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Ok let's face it, I'm not a brilliant guy. Heck, I'm lucky I can breath and walk at the same time. With that said, it's amazing for me to do the simple things in life. Before I go any further, let me state that there is someone in my life. I haven't felt this good in a really long time. Maybe it's the fact that I have someone to talk to or maybe it's the fact that she hasn't put a restraining order on me yet....who knows? Whatever it is, all I know is that I'm finally having some fun.

However, I do feel sorry for her. You see, I'm not the easiest person to have a relationship with. I pretty much know that God has a sense of humor because that's the only way to explain me. Let me explain how bad am I at relationships. I will take my present life as an example. When I first met Meli ( pronounced mel-ee), I had no idea she was interested in me. I was so clueless it wasn't funny. That's me though...Mr. Clueless.. Mind you, I do know how to treat my girl. It isn't like I'll forget her name or forget her birthday. I do forget that sometimes people will worry for me. I, on occasion have forgotten to call.

It's amazing that I have even got another person in my life. Let me tell you how Meli and me met. ( cue the wavy dream sequence)... It was another day at the hospital.( move over Nicolas Sparks). She came in for her appointment. ( due to HIPPA laws, I cannot tell you what hospital or what type of appointment). I had noticed her, my luck is terrible when it comes to picking up women. Just ask 3-d, she has been witness to my pathetic approaches.

She asked me to meet up with her for lunch one day, which I did. The embarrassing part was that I couldn't talk to her. I was so nervous. It was like I had gotten kicked in the head by a Kentucky Derby Racehorse and was suffering a stroke at the same time. I was sweating like a two dollar french whore in Sunday mass. I was more lost than Paris Hilton taking the S.A.T. An Arab with a stuttering problem made more sense than I did. Luckily, she looked passed at the complete babbling nerve jello-o that I was.

So here we are. I have gotten out of the dateless/girlfriendless scene. I must say it's been pretty cool. I am not hard to get along with. I tend to be really easy going. However, I also tend to be forgetful. This is going to be very interesting. I'm like a big Great Dane puppy. He doesn't mean to destroy the house when he wants to play ball with you, it just ends up that way.

So here I am, I'm dating again. It's very strange to be dating again. I didn't imagine myself in this really cool relationship. Life has a way of making up for crappy moments. I am going to take it slow. There is no rush what so ever. I'm taking the slow boat to China. I know that she is going to be on that same boat. We're having fun and that's what it's all about.

Well folks, it seems as cupid went postal and laid down some serious artillary on me. That's cool. Don't worry folks. Soon, SamVidBlog News will make its return. Keep safe and dream big!

Half A Heart

Hello ALL.....Especially the LADIES!!!!

You know the old saying "It's better to have loved, than to never love at all." Well something like that I know you all know what I'm talking about.....

Who came up with that damn saying...It had to have been someone with Half A Heart! It's nice to be in Love but it's even better to be loved back...Trust me I'm the master at loving an not being loved...IT HURTS....But you live and learn the next time it comes around...Love that is..You take a deep breath and hold your breath and pray for the best! It's hard....VERY HARD...to want to be LOVED soooooooooooo bad that you'd do just bout anything...Well okay I'm lying you'd do ANY and EVERYTHING for the possibility of True LOVE! Don't give up...Just keep your fingers crossed and continue to be yourself..don't change for nobody and if you really LOVE the person you're with just keep focused.

Believe me it'll be hard..people will give you their opinion and you have to be strong enough to hear what they're saying and not act on everything they say...Yea statistics show 99.999999999999% of the time Friends w/ Benefits don't end up the way the person that is HEAD OVER HEALS really wants...

These are you're options when put in this situation:
A:Love...Love....Love like there's no tomorrow and enjoy all the good times before they run out...

B:Try very hard to keep your half of your heart that Loves to yourself and keep the benefits rolling...

