Welcome to Bla Ba Blog. This is where I come to VENT. You could be one of the very reasons this place
EXISTS. You see, when people rub me the wrong way, I have to back away and process my thoughts in
private to be sure I respond as opposed to react. I don't want to do or say something that I may
eternally regret. Sooooo I retreat, pause and write it all down. I once called it journaling. Today folks
call it blogging. I began blogging on the Internet in 1999. People who knew me then, told me I was
crazy for unloading my baggage in a place where the world could see it. Perhaps they were right but
obviously that did not stop me from doing so. Funnier still, look around the web, today everybody is
doing it. If you find these writing offensive I am not sorry because the truth is, this place was not put
here for you. It was put here for me and those who find these writings a blessing.
I began journaling on the web over ten years ago before I knew anything about searches. I figured then
that if I was the only person with a link to my journal, I was the only person that could read it. I was
WRONG in a big way. Some of my pages some how came up in search results. Various people I did not
even know had read some of my ranting it and wrote to comment. Most of the comments were positive,
encouraging and even refreshing. This in turn motivated me to write more and make it available to
anyone who wanted to find it by promoting it with public links and domain names. So here it is, all my
dirty laundry hanging out to air dry for your review. Speaking of dirty laundry, I have found that when I
air it out first, it takes the fun out of it for those who might want to use it against me. It is only fun for
them when they think they are spreading news nobody else knows. When somebody says, "Guess what
Leon use to do?" and another says, "I knew that I read it on a blog page." The gossip fun is gone.
Anyway, looking back I wish I had been one of the ones to erect one of those blog sharing sites. Seems I
keep missing my mark. Get this. When I was seventeen, I had this old Pontiac Grand Prix with a factory
radio. This is back in the day when car stereos sounded like transistors radios. I wanted better sound so
I went up to my bedroom, hacked off my speakers wires and wedged those big old wooden cabinet
speakers into the trunk of my car. I am going back to the early eighties when house speakers were three
feet tall, naturally after I got them in, I had no trunk space. All my friends laughed at me but I did not
care, I had great sounds. Before it was all said and done, my car was the sound machine at all the park
parties. Five years later, the world was paying big money for the same thing only they called them
kickers. I missed that boat too.
I cant speak for everyone but I write on the web to build, not to tear down. Another reason I like to write
things down is I tend to be very forgetful. Yesterday could have been a perfect day from start to finish.
Today on the other hand might start out sideways and I will quickly begin to whine & complain forgetting
that I just came off of a perfect day unless of course I have written down what took place so I can reread
it as a reminder. Speaking of which, I also like to write to keep track of where I was when. Let's say one
of my goals was to get out of debt which incidentally; that is one of my goals. If I can look back and see
that I was $150,000.00 in the ditch in 2006 and I am $125,000.00 in the ditch in 2007, no matter how
bad '07 seems to be, I know I am moving in the right direction. Another reason I need to write it all down
is my own mental stability. So many times I have been perplexed by a situation and just writing it out
allows me to look at it as an outsider. Have you heard someone say, "You are standing too close to see
the big picture?" Writing a situation down allows me to take a step back from it & perhaps come up with
a solution I was unable to see when I was smack dab in the middle. Try it, if it can work for me, it might
work for you too.
Anyway, as I scribble out a situation on paper or in my computer; it is usually because it has me stressed
out. Often it will take me several days to complete a scenario because the phone will ring, a customer will
come in, you name it; stuff happens. Then when I get a chance to continue where I left off, I will start by
rereading my last entry and almost always I realize that the thing I was so worried about is no longer a
thing at all. So instead of me trying to manage it on my own possibly making matters worse with my
limited range of thinking, writing it down often allows me to pause long enough to give God an
opportunity to work.
Oh, "Did he say God?" "Can he say dat on the Internet?" Yes he can and I warned you at the front door
that I would be making reference to Him so if you skipped that part, now is your chance to go back and
read it. Disclaimer
I will wait.
Dee - dah - de - dah - dee - dee - dee - deet - dah - deet - deet deet - deet - deeeee. Wow, that was
fast! How did you learn to read so fast?
