What to do now that Osama's dead

I'll be taking some time off this week. I was going to dedicate my time to hunting down Bin Laden, but apparently that has been done. So now I have to try and figure out some new things to do on my days off. I really would like to make this a week of unique experiences some real first time, mind blowing, life changing thoughts and followed up by inspiring actions. Instead all I could come up with is this list

1 Buy some flowers for a woman: This may seem trivial for some, but of all the things on my list this one stresses me the most. Judge me if you must, but in all of my years of living I have never used flowers as a gesture of romance. Sure I've given them to women who have given birth, done a nice thing and i wanted to say thanks things like that. And I don't have really one woman in mind so it'll will be awesome and probably out of nowhere when I slap out some flowers on her.

2 Eat a fish taco: Hey this one could be life changing. what if i actually like them? Chances are low that I will like them due to my extreme hatred for seafood. I wont taint my experience with pre- conceived hate, instead I will keep my nose un-crinkled and my gag reflex shut down.

3 Make the greatest soup possible.( Yes you may have noticed I think of food a lot) I don't detest soup like I do seafood, but it ain't that cool either. that is until i figure out and make the finest soup. those who will be lucky enough to taste my soup will say thing like "that is the finest soup."

4. I'm going to go play soccer: Like the flowers, if you don't know me you may think "that's not that different" but I will compare it to this morning on the news when I heard Karl Rove say that President Obama and Hillary Clinton did an outstanding job. For those who don't watch the news it means soccer and I have been bitter enemies for years. I'm the guy who roots for the U.S. to lose in the world cup so they'll stop wrecking Sports Center. You cant use the argument "you just don't understand the game" because I do. When I was young soccer was the poor kids sport and while I had baseball hung over my head, with my families great financial sacrifice, soccer was championed by the ole parents, because the cost was less than a night out at McDonald's. and so maybe that is where my disdain comes from, the fact that I was tricked into liking it. Enough crappy rambling about it, i just haven't played in ten years and think I should try playing one more time.

5. throw a kick-ass 400 meter run on Saturday: Yes 400 meters might be only one lap around the track, but why pay money to run three and a half miles. now my run is sounding better and better. but if that isn't enough I'm going to feed the participants ribs after. Why? Maybe to say I've hosted a fun run/walk. or maybe... just kidding that is totally why.

I'll stop there cause it's only a few days off and I'm pretty sure making the finest soup ever will take a bulk of my time. If you would like to suggest something for me to do this week, feel free to add it in the comments. (p.s.for those who thought this was going to be a political post, Suckers!

An Interview

I recently read my friend Derek Wessmans blog. In his post he did a question and answer session with recent questions people have been asking him. I liked it so much that I think I'll steal it. Except I have a problem, that no one is really asking me questions. So I have decided that I will interview myself, Skeptics may say that I'll just toss myself a bunch of softball questions, but i promise I'll bring it so hard Larry King would blush. This may seem strange to some since I tend to go out if my way not to answer questions, but I'm trying to grow so maybe this will help. Another skepticism may be that I have too much time to think out the questions and answers. that will be easily disproved when you see the bit of bizarre questions and answers below that in fact maybe not enough thought or editing was put into this.


Let's start with what you get asked the most about, what's up with your love life? Are you in fact gay?

no I am not gay.

But you like to cook, do palates, you speak of learning how to sew, and you like Ice skating, some would say you are way over sensitive as well.


It's true, like to try many things. I never claimed to be a manly man. that is just assumed when your bigger than most people you meet. I also like things equated with the brutes of the world such as boxing, basketball, baseball really any sport. Being gay is more emotions felt towards people of the same sex. I like women. I maybe just don't feel the need to prove myself to others by withholding experiences that might be thought of as womanly.

Why aren't you married?

I just haven't been in the right situation with the right person for me to get married

Are you pursuing that situation or possibly blocking that from happening?

depends on the day i guess. I would say more than not that I block

Why?

who would have I'd ask myself to hard of questions. no answer

Are you stuck up or just shy?

all the way just shy. I love speaking with people but like most people, I find it hard to approach others and just start talking. once you get me going sometimes you'll wish you hadn't. I love stories people tell and just being able to relate to people. I'm actually one of the best listeners around. just be careful because i don't forget much either.