C:Keep your Friend and cut the Benefits....Not you want I know but you save yourself the heartache and keep your friend. It sucks but this way you don't loose out on a beautiful friendship.

or good ole

D:Put everything out there from the beginning and talk EVERYTHING out...especially if you think your friendship is important....Don't assume...Cause we all know what that does...if IT..(the friendship w/Benefits) starts to confuse you...Then it's time to sit and chat again...Keep the COMMUNICATION lines open if you don't want IT to fail.

Well now YOU ALL have the keys...you know what to do and what not to do!!! Now let's see how many of you will do the (RIGHT THING) best thing! Keep your head up people it's not the end of the world even though sometimes it seems like it!When you think you've cried enough....take a nice cold shower cry some more and when you're finished squeeze your pillow really tight cry some more until you fall asleep.....Or you can do like I do and tell your little one your chest hurts ...he'll play Dr. by giving you a BIG kiss and hug..you can keep crying until they fall asleep then when you wake up...if you're without your FRIEND...Just pray your day goes by fast and wish for a better tomorrow! Believe it'll all be alright and it shall...Though things may not end up the way YOU want it will be OKAY!

Be STRONG....Loving people and continue to be YOU...One day You too will be LOVED!

What?...What?!...Ok!

I have the distinct pleasure of meeting different people from various backgrounds each day. They come in each day, for their appointments, and share a moment of their lives with me. For the most part, it is quite a nice experience. At other times, I have to deal with people who are upset for one reason or another. Once the problem is solved, they become kittens. However, there is that special breed, which makes you wonder where did they come from. It isn't that they're dumb, not at all! It's just that they function in life and I'm left wondering how they do it.

Take for instance the case of Mr. Dolby ( not his real name), he is an elderly gentleman. He is very nice, but he is tone deaf! This guy couldn't hear ACDC playing atop dynamite truck, rolling through a nitroglycerin plant. The problem is that he thinks he doesn't need hearing aids. When he comes in, he comes up to you and proceeds to destroy your eardrums by saying hello. This guy has the voice of a sonic boom. He once put a woman into labor with just a sneeze... and she wasn't even pregnant! The guy couldn't keep a secret to save his life.

So then I started thinking. This guy is so deaf that the only way he could here the slightest of sounds would be if they strap two towers speakers on each side of his head. His ears are just there for cosmetic reasons. Another funny thing is that the louder you talk to him, the louder he gets. It gets to the point where you end up in a shouting match with the guy.

Th fun ones are the ones who are in denial that they have a weight problem. Mind you, I am overweight. I know I have to lose at least 30 lbs just to be in my target weight. However, I have accepted it and I try everyday to deal with it. The ones are the ones who wear shirts that say Tapout, Affliction, Athletic Department, etc... Who are they kidding?!! I didn't even know that athletic shirts came in size Shamu! I'm not talking about people with genetic conditions that predisposition them to obesity. These people were once in the military! I've seen some heavy heavyweights. I saw one person who was literally 300 lbs overweight! They're reason for their obesity was "I got tired". Got tired!!! With all the cardiac diseases out there, you think that would be motivation enough. Unfortunately, we, as Americans, do not think like that.

I really do love my job. I can't imagine me doing anything else, at least for now. Everyday is a new adventure with its own set of characters. You can't ask for a better place to work. Well, gonna keep it short today folks. I have lots to do. Keep safe and dream big!

Happy 50th Entry or How to Upset Your Friends And Have a Hit Put on You

Alrighty folks, this is my 50th entry! I actually can't believe I actually stuck to something and kept going. The reason is I love writing and I enjoy making people chuckle, even at my own expense sometime. I have used this means as a way to release stress of the everyday life and to point out the stuff that upset us. However, I know alot of you have questioned my sanity. Sometimes, my topics are so far off the beaten path, I even wonder if anyone would get what I'm saying. Thank Goodness, that no one really gets what I'm saying.

Well, I also discovered that sometimes I am a bother. I've always known that I could get under people's skin. As a matter of fact, I made it an art form for awhile. The thing is I finally wised-up, but I still am doing my goober things. I really think that I have trained myself so well that I cannot break the habit. If I lost you already, don't worry I even lost myself. Let me give you a couple of examples of how big of a douche I can be.

