You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘Life’ category.
I just saw the ultimate comb over. A pony tail. I had to stop myself from staring. I was like a deer in the headlights. Oh my god! You could see how each strand was pulled back and then slicked in place. Wow the time and the artistry… hehehe…
Ciao
I’ve been thinking about this for a while now. Every year I make the usual resolutions. Like lose weight. Be a better person. Get organized. Too general, I guess cause they never seem to pan out. This year I determined to be a bit different. Maybe have some baby-step goals and see where it leads me. So here are my resolutions for 2007.
1. Write at least once a week. I feel my knowledge of the English language is disappearing. Nouns seem to float by without any connections. I often come up with words that start with the same sound and mutter on. It gets embarrassing when you can describe every attribute of something almost down to its molecular level, but yet can’t come up with it’s proper name. So maybe the act of writing will help blow some of the cobwebs out of the attic.
2. Be more healthy. Not just lose weight, but actually do things that are health smart. Go see the doctor. Get a physical. Get more sleep. Eat 3 meals a day. Stop the junk food raids in the kitchen. Walk. Take the steps. Little things like that. Even plan to get a bike in the spring. I do not and will not focus on loosing weight. I hate how everyone goes on fad diets and becomes a food zealot not only watching what they eat, but what you eat as well.
3. Get some education. Take some classes in things I want to learn whether they are part of my job or not. If I want to take a course in under-water-basket-weaving, then so be it.
4. Record one year of books. I want to see how much and what I read.
5. Take more bubble baths. I got the tub, I need to use it. Guess this falls under taking time out for me.
Let’s see how far I get. Happy New Year. May 2007 be better than 2006.
Ciao
“I coulda’ killed you. You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t of hit my brakes.” Words no one should hear after flashing lights and siren pull you over in the dark. I’m still a little shocked after the incident.
I always wondered what it would be like to have the authority to pull over someone who “failed to yield the right-away”. Us mere mortals, only get to yell, flip, and drive on muttering. But as a Police Officer, you get to do an illegal U-turn, almost cause an accident, and terrorize helpless civilians.
I guess I should be grateful that after I made a stupid call in judgement, after a distracted moment, I got off with a warning. The little snot declared that if he had given me a ticket, I would have lost my license and just “what the hell was I doing in his state anyways”.
I’ve been thinking about this for several days now and can come up with no reason why he was so angry, hostile, and down-right scary rude. He had the gun. I didn’t say anything. I told him what I was doing as he shined his flashlight in my eyes. I made no sudden movements. I just don’t get it. He scared the bejeezus out of me and that makes me angry.
After he drove off, I made it to a well-lit place, pulled over, and indulged in a small nervous breakdown. I still had several hours of night-driving yet to get home.
Was he having a bad day? Was he annoyed? I didn’t know it was any of his business what I was doing in ‘his state’. Maybe he was pissed I scared him? I just don’t get it.
Seems there isn’t anything in the house I won’t fight with.
Friday night saw me rumbling with the washing machine, begging the vacuum cleaner to just suck up some dirt, and hassling the fridge to speed up on the ice making.
We were hosting the monthly poker party. Two tables. Munchies, drinks, and bring your own chairs. Tradition continued with the host loosing the most and me snickering off in the corner.
Saturday saw me take on a pinball machine and loose. I have the bruises to show for it. I didn’t so much as drop the machine as lead it in a controlled fall to the floor with me under it. The silly thing actually punched me in the jaw. I can just imagine explaining the lovely full techno-color bruises to my co-workers. Not to mention the swollen jaw. I’ll be getting a few concerned looks and the number to the nearest battered woman’s shelter.
Today the vacuum cleaner just wouldn’t work. It seems it took offense to the combo of long hair and new carpet. After 45 minutes and parts all over the front porch, it was clean. Carpet fuzz all over me, but at least the machine was happy.
I won’t even go into the Battle of the Clogged Drain. It makes my SO gag. I just pulled about 2 feet of stuff out of the shower drain. What a wuss…
Life goes on.
Ciao
Did you survive? Friday the 13th seems to bring out the hind brain in people. Goose bumps? The little hairs on your arms a-tingle? Going around ladders instead of under them? Did you drive a little more carefully?
Thoughts of an Old Fart 