Never mind. I am glad you are back. As you might have gathered, there are a number of reasons I write
what I write. One and this is an old reason, it use to be a form of revenge. If you ticked me off, I would
tell the world what you did to me. I would like to think that I have since out grown that character defect.
Two; I lived most of my life lost. I lived it thinking that my purpose was to get a shinier newer faster car
or motorcycle, prettier girl and or a bigger house. The hard core truth is; those things I chased after were
the very things making me crazy. Maybe not the thing itself; but the mentality behind it was certainly
responsible for my insanity. Today I know better and as a result I have great peace and would like to
share it with you.
Three; I have for the longest time had a burning in my heart to make a difference in this scrappy world. I
am convinced that there is no way I have had to go through all that I have been through just to entertain
the powers to be. I have come to the conclusion that I am supposed to help somebody with what I have
learned. I just don't know who that is yet?
So I figure it this way... If God wants somebody to learn something from my experiences; He can bring
them to it.
Four; this is where I get to explain my side of all those situations that went wrong even though my
intension was good but possibly misunderstood.
Five; if I can help you with your situation via sharing mine, I will. Even if I can't; I can at least entertain
you for a spell with my folly. Almost all of my life’s drama is funny to me after the fact. If I can laugh at it
and I was the one who had to live through it, I'll bet that you can laugh at it too. You like to laugh don't
ya? I hope your not one of those people that are happy being miserable? If you are, you will not enjoy
this place. That don't even sound right even though there are people out there like that. As I said, one
of my reasons for doing this is the result of my desire to contribute something to the world we live in
before I go. For a time I was so caught up in me, me, me, that I lost that desire. Now that I am about
halfway through this life and realize that I have spent the first half taking, it is time to give a lil' sumthin'
back. Initially I wanted to wait until I had my life all in order before I began doing so but I am starting to
think that it ain’t never gonna be that way, so here we go. Pick a title that moves you & have at it.
Just so you know, these stories are true but some of the names have been changed to protect the
innocent (if there is such a thing)
EXISTS. You see, when people rub me the wrong way, I have to back away and process my thoughts in
private to be sure I respond as opposed to react. I don't want to do or say something that I may
eternally regret. Sooooo I retreat, pause and write it all down. I once called it journaling. Today folks
call it blogging. I began blogging on the Internet in 1999. People who knew me then, told me I was
crazy for unloading my baggage in a place where the world could see it. Perhaps they were right but
obviously that did not stop me from doing so. Funnier still, look around the web, today everybody is
doing it. If you find these writing offensive I am not sorry because the truth is, this place was not put
here for you. It was put here for me and those who find these writings a blessing.
I began journaling on the web over ten years ago before I knew anything about searches. I figured then
that if I was the only person with a link to my journal, I was the only person that could read it. I was
WRONG in a big way. Some of my pages some how came up in search results. Various people I did not
even know had read some of my ranting it and wrote to comment. Most of the comments were positive,
encouraging and even refreshing. This in turn motivated me to write more and make it available to
anyone who wanted to find it by promoting it with public links and domain names. So here it is, all my
dirty laundry hanging out to air dry for your review. Speaking of dirty laundry, I have found that when I
air it out first, it takes the fun out of it for those who might want to use it against me. It is only fun for
them when they think they are spreading news nobody else knows. When somebody says, "Guess what
Leon use to do?" and another says, "I knew that I read it on a blog page." The gossip fun is gone.
Anyway, looking back I wish I had been one of the ones to erect one of those blog sharing sites. Seems I
keep missing my mark. Get this. When I was seventeen, I had this old Pontiac Grand Prix with a factory
radio. This is back in the day when car stereos sounded like transistors radios. I wanted better sound so
I went up to my bedroom, hacked off my speakers wires and wedged those big old wooden cabinet
speakers into the trunk of my car. I am going back to the early eighties when house speakers were three
feet tall, naturally after I got them in, I had no trunk space. All my friends laughed at me but I did not
care, I had great sounds. Before it was all said and done, my car was the sound machine at all the park
parties. Five years later, the world was paying big money for the same thing only they called them
kickers. I missed that boat too.
