Friday, September 21, 2007
Freedom !!
We went camping last weekend with a few of our friends. We only went to Huntsville but it was fare enough to get away from the noise and chaos of city living. It was great to get back to nature. We sat around the campfire, and played camp games. It was a perfect trip. I even got hurt which made the trip a success. When we returned home I made the last and final payment on my truck. I am also free from the chain of debt to Chrysler Financial. You know what they say about bad things come in three’s well I think it happens with good things also. I got to go surfing today the waves weren’t large but you couldn’t of asked for better weather or a quitter beach or cleaner waves. There was only one other surfer and nobody one the beach. This week had been a bit stress full but after surfing and thinking about our camping trip the world seemed to be back in place once again. There is a piece in all of use that is missing or goes missing after a certain period of time that needs to be found or renewed. The only thing is now that the good has come and gone does that mean all that is left is the bad. Here is a thought for the day. “They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters: these see the works of the Lord, and His wonders of the deep. For he commandeth and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. ~ Psalm 107:23-26
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Surfing
I might come across as obsessed with surfing but if anyone wants to get me a birthday present (since it is on Oct. 12Th). I just added a link to my amazon wish list. (Hint: there are a LOT of surfing books) You have been warned.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Camping
Camping, next weekend we get to go camping. I'm so excited I get to sit around a camp fire and hang out with all my friends and my dear Wife. Camping is one of my favorite thing to do. its so peace full and quite. Plus this could be the last free weekend for a little while. It looks like I will be getting busy with work. Just to let everyone know I will be getting my truck back this weekend so Marla wont have to carpool or kick me out of the car anymore. Hope fully it will last me at least a year or so so we can save for a new car for me. thanks for your constant vigilance as i tried not to get kicked out of the car. If this happens again i will let you know to watch for me then also.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Transmission Problems
On Monday night the transmission in my truck decided to go out. The auto shop say I need a new one or at least a new rebuilt transmission. This however will not be a cheap fix. So if you see me on the side of the road with my thumb up please pull over and give me a ride. This means Marla got tiered of wakeing up early and geting home late and kicked me out of the car. Thanks ahead of time for picking me up.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Busy Sorry
Sorry it has been so long since I last posted. not much has gone on that Marla has not written about. Surfing was not good Friday. So when I got home I cut wood for the windows just in case Dean came towards us. I sure am glade it did not I need surf not water in the house. I hope you all had a good weekend and didn't have to much of a worry with the Dean stuff.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Article from the Galveston Daily News
Surfer cannot get enough of the waves
By Princess McDowell
The Daily News
Published August 5, 2007
GALVESTON — Brian Jarvis didn’t want to go to Hawaii. He wanted to stay in Maine, snowboard and become what he calls a “Maine-i-ac.” He pouted all the way to the island’s sandy beaches and palm trees.
A few years later, Jarvis couldn’t be dragged from the water. When he graduated from high school, his decision was easy.
“My parents wanted me to go to college. I went to Hawaii instead,” he said.
His business, C-Sick Surfin’, offers personalized lessons on Galveston Island after he learned to surf in 1962. He teaches ocean safety, parts of the board, paddling skills and how to identify waves.
But, along with the lessons, Jarvis tells little stories. He talks about surfing in the Carolinas when the area was underdeveloped and there were no places to park on the beach. He reminisces about surfing in water as blue as his own eyes. He’ll offer his philosophy on women and waves.
“If you have to choose between women and the waves, choose the waves because there might not be any good waves tomorrow and the woman will probably be there tomorrow,” he said.
He chose waves a long time ago.
As soon as he witnessed someone surf, he knew he was hooked. He still remembers the first board he bought, for $57.
Jarvis rode his first wave at 15, a 15-foot-wave that he said he wouldn’t have tried if he had the chance again.
“My friends were there and, you know, you have to do it if your buddies are around,” he said.
“If I was alone, I wouldn’t have done it; no way.”
He taught himself how to surf through a trial-and-error process and soon started showing a few friends the ropes.
He got into teaching after someone asked him how he did a few of his moves.
“As soon as I figured out you could make money off it, I saw dollar signs, like chi-ching,” he said.
Outside of surfing, Jarvis worked as a merchant seaman and would earn $5,000 a month working on the ships, then take a few months off to surf and spend the money. Once he ran out, he would find another boat to work on.
He traveled to places such as South Africa and Singapore, sometimes sending back trinkets for his friends.
“I found them little figurines from a vendor,” he said. “I thought I was getting them for cheap, you know. I sent them back to a few friends. When I got back my friends were all mad at me. Apparently, bugs were in them. I guess that vendor got the best of me.”
He finally decided to slow down his life after one long day, Christmas Eve, 1995. For him, it was literally a long day — more than 37 hours.
On a trip home from Singapore, he traveled across several time zones, including the international dateline.
“That was the wake-up call for me,” he said. “It was like God was trying to tell me something. Like, look at this, this is ridiculous.”
Jarvis started inquiring about buying a house. He had searched all along the east and west coasts, but all the houses were $100,000 or more. When he came to Galveston, he found a nice house for just $40,000. He also found his future wife, Karen.
He said it isn’t bad to stay on the island, as long as you have everything you need here and don’t have to leave to go to work.
