Monday, December 29, 2008
More little things
Ice skating on a Saturday afternoon to "Jack & Diane"
Red cheeks of exertion/exhaustion
Laughing with the wife so hard that our unspoken conversation keeps getting funnier
Acoustic melodies
Pause, paws, Pa's
People watching when you are the one dry, upright or otherwise unscathed
Being wet, upside down or otherwise scathed - it means you probably tried something new
The cool side of the pillow
Realizing you are late because the book you were reading was too good to stop reading (or the dog in your lap was too snugly warm)
The 'oh I forgot about this awesome part' feeling with a movie you know by heart but haven't seen in 10 years
Hearing teenagers talk about 'Twilight' like it matters
Being a teenager and talking about 'Lost Boys' like it matters
The Heavy Ink envelope in the mailbox
Hearing adults talk about money like it matters
Being an adult knowing money matters
Not missing the garbage truck
Not having to come up with something to talk about
Monday, December 22, 2008
Ass Deep
A few weeks ago I watched in the rain as animals (2x2) where loaded on to a large wooden boat our Hebrew neighbor had built.
Over the last few days our driveway has been entirely covered in 'the white stuff' as the Storm Factor Force Team armed with Doppler Pi like to call it.
It was nice to have a decision made for me this week. Been bustin' my hump at the Humidifier plant ( I don't really work at a mfg. of Humidifiers, just being vague + cheeky). It has been satisfyingly busy. I instruct 7and8 to embrace failure as a learning tool but having been humbled a few times this week (I didn't torque the kunuter valve to spec) I am reminded how it feels. The mandatory decision BTW was to stay home yesterday and wonder when my snow thrower would be fixed while I weighed if a chiropractor was a better course of action vs. acupuncture vs. massage vs. Rum. Since we were snowed in Rum won. Maybe next time I'll have 7 wear my golf spikes and walk on my back... that could be a $1,000,000 idea or 'child labor' since kids should only sweat if they are running around on a non-competitive field these days.
Happy shoveling
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Sage advice
Best complement ever: "Everyone needs a (insert your name here)"
Isn't that just an awesome accolade? You would feel pretty damn good if someone said that about you. What if you believe it but not in a conceited way? How do you tell someone that you have skills but don't want to come off as a braggart. I know how awesome I am but I'd like to share that awesomeness with the world, however the world must open the door. Otherwise I'm just a prick.
Don't get me wrong , I have plenty of flaws and often beat myself senseless into a crying heap of self loathing with those traits. But there are moments when I know my little flame can help light the world. How would you show your light without setting people on fire?
At one point I figured love would find me as soon as I stopped looking. It is like ensuring the waitress will come up as soon as you take a mouthful. I guess I should just continue being me and hope that when it is my time to shine, that my light will be seen (one if by land, two by sea).
Friday, December 19, 2008
Socially slow
I had to go to one of my least favorite places this week...the car dealership. I would have done the oil change at the local guy but the wife told me to take it to the dealership so they could do the recall on the wiper blades.
*as you read this picture me with even more gray hair + wrinkles (not the monkey) and half-moon reading spectacles*
A young lady sat next to me in the waiting area. As I read my book about how Paul Revere was a brash, bad ass the young lady decided to serenade the waiting room with sounds of her chewing (with an open mouth) her Egg Mc(Freakin')Muffin. But wait there is more, she then decided to call dear ole Mom and Dad and tell them that her horn would soon be fixed and that she didn't have the clap from her latest sleaze fest. BTW she should have shipped her presents earlier and will be home around 2p on 12/24. If she would have given her CC# or phone number I would post that here too since she didn't seem to care who listened to her conversation.
An elder statesman sat near me and commented on the tart's 'tardedness. My response was biblical, "At point are we our brother's keeper?" He didn't know either.
Then the pre-pubescent swinging dick that they call "service care represen'tard" let me know the truck was done and pretty much told me not to let the door hit me in the ass. I just had a freakin' oil change, routine stuff, and this guy shrugs me like young Ms. Muffin's donor from last night. I took the high road as I left but I am pretty sure I'm going to be one mean S.O.B. when I am old enough to pull my pants up to my nipples and use a cane.
*as you read this picture me with even more gray hair + wrinkles (not the monkey) and half-moon reading spectacles*
A young lady sat next to me in the waiting area. As I read my book about how Paul Revere was a brash, bad ass the young lady decided to serenade the waiting room with sounds of her chewing (with an open mouth) her Egg Mc(Freakin')Muffin. But wait there is more, she then decided to call dear ole Mom and Dad and tell them that her horn would soon be fixed and that she didn't have the clap from her latest sleaze fest. BTW she should have shipped her presents earlier and will be home around 2p on 12/24. If she would have given her CC# or phone number I would post that here too since she didn't seem to care who listened to her conversation.
An elder statesman sat near me and commented on the tart's 'tardedness. My response was biblical, "At point are we our brother's keeper?" He didn't know either.
Then the pre-pubescent swinging dick that they call "service care represen'tard" let me know the truck was done and pretty much told me not to let the door hit me in the ass. I just had a freakin' oil change, routine stuff, and this guy shrugs me like young Ms. Muffin's donor from last night. I took the high road as I left but I am pretty sure I'm going to be one mean S.O.B. when I am old enough to pull my pants up to my nipples and use a cane.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Pay-triot
I read a book recently. I'll give you a moment to pick yourselves off of the floor.
Feel Better? Good.
In reality I read quite a bit. But when it comes to books I'm a 'when it rains, it pours' reader. I've mentioned this part of my personality in previous posts. I get hold of a subject and drill in with all of my attention and idle thoughts. I exhaust what resources I can find and then look for more. this continues until another subject catches my fascination. Currently I'm contemplating celebrating the country's freedom by wearing an iFreedom shirt I bought in Faneuil Hall and shaving my mustache with keeping the beard.
A recent book was by Sarah Vowell, 'Assassination Vacation'. She takes the Robert Todd-Lincoln trifecta of Presidential assassinations and walks where the players walk. She doesn't just go to Ford's Theater and cap it off at the Lincoln Memorial. She traces Booth's get away route, Mudd's prison cell, etc. Then she moves on to do the same for Garfield and McKinley. It is a good book and I can't wait to read more.
You can't talk about this time in American history without talking about slavery. Guess what I've learned, you can't talk about America at all with out talking about slavery. Slavery, Native Americans, Hawaii and The Philippines. It is hard to love the country and not be a bit embarrassed about it's mistakes. Having gone down memory lane this past Thanksgiving weekend I come to realize this same love/embarrassment dynamic exists with family.
I got very angry during American History class with Mrs. R. when she would only silently acknowledge the red, white and blue shaft we gave to those we took so much from.
How would we react to the Sons of Liberty today? Gitmo I assume.
Here is to our great nation! I'll take the flaws and the freedom but I know the price is higher than this white man can understand.
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