I cant speak for everyone but I write on the web to build, not to tear down. Another reason I like to write
things down is I tend to be very forgetful. Yesterday could have been a perfect day from start to finish.
Today on the other hand might start out sideways and I will quickly begin to whine & complain forgetting
that I just came off of a perfect day unless of course I have written down what took place so I can reread
it as a reminder. Speaking of which, I also like to write to keep track of where I was when. Let's say one
of my goals was to get out of debt which incidentally; that is one of my goals. If I can look back and see
that I was $150,000.00 in the ditch in 2006 and I am $125,000.00 in the ditch in 2007, no matter how
bad '07 seems to be, I know I am moving in the right direction. Another reason I need to write it all down
is my own mental stability. So many times I have been perplexed by a situation and just writing it out
allows me to look at it as an outsider. Have you heard someone say, "You are standing too close to see
the big picture?" Writing a situation down allows me to take a step back from it & perhaps come up with
a solution I was unable to see when I was smack dab in the middle. Try it, if it can work for me, it might
work for you too.
Anyway, as I scribble out a situation on paper or in my computer; it is usually because it has me stressed
out. Often it will take me several days to complete a scenario because the phone will ring, a customer will
come in, you name it; stuff happens. Then when I get a chance to continue where I left off, I will start by
rereading my last entry and almost always I realize that the thing I was so worried about is no longer a
thing at all. So instead of me trying to manage it on my own possibly making matters worse with my
limited range of thinking, writing it down often allows me to pause long enough to give God an
opportunity to work.
Oh, "Did he say God?" "Can he say dat on the Internet?" Yes he can and I warned you at the front door
that I would be making reference to Him so if you skipped that part, now is your chance to go back and
read it. Disclaimer
I will wait.
Dee - dah - de - dah - dee - dee - dee - deet - dah - deet - deet deet - deet - deeeee. Wow, that was
fast! How did you learn to read so fast?
Never mind. I am glad you are back. As you might have gathered, there are a number of reasons I write
what I write. One and this is an old reason, it use to be a form of revenge. If you ticked me off, I would
tell the world what you did to me. I would like to think that I have since out grown that character defect.
Two; I lived most of my life lost. I lived it thinking that my purpose was to get a shinier newer faster car
or motorcycle, prettier girl and or a bigger house. The hard core truth is; those things I chased after were
the very things making me crazy. Maybe not the thing itself; but the mentality behind it was certainly
responsible for my insanity. Today I know better and as a result I have great peace and would like to
share it with you.
Three; I have for the longest time had a burning in my heart to make a difference in this scrappy world. I
am convinced that there is no way I have had to go through all that I have been through just to entertain
the powers to be. I have come to the conclusion that I am supposed to help somebody with what I have
learned. I just don't know who that is yet?
So I figure it this way... If God wants somebody to learn something from my experiences; He can bring
them to it.
Four; this is where I get to explain my side of all those situations that went wrong even though my
intension was good but possibly misunderstood.
Five; if I can help you with your situation via sharing mine, I will. Even if I can't; I can at least entertain
you for a spell with my folly. Almost all of my life’s drama is funny to me after the fact. If I can laugh at it
and I was the one who had to live through it, I'll bet that you can laugh at it too. You like to laugh don't
ya? I hope your not one of those people that are happy being miserable? If you are, you will not enjoy
this place. That don't even sound right even though there are people out there like that. As I said, one
of my reasons for doing this is the result of my desire to contribute something to the world we live in
before I go. For a time I was so caught up in me, me, me, that I lost that desire. Now that I am about
halfway through this life and realize that I have spent the first half taking, it is time to give a lil' sumthin'
back. Initially I wanted to wait until I had my life all in order before I began doing so but I am starting to
think that it ain’t never gonna be that way, so here we go. Pick a title that moves you & have at it.
Just so you know, these stories are true but some of the names have been changed to protect the
innocent (if there is such a thing)
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