Where's the mess in your life?

Life is messy...anyone with a child or dog certainly knows that, and no matter what we do to try to control it, the laws of nature always take over with a snicker.

Tiger Woods has been snickered at on a grand scale lately.

We have watched his career and life in a collective awe. His mastery of the game and his seemingly perfect life. Major endorsements hundreds of millions of dollars, a model wife, two healthy children...so where's the mess?

Well now, there are at least twelve main messes in different cites scattered through the country and possibly more in the world. The messes in Tiger's life are his women, and apparently, vicodin.

At first when the story broke that Tiger had been in a car accident in the wee hours of the morning right outside of his home... and a golf club was somehow involved, the mess reared it's ugly head. Tiger and his "people" tried to control and contain it. But you can't do that anymore today. Cell phones and cameras everywhere, digital trails of your life everywhere and money...oh money can make the dumb talk ,talk ,and talk.

The irony that this all started on Thanksgiving evening was not lost on those of us who may be struggling with losses of some kind, whether it be loved ones or financial or perhaps, faith. We look at Tiger and his great abundant life and think "What more did he want...geez, he had it all"...including big uncontrollable messes.

We viewed Tiger as early as 2 years old on the Mike Douglas show with his father, showing the country his wunderkid golf skills. His life would become a series of disciplines ever since. His father used to shake a can full of rocks near Tiger's head as he would swing at the golf ball to teach him to stay focused, and not get distracted from the game...control, don't let it get messy.
Tiger had a ritual of what he would wear during tournaments, he would have his clothes chosen and laid out according to color for each day of the competition...control, don't let it get messy.

Had his affairs been about one mistress and perhaps some love involved, we all would have understood what it means to be a fool...but once it was revealed to be multiple trysts, it became about him and how he can control everything in his life except why he can't be a good husband and father.

As he will learn, you can't control another person...nature...a toddler or a head strong boxer dog or...the mess you have created...until you are willing to admit you have created a mess.

Having said that, my closet is a mess...I created it...no more shoes or purses for me. There I am cured ;)

Of course now the only way for Tiger to turn this around is to head to a sex addiction clinic (hahahahaha) and hide for 28 days..then come out swinging.

He needs to realize the turmoil this has created for his family, not him or his image, his FAMILY...and the two little children that God has intrusted to him need him to man up and be a father or get out of their lives...He has basically forfeited his father role by humiliating the mother and spending millions of their college/inheritance to impress and now suppress the lowlife sluts he has created this mess with.

His career will recover, of course, but never back to the level it was. The worst part , however, is that his family will never recover, it's out of his control.

The mess has won.

.... And when you are at the end of your days ( yet another time you have no control over), facing down the messes in your life, it won't be your career sitting next to you in hospice, or the nursing home, or the hospital bed...it will be your children...or not.

Song choice and American Idol Strategy

When I was a teenager in the 70's living in the little town of Johnstown, when a national rock band came to town, it was a big deal.
We were pretty much land locked and isolated by mountains... so needless to say, football and ice hockey were biggies.
Everynow and then we were treated to a big rock concert... it was always at the War Memorial ( the ice rink) and it was a big event.

I saw Jethro Tull there , and Ten Years After and learned that every concert has a guy on crutches ripping through the audience mid- vomit... It's usually an injured high school football player whose older brother bought him a quart of Pabst.

One year , the Guess Who came to town and I couldn't wait to see them... The song "These Eyes" was such a great tune and I loved Burton Cummings voice.. After I wrangled permission to go to the concert I spent a week deciding what to wear and who to go with and omigod who NOT to go with... I'm sure I bought some Bonnie Bell lip gloss for the occassion.
The lights cane up on stage and the band started this mad groove and Burton Cummings in his perfect dark curly rock hair started belting out a song called "American Woman"... Oh hey it's a tribute to us, my teenage mind thought... "get away from me " ooh that sounds kinda mean "American Women". Yes? "momma let me be -hee". ... Hey wait a minute...

As Burton was singing this and the Guess Who was rocking out, he lifted both his hands up and gave us all the finger.... The double handed finger... Reserved for the most deliberate of bird flipping known to man... Or as it was, American Women.

I walked out of the War Memorial and headed straight to the inclined plane to take me back up the hill to Westmont. It was a silent ride, me in my new Levis and leather vest and peace symbol earrings I bought just for the concert. My Frye boots felt heavy on my feet as I stood on the platform heading home. I couldn't believe a band came to my town and gave me the finger while singing an insult... Damn Canadians.

Which brings me to American Idol... You never thought I would get there did you.

This week was the first eliminations of the lucky 24 chosen as finalists... And the one male rocker in the whole bunch , I think his name was Tyler... Stands up to the mike to sing "American Woman" .

He shouldve fainted or fell ,or faked swine flu, he never should have song that song.

Why ? Because American Idol is ruled by the American Girl... About age 14 ... and she likes cute boys who sing love songs... Even if they are gay.. They want a cute guy who sings a song that speaks to them,
NOT "American Woman get away from me"... Let me be 14 for a second here and say "Duh" .

The AMerican Idol band did a hatchet job of playing the song and Tyler seemed off as he sang... Almost as if he was regretting his song choice already and should have listened to the voice of reason who may have suggested this was a bad song choice ... Not just for the fact that the majority of 14 yearolds have never heard of the Guess Who , but it's not a terms of endearment kinda song.

So yes, he was kicked off the idol island the next night... and some other less talented guys went on to sing another day all because of a bad song choice....and I can only hope if Burton Cummings is still alive, he was able to watch his song be murdered on American Idol and the subsequent smack down by the American girl population ... because it made the teenager in me smile at the perfect full circle.