tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75903217846620522722024-03-14T06:42:24.554-07:00The Way of the BrazaThe Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-89260169188918020372012-12-22T16:54:00.002-08:002012-12-22T16:54:28.273-08:00Missing in Action<div style="text-align: justify;">
Almost 2 years since I posted anything up. That's way too long. But, life's gotten in the way a little. </div>
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I can pretty much sum up healthcare in America in one sentence:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The way that healthcare is provided in America sucks! </span>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-66579583036004775272011-03-26T10:45:00.000-07:002011-03-26T11:54:45.916-07:00Back in the mix<div style="text-align: justify;">I've said it many times on previous blog post that I would be much better about updating this blog, but something always comes up. Eh, why try to lie, I'm lazy as hell. Well, actually, I was lazy as hell. I've been feeling a lot more energy lately and have been getting things done.<br /><br />Okay, let's talk about exercising. Back in my 20's, I got in shape for superficial reasons, look good for the ladies, and all that. My 30's brought on various health issues like gout, high BP, mysterious aches and pains. So, now I exercise mainly for health and longevity reasons. A few months ago, I screwed up my back doing some <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" c_dq_nczj8m="">burpees</a></span>. Instead of going to the doctor, I went to an <a href="http://www.teatreeacu.com/">acupuncturist</a> who fixed my back in one session. I then let her know about all of my other health issues.<br /><br />From there, she introduced me to a whole new world of possibilities. See, most people accept that as we get older we deteriorate. She showed me that I don't have to accept that. I've replaced bench pressing, squatting, and various gym exercises with Qi Gong and Tai Chi type exercises like the basic Tai Chi walk:<br /><center><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IXp4mEl3TEs" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /></center><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">This exercise alone done for at least 15 minutes will help lower cholesterol and blood pressure and if done often enough, will keep the lower body strong throughout the rest of your life. I see people in their 80's who do Tai Chi, walking with as much pep and balance as most 20 year-olds. Most, people in their 80's wobble around when they walk and that's if they aren't using a cane or a walker or even a wheel chair. <br /><br />For the most part, I feel 100% better than I did 3 months ago. As simple as these exercises appear, I can assure you that you really get a good work out. You won't look like a body builder or a supermodel, but you'll feel much better and have more energy. Now, I didn't intend for this blog post to be some sort of sales pitch about the wonders of Tai Chi and Qi Gong. But, I will vouch for it. The one thing I learned - laziness is an effect of poor health, not the cause. That's right!<br /><br /><br /></div></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-22822567256367031652010-09-03T14:17:00.000-07:002010-09-03T14:52:49.306-07:00My Favorite Action Movie<div style="text-align: justify;">I saw the movie, the Expendables a few weeks back. And, although I did enjoy it, I just can't help compare all action movies to Predator. I liked it because it never promised any kind of sophisticated plot or any of those unnecessary things that a lot of these Academy Award snobs require in their films. The characters didn't have resolve any character flaws or learn some valuable life lesson. It was a movie about killing or else you get killed. It was pure non-stop action. <br /><br />My favorite scene in the movie was the jungle shoot out scene:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PR37Z5DzsTg?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PR37Z5DzsTg?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I mean, I laugh every time I watch this scene. I watched the movie at the theater 3 times in the opening week just for this scene. The clip ended early, but after the guys empty their guns, they pan to a view of the jungle and it's completely gone. They destroyed about a few acres of jungle just with their guns. And the funny thing about it was that it seemed like the only reason they stopped was because they ran out of ammo. <br /><br />The more that I think about the scene, I start to wonder a few things. For instance, when the first guy, Mac, starts shooting into the jungle and the other guys join him, did they know what they were shooting at? I mean, there was no way that they could have known since the Predator was still cloaked. So, the other guys just wanted to shoot guns. The other thing I wonder is why did they all come together to shoot? Isn't that a little dangerous to be all together. They were close enough to each other that a grenade would have killed all of them, end of movie. Of course, I didn't think of all of these questions until about the 20th time I saw this scene because it's such a fun scene. <br /><br />Look, I make no apologies for liking this movie, but I know I'm not alone. <br /><br /><br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-83961597512622271642010-08-10T23:46:00.000-07:002010-08-11T08:53:44.866-07:00Back on the Scene<div style="text-align: justify;">Yikes! Y'all need to remind me not to spend so much time away from here. But, I'm back on the scene and ready to express myself to all of you again. Just to let you all know, I didn't make it on to Last Comic Standing. I did get an opportunity to audition, but alas, the judges decided to pass. No biggie. Time to move on. I would like to congratulate Felipe Esparza for winning the latest season of Last Comic Standing. I've had the opportunity to perform with him in the same shows early in my career. He was always very encouraging and I wish him nothing but the best.<br /><br />Today, I want to talk to y'all about the movie, "Fight Club". This movie has had a significant influence on my life and the way that I view the world. In the movie, Brad Pitt's character says - <span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything. It hit me pretty hard when he said that. See, I never realized how much of a burden that owning houses, nice cars, and HD TV's can be. </span>Most people spend their lives working jobs they hate in order to acquire those things. And, when they finally get them, they lack joy and fulfillment in their lives. It's like all that effort was for nothing.