Talkback with Junk Infinite insights into the cavernous world of Chunk’s Garage & Life in general.

A rare interview with Presidential Candidate Sepi

2012 Candidates Impromptu Interview from Bryan W. Stewart on Vimeo.

Have you ever heard the phrase, "Comee Commee.." have you ever been told that someone could or would "crush your head before you reached the door?" No? Well I'm not going to keep this all to myself then. Oh and for those that may already know, the Sep™ sit back and relax, it's time to board the way back train.

The FBI Showed up, and it was Epic from Bryan W. Stewart on Vimeo.

One must refrain from "Making the Wrong Choice™" in some instances. I will be the first to admit that this prospect is hard to bear when you have been wronged. I often wonder what sort of story my ex has concocked and spoonfed my daughter. I am sure she has had questions. Why "I left". People that have made mistakes, and we all have, tend to try and color the picture in a way to make them "the good guy". The problem is that you cannot hide from the truth. Sure, you may think that by making up stories and bending the truth, somehow buys you another day of feeling ok about what happened, well. There does come a time when you run out of stories. A day when the truth will be known. I wonder what that day will be like? I am sure that my ex has convinced my daughter that her daddy "left her mommy, or her mommy left her daddy because he "kissed another girl"". It breaks my heart to think for a minute that my daughter would believe that. Ya see the truth is a lot different. Daddy actually tried to look away the times that mommy lied to him about things. Where the bank account went, where she was, the nights she never came home. How many affairs she had. Who what and why men called the house at all hours of the night. Why men were over the house when I was working to keep a roof over our heads. How the final straw was catching you in bed with another man. Oh I'm sure that you would like me to believe that it was somehow ok to have someone in our bed at 1:00am.

You may have left out the fact that when i kicked you out of the house, you had to go to the police three days later and claim that I hurt you. All of this because, your boyfriend's mother wouldn't let you stay there at her house. How that act almost got her Daddy put in jail. It was only a little lie, and besides, she has everything that she needs now.

You see though, I will be able to tell her, when she is old enough to handle the truth. Of course, you may think that it will be tough to prove this, you know after she has been spoonfed years of daddy-hate. Pesky thing about that trial, you didn't count on...trials are recorded and recordings are public record.

..and that $175.00(cost of court tapes) was the best investment I could have ever made. It really hurts me that someone could be that cold and calculating, but I do have advice for those Daddy's out there.

Stay strong for your kids, provide a positive Godly example, be there for your children, encourage them. Never ever speak badly of their mommy. I mean it, no matter what. Keep your cool.

Veritas!
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So there I am cleaning up the kitchen after putting food down for my two pugs, the pug I am pug sitting for, and my Great Dane, Bruce. These little weasels act like they have never eaten before, even the Dane. They jump about and inhale their food, without tasting or chewing.

On to the real story, so there I am admiring how the pug that I was sitting for was trying to eat the tile off the floor, that is when I heard it. That unmistakable sound of stomach reversal. The Dane had thrown up on the small rug in the front room and was circling the hardwood to lay down another pile. By the time the noise stopped, there were three mountains of warm, bubbling retch! <gagg> I am gagging right now thinking of it! Well I knew that i had to clean it up, the question was with what? I knew that not only would papertowels not work, but I’d feel the warmth of the pile of wretch and probably contribute a fourth pile.

I decided to try plastic bags. I knew that it wouldn’t get on me, that way. I would likely feel the warm mess and puke anyhow, but I couldn’t leave it there to cool. As you may have guessed, If you have or have had pugs, that as soon as they have eaten, inspected each others bowls, and licked the ProPlan atoms off the surrounding floor, they inspect the Dane’s bowl. They noticed that although the “bowl” was empty, there were three piles of ABC Giant Breed Formula for the taking. I thought for a moment to push them away, then I turned away and let nature take its’ course.

In the spirit of disclosure, I shall admit to recording this act. It wasn’t lots of video, but it was all I could get before having to run to the bathroom in dry heaves.

P.S.

They are efficient little buggers! :)

AFTER

GluTTon

OPEN DOORS
AND WHERE WE FIND GOD


"A brief discussion of faith and personal testimony"












I was once very broken. Every single thing in my life was falling down around me. Everything. I was in the midst of a bitter divorce and all of the turmoil that surrounds that. I was in a dead end job. As I looked upward to my future, I couldn't see through the storm clouds. I looked to my past and saw how I was brought up in a loving home. A home. From where I was, I couldn't imagine having my own home. I made to much to qualify for help and not enough to break out of paying other people's mortgages via renting. Many times I had gotton it into my head that I could break out of this cycle. I applied for better paying positions only to have doors slammed in my face. In the rare opportunity that I was given an interview I was promptly told that without a degree, I was not qualified.

So there I found myself, newly married, a young baby and no hope for a future outside of the struggle I have already known. The storm grew more fierce when the marriage fell apart. What little I had, was now taken away, for the most part. Doors were shut as promising careers ended. Although I had friends and family willing to support me, I was too consumed by my situation to notice. For several years, I was torn between emotions of clinging to the things I knew and was used to. Many reconciliations and breaks occurred during that time. This did not improve a thing for me. The only product of this clinging to the past was the creation of a rift between friends and family.

What happened next was a revelation. I turned my life over to Jesus Christ. Things did not instantly get better. I didn't expect them to. What I did do was start to change the way I lived. Day by day I learned to release the grip I had on my past and start seeking the right thing to do. I finally started to repair the connections with family. My mother, who was a strong Christian woman, taught me in all things to pray. Pray without cease. Enter into daily conversations with God. Although you may feel insignificant, God can be everywhere at once, and is more than available to chat. The journey has never been without bumps. It has never been without sadness.

Fast forward eight years. Today, I sat in my home office. Yes, I said it. My home office and re-read an email I sent to my mother and her response. The email was from two weeks before she was killed in a car accident. Even then I questioned God's plan. I was being faithful and waiting, but still was concerned that so many things were out of reach. I was being stretched thin working Full time nights and going to school full time. Often times being up for 25-26 straight hours trying to get through my final two semesters and still worried how I'd ever find a career that would allow me to to find a home with my new wife. I had recently applied to a position that I thought would bring that all into fruition. I was not given the position.

Even at that time, I still would cling to some of the past. To disappointment and let downs. From that moment on, I have totally abandoned that clinging.

Between that November 11, 2007 email and today, I have seen many doors shut. Many hopes vanish and many clouds. Through these times, I turned to God for answers and remained fully able to give over my worries, my hopes and my desires to Him.

Flash to only two years in the future, today. As I write this, I am overwhelmed with prayers of thanksgiving. Every single thing that had been taken from me, has been restored to me in abundance. The most important thing that I have gained was the ability to look back on all those storms and see the role they played.

What doors God has shut, no man can open. and What doors God has opened, no man can shut!

I leave you with this thought: Remember that even when the storms of life surround you, God is with you, He is waiting for you to ask for help.

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