I have been known to forget things. You know, birthdays, anniversaries, get well soons, funerals...the list is long. Well, how about forgetting your best friends name! That's up there with pretty low. I left friends stranded when they've asked me to pick them up and I forgot. I even once forgot to mail off someones income tax paperwork before the deadline! Do I mean to do it? No. I'm just that bad.

The best one was i once forgot that my ex-wife (this is back when I was married) was afraid of spiders. She would have a panic attack and go into shock if she saw one. Well...guess what Sammy-Pooh did. You guessed it! I had a fake spider. The damned thing looked so real! I put it on the bed as she was getting ready for work. Well, after I got back from the hospital ( after the beating that I got) I apologized for being a worthless douche bag.

To make matters worse, I used to hide around the house and jump out and scare her half to death. Now I know why I'm an ex-husband. You live and learn I guess. Besides, I wish her the best of luck as she travels through life on the bullet train to hell.

Anyway, back to my friends... Another one of my goof ups came early in my naval career. I was just finishing up Hospital Corps School and was assigned to the VA Hospital in Great Lakes, Illinois for my clinicals. I was working the geriatric unit and wasn't really enjoying cleaning old butts. Mind you, I do appreciate the sacrificial services given by our service members and veterans, but I just hated to wipe butt. Anyway, there I was, wiping butt. I had just got an elderly gentlemen who literally exploded in his pants. That was the mother of all dirty bombs! I never had such a desire of strangling someone with their own feces the way I felt that day. In the Great Lakes VA, they have a nifty little machine to hoist up the patient, while you hose down the flabby butt cheeks of the individual. It's pretty cool. So...back to the story...I was hosing down this guy deflated butt cheeks full of hot human fudge like it was a 5 alarm fire in the middle of the California wild fire season. This stuff wasn't coming off easy. I swear I needed a jackhammer just to get the light stuff off. That stuff was quikcrete cement! Oh my God, did I ever hate my life! Well, as I was hosing down Willy Wonka, one of my friends came in and interrupted me. Remember, I am very ADD. We began talking about our graduation and how we needed to have all of our paperwork straightened out before we left. The conversation took a dark tone when I realized that I had some paperwork that still needed to be filled out. Out of nowhere, another friend came in and told me I was late for lunch. I was really stressing out. So, off I went for lunch in order to clear my mind.

When I returned, the ward nurses were upset that I hadn't finished my notes. I was really at wits end. I went down the hall to cool off. After a few minutes, one of the nice nurses came up to me with a concerned look on her face. She came up to me and wondered if everything was alright with me. I told her about my problems earlier and she helped me out through them. Once she saw I felt better, she dropped a bomb on me. I HAD LEFT THE PATIENT IN THE CRANE FOR OVER AN HOUR! The poor guy was hanging there, nalgas in the wind, all that time! I felt so bad. Luckily, she covered for me and I didn't get in trouble.

That's the story of my life. I seem to forget very important stuff. I guess I'll be immortal. i figure that I will eventually forget to die. My friends support me and they deserve to be recognized. God only knows that I try their patience everyday.

Well crazy cats, thanks for hearing my out. Thanks for hanging in there. Don't worry, more of my life will be on display for your amusement. I hope you've liked my journey so far and I hope you stick around for more. Come back as often as you like. And remember as always, keep safe and dream big!

The Ugly Eye!!!