<br /><br />But, ever since that movie came out, I've wanted to live a simple life. I took a step in that direction the past few days, by getting rid of a lot of "junk" that I've accumulated over the years. I got rid of a lot of books that I barely read, CD's that I already loaded into my ITunes, a bunch of different scraps of paper and junk mail. I got rid of a lot of notebooks of jokes that I stopped telling many years ago. I got rid of a lot of clothes that I no longer wear or no longer fit me. The goal is to eventually get it to where I can fit all of my possessions into my car. Then, eventually, get it down to what I can fit inside a backpack. <span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">People think I'm crazy. </span><span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;">But, what people fail to realize is that at any point, all of your stuff can be taken away from you. A fire, hurricane, earthquake can easily do the trick. Then, there's thieves and the government. Sometimes these two things are one in the same. And then, you're left with nothing anyways. So, what's the point?<br /><br />Don't get me wrong. There are some nice things about sleeping on a comfortable bed, inside a place that has heating and air conditioning. But, there's a great big world out there waiting to be discovered. There's a lot of beautiful people out there to meet and spend time with. I understand that you can have lots of possessions as well as travel. But there's only so much time. Time I'm spending working and acquiring possessions is time taken away from doing the things that bring me joy and fulfillment. And, it's the simple things bring me joy: a warm smile from a stranger, genuine laughter from an audience, good conversation while overlooking great scenery. <br /><br />Basically, I desire to live as a nomad. I mean, I could have skipped the last few paragraphs and just said I wanna be a nomad. But, I did feel like I had to explain myself a little bit. So, the Way of the Braza is starting to become the Way of the Nomad. Where will I go? I dunno quite yet. I'll let my heart lead the way. <br /><br /><br /></span></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-1517490763677356332010-03-07T07:41:00.000-08:002010-03-07T07:48:31.073-08:00Last Comic Standing<div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, I auditioned for Last Comic Standing. And to make a long story short, I did no move on. What was weird about the whole thing was that none of the judges gave me an actual reason why they were saying no to me. They summed it up as "it's a no, but it's not a mean no". Eh, no big deal. As much as I would have liked to have been on the show, I'm happy that I gave it a go. Joe Braza is off to bigger and better things. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-19437066284402356372010-01-07T12:07:00.000-08:002010-01-08T09:26:06.413-08:00Bam Bam<div style="text-align: justify;">I've always loved this song by Chaka Demus and the Pliers titled Bam Bam: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz-G25XMXr4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz-G25XMXr4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Whenever I'd hear it, I would feel like - yeah, ahhhhhhhhh.... <br /><br />Well just recently, I learned that Chaka Demus & the Pliers were not the original artists of this song. That honor goes to Toots and the Maytals. Here's there version: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGxXmnmmSw8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MGxXmnmmSw8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Now with most songs that have been remade, people usually have a version that they like more. And I would probably have to say that I like the Maytals' version just slightly more. I dunno if that has to do with it being newer to me. But, their version has such a easy, relaxing vibe to it while Chaka's version has a fun, energetic vibe. I guess I'm just feeling really chill as I write this. <br /><br />The point of this blog entry: I like this song and wanted you all to know it. YES! <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-65504216636965162722010-01-04T18:27:00.001-08:002010-01-04T18:57:10.506-08:00If you like piña colada........<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwcMHMamslsN0Zcd5WdIcwp7J10ccvKzHj9wR0ngE5qjmR-VYqZtlBmJV8KljDPzTEzImM77LsEg24X9V4pWwOHPlBQVG5i0G1FlWnaCP8-ZENzE05Ou041W3GEzBnZv_kU5RReA35yK3/s1600-h/pina_colada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwcMHMamslsN0Zcd5WdIcwp7J10ccvKzHj9wR0ngE5qjmR-VYqZtlBmJV8KljDPzTEzImM77LsEg24X9V4pWwOHPlBQVG5i0G1FlWnaCP8-ZENzE05Ou041W3GEzBnZv_kU5RReA35yK3/s320/pina_colada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423084039826875874" border="0" /></a>Hello my brothers and sisters. I feel excited to be back in the mix for 2010. So, I picked up a good friend of mine from the train station and we get to talking about random things. He mentioned how if he had done certain things differently in his life that he'd be sitting on a Caribbean beach right now, sipping on a piña colada. And, two things dawned on me at that point. Number one: As somewhat well-traveled as I claim to be, I have never been in the Caribbean, not one island, cruise, not even Cancun. Heck, I've never even seen the Gulf of Mexico. Number two: Although a piña colada's considered a "girlie" drink, I believe that it isn't. It's at the very least, the least "girlie" of the "girlie" drinks. Bottom line, Joe Braza is still a man even if he wants to drink a piña colada right now.<br /></div><div style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"><br />Now, I'm not much for New Year's Resolutions. I believe that if you wanna make a resolution, you don't have to wait until the next year to start. You can start anytime. You can make it a March 15th resolution or a November 27th resolution. But, having said that, I do believe that if I'm going to continue to claim to be somewhat well-travelled, I should spend some time in the Caribbean region. So, by the end of this year, I, Joe Braza will have gone and traveled to the Caribbean region. I was thinking of the Dominican Republic or Jamaica and maybe even Aruba. I would love to go to Cuba, but there's this thing with the embargo that screws up that idea. I do want to spend a good amount of time in the island of choice. For instance, I don't want to go island-hopping, spending 2 or 3 days on a bunch of different islands. No, I wanna really get to know a place. So, I'm gonna spend some time researching and making a decision. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. But, until that trip, I'm gonna go down to 7-11 and get a piña colada slurpee. That should hit the spot<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-52499368974136470512009-10-21T08:16:00.000-07:002009-10-21T08:51:27.918-07:00Love Thoughts Renewed<div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday, I renewed my promise to have only loving and nurturing thoughts. And, of course, I enjoyed a wonderful day. So today, I will continue to focus on this simple task. I thought about it more when I got up this morning. I understand that many people find it easy to hold grudges and to let their reactions control their emotions. I used to fall into this trap myself. I would let an event, like an inconsiderate driver cutting me off dictate how I felt for the day. Then, when I got to my destination I would feel impatient and even angry. And then, I could tell that people would sense that in me, and they would feel uneasy, and angry themselves. They would, in turn, transfer that to someone else later that day. A big chain reaction eventually engulfs several people all because I refused to let things go. <br /><br />I could have just paid no mind to the person cutting me off. I didn't know the intentions of that person. That person probably didn't even realize that he cut me off. And I let it affect me. Then, it eventually negatively affected hundreds of people, maybe even thousands. Instead of just me having a bad day, thousands of people have a bad day. So, in a way, to make this world a better place, we must learn to let things go. <br /><br />And what it comes down to, reacting to things and situations in a negative way involves people adopting a victim mentality. We feel victimized because we feel a lack of control over the situation. We give in to our emotions because in our minds we don't feel we deserved whatever negative situation came about. We must never lose control. The truth - you can chose exactly how you want to feel about any situation. You demand this of yourself. You demand that you will be happy by any means necessary. You demand that you will only have loving and nurturing thoughts. This can work as a chain reaction in the same way that anger can infect a group of people. And that simple action and promise makes the world a better place. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-52484165800661309522009-10-20T07:29:00.000-07:002009-10-20T08:30:31.271-07:00The Way of the Braza - Love<div style="text-align: justify;">One of the coolest things I continue to experience involves my sister whispering to her son (my nephew) that the secret to life is to love. And whenever I see and hear her do that, I reaffirm that belief to myself. I remember the happiest times in my life involved the times spent around people who I love: friends, family. I also experience happiness around people who vibrate in the Love realm. I don't have to know them to feel the love. I feel the love as I process the energy that they send out. <br /><br />A lot of people don't believe or understand that our thoughts affect others and the environment. And, they really do. You don't have to say a word to someone for them to know when you're feeling sad or excited or lonely. When you hate someone with a passion, they know it. So, you shouldn't get surprised when that person that you really hate doesn't give you that raise or doesn't help you with a favor. On the flip side, people also know when you love them. They go out of their way for you. They smile when you appear in their sight. As you get older, you learn to sense other, more subtle emotions and feelings like sincerity, sarcasm, annoyed, relief, etc. <br /><br />I knew this before and I keep having to remind myself of this. So today, I begin once again, to have only loving and nurturing thoughts. And this doesn't only extend to just other people. This extends to places and inanimate objects. For example, I will have loving thoughts about Bakersfield. I used to hate Bakersfield, but now I love it. I will have loving thoughts about my computer, my tax return, my socks that easily get holes in them. I will also extend this lovefest to situations and scenarios like I will have loving thoughts about having just one follower on this blog. You're a cool person whoever you are, follower. May you live a prosperous and long life. Yeah, you know what? I love you all. YEAH! <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-39059575704259460592009-10-14T01:08:00.000-07:002009-10-14T01:17:38.777-07:00Joe Braza - The Comedian<div style="text-align: justify;">People ask me all the time what do I talk about in my comedy. And, I really can't narrow it down to one thing. I'm pretty much all over the map. The only thing that's constant is that when you leave the show, you know my name. If you don't know what I mean, take a look at this recent show that I did in late September:<br /></div><br /><center><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0Xrk4wN6T4&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o0Xrk4wN6T4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></center><br /><br />I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed performing it. Had a really fun time. I'll be sure to post more of my comedy up in future entries.The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-89853953237357694992009-10-08T19:53:00.000-07:002009-10-09T09:18:07.977-07:00Space Exploration<div style="text-align: justify;">There's been an uproar about how NASA spent $79 million to collide a probe into the moon in search for water. You hear the arguments and beliefs about how spending money on Space Exploration is wasteful, that the money should be spent on other areas. But, people fail to realize that space exploration has provided huge benefits to mankind, more than anything that has come before. You can find just a fraction of the valuable products that have been developed by space exploration <a href="http://www.spacecoalition.com/products.cfm">here</a>. And, just think about how different our world would be without satellite imaging or satellites period. Basically, I'd still be posting these blogs up using a dial-up modem. I would still be buying porn instead of getting it for free.