Who
In 2008, I totally believed that the world was going to change. President Obama was inspiring as he took over the presidency.
But nothing happened.
I don't know, is it me, or are we totally lacking inspiration these days?
I saw a commercial on CBC while watching some hockey. It was awesome, talking about what a great country Canada is, and can be. It got me wondering about the topic of inspiration.
We take an awful lot for granted here. We are looking to lower our deficit, get our economy on track, and yet, our elected officials are polar opposites, and cannot agree on anything.
We need someone to step up and inspire us. We can be great, and I feel like we've lost that. Where is the great American dream, where are the real leaders? Who has the guts to make things magical again in this country?
It's time, isn't it?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
What's Your Opportunity Cost?
So... it seems like it was a million years ago when I started my economics class. You will remember that I took this class for... ummm, the heck of it. Because I was intrigued by what I could learn.
I started off well enough. I studied hard, did pretty well, attended every class, did all my homework, blah blah blah.
And then I started my new job. Oy! Who woulda figured that a simple job change could wreck havok on a class???
My grades plummeted, but I kept fighting through.
Still, my desire to ace the class carried me through. I continued to work as hard as I could, and as football players say, I left it all out on the field.
Tonight, I attended my last class - prior to next weeks' final exam. If I could swing an 85 on tonight's test, I figured I would have an A - regardless of the final (aka, I wouldn't have to take the final!).
I had not taken a few points into account, and ended up needing 43 points. Now remember, this was for an A. I already have a B locked up.
Well, I still don't know how I did on the test, but I will find out in a few days. The bottom line is... even if I get a B... I don't think I'm gonna take the final.
I learned a whole lot in this class regardless of the grade. And the sad part is that I really am glad it's over.
Come on A!!!!
So... it seems like it was a million years ago when I started my economics class. You will remember that I took this class for... ummm, the heck of it. Because I was intrigued by what I could learn.
I started off well enough. I studied hard, did pretty well, attended every class, did all my homework, blah blah blah.
And then I started my new job. Oy! Who woulda figured that a simple job change could wreck havok on a class???
My grades plummeted, but I kept fighting through.
Still, my desire to ace the class carried me through. I continued to work as hard as I could, and as football players say, I left it all out on the field.
Tonight, I attended my last class - prior to next weeks' final exam. If I could swing an 85 on tonight's test, I figured I would have an A - regardless of the final (aka, I wouldn't have to take the final!).
I had not taken a few points into account, and ended up needing 43 points. Now remember, this was for an A. I already have a B locked up.
Well, I still don't know how I did on the test, but I will find out in a few days. The bottom line is... even if I get a B... I don't think I'm gonna take the final.
I learned a whole lot in this class regardless of the grade. And the sad part is that I really am glad it's over.
Come on A!!!!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Happy Paris-Roubaix!
Today is the first time in a decade that the weather in the D has been nice enough to ride on the same day as the Paris-Roubaix race.
So I whipped out my Moyo, donned the Bacon socks, slipped on the helmet, and off I went!
The first thing I noticed was that the winter hasn't been too bad to me. I'm still in decent shape since I last rode, and day-um, it felt gooooood! Yeah, the butt was a little sore, the legs were a little tight, but 7 sweet miles and 30 minutes later, I was itching for full-time sunny summer days - sigh!
It was obviously the first ride of the season - the dirt and crap on the road hadn't been cleaned up, and the roads stunk of winter garbage. But the itch in the back of my throat when I drew in a deep breath, and the chirping of the cardinals told me that it's almost time.
Mmmmm... good stuff man, good times.
With the Paris-Roubaix race on Versus at 7pm, I jumped in the shower, opened the windows, and I'm sitting in the recliner watching the Tigers get their asses kicked. I suppose it can't all be perfect, eh?
Today is the first time in a decade that the weather in the D has been nice enough to ride on the same day as the Paris-Roubaix race.
So I whipped out my Moyo, donned the Bacon socks, slipped on the helmet, and off I went!