He said surfing is for those who are truly dedicated and he is the prime example.
“I’ve lost jobs, I’ve had women break up with me, I’ve had family leave me, all because they couldn’t get me out of the water,” he said.
By Princess McDowell
The Daily News
Published August 5, 2007
GALVESTON — Brian Jarvis didn’t want to go to Hawaii. He wanted to stay in Maine, snowboard and become what he calls a “Maine-i-ac.” He pouted all the way to the island’s sandy beaches and palm trees.
A few years later, Jarvis couldn’t be dragged from the water. When he graduated from high school, his decision was easy.
“My parents wanted me to go to college. I went to Hawaii instead,” he said.
His business, C-Sick Surfin’, offers personalized lessons on Galveston Island after he learned to surf in 1962. He teaches ocean safety, parts of the board, paddling skills and how to identify waves.
But, along with the lessons, Jarvis tells little stories. He talks about surfing in the Carolinas when the area was underdeveloped and there were no places to park on the beach. He reminisces about surfing in water as blue as his own eyes. He’ll offer his philosophy on women and waves.
“If you have to choose between women and the waves, choose the waves because there might not be any good waves tomorrow and the woman will probably be there tomorrow,” he said.
He chose waves a long time ago.
As soon as he witnessed someone surf, he knew he was hooked. He still remembers the first board he bought, for $57.
Jarvis rode his first wave at 15, a 15-foot-wave that he said he wouldn’t have tried if he had the chance again.
“My friends were there and, you know, you have to do it if your buddies are around,” he said.
“If I was alone, I wouldn’t have done it; no way.”
He taught himself how to surf through a trial-and-error process and soon started showing a few friends the ropes.
He got into teaching after someone asked him how he did a few of his moves.
“As soon as I figured out you could make money off it, I saw dollar signs, like chi-ching,” he said.
Outside of surfing, Jarvis worked as a merchant seaman and would earn $5,000 a month working on the ships, then take a few months off to surf and spend the money. Once he ran out, he would find another boat to work on.
He traveled to places such as South Africa and Singapore, sometimes sending back trinkets for his friends.
“I found them little figurines from a vendor,” he said. “I thought I was getting them for cheap, you know. I sent them back to a few friends. When I got back my friends were all mad at me. Apparently, bugs were in them. I guess that vendor got the best of me.”
He finally decided to slow down his life after one long day, Christmas Eve, 1995. For him, it was literally a long day — more than 37 hours.
On a trip home from Singapore, he traveled across several time zones, including the international dateline.
“That was the wake-up call for me,” he said. “It was like God was trying to tell me something. Like, look at this, this is ridiculous.”
Jarvis started inquiring about buying a house. He had searched all along the east and west coasts, but all the houses were $100,000 or more. When he came to Galveston, he found a nice house for just $40,000. He also found his future wife, Karen.
He said it isn’t bad to stay on the island, as long as you have everything you need here and don’t have to leave to go to work.
He said surfing is for those who are truly dedicated and he is the prime example.
“I’ve lost jobs, I’ve had women break up with me, I’ve had family leave me, all because they couldn’t get me out of the water,” he said.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Lazy Days
Yesterday Marla and I spent the day doing absolutely nothing. Here is the thing, while doing absolutely nothing I had time to think. For those of you who know me when I think bad things tend to happen. (ha!) I have been trying to think of something thought-provoking to write next. I was at a loss yesterday but today my Sunday class teacher brought up a thought that was very interesting. He asked what we thought our lives would be like in 2040. So let’s see in 33 years I will be 58 years old and close to retirement hopefully. I hope that I will have made a difference in somebody’s life by then. Ill probably have grandchildren “Maybe you gotta have kids first”. Now let’s get deep.
How many times will I have the opportunity to share the word of Christ? I’m not a particularly savvy speaker or writer. Talking to some body about God and theology is not one of my strong suits. But I hope that in some way or other I can be Christ like to some body or in some body’s life. More importantly will I have been a good Christian father for my children? I hope that I can share more than my passion for the outdoors with my kids. But that I can show them God's hand at work in the lives of His creation. Will I have connected to my kids in a way that when they are on their own they can still have a relationship with their true father? Maybe these are thoughts that go through every father or future fathers mind. To those of you who already have kids or are soon to have kids I hope and pray that you are able to fulfill this great charge God as set before you. Remember this as you walk through life’s journey and I hope this will give you strength and peace of mind, as it is my favorite passage “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its self. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~ Mt. 6:34”
How many times will I have the opportunity to share the word of Christ? I’m not a particularly savvy speaker or writer. Talking to some body about God and theology is not one of my strong suits. But I hope that in some way or other I can be Christ like to some body or in some body’s life. More importantly will I have been a good Christian father for my children? I hope that I can share more than my passion for the outdoors with my kids. But that I can show them God's hand at work in the lives of His creation. Will I have connected to my kids in a way that when they are on their own they can still have a relationship with their true father? Maybe these are thoughts that go through every father or future fathers mind. To those of you who already have kids or are soon to have kids I hope and pray that you are able to fulfill this great charge God as set before you. Remember this as you walk through life’s journey and I hope this will give you strength and peace of mind, as it is my favorite passage “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its self. Each day has enough trouble of its own. ~ Mt. 6:34”
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