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSX-3SXB47sTFfdmBvCF89AGEyqx7hIziEj09_InrU1TbRJOzKALgzFtbi3v6BtBRVrRvVQQUGIrX8FZ7F6KEvhxajuQqqnPS94SU76eEZlkGqPK9iTHIUVWcQq7gcYRAZxEYK6gMqXxq/s1600-h/moon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqSX-3SXB47sTFfdmBvCF89AGEyqx7hIziEj09_InrU1TbRJOzKALgzFtbi3v6BtBRVrRvVQQUGIrX8FZ7F6KEvhxajuQqqnPS94SU76eEZlkGqPK9iTHIUVWcQq7gcYRAZxEYK6gMqXxq/s320/moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390634770040500514" border="0" /></a><br />Don't get me wrong. We can spend money in other worthy areas to improve our society and our civilization., our planet. But, spending money on space exploration gives back a very high return on investment. People talk about high gas prices and the need for alternative energy sources. Well, I believe space will provide us with answers and other possibilities for better and more environmentally-friendly energy sources. In fact, at some point, the oil will run out and we won't have any choice but to find another energy source. Maybe, we already reached that point.<br /><br />Regardless of all the benefits and logical reasons for exploring space, I personally just get excited about it. I get excited about the possibility of mankind living on the moon and on other planets. And as we try to figure out how to do that, we will gain more knowledge and create and invent more products that will improve our existence. Maybe if we focus more on exploring space, we could focus less on wars and our differences. We can come together in peace and understanding. That's why I don't mind NASA spending $79 million to find out if there's water on the moon. Hey, maybe the moon can be the solution to our clean water issues on Earth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU8fJAaGwmH4hpXnHGH8qBd87TJNveYsSncmCaKsQ1AB3xuAxUp4sLelFNoKNApvvMDgVAKUGkrEpLCE6CXxsHsWt4ZAqn65gP-G_XWpDor9QreY7JbUrlli6aprv8t1xzFtiXlffeq7V/s1600-h/Earth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTU8fJAaGwmH4hpXnHGH8qBd87TJNveYsSncmCaKsQ1AB3xuAxUp4sLelFNoKNApvvMDgVAKUGkrEpLCE6CXxsHsWt4ZAqn65gP-G_XWpDor9QreY7JbUrlli6aprv8t1xzFtiXlffeq7V/s320/Earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390634228471053986" border="0" /></a><br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-90300822421862011302009-10-07T08:38:00.000-07:002009-10-07T08:49:22.362-07:00Fro Update<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c9HUXVz5Ytx2so91JLyFVtHkdyduhwW2fxQ2bDepjTyQCd5UDZSkpALR6F5XS62qR9bqYvaeZ5p5aDW-5CuZ7vw3FTYX9CmnIkSXq4KbqcvXq2uuYoN47RA9p_j3tc6QGMt_rkqZSXjU/s1600-h/63%25+Full+Fro.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_c9HUXVz5Ytx2so91JLyFVtHkdyduhwW2fxQ2bDepjTyQCd5UDZSkpALR6F5XS62qR9bqYvaeZ5p5aDW-5CuZ7vw3FTYX9CmnIkSXq4KbqcvXq2uuYoN47RA9p_j3tc6QGMt_rkqZSXjU/s320/63%25+Full+Fro.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389883301162642770" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, we have a guy who's very happy and upbeat about life. The Fro is really starting to take shape. People that knew me when I was completely shaved don't recognize me or do double takes when they see me. I want to reassure you all that, although I now have The Fro, I'm still the same lovable, huggable guy that you all knew or will soon really know. I like sports. I like watching sunsets and taking long walks on the beach because chicks wear bikinis on the beach. And I like to scratch my nuts when it itches. <br /><br />But, yeah, we are currently at 63% of Full Fro Realization. I'm 2/3rds of the way there. I'm planning on having some kind of party or celebration when we reach 100%. Probably gonna have it at Dairy Queen. Whos with me? <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-52640622565478586452009-10-04T09:41:00.000-07:002009-10-04T11:20:16.728-07:00The Art of Negotiation<div style="text-align: justify;">I went to Rome back in September 2006 for a good friend's wedding. And whenever I travel, I tend to pack very light. Any experienced traveler knows that the more stuff you bring, the more stuff you gotta carry. So, knowing that I wanted to spend about a month total in Europe, I decided not to bring a suit and just buy a nice shirt at one of the shops there. I didn't plan on wearing a jacket as it was pretty hot there.<br /><br />The day before the wedding, I went out and looked for a place to buy the shirt. And, if you know anything about Italians, they take their fashion seriously. Went inside one place and as I walked in, I felt a condescending feeling from the workers there. Apparently, I should have dressed up better before I went into their store. I would think that they would want a guy like me, who in their mind, needs their store. But, I looked around and I saw something that convinced me that I really didn't belong there. They had a clearance section where the cheapest item was a t-shirt that cost 80 euros. After doing a quick Euro to Dollar conversion, that t-shirt would have cost $100. For a t-shirt! I didn't even bother to look at anything else. And, as I walked out of the store, I chuckled to myself at the 50 euro "designer" solid black socks. What the hell??<br /><br />Walked around more and found more stores that weren't as pricey as the first store, but still way above what I wanted to spend. I thought, maybe I should go shopping in the "bad" part of Rome, which coincidentally wasn't too far from my hotel room. Yup! Finally found a small shop owned by a short, rounded Italian woman with a warm and friendly, welcoming vibe. Conversed with her using all the phrases I learned from the Italian phrasebook. She picked out a few shirts in my size. Tried them on and settled on this Ivory colored one. The price was 35 Euros. I only had 25 euros on me. So I asked her if she accepted credit cards. She said no. I suspected that she actually did accept credit cards, but didn't want to do a bunch of paperwork. Then I told her that I had to go to the ATM. She then asked me how much cash I had. I shrugged my shoulders and pulled the 25 euros from my pocket. She smiled as she grabbed the 25 euros from my hand and gave me the shirt wrapped in a nice box. Grazie!