Luck

1994

KISN 97

On Saturday night at 10:00 they would play the top ten songs of the week. If you kept track of the songs, was caller number seven and could read back all the songs from 10 to 1 you would win a CD Three-Pack of KISN music.

I was caller number seven. I won a CD Three-Pack. My dad took me to the station to choose the CDs and take a quick tour. I was 12.

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1996

Bee 98.7

If you wrote a letter to the radio station and it was selected at random you won two front row, third base line seats to a (then) Buzz game and have you name announced between the top and the bottom of the 6th inning as some sort of Bee 98.7 Super Fan.

I wrote a letter. They selected it. I got a too big T-shirt and I took my dad to a baseball game. There were fireworks. Dad always said that they were for me. I was 14.

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2007
94.9 The Blaze

Nightly, Victor Cade does the Blaze Mystery Riff. If you know the riff and are the first caller with the correct title and artist, you win...something.

The Mystery Riff for the evening was Take a Picutre by Filter. The second I heard it I grabbed my phone and called. I was driving home and crossing the intersection of 2100 South and 700 East. I was right, gave Victor Cade some love (over the phone) and I won tickets to go see a band that I don't even know. I'm even qualified to get a guitar lesson from a guitarist in the unknown band.

I did research. See below.

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If you know:

Killswitch Engage
Dragonforce
Chimaira
He Is Legend

You can have the tickets. These guys are totally NOT my style. They are playing at the Great SaltAir on Friday. Just let me know.

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Dad says I need to win the lottery for $40 million. It's on the list of things to do.

I resolve to...

...make my gym membership work for me rather than me working for it.

When I went to visit a good friend in Colorado over the snow filled New Year we were asked what we resolve to do in the new year.

"...study more."
"...talk to my mom more often."
"...better understand God's will for me."

Okay, so that last one was probably what we all should've said.

I, like a sellout, resolved to loose the post-deployment, fast-food eating, TV watching tummy, ass and thighs that I have so lovingly had a regret for since coming home. Which brings me to the actual point of my post.

Actual point of my post:
I workout at 24-Hour Fitness. It's very close to my home and work. This morning while I was running there was a fellow member on the tread mill. She had it on super incline but instead of walking so her body was making a 90 degree angle to the ground she was holding onto the front of the machine so her body was perpendicullar to the incline. Doesn't this defeat the purpose of hill mode?

Your thoughts?

Life...for a Sabo.

Have you ever...
...wanted to run away and go to a place where no body knows you?
...wanted to seek out a friend?
...told said friend everything that was happening in your life?
...been accused of something you never did?
...had your character smothered by a dishonest person?
...given in?
...wished you were never juded harshly by the opinions of a dishonest person?
...gone on with life because you know it's not up to you how someone handles a situation?
...had a regret?
...wondered what was going to happen tomorrow?
...had to take life one day at a time?
...imagined what life would be like if you had never joined the Army?

Okay, so that last question is for me.

Why must lessons always be learned the hard way for me? Why, when I get to to a point in my life when my lips and nose are above the water, I'm handed a drinking straw and my face sinks again?

I guess life has never been easy.

My parents loved eachother enough to have three absolutely hot children. But that didn't stop my father from being abusive. That also didn't stop my mother from leaving him after more than 20 years of marriage.

The choices I've made and repented of have come back to haunt me. I know this is Lucifer's way of making sure I don't forget what I did. I need to remember that the Savior remembers my sins no more. My clothing has been made white by the atoning blood of the Lamb.

Please, why can't he leave me alone?