken (usually Enrico as well but he was a little busy getting married.)

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So the other day I saw a woman who was so skinny I wanted to sponsor her like an Ethiopian UNICEF child. I then saw a dude that was really too big for his own good. It's not that he had a large frame. He had a medium build and frame; he was just fat. If you wanna be fat, that's great! If your health and looks mean nothing to you, that's your own perogative. Just don't hurt my eyes by wearing a

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You read the disclaimer before you entered the blog; this is not a politically correct site. lol!Laughter is the best medicine. In an age of H1N1, seasonal allergies and a recession the following links are the best medicine. These videos are made possible by the very funny Trixx. Enjoy!

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When I dream, I dream of you. I dream of the times I’ve spent holding you, the times I’ve spend just simply breathing the same air as you. I love the times we spend not doing anything, just being with each other. I hate the distance when you’re not around, yet I love the anticipation of knowing that I will see you again. The first time I knew I loved you; I knew I was happy, not because you loved

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A friend recently said to me: "Well I guess hindsight is 20-20."Why? Why do people consistently look back at a moment and think: "Man I shoulda said that." or "What was I thinking? I should have done this."Its because we withhold our true feelings and true motives. Usually it's because we are concerned with what someone might think or say. When those people are just as conservative as you are.1.

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It's been a while, I know, I apologize. I will double my efforts to ensure the month long absences do not happen again. =)Now back to business. I've got little art treat for you.Last month Venus and K. Hinto had an art party at Bisogno Espresso Bar.People came out to support, talking about art, life, and just about anything. Last night, during the closing of the event it was a bit of the same.

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So this is just a little snack to tide us all over.The other day I spent the entire day at home.My back and shoulders were killing me, but my house was a mess, and since I was the cause of about 85% of the mess I thought it was best that I start cleaning.I cleaned the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, living room, did mounds of laundry, brushed the cat, I even polished my guitar. Then I made sure that

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Just a warning: I'm about to flip my ever loving shit.During the first week or two of this Rihanna and Chris Brown thing, I was making light of the situation, making inappropriate jokes, and watching TV reports on the story. Now, after I've had some time to digest this Rihanna and Chris Brown thing, it is driving me up the fucking wall. To the point that I'm changing the channel on my TV,

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This is a theory I've been working on since my teens, and the older I get the truer it is.I have no problem admitting that most men are dumb, I also have no problem stating that most women are stupid. This theory is a lot more detailed, but here's the concept.Men are dumb, women are stupid.Men: 80%-15%-5%80% of men are dumb, just brainless fools that don't think past their penis or pride. The

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As much as I love to write, I also enjoy photography. Every now and then I decide to indulge myself and I pick up my camera and go clicking.Here's a few shots that I like:- Camera Shy- Sakura- Slice of Life- Depth- LayersThere you have it, a little window into a world you may or may not have known I enjoy. I'm no Jill Greenberg with a camera, but I'm working at it.I think I'm an engaging writer;

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I love the comments, emails and text messages from people regarding the blog; I'm glad you're all enjoying my grey matter.Sometimes people ask me questions regarding decisions and situations in their lives. I usually tell them what they don't want to hear, but what they need to hear.And the rest of the time, people ask me questions that defy explanation, such as this:---February 10th, 2009 - 12:

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Can we escape ourselves? As a species we continue to deny our nature. Trying to prove to ourselves that we are more than simply animals living, eating, breeding and dying.It's the age old concept, cats and dogs do not sit around and contemplate their own existence.So?What does it matter that we do. The idea that I use more of my brain than a dog does not make any difference when I piss on a tree

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I recently found some writing I did when I was 14 yrs old. I remember hearing a Scottish accent in my head while I wrote this; do the same, I hope you enjoy.---Yesterday mornin' while catchin' some Z's.I heard a loud noise, outside in the trees.I slowly opened mi eyesAnd I kept hearin' these screeching cries.I sat up in mi bed, still feelin' dead, mi body it felt like a sack.I stood up,

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I was a hyper active child, and in many ways I still am. I was always looking for something to do or try, and at times that got me into trouble. When I was around three or four years old. My mother would be at work and my grandmother would look after me. I don’t know what possessed me to go up into the attic, but curiosity most have gotten the best of me. What was up there? And why was I not

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Studies have shown that 78% of people will believe a bullshit statistic if you add a percentage and tell them a study was done.

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As Canadians we pride ourselves on being a rational nation.With peacekeepers, healthcare, tolerance and patience. And as far as my educational institution’s documentation, we didn't ‘really’ have slavery?!So I feel a little frustration, to think that our First Nations still live on reservations The government treats them like offenders on probation.They control our First Nations by

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So...Here we are.I thought it would be nice to start things off with a few words of wisdom.I don't want to implicate or embarrass anyone, so the names and circumstances in this short piece have been changed to protect the authors of these pearls of wisdom.---Mr. Richael M. was thinking one day and wrote a short quote in his book of thoughts. Feeling very pleased, thoughtful and wise, he rose from

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As I review the past year, I can truly say that 2008 was memorable. It was a smoking pile of guano, and like guano, even a year of shit can serve a purpose. The year brought family: illnesses, abandonment and fatality. 2008 was riddled with financial strain, constant physical pain, lifestyle changes, and set backs.The year of the rat, was abundant with personal crossroads that at times

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