<br /><br />I thought, Cool, as I walked away, purely satisfied with the deal I got. About a block from the store, I suddenly realized that if I would have just pulled out the 20 euro bill, and left the 5 euro bill in my pocket, she probably would have accepted that. Dammit! I turn to look back at the store to witness her locking it up and shutting down for the day. She walks toward my direction, still with the big smile on her face. And as she passes by me, she reaches out and squeezes my arm. 2 things I learned that day: everything's negotiable and never let 'em know how much money you have or are willing to spend.<br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-48163516649684198182009-10-03T06:54:00.000-07:002009-10-03T08:39:29.868-07:00Ganja Gratitude<div style="text-align: justify;">I had a strange day yesterday. To summarize it real quick, I got offered weed by 3 different people on 3 different occasions. Now, this would be great if I smoked weed. But, I don't. I know that some people who have read my blogs think I do. But, I really don't. Weed doesn't do anything for me. I'm already a chill guy. And I do a lot of meditation, so I already experience different types and levels of consciousness. I have done weed in the past and the only thing it did was make me feel lethargic for a week and make my vocal chords burn. So, I politely declined all 3 offers.<br /><br />I do feel grateful for the offers, though. In fact, I feel happy whenever I get offered anything because it means that people still like me. And, I like being liked. Being liked is definitely better than not being liked. I remember back in grade school when I told this girl that I liked her. She laughed at me. That would have been a good time to have weed. It would have helped me cope. But, it's cool because I had Super Mario Bros. to get me through.<br /><br />I do try to find the reason why I got offered weed on 3 separate occasions. Like, I'm trying to figure out what the Universe is trying to tell me. I do this a lot, because, I don't believe that there's such a thing as a completely random event. Everything happens for a reason. For example, that girl back in grade school who didn't like me, I found out about a couple of years ago that she's a lesbian. She didn't even have to potential to like me. And, I let it depress me. If I can go back and talk to my grade school self, I'd tell him not to worry, that there really is more fish in the sea. And, that I should try to go for fish who shave their armpits and don't play softball. So, I thought about it more and more why I got offered weed 3 times. Didn't come to any crazy realizations, but, I've come to the conclusion that I hang out with a lot of pot-heads. Not a negative thing because they're all pretty cool people. I feel blessed.<br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-47889220876445035532009-10-02T14:21:00.000-07:002009-10-02T16:05:02.184-07:00I'm baaaaaaack!<div style="text-align: justify;">First of all, I'd like to apologize to all you Braza-maniacs out there for being out for over a month. Got caught up in a few things. But from now on, I'm not gonna let anything get in the way of our relationship. First of all, I'd like to dedicate this return blog to a pretty young woman. You know who you are. I find it really interesting that you really enjoyed my blog about lap dances. I enjoy it when any woman enjoys reading about lap dances. I'm not going to read into that too much, I'm just gonna let me imagination run wild.<br /><br />Okay, so there's this Vietnamese girl, right? She works at the Dairy Queen near me, very cute, very good personality. Always has the brightest smile on her face. After some time, I began to have a little bit of interest. Here's the problem. I don't really know how old she is. Since she's Vietnamese, she could be anywhere from 39 to 14 year's old. Her mom's the owner and I see her there all the time as well. And she looks young too. So, I think I can rule out that the girl's in her 30's. But, again, you really don't know when it comes to Vietnamese or for that matter any person from the Asian countries.<br /><br />Now, if I can somehow confirm that she's over 18, then I have to figure out how to maneuver around the over-protective Vietnamese mom. I mean, yeah, the mom thinks I'm a nice and funny guy. But, I know that the moment she finds out that I wanna go out with her daughter, I instantly become a scum bag and then she puts a restraining order on me. And, I don't wanna go through that again. I mean, yeah, I can just ask her how old she is. But, then she might think it's creepy for a guy like me to ask how old she is. And then, every time afterward, when she sees me come in, she'll have that look on her face like - oh, I gotta make the creepy guy a sundae.<br /><br />Bottom line here, at some point, I have to find out how old she is and then I can go from there. And, so I will let you guys all know when I find out and also, the aftermath. I dunno when that'll be as she hasn't been working whenever I've come in. But, I'll definitely let you guys know, even if it makes me look like a jackass. But, of course, you guys would never think of the Braz as a jackass, right? Right?<br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-14835256222599786972009-08-26T07:11:00.000-07:002009-08-26T07:49:50.504-07:00Maximum Fun<div style="text-align: justify;">I came to the conclusion that we were all put in this world to maximize our fun. We should all focus on having a good time. Of course, this will mean something different for everyone. People don't enjoy the same kinds of things. Some enjoy watching sports, while others would rather get a root canal. Some like the thought of spending a quiet evening at home, reading a very large book with small print. Others would rather watch the movie version of that story. <br /><br />I believe that one should proactively take charge of their fun. For example, instead of going to the museum to look at wonderful works of art for your fun, go out and make your work of art. Don't watch. Do. Make your fun. Make it happen. Don't watch other people partying and having a good time. Party with them. <br /><br />We don't live very long in this world. Average person lives life until about 70 years old. That's about 25,000 days, 1,500,000 hours. Most people spend about 500,000 of those hours sleeping. So, you have about a million hours to yourself to do as you please. I dunno about you, but I'm spending as many of those hours having fun. I do have a lot of fun writing these blogs and sharing my innermost thoughts to you people. So rest assured, that you will always have the option of reading the thoughts and discoveries of the Braz.