The first thing I noticed was that the winter hasn't been too bad to me. I'm still in decent shape since I last rode, and day-um, it felt gooooood! Yeah, the butt was a little sore, the legs were a little tight, but 7 sweet miles and 30 minutes later, I was itching for full-time sunny summer days - sigh!
It was obviously the first ride of the season - the dirt and crap on the road hadn't been cleaned up, and the roads stunk of winter garbage. But the itch in the back of my throat when I drew in a deep breath, and the chirping of the cardinals told me that it's almost time.
Mmmmm... good stuff man, good times.
With the Paris-Roubaix race on Versus at 7pm, I jumped in the shower, opened the windows, and I'm sitting in the recliner watching the Tigers get their asses kicked. I suppose it can't all be perfect, eh?
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Tomorrow is a holiday of sorts in the D - opening day. It has taken almost 15 years for me to give a crap about baseball again, but my wife has succeeded in making me care.
There's nothing better in life than seeing my wife smile, and at this years' Tigerfest, I was in my glory watching her enjoy herself. For our anniversary, we were originally planning on going to Cooperstown, but instead opted for a Tigers 28-game season pass.
And starting tomorrow, we'll be lurking in section 321 behind 1st base. Come by and say hi. Buy us some hot dogs. Or Cracker Jacks.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. Opening day means that Spring is truly here. And we have seriously struggled with Winter this year.
Anyhow, we'll see you crazy mamma-jammas tomorrow - you'll recognize us with our Tigers duds from head to toe.
Bless you boys and all the rest of ya's.
Good to see the boys of summer in our neck o' the woods!
There's nothing better in life than seeing my wife smile, and at this years' Tigerfest, I was in my glory watching her enjoy herself. For our anniversary, we were originally planning on going to Cooperstown, but instead opted for a Tigers 28-game season pass.
And starting tomorrow, we'll be lurking in section 321 behind 1st base. Come by and say hi. Buy us some hot dogs. Or Cracker Jacks.
I'm really looking forward to tomorrow. Opening day means that Spring is truly here. And we have seriously struggled with Winter this year.
Anyhow, we'll see you crazy mamma-jammas tomorrow - you'll recognize us with our Tigers duds from head to toe.
Bless you boys and all the rest of ya's.
Good to see the boys of summer in our neck o' the woods!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I am Leopard-Trek
George Clark gave me a book many, many years ago, called "The Snow Leopard". Along with the book came some wise words: Go seek your snow leopard.
Last night, Sheryl and I went to see one of my uncles. He was the only member of my family to be in Vietnam, and I remember like it was yesterday when he came home, and came to our house to visit. I was your typical excited kid, demanding his attention, showing him all the crazy things kids think of when they are trying to keep a special someone's attention.
I am now twice the age at which he came to visit us those many years ago. And this uncle had recently had a heart attack, and as I think about it now, I am elated to my core that he survived.
Survival is a big part of my own story. And I tie survival to bicycling - for some strange reason.
And then there's my cycling guru, whom I have recently heard that he's got a new struggle on his hands. And as happy as I am for my uncle Vietnam, I am crushed about my cycling guru.
My cycling guru and I love the amazing talent of Fabian Cancellara - who is now riding for the Leopard-Trek team. I can't wait to watch this team ride in the Tour de France.
But the only thing I think I would enjoy more is to be with my cycling guru and watch them race.
It's a strange life.
My new job is a new trail that I've never been down before while following the scent of the Snow Leopard.
My uncle and my cycling guru are the yin and the yang of life that happen.
Leopard-Trek is exciting, yet ultimately minimally meaningful.
And I can't wait to see what comes next on the trail.
Seek your own Snow Leopard.
George Clark gave me a book many, many years ago, called "The Snow Leopard". Along with the book came some wise words: Go seek your snow leopard.
Last night, Sheryl and I went to see one of my uncles. He was the only member of my family to be in Vietnam, and I remember like it was yesterday when he came home, and came to our house to visit. I was your typical excited kid, demanding his attention, showing him all the crazy things kids think of when they are trying to keep a special someone's attention.