Hello All....Especially LADIES....Hey Gur

Yes it's me the infamous 3-D....The mastermind Sammy has put your girl on the net to share....the FEMALE POINT of view! Well I hope he knows what he has done because I'm ready to open wide and share...wait a minute...that's exactly what Sammy wanted.Well ladies my story for the week is well you guessed it the Brow nightmare.You ever have that moment when you've gone too long without getting/doing your eyebrows...They kinda sit on the top of your forehead like little caterpillars waiting to be trimmed and snipped.You know you've gone too long when they start forming a union(formerly known as the uni-brow).Then you rise and shine on that beautiful Sunday to go to your favorite nail shop,(go figure..a nail shop to get your eyebrows done), just to find out the place is closed. So you decide to do them yourself. Sounds like a plan, you head back home pull out the wax, it's expired. You look for your tweezers (if our like me and you've just recently moved and have a 3yr old that thinks he can fix everything) they're not where they're suppose to be. So finally you go for the good old fashion eyebrow razor...You get started and notice the razor is a little dull. But so focused on getting your eyebrows right before work you continue to use the dull blade. The pain is so excruciating it feels as if every hair is being pulled from your face. Okay guys not all of you are in a rush to go out there and get your eyebrows done(though some of you need it) but just imagine a hair in an area so delicate and sensitive on your body being plucked....over and over again..ohhh the pain oh the agony. You want to stop but you can't because you don't want to look odd to the public.So here I am raking away at my face I can almost hear my pores yelling...."Please stop..you're killing me" But I keep moving this dull razor back and forward across my forehead. Let's be real I don't have the average sized forehead it's pretty big...(but there's a reason for everything,my forehead is handy) but I'm sitting there trying to balance these bad boys out...The worst part(which is the real reason my brows were crying) the cleaning...you know that rubbing alcohol that your Mom use to rub your wounds with (to keep them clean).But once the fire dies down and the burning has been numbed I was still left in a bad way.No luck so I'm stuck with one eyebrow looking aight and the other not looking so hot!I went to work and all I felt was all eyes on me! Man don't I hate long work weeks...

Where's The Nightlight?

We as humans always look for a natural high. We tend to look for things that excite us. Some of us look for extreme sports, in which brings us to the brink of death. Others, like myself, look for less dangerous things. These less dangerous things include horror movies. In my personal opinion, horror movies are the best thrill rides on the planet. They're cheap to obtain and are readily available.

However, one must choose what limit to take your thirst for scariness to. I, at the beginning, did not know my limits. I have literally been scared s***less. I have had nightmares that have last longer than a Britney Spears rehab stay. I believe that some of the movies have given me phobias against insects, sharks, hockey mask wearing psychos, contortionist 12 year old girls who can spin their head all the way around, clowns, voluptuous chainsaw wielding women, and mothers who hate wire coat hangers.

So I started to ask myself, "self?" Self said," whatchu want?! Caint you see I'm watchin' Jerry Springer?!!!" So after self finished watching Springer, I asked again. this time, I asked why do we subject ourselves to unnecessary grief? Truth be told, I don't know why?

What I can tell you is that I have scared myself retarded countless of times. I remember sitting down and watching "The Omen" and, afterwards, look through my hair "just in case". I know that the chances of being Satan's offspring are remote, but I just wanted to make sure. Another movie that took me for a loop was "Jaws". I was so scared. I was even scared to get in a bathtub. I was afraid that the shark was going to swim up the pipes and attack me under the bubbles in the bubble bath.

I wasn't really scared of Jason Vorhees from the "Friday the 13th" movies. I figured that he only attacks white kids with rich parents who send them off with over-sexed teenagers into the middle of the woods. Since I lived in the ghetto (and her mama cried....) I was safe.

Now, there is only one movie in existence that I cannot watch until this very day. Even the mere mention of the name causes uneasiness in my heart. I know that alot of you out there know which movie I am talking about. This movie is responsible for 3o-something year old men crawling into bed with their parents because they were so scared to sleep elsewhere. The movie I am talking about is, of course, "The Exorcist". I don't know what drugs the author was smoking when he wrote this, but the boy, even to this day, needs to be beaten down.

I remember crying, having snot coming out my nose and down my face, begging for my mommy, peeing in my pants, feeling faint, and yelling like a 12 year old girl when I saw just the trailer to this movie.... and that was two weeks ago! God only knows how much I hate that movie.

So, before I finish this entry, I want to know what your thoughts are. Let me know what horror movie do you hate the most. Just click on the blue "comments" link under the article and leave your thoughts. Well, that's it for now. Have a great rest of the week and I'll see you guys here this weekend for our show. Keep safe and dream big.

The People On The Bus

Did you ever have one of those moments when you wish things would've been different? You know what I'm talking about. Like when you show up to get a parking spot, only to realize that the car in front of you was the last car the lot could hold. Or you show up to the bank at 5:05 pm and they closed at 5:00. Kind of sucks... That's the stuff that we are faced on a daily basis, as we make our way in this journey called life.