<br /><br />Some people say, well Joe Braza, you do have to work and do things that aren't fun. To that, I say - make it fun. Do whatever you think you have to do to make it fun. Challenge yourself at your job. Count how many times the boss frowns at you. Laugh about it. If you have access to a computer at your job, read this blog. I can't think of a much better way to pass the time than to learn the Way of the Braza. Damn! Sometimes I even amaze myself. <br /><br />Alright kids. Enjoy your life. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-14326011400370884582009-08-25T06:46:00.000-07:002009-08-25T07:14:00.819-07:00Mega Millions<div style="text-align: justify;">Today's Jackpot sits at an estimated $252 million and if you decided to take the cash option and after subtracting the 31% taxes, your share would still be around $109 million. At that point, you could pretty much buy a small third world country. I however have calculated that for that money, you could get over 5 .4 million lap dances. How long would that take? Well, on the average, a lap dance last for about 2 minutes and you multiplied that by 5.4 million. You're looking at 10.8 million minutes----> 180,000 hours ----> 7,500 days ----> 20 and a half years. And that's if you were to go 24/7 every single day without missing a day, no sleep, no time for anything else. So, say you decided to just get lap dances for only 8 hours a day (a full-time shift), it'd still take a little over 61 year to complete. Okay, so $1 "investment" for a chance at 61 years worth of lap dances? I think I can do that. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-89251246487906732062009-08-24T10:24:00.000-07:002009-08-24T10:33:56.603-07:00Fro Report<div style="text-align: justify;">Hey guys. I understand that it's been a while since I've put up a blog. But, I've been busy with gambling, telling jokes, and trying to get some chicks. Some people say, Joe Braza's been spending his time with things that he fails at. So, I decided that I'm going to go ahead and post up the current Fro Report. The growth has been steady. People do comment that I look younger. Not sure if that's a compliment or not, but I'll take it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquj2k_Jxq9YlKjF-9g0cR1JwOUaQtp55CMtKufbo-_eVE3zR9OKcj1TdWOghSWPLStQ7j7WCkN7NFd6wFnuybncCMrLj99LTE5B3xPWU-_k-HuZcHpR_4KJjRKY01QnDzAx-W3vuIbOhc/s1600-h/Suprised+Joe+Braza+38%25.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiquj2k_Jxq9YlKjF-9g0cR1JwOUaQtp55CMtKufbo-_eVE3zR9OKcj1TdWOghSWPLStQ7j7WCkN7NFd6wFnuybncCMrLj99LTE5B3xPWU-_k-HuZcHpR_4KJjRKY01QnDzAx-W3vuIbOhc/s320/Suprised+Joe+Braza+38%25.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584283151939058" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, I'm currently at the stage where my hair can look un-groomed, but unfortunately it's not long enough to where it can be brushed into place. A few more weeks and you can see a more groomed up version of the Braz. But, for now, I promise to update this blog a lot more in the near future. Have fun today! <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-40802292521190084422009-08-12T08:15:00.000-07:002009-08-17T10:01:37.789-07:00World Traveler<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldBy2M51HRVjR-CTNemSflb2beA8N7yH94caZYvUyhCAvAsa9pG8ZMjLsT7dCSiD3uxNG9RF7S49G_PUOfxfKJcpzTSq8FTjnciqzbvRJM2TNCRlxpy_h8GZaS9brNnxPMG0PIz7reYk4/s1600-h/The+Braz+in+Rome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhldBy2M51HRVjR-CTNemSflb2beA8N7yH94caZYvUyhCAvAsa9pG8ZMjLsT7dCSiD3uxNG9RF7S49G_PUOfxfKJcpzTSq8FTjnciqzbvRJM2TNCRlxpy_h8GZaS9brNnxPMG0PIz7reYk4/s320/The+Braz+in+Rome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370978886550548402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I have visited many countries: Brazil, Italy, Czech Republic, Croatia, Hungary, the Philippines. And I've seen most of the US when I was traveling a lot as a comedian. I truly enjoy traveling. A lot of people, when they travel, see the sights and do all of the touristy things. And although, I do force myself to do those things, I spend most of the time just hanging out. I go to a nightclub to listen to the local musicians.<br /><br />But, I really enjoy the chaos of traveling. See, as humans, we settle into a routine very quickly. We crave stability, almost need stability, even when we have a self-destructive routine. When you travel, you get thrown off that routine. Again, I really enjoy that. I enjoy having no clue where anything is. I enjoy trying to communicate with people knowing nothing more than what I learned from 3 hours of reading a phrase book. I like having to eat foods that I don't normally eat. People look at me, knowing that I'm obviously not from around there. Street merchants call on me, excited to see a new person who they haven't relentlessly annoyed to buy their junk.<br /><br />Life communicates to you through this chaos. Whenever I become aware of the chaos, I take a moment to feel the wonder of life. As human beings, we have the power to build big buildings, paint great art, play beautiful music. Many opportunities get thrown our direction, yet we refuse to take those opportunities because it would break up our routine. The chaos tries to tell you to seize control of your life and control of your thoughts. You can feel happier. It tells you to find a job that you really feel passion for, break up from a relationship that you don't really wanna be in, eliminate any activities that you feel ashamed of. I like traveling because it helps me to become aware of these possibilities. So, I'm a big advocate of traveling. Of course, you could do the same thing by reading this blog. But, yeah, traveling's fun.