What are you goals in life?

To be a writer is the big one. I've had a lot of health ones lately and I'm pretty close to achieving those. but the biggest one is to impact the most people I can in a positive way. To change the world.

Kind of cheesy don't you think?

yep

You're trying to write a book?

Yes

So why are you waisting time doing this instead of writing your book?

I've got to throw my three blog fans a bone every once in a while. plus I feel like writing is like everything else. you need to practise, change it up a bit. But I should be writing for my book instead, it's true.

You claimed you were working on your charisma after reading an article in Opra’s magazine.(cause that’s all man too) you also claimed you wanted your charisma to be somewhere between Bono and Jesus. How’s that going.

I’m still working on that still right now i would say i’m sitting somewhere between Esteban and Snoop Dogg.

Esteban the guy peddling guitars on the late night infomercials?


That’s the one.

Creed or Nickleback ?

Aren’t they the same band? No? Well then i’ll go with Nickleback

Kelly Clarkson or Taylor Swift?

Taylor Swift. She at least writes her own stuff

But if you write bad music or have bad music written for you, is it not still just bad music?

Well maybe for Creed or Nickleback, but the other two both have songs i can listen to. That's not an admittance that I like them.

This is getting so damn weird, are you sure you came up with these questions?

Truthfully no. I’ve been asked all of the above except for the one about Esteban. No one has ever asked me who he was, they should already know.

Speaking of weird, rumor has it that you talk to yourself when you drive. Is that true?

What nerve to ask that question. I don’t have to sit here in a self interview and answer such inflammatory lies of me speaking to myself. This interview is over!

Ray goes to Disney Land

 A few month back my family decided it was time for a trip to Disney Land. I couldn't really understand it, or for that matter get excited because, in our family there are no small children. However i do try to be a team player ( that and my aunt K.K. scored she and I some plane tickets). So I agreed. It's not that I dislike Disney Land, It just doesn't have the same appeal anymore, especially when visiting Southern California. I soon found out that there was one in the group who in fact hates Disney Land. I know this because in the hotel he said "I hate Disney Land" that man is my own dad Raymond Otis Yawn. It was then I decided my trip would be well spent photo documenting him. He showed himself an even stronger team player than myself. I never had to tell him to act natural, in fact he seemed to not notice me at all. He just went into a strange survival mode trance, searching for good spots to nap. So here you have it Ray's trip

no sooner did we get in the gate, then he tried to loose himeself from the group

the group

Pimp Mickey

very fearsome

kept yelling "i'll take two"

Dancing through New Orleans square  

Behind the scenes 

Ray not looking happy about those prices 

eating like it's 40$ gumbo, cause it is

wouldn't have minded just floating a river for vacation

Letting that Pirate ship know how he feels about them

Running from the pirate ship he just stuck his butt at

i could have told him there were no pirates on that ship but, naw

All that running wares a man out, and what makes a better pillow than a garbage can

As happy as I saw him all day 

Second happiest 

Yet another nap in a precarious position. Really it's quite a talent

child like wonderment. or maybe just checked out

I mostly just like my moms face on this one

A Poem

Here's a poem about a date I went on. And yes it is a poem

When I picked up Kallie, she had a nice hat on

We then headed off to get our Ice skate on.
I let her know in advance about how great my skills were.
Actually I sucked. the only one that sucked worse was a guy named Scott so of course we raced and compared to him I was a blur.
We did some ice dancing, it was kind of a blast.
but I can't dance even off skates, so of course I landed on my ass.
We finished our skating and drove off for dessert.
I was so bad at skating, I had to use figure skates which took some skin off my ankle which kind of hurt.
We saw a red mango, and I'd never been before so we stopped there.
I ate something called mochi mixed with every fruit except for a pear.
I told her so many stories, her patience must have been pressed
I then drove her home and said good, night now I’ll give it a rest