I am now twice the age at which he came to visit us those many years ago. And this uncle had recently had a heart attack, and as I think about it now, I am elated to my core that he survived.
Survival is a big part of my own story. And I tie survival to bicycling - for some strange reason.
And then there's my cycling guru, whom I have recently heard that he's got a new struggle on his hands. And as happy as I am for my uncle Vietnam, I am crushed about my cycling guru.
My cycling guru and I love the amazing talent of Fabian Cancellara - who is now riding for the Leopard-Trek team. I can't wait to watch this team ride in the Tour de France.
But the only thing I think I would enjoy more is to be with my cycling guru and watch them race.
It's a strange life.
My new job is a new trail that I've never been down before while following the scent of the Snow Leopard.
My uncle and my cycling guru are the yin and the yang of life that happen.
Leopard-Trek is exciting, yet ultimately minimally meaningful.
And I can't wait to see what comes next on the trail.
Seek your own Snow Leopard.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Sometimes you're the bat, sometimes you're the ball...
No shit... It's been a rough week. Really rough, in fact. My poor wife has had to deal with a bear every night that she's seen me. I guess that's what angels do...:)
So this rough week, I think, spawned a night last night of fantastic dreams - but not necessarily good ones.
The earliest part of the dream that I remember had me at a party - much like a frat party. The room was all in black and blue and gray hues. Except for the blood. Someone was stabbed, and although I saw it happen, I was in a bad place, and had to pretend that I was cool with it (although I was horrified!).
I was free of blood on my hands and clothes, but my right shoe was splattered with it. I tried to kick the bloodied black shoe aside, but there was no escaping it. I needed to reclaim it before we torched the building down. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to ensure I left no prints behind...
My gang drove our badly battered cars to the headquarters, where we entered huge wooden doors and walked into a large, expansive ballroom with wood floors. Wandering the ballroom was a lion and a mini Phil Collins (think "petite giraffes").
We went to the bar and ordered whiskeys, talking about the kill. I knew I was clean, and the rest of them were going down...
And I turned around, and dreamt about being outside in an English-type garden. Talking to a school marm looking woman, I suddenly became aware of a central theme during the dream - a phrase that came up often...
A phrase I woke up repeating as a mantra because I knew it was going to be important to my real life.
When I got out of bed I wrote it down:
"This is your rewrite - the story will become whatever you make it."
Wrapped around a tough week such as this, that dream mantra helps keep things in perspective.
We all have the power to rewrite the story that is occurring around us. It is up to us to decide how it's going to end.
No shit... It's been a rough week. Really rough, in fact. My poor wife has had to deal with a bear every night that she's seen me. I guess that's what angels do...:)
So this rough week, I think, spawned a night last night of fantastic dreams - but not necessarily good ones.
The earliest part of the dream that I remember had me at a party - much like a frat party. The room was all in black and blue and gray hues. Except for the blood. Someone was stabbed, and although I saw it happen, I was in a bad place, and had to pretend that I was cool with it (although I was horrified!).
I was free of blood on my hands and clothes, but my right shoe was splattered with it. I tried to kick the bloodied black shoe aside, but there was no escaping it. I needed to reclaim it before we torched the building down. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to ensure I left no prints behind...
My gang drove our badly battered cars to the headquarters, where we entered huge wooden doors and walked into a large, expansive ballroom with wood floors. Wandering the ballroom was a lion and a mini Phil Collins (think "petite giraffes").
We went to the bar and ordered whiskeys, talking about the kill. I knew I was clean, and the rest of them were going down...
And I turned around, and dreamt about being outside in an English-type garden. Talking to a school marm looking woman, I suddenly became aware of a central theme during the dream - a phrase that came up often...
A phrase I woke up repeating as a mantra because I knew it was going to be important to my real life.
When I got out of bed I wrote it down:
"This is your rewrite - the story will become whatever you make it."