<br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-56190405793438942002009-08-11T11:15:00.001-07:002009-08-11T11:30:24.743-07:00Breathing<div style="text-align: justify;">I have a pretty busy day today. I don't want to get into details, but I'm taking this time right now to enjoy the sensation of breathing. See, people don't really understand how good breathing feels until they've been in a situation where they can't breathe. What situations am I talking about? I'm talking about anytime you swim underwater, get choked by a hooligan, or your purposely withholding your breath when you're playing a drinking game of - who can hold their breath longer. And after they go through that situation where they couldn't breathe, they forget about how good it feels after a few moments. <br /><br />But, I've spent a lot of time in hospitals as I have taken my dad back and forth for different medical procedures and surgeries. And, I whenever I would pass by and see other patients there, I often marveled at the ones who carried oxygen tanks on their wheelchairs or laid in bed, hooked up to a respirator. People take breathing for granted. We've taken so many breaths of oxygen throughout our life, we just assume that it will always be there. And it usually is. <br /><br />So today, I enjoy the sensation of breathing. I pay homage to it. I use it to nourish all of my cells and to relieve any stress that I may have. Wait a minute, I'm the Braz. I don't have stress. Alright, have fun today, everyone. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-34773549518384182072009-08-08T09:55:00.001-07:002009-08-08T10:29:57.835-07:00No Excuses!<div style="text-align: justify;">When I first started this blog, I had no idea what I wanted to do with it. I had no direction. I thought maybe I would just share some funny moments that happened throughout my day and life. I wanted to avoid writing a positive "You can do anything you set your mind to" type blog. We already have a bunch of those dudes. And anyone that meets the Braz would never describe the Braz as just another dude. Joe Braza leads all who follow to happiness. But, I realized that maybe you come here to get some positivity out of your life. Maybe, you seek the knowledge and the wisdom of the Braz to better your life. So here we go:<br /><br />Today, you will adopt the mantra - No Excuses!<br />Say it with me - <span style="font-size:100%;">NO EXCUSES! </span><br /><br />Today, you will not accept any excuses for not being the best that you can be.<br />You will not allow yourself to accept anything but the best things in life.<br />You will not let anything prevent you from doing the things you have passion for.<br />You will not make excuses for how your life has turned out so far.<br />You will not wait for someone or something to make you happy.<br />You will not quit.<br /><br />You will do your best everyday.<br />You will learn from all your mistakes.<br />You will follow your passion.<br />You will follow your passion right now.<br />You will make things happen.<br />You will feel happiness by any means necessary.<br /><br /><br />I guarantee that if you adopt this attitude, you will feel real happiness. No one can stop you, just like no one can stop the Braz. Be happy, my friends!<br /><br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-47408131112885743252009-08-06T01:05:00.000-07:002009-08-06T02:05:50.455-07:00Gout, but not out<div style="text-align: justify;">I made my decision to revert back to a vegetarian lifestyle partially because I suffered from gout attacks in my past. For those of you who don't know who don't know what <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gout">gout</a> is, it's basically a very painful arthritic condition. I'm talking real pain. Imagine taking a handful of needles and jamming them into the joints of your feet, ankles, knees, or toes. Every year from about 2002 to about 2008, I would go through at least one 2 to 3 month period where I basically was confined to my bed or the couch. And I would lay there in pain. There were times when I felt pain just from the weight of a blanket. After going through this several times, I can truly say that I do not wish this condition on my worst enemy, not that the Braz has any enemies. Well, you got the point. <br /><br />What makes this condition hard to cope with at times is the fact that there is no cure. There isn't even really a treatment. See, gout's caused by a high levels of uric acid in the body. And the way to get rid of uric acid is to pee it out. And while you're peeing it out, you have to eliminate foods and drinks that contain uric acid in them, things like alcohol, soft drinks, beans, asparagus, cauliflower, mushrooms, spinach, seafood, and yes -----> meat. <br /><br />Now, I haven't suffered from a major attack since early 2008 (knock on wood). But, at this moment, I am experiencing a very mild attack in my right foot. I'm still able to walk around and do what I need to do, but with a limp and a slight pain, more like a slight irritation. Like, you will not see me do any kind of dancing or running around the neighborhood naked. But, if I had to do those things, I could but with a very disgusted look on my face. I'm drinking lots of water and have gone to the bathroom about 50 times today. At that rate, I usually only wash my hands every 8th time I use the bathroom. <br /><br />Although this condition can be very painful, I do enjoy a few aspects of it. Whenever I go through an attack, I get to do a lot of thinking and resting without anyone bothering me to do some stupid errands or favors. This downtime allows me to really relax and focus in on the important things in life - love, family, friends, community. Of course, I initially spend a certain amount of time feeling sorry for myself, but then I realize that, there's a world out there where millions of people suffer everyday, throughout their lives, from physical, mental, and psychological ailments. My suffering lasts no more than a couple of months. But, because I do suffer, I feel one with them. And, I want to ease their suffering. And if you're one of those who's suffering, I want to ease your suffering. How? By being the lovable, huggable, and truly wonderful Joe Braza. That's right! <br /><br /><br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-6032926706358780702009-08-05T01:28:00.000-07:002009-08-05T02:15:03.183-07:00Back to Basics<div style="text-align: justify;">Last Thursday, July 30th, I went back to being a vegetarian. I had stopped being a vegetarian when I visited Eastern Europe, specifically Prague, Czech Republic, back in Fall 2006. For those of you who don't know, Czechs aren't very well known for their culinary excellence. And, pretty much, all of their dishes contain some kind of meat. The only thing that I could eat was this dish called - <span