Thursday, January 27, 2011
Buck tooth snakes
I love it when weird people make fun of other people. Name-calling is so amusing. I know this weird dude who has crazy eyes and a belly that would make Santa jealous, yet he calls people "snakes in the grass." My new favorite is a person he's labeled as "ol buck tooth."
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
A year later, and ...
Wouldn't you know it? I didn't post on here for a year. Funny thing happened on the way to not blogging ... my job that I thought I'd like so much has turned into a circus. Instead of doing real work, somehow we talk about visceral fat and walking for 20 minutes on the treadmill. What the capital H?
I don't want to complain about it; it's certainly not as bad as before. In fact, you couldn't get as bad as before. So here's to hoping I write something about something else sometime soon. Usually when I throw a curve ball into the wind of destiny, something changes. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and hitting my knees hard keeping the faith that something will.
I don't want to complain about it; it's certainly not as bad as before. In fact, you couldn't get as bad as before. So here's to hoping I write something about something else sometime soon. Usually when I throw a curve ball into the wind of destiny, something changes. I'm crossing my fingers and toes and hitting my knees hard keeping the faith that something will.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
A way with words
It's funny, yet sad, that I don't write more about things on my mind. I kept a journal for years -- I started it in 8th grade and then continued through high school, college and for a short time after that. Then social networking came around, and while blogging took over my typical journals, it just wasn't the same. My former "deep" thoughts went away.
While some of this can be attributed to my happiness in life, I'm sort of mad at myself that I stopped writing so much about my feelings. I think the endless quest toward happiness kept me going and once that happened, I didn't feel compelled to write anymore. But that's kind of stupid, isn't it? Yes I'm happy, but I still have things in this brain of mine to get out.
When it comes to certain parts of my life, I'm covered. I love to run, so I have a running blog. I love taking photos, so I have a not-so-regular photo blog. And the thing I'm most happy about -- being a father -- is covered by a blog documenting his life. This blog was supposed to fill in the holes -- at certain points it has. I was very, very unhappy in my last job, so I expressed that on here -- sort of. But a blog is not a journal, not in the way journals were meant to be. I just wonder if I'll ever have the chance again to sit down with a notebook and a pen and just write.
An old girlfriend of mine told me several years ago that I had "a way with words." That stuck with me many years ago and I've never forgotten that. I have some classic love letters and breakup letters out there somewhere, but I never kept any copies. I kind of regret that.
It's funny that a simple piece of paper with words on it can change lives so much. Yet in an instant we can rip that paper to shreds or burn it, and it's gone forever. It's magical in a way. Blogs have changed all that -- sometimes that can be good, sometimes it's not. What's written here will always exist in some form. But what I wrote as a teen can just fade into a memory. My journals detailing half my life to date could be gone in a fire and I'd never get them back. Take your pick on which one you prefer.
While some of this can be attributed to my happiness in life, I'm sort of mad at myself that I stopped writing so much about my feelings. I think the endless quest toward happiness kept me going and once that happened, I didn't feel compelled to write anymore. But that's kind of stupid, isn't it? Yes I'm happy, but I still have things in this brain of mine to get out.
When it comes to certain parts of my life, I'm covered. I love to run, so I have a running blog. I love taking photos, so I have a not-so-regular photo blog. And the thing I'm most happy about -- being a father -- is covered by a blog documenting his life. This blog was supposed to fill in the holes -- at certain points it has. I was very, very unhappy in my last job, so I expressed that on here -- sort of. But a blog is not a journal, not in the way journals were meant to be. I just wonder if I'll ever have the chance again to sit down with a notebook and a pen and just write.
An old girlfriend of mine told me several years ago that I had "a way with words." That stuck with me many years ago and I've never forgotten that. I have some classic love letters and breakup letters out there somewhere, but I never kept any copies. I kind of regret that.
It's funny that a simple piece of paper with words on it can change lives so much. Yet in an instant we can rip that paper to shreds or burn it, and it's gone forever. It's magical in a way. Blogs have changed all that -- sometimes that can be good, sometimes it's not. What's written here will always exist in some form. But what I wrote as a teen can just fade into a memory. My journals detailing half my life to date could be gone in a fire and I'd never get them back. Take your pick on which one you prefer.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Change, the theme of '08 and '09
Something is happening. Not sure if it's what I want or not, but it's happening. And it may bring some big, big, big changes. If I do it ...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Oh motivation, where have you gone?
I've never been more unmotivated in my life. I didn't get the promotion that I, and many other co-workers, knew I deserved. In fact, I had a couple of co-workers who were absolutely shocked that we hired outside for this particular position. So in the past two weeks I've been so mad that I just don't know what to think. I was ready for the next step. I knew I could do this. I've done it before and wowed others around me that I could handle added responsibilities.
But now that I've basically been told that I'm good, but not good enough, I'm ready for the next chapter. Somehow, though, I need to get motivated. I need to act like I care. But I don't care. I'm no longer happy to just have a job. I know there are hundreds of thousands of people who are unemployed who would cringe at hearing me say that. My current position would probably generate 100 resumes in a week, easily. I've walked that line before.
Something has to happen soon. It has to. It's can be like this for 35 more years.
But now that I've basically been told that I'm good, but not good enough, I'm ready for the next chapter. Somehow, though, I need to get motivated. I need to act like I care. But I don't care. I'm no longer happy to just have a job. I know there are hundreds of thousands of people who are unemployed who would cringe at hearing me say that. My current position would probably generate 100 resumes in a week, easily. I've walked that line before.
Something has to happen soon. It has to. It's can be like this for 35 more years.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
If I ran things
I was once a boss. And a good boss I was told. But when I jumped from my comfort zone, other people didn't like me. Now I'm stuck doing something I don't want to be and I basically have no chance of moving up anytime soon. And my boss and my boss's boss can't do anything right. It's like two of them and then seven of us who get it and we only try to get them to get it. It's the most backward thing I've ever seen.
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