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I’ve never been a consistent poster. After Wendy died, it left me in a funk. The world is just not a fair place. Baby boy is healthy and Dad is fun to watch and listen to. All the stories both good and sad. He gave me a picture the other day of Baby boy. Cute little pudgy guy. I keep it where I can see it.
I ran into one of her other friends and they said they saw her. They saw her get onto an elevator. Of course, it was someone who looked just like her. But still the same, we keep having Wendy sightings. Where ever she is, I hope she keeps smiling and knows she is missed.
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Life is not fair. It never was meant to be, my mother would shout at me.
If you recognize something about yourself, a foible, a defect, does that mean its okay to be okay with it?
My friend, who has been a manager for eons, was sent to class to be a manager. The government in its infinite wisdom felt that every “new” manager needs to receive training. Poor guy. He hates all “the new age touchy-feeling crap”. As part of his training, they had him answer 26 questions. They analyzed his 26 answers and came up with a personality profile. Basically called him an anal retentive prick. He knows he’s picky on details. He knows he has almost impossible standards for himself and stresses out over details. But his job demands he be that way. He realizes this about himself and makes sure he doesn’t inflict this on his employees. The poor man had to sit through a lecture on how he needed to watch out for this behavior and that if he didn’t watch it he would be a bad manager. All this from 26 questions. Pages and pages of pop psychology.
My tax dollars at work.
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Just what is the appropriate etiquette for cell phone usage in a bathroom anyways?
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I have my best thoughts in the shower. I let my mind write things. Go over the day’s tasks, things I need to accomplish. Somehow, just like the steam, it all flits away when I step out onto the cold tile floor.
I’m a little disgruntled with life lately. Not sure what is causing my restlessness. Some would probably tell me to go to a doctor and medicate my cares away. Others would tell me to get over myself. And yet others would just laugh at my concerns.
Maybe turning a year older and having a sucky birthday was the capper on my gloominess. I am constantly amazed with my SO and his lack of understanding. He either doesn’t care or is just down-right stupid about some things. He’s given up on making me feel attractive or needed. We just exist. Comfortably, but just exist together.
Halloween has come and gone. The pumpkins are still out everywhere and the trees are starting to catch up with an angry will, dropping leaves in bushels. I can hear the trees sigh and whomph!, all the leaves are on the ground. The acorns bomb the house at all hours of the day and night. You haven’t lived until a 100 foot oak tree drops a few acorns into your truck bed at 3 in the morning.
Maybe I’ll wander out of this in-be-tweeness sometime.
Ciao
Ever get Vacation Blues in the middle of your vacation? Just got back from the beach. The best weather we’ve ever had. The house was magnificent. The company so-so. The food tremendous as always. But about half way through the week, I found myself getting the blues. I fought back with a flurry of activity.
We had so much potential in the house. My SO was crabbing about all the stuff I brought along. But when you go to the beach in October you have to be prepared for August or November weather. I had puzzles, tons of books, and a big box of movies. The house had a to-die for media room. Not a TV or home theatre system, but a media room with a 100″ screen, surround-sound, multi-level seating, and complete blackout curtains. I wanted one.
The owner called on Sunday to let us know we had the complete NFL Ticket and just about every channel on Satellite known to man….
Kinda’ getting why it got depressing coming home today?
This vacation also was a first for me in that I turned off my blackberry… Off I say. Not peep or ignore, but completely off, delete the email off. Frightening at first, but liberating!
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Thoughts of an Old Fart 