style="color:black;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sma%C5%BEen%C3%BD_s%C3%BDr">Smažený sýr</a></span>. It's basically a cheese dish that I got tired of after a couple of days. So, when I finally got back to Italy, I went buckwild and ate a pepperoni pizza. Not, one of my proudest moments, but I just wanted to eat something edible. <br /><br />When I got back to the States, I had fully intended to revert back to my vegetarian lifestyle, but I didn't. I enjoyed the convenience of eating anything. Restaurants and my family don't really cater to vegetarians. They try, but you look at any menu and on the average, vegetarians have about 10-15% of the menu to available to them. So, I just suspended my vegetarian lifestyle indefinitely. <br /><br />Fast forward to last week. I decided to go back to being a vegetarian after eating some tacos from Del Taco. I literally wanted to shoot a hole in my stomach to relieve my digestive system from processing that meal. I mean, yeah, cheap meal and all, but it lacked fulfillment. I hated myself for eating Del Taco, but I knew there was more to it. <br /><br />I became a vegetarian in the first place for better health and because I cared for our environment. In case you're unaware, it takes 16 times more resources to produce a pound of meat than it takes to produce a pound of grain. These resources include water, gasoline, feed, etc. I believe that if only 10% of the US population converted into a vegetarian diet, we could severely reduce our dependence on foreign oil. And, if you look at gas prices these days, you would know that, that wouldn't suck. <br /><br />So, I'm back guys. <br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-35424951740490979342009-07-29T12:17:00.000-07:002009-07-29T13:02:32.360-07:00Investment strategies from the Braz<div style="text-align: justify;">I have always felt that there was really very little difference between sports betting and playing the stock market. In both, you're risking money in the hopes that you will make money. The only difference, I see, is in sports betting, you will know right away whether you win or lose money. In stocks, it could be years before you profit or lose money, as stock prices will remain relatively the same over that time span. Both usually use a 3rd party to make transactions. And both, charge a commission of some type for this transaction, meaning that they make money whether you win or lose on the trade or bet, provided that there is an equal amount of action on a sporting event.<br /><br />With that said, here's a simple strategy for the upcoming football season. Last year, the Detroit Lions finished with an 0-16 record for the very first winless season in the NFL. That's right, no other team in the history of the NFL has ever gone an entire season without winning at least 1 game. Knowing that, here's what you do: Bet on the Lions to win game one of the regular season. Don't screw around with the point spread, bet on the Lions to win outright. If you don't win your bet, double your bet for the next week's game. And then, keep doing this until you win a bet. This is pretty much a no-lose situation because the Detroit Lions can't possibly go another entire season without winning at least one game, right? Right??<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQEkHfZRtATfAVbCzsEtjpb91yC4w2jgO2yUgHKdL6hBByxW-BhIPUTunleHwPUxhLvDCsj8nIL9_TRbM-YrIzFqjsUQ9-Abl1oS3cL_C3OhaFs8VN1HcBa-kV0gr76k4qSEJvWIOdB29/s1600-h/Detroit+Lions.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQEkHfZRtATfAVbCzsEtjpb91yC4w2jgO2yUgHKdL6hBByxW-BhIPUTunleHwPUxhLvDCsj8nIL9_TRbM-YrIzFqjsUQ9-Abl1oS3cL_C3OhaFs8VN1HcBa-kV0gr76k4qSEJvWIOdB29/s320/Detroit+Lions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363971982274362034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">2009 Schedule<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /> Sun, Sep 13 at New Orleans - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Sep 20 Minnesota - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Sep 27 Washington - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Oct 4 at Chicago - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Oct 11 Pittsburgh - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Oct 18 at Green Bay - 1:00 PM<br /> BYE<br /> Sun, Nov 1 St. Louis - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Nov 8 at Seattle - 4:05 PM<br /> Sun, Nov 15 at Minnesota - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Nov 22 Cleveland - 1:00 PM<br /> Thu, Nov 26 Green Bay - 12:30 PM<br /> Sun, Dec 6 at Cincinnati - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Dec 13 at Baltimore - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Dec 20 Arizona - 1:00 PM<br /> Sun, Dec 27 at San Francisco - 4:05 PM<br /> Sun, Jan 3 Chicago - 1:00 PM<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />But, remember: Joe Braza can not be held responsible for any losses regarding this blog entry. Good Luck!<br /></div>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590321784662052272.post-27142393558172131052009-07-24T12:40:00.000-07:002009-07-24T12:55:17.633-07:00Fro Update - Beard out, but Fro still in<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's the latest on the fro: 14 days since the last time I shaved my head and going strong. As far as the beard, I had to shave the beard as it became really, really itchy to the point where it would keep me up at night. Now although many of you agree that the Braz doesn't need any beauty sleep, because the Braz is beautiful on the inside and out. I do, however, like to sleep. It's one of my favorite activities. So off came the beard. My dreams of achieving the Geico Caveman look have been ceased. But, many of you will be happy to know that the Fro will stay.</span> No one can stop the Fro!<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyI4ZBtZa3Jt6rtiX57_6ky3wBFZPSvOnQadyDNnGEF666YnJeYQ1RroPsdXuctuzYr6fEM2hb7QOZrEixpCwlZ_-xKSQTffa3LL2IjNdV6HbJWdtyola7WvbvyRyoHRmaDPVrqc3V1F2/s1600-h/July+24,+2009+Fro+Update.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOyI4ZBtZa3Jt6rtiX57_6ky3wBFZPSvOnQadyDNnGEF666YnJeYQ1RroPsdXuctuzYr6fEM2hb7QOZrEixpCwlZ_-xKSQTffa3LL2IjNdV6HbJWdtyola7WvbvyRyoHRmaDPVrqc3V1F2/s320/July+24,+2009+Fro+Update.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362116215182904850" border="0" /></a>The Brazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04804407240255020984noreply@blogger.com0