Wrapped around a tough week such as this, that dream mantra helps keep things in perspective.
We all have the power to rewrite the story that is occurring around us. It is up to us to decide how it's going to end.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
My wife, she's blazing
So freaking amazing
She's my blood and my breath
I truly am blessed.
She's the yin to my yang
I'm the pop, she's the bang
She's the yang to my yin
The sword to my pin
I am the talk
She is the walk
I am the bed
And she is the spread
Without her, I'm a flag
With no pole, I'm just dragged
She gives me flap
A flag with some snap
On my salad, she's my dressing
She's my greatest blessing
I'm grateful to have met her
To have kissed her, and wed her.
My blazing wife.
So freaking amazing
She's my blood and my breath
I truly am blessed.
She's the yin to my yang
I'm the pop, she's the bang
She's the yang to my yin
The sword to my pin
I am the talk
She is the walk
I am the bed
And she is the spread
Without her, I'm a flag
With no pole, I'm just dragged
She gives me flap
A flag with some snap
On my salad, she's my dressing
She's my greatest blessing
I'm grateful to have met her
To have kissed her, and wed her.
My blazing wife.
Friday, March 04, 2011
What inspires you?
Who inspires you?
With a world full of Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan news, it's easy to forget that there is more in the world that can inspire us to be better people.
Today was a sad day for me, but for all the right reasons. It was my last day at my "old" job. I start my new job in a couple of days.
Days like today, though, are good days to learn how much you have meant to others.
I have tried to inspire others to become bigger than themselves, and I was fortunate to see that come to fruition with a former co-worker. I inspired him to cycle, and now he inspires others while teaching spinning classes.
How cool is that?
It was a good day that included a stop at one of my favorite wine shops - Cloverleaf.
But most importantly, I love how my wife keeps me grounded.
Who can you inspire?
How much effort are you willing to put into it?
Who inspires you?
With a world full of Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan news, it's easy to forget that there is more in the world that can inspire us to be better people.
Today was a sad day for me, but for all the right reasons. It was my last day at my "old" job. I start my new job in a couple of days.
Days like today, though, are good days to learn how much you have meant to others.
I have tried to inspire others to become bigger than themselves, and I was fortunate to see that come to fruition with a former co-worker. I inspired him to cycle, and now he inspires others while teaching spinning classes.
How cool is that?
It was a good day that included a stop at one of my favorite wine shops - Cloverleaf.
But most importantly, I love how my wife keeps me grounded.
Who can you inspire?
How much effort are you willing to put into it?
Friday, February 25, 2011
Rockin' A Friday Night Like It's Only Hours Before Saturday!
Okay, 10 years ago, if I would have said:
It's 8pm, my wife is still at work, so I'm rockin' the Sounds of the Seasons channel (playing House Beats during non-seasonal times), sipping on some wine,
I probably would have asked you to shoot me.
Funny how times change.
My mom is walking the Broadwalk in Hollywood, Florida, and had to text me to tell me what a life she has.
Man, it's all good.
Sure, I wish it was me taking a night walk outside in Southern Florida, but I'm glad someone I know is... even as we look forward to more snow tonight (this February has been the 2nd snowiest on record - ugh!).
I don't mind that I'm sitting home listening to Sounds From The Ground and Dark Globe.
I don't mind that I'm swigging wine.
I love being married, and I love my wife.
I love that the Detroit Tigers are starting real Spring Training games.
I love that spring is 4 sundays away, and the time change is 3 sundays from now.
I love that I am starting my new job in just over a week. Man, I've got a lot to learn!
It's a great life.
I didn't know that 10 years ago like I do now.
And by the way, sorry, unless I know you're coming over after dark, I am not answering the door.
Okay, 10 years ago, if I would have said:
It's 8pm, my wife is still at work, so I'm rockin' the Sounds of the Seasons channel (playing House Beats during non-seasonal times), sipping on some wine,
I probably would have asked you to shoot me.
Funny how times change.