There are times when it seems unfair. There are times that it seems that you wish you could turn back the hands of time and make them work in your favor. However, that's what makes life more fun. I know that we can get angry at the unexpected. We get impatient when things don't go our way. Just remember to enjoy life. You only have one. Might as well enjoy it and make everyone else hate theirs. Nah, just kidding...

Although I do write some strange things on my blog, I want people to understand that I am merely pointing out the little things that we let get to us. I really am NOT that crazy. I believe we waste alot of time on the small stuff. So my advise to you is to let it go and enjoy life.

Ok, enough of the Jack Handy moment. It was another typical Monday at work. Nothing bad, nothing good. However, on the bus ride from the parking lot to work ( yes, we have to ride the bus. And yes, it's a dog gone converted prison bus!), I sat down and wanted to get a quick power nap before making my way from the bus stop to the hospital. I don't understand why, but I am always reminded of a prisoners "green mile" as he walks to the throne of sizzle. At other times, I kind of vaguely here the theme to the Exorcist ( you know, the part when the priest begins to walk up the long stairs). Anyway, back to the story.... I was trying so hard to grab a nap when I hard some guy begin to talk. He was trying to start some idle conversation, but the lady he was talking to wasn't interested. This didn't stop Mr. I'll-Carry-Conversation-With-You-Whether-You-Like-It-Or-Not. This guy was more annoying than Usher trying convince the world that he is not conceded.

That's when it hit me. Why do we put up with these people. They know that we don't want to talk to them. So, ( to borrow from Angry Black Man) WHY?! TELL ME WHY??!!! Why, do we put up with them. As I felt the voice of the little boy from "The Shining" begin to scream "RED RUM! RED RUM!" in my head, I gave him the "dude nobody cares" look. Apparently, he mistook it for the "dude, I am so flippin interested in your pathetic, lame, total waste of time story" look. He continued to talk to me until I faked me slipping into a coma.

The poor lady that he was originally was talking to, tried to fake falling asleep, but he wasn't hearing any of it. He continued to talk to her. I swore I thought I saw her trying to slice her wrists with a napkin edge. If given the choice of hearing the douche bag or sucking on a muffler of a 76 Buick with a bad transmission, she would've chosen the Buick.

Luckily, the bus ride isn't that long. When we arrived, she ran off the bus faster than illegals running off a jobsite when INS shows up. I know that tomorrow, she will show up with an IPod and blast that thing till she bleeds out the ears if he sits next to her again. So please folks, remember to be nice and quiet when you're on the bus. Nobody cares about the grandkids antics during the weekend on Monday morning at 7:00 am. Just have a cup of shut the heck up and enjoy the bus ride to work. If you don't, it may be your last.

Well crazy cats, that does it for this entry. Enjoy your week. Have lots of fun. Keep safe and dream big.

SamVidBlog News for 04OCT2008

BREAKING NEWS!

O.J. Simpson was found guilty on all charges!

Updates to the Site

As many of you may have seen, I am doing some updates to the blog site. Some of the changes are to make the navigation easier. Other changes are to just drive you up the wall. I just wanted to take this time to let you know what is on the website and how it will benefit you and me.

• First of all, I can't stress enough the subscription part of the site. It helps me track how many people the website (this creates a higher rating). So, please samscribe to the site.
• As all of you, who have visited the site, know, SamVidBlog News is now part of the website. Believe it or not, many of you look forward to it each week. Thank you. We will try to post up a video each week.
• The video bar is the small bar half way down on your right hand side. This contains videos that I have found on YouTube. You won't leave the page if you click on it.
• Last, but not least, we have the voting section. This is not a scam ad. I put this up regularly. I like to find out what the public is thinking.
• All entries have the option of leaving a comment. Let me know what you are thinking.

So, take advantage of the website. If I make you suffer, why don't you do the same? Anywho, take care and we'll keep making you gag with the bad jokes. Keep safe and dream big.