My mom is walking the Broadwalk in Hollywood, Florida, and had to text me to tell me what a life she has.
Man, it's all good.
Sure, I wish it was me taking a night walk outside in Southern Florida, but I'm glad someone I know is... even as we look forward to more snow tonight (this February has been the 2nd snowiest on record - ugh!).
I don't mind that I'm sitting home listening to Sounds From The Ground and Dark Globe.
I don't mind that I'm swigging wine.
I love being married, and I love my wife.
I love that the Detroit Tigers are starting real Spring Training games.
I love that spring is 4 sundays away, and the time change is 3 sundays from now.
I love that I am starting my new job in just over a week. Man, I've got a lot to learn!
It's a great life.
I didn't know that 10 years ago like I do now.
And by the way, sorry, unless I know you're coming over after dark, I am not answering the door.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Addy-Ose!
It's been quite a few weeks. I can officially announce that I am changing jobs.
Oddly enough, I attribute this job change to the experiment I conducted in December. At that time, I worked to open myself to infinite possibilities. One of those possibilities happened to come in the form of a number of phone messages from a company that wanted to talk to me about a job.
When I realized this as an opportunity knocking, I listened.
A few weeks, a bunch of interviews, and a lot of anxiety later, I will be starting a new job in March.
Wow!
It should be a blast - I'm so excited to see what I can help this company accomplish!
This naturally takes nothing away from the job I'm leaving. I love the job, I love the people I work with, and I love the paychecks. But opportunity is calling, and I gotta see where it's gonna lead me.
Now all I gotta do is shake this stinkin' cold, and I'll be truly champing at the bit!
It's been quite a few weeks. I can officially announce that I am changing jobs.
Oddly enough, I attribute this job change to the experiment I conducted in December. At that time, I worked to open myself to infinite possibilities. One of those possibilities happened to come in the form of a number of phone messages from a company that wanted to talk to me about a job.
When I realized this as an opportunity knocking, I listened.
A few weeks, a bunch of interviews, and a lot of anxiety later, I will be starting a new job in March.
Wow!
It should be a blast - I'm so excited to see what I can help this company accomplish!
This naturally takes nothing away from the job I'm leaving. I love the job, I love the people I work with, and I love the paychecks. But opportunity is calling, and I gotta see where it's gonna lead me.
Now all I gotta do is shake this stinkin' cold, and I'll be truly champing at the bit!
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
(...)
I've been sick to my stomach all day. To find out a tragedy such as friends of mine losing a child to a perfect calamity leaves me terribly sad. And I can't even cry about it.
When I was sick, they were there for the highs and lows. Although he was my mom's boss, he was aware of all that I was going through. And when I completed my treatments, his band played at the party my mom threw for me.
Here we are, just over 8 years later, and though I haven't seen him and his wife in quite a while, I hold them close in my heart.
I am horrified and deeply saddened that such a cruel turn of events has befallen them. Wonderful people, they are, and truly undeserving of such sadness in their lives.
I truly hope that the lesson that needs to be learned as a result of this is a good one, because it's just grossly cruel. Although my eyes cannot cry, I feel like my heart weeps.
Whether you knew it or not, young man, you touched many lives. Godspeed to ye, laddie.
I've been sick to my stomach all day. To find out a tragedy such as friends of mine losing a child to a perfect calamity leaves me terribly sad. And I can't even cry about it.
When I was sick, they were there for the highs and lows. Although he was my mom's boss, he was aware of all that I was going through. And when I completed my treatments, his band played at the party my mom threw for me.
Here we are, just over 8 years later, and though I haven't seen him and his wife in quite a while, I hold them close in my heart.
I am horrified and deeply saddened that such a cruel turn of events has befallen them. Wonderful people, they are, and truly undeserving of such sadness in their lives.
I truly hope that the lesson that needs to be learned as a result of this is a good one, because it's just grossly cruel. Although my eyes cannot cry, I feel like my heart weeps.
Whether you knew it or not, young man, you touched many lives. Godspeed to ye, laddie.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
January 23, 2011
When Sheryl and I started dating, I was broke and out of a job. When my birthday rolled around, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I usually don't want anything, but that year, I REALLY wanted to see Wilco perform at the Meadowbrook Music Theatre. Sheryl got us tickets, and I had an absolute blast.
That concert helped me understand how deeply Sheryl loved me. When I look back on concerts, that one fills me with down-to-Earth good feelings. It makes me feel warm and bubbly.
Tonight, I sit watching Wilco's "Ashes of American Flags" DVD, relaxing, sipping the Green Fairy. Sheryl is in bed and it's 9:20pm.
Our day was full. Our week was busy.
And tomorrow, my angel - my wife - celebrates her birthday. We'll be the same age for 6 months.
It wasn't a mistake that I put this DVD in. The way Sheryl made me feel on that birthday by taking me to see such an amazing show...
... is exactly how I want her to feel every day - not just her birthday.
So today we unofficially celebrated her birthday. And we did yesterday, too, having dinner with friends we hadn't seen since August. At a Mexican restaurant in Mexicantown. Following a Detroit Tigers game.
Following that theme, we went to Tigerfest today at Comerica Park. We had so much fun! Despite standing in line for two hours to get sourpuss (I say that with respect!) Jim Leyland's autograph, we had some crazy unexpected events happen, including me telling Don Kelly that I wasn't jealous that my wife had his ball in her hand! Go figure!
The fun Sheryl had today was definitely the fun that I had at the Wilco show. We have memories together of such great experiences that no one will ever be able to take from us, and that is truly special.
Just like my wife.
Punkin, on our wedding day, you promised to make me laugh every day. I promised to myself that you will always feel loved, and will always feel special. You have kept your promise, and I continue trying my best to keep mine.
I know you know that I love you, and I hope I never give you reason to question that.
Happy birthday, sweetheart. May every day be a mini Tigerfest. With fajitas and sangria. And good friends. And laughs and laughs and laughs.
And love, baby, love.
When Sheryl and I started dating, I was broke and out of a job. When my birthday rolled around, she asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I usually don't want anything, but that year, I REALLY wanted to see Wilco perform at the Meadowbrook Music Theatre. Sheryl got us tickets, and I had an absolute blast.
That concert helped me understand how deeply Sheryl loved me. When I look back on concerts, that one fills me with down-to-Earth good feelings. It makes me feel warm and bubbly.
Tonight, I sit watching Wilco's "Ashes of American Flags" DVD, relaxing, sipping the Green Fairy. Sheryl is in bed and it's 9:20pm.
Our day was full. Our week was busy.
And tomorrow, my angel - my wife - celebrates her birthday. We'll be the same age for 6 months.
It wasn't a mistake that I put this DVD in. The way Sheryl made me feel on that birthday by taking me to see such an amazing show...
... is exactly how I want her to feel every day - not just her birthday.
So today we unofficially celebrated her birthday. And we did yesterday, too, having dinner with friends we hadn't seen since August. At a Mexican restaurant in Mexicantown. Following a Detroit Tigers game.
Following that theme, we went to Tigerfest today at Comerica Park. We had so much fun! Despite standing in line for two hours to get sourpuss (I say that with respect!) Jim Leyland's autograph, we had some crazy unexpected events happen, including me telling Don Kelly that I wasn't jealous that my wife had his ball in her hand! Go figure!
The fun Sheryl had today was definitely the fun that I had at the Wilco show. We have memories together of such great experiences that no one will ever be able to take from us, and that is truly special.
Just like my wife.
Punkin, on our wedding day, you promised to make me laugh every day. I promised to myself that you will always feel loved, and will always feel special. You have kept your promise, and I continue trying my best to keep mine.
I know you know that I love you, and I hope I never give you reason to question that.
Happy birthday, sweetheart. May every day be a mini Tigerfest. With fajitas and sangria. And good friends. And laughs and laughs and laughs.
And love, baby, love.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Body parts
Bought my first ever bottle of the green fairy last night. I am always amazed by how legendary things seem less formidable when experienced - like absinthe and Neu Schwanstein...
Bought my first ever bottle of the green fairy last night. I am always amazed by how legendary things seem less formidable when experienced - like absinthe and Neu Schwanstein...
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
The Front
Coming home from an awesome vacation can be difficult. In many ways, you feel ready to jump back into the rat race and accomplish a lot. But on the other hand, you have grown accustomed to the awesome vacation life...
I would love to find that happy medium - a location in the rat race where I feel like me 100% of the time - and not someone the rat race makes me. And daily naps. I want daily naps on a daily basis.
I want to use my brain to accomplish great things - then spend a half hour or so in the hot tub.
I wonder what it would be like to mesh my personal desires with my professional desires. To call in sick when I need to catch up on reading Kurt Vonnegut, or feel like riding my bike instead.
I wonder what it would be like to have a money tree that only me and my family and friends can have access to. And since I've crossed the reality border paragraphs ago, the money tree must regrow its leaves within a week.
That would be sweet.
And then I could go wherever I want - which right now means someplace that my hands and feet are not constantly cold and my wine is not my whine...
Coming home from an awesome vacation can be difficult. In many ways, you feel ready to jump back into the rat race and accomplish a lot. But on the other hand, you have grown accustomed to the awesome vacation life...
I would love to find that happy medium - a location in the rat race where I feel like me 100% of the time - and not someone the rat race makes me. And daily naps. I want daily naps on a daily basis.
I want to use my brain to accomplish great things - then spend a half hour or so in the hot tub.
I wonder what it would be like to mesh my personal desires with my professional desires. To call in sick when I need to catch up on reading Kurt Vonnegut, or feel like riding my bike instead.
I wonder what it would be like to have a money tree that only me and my family and friends can have access to. And since I've crossed the reality border paragraphs ago, the money tree must regrow its leaves within a week.
That would be sweet.
And then I could go wherever I want - which right now means someplace that my hands and feet are not constantly cold and my wine is not my whine...
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Years' End
Last night, Sheryl and I got home from our grand vacation.
Two weeks ago, we drove down to Hollywood, Florida via Huntersville, NC. We relaxed, hung out, then headed down to Key West, which was a big highlight for me. I love the Keys so much - they bring back so many positive memories for me.
After the Keys, we went back to Hollywood, and eventually left for Charleston, SC. We're looking to move down South, so visiting Charleston was a little more than just sightseeing.
Oh, and there was Georgie, too.
Georgie the ghost apparently haunted the B&B we stayed in. Nice. I'm such a sissy with that stuff, and Sheryl milked it to no end.
Ultimately, there was no Georgie sighting, and all was well.
The trip home was long - we were essentially on the road for 17 hours, but we got home before the ball dropped in Times Square.
And now we look at the new year. 2011. It seems like just yesterday it was 2010.
I can't wait to see what great things 2011 will bring!
Over the weekend, I need to make sure I'm ready.
Happy new year, everyone!
Last night, Sheryl and I got home from our grand vacation.
Two weeks ago, we drove down to Hollywood, Florida via Huntersville, NC. We relaxed, hung out, then headed down to Key West, which was a big highlight for me. I love the Keys so much - they bring back so many positive memories for me.
After the Keys, we went back to Hollywood, and eventually left for Charleston, SC. We're looking to move down South, so visiting Charleston was a little more than just sightseeing.
Oh, and there was Georgie, too.
Georgie the ghost apparently haunted the B&B we stayed in. Nice. I'm such a sissy with that stuff, and Sheryl milked it to no end.
Ultimately, there was no Georgie sighting, and all was well.
The trip home was long - we were essentially on the road for 17 hours, but we got home before the ball dropped in Times Square.
And now we look at the new year. 2011. It seems like just yesterday it was 2010.
I can't wait to see what great things 2011 will bring!
Over the weekend, I need to make sure I'm ready.
Happy new year, everyone!
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