Wednesday, May 24, 2006
D-DAY IS HERE...
Well, folks (or anyone that happens to ever read this, whether you be plant, animal, or insect), this is it for me, for a while. I probably won't have another post until around June 7th or so. Supposedly I'm supposed to be back to work on that date. We'll see what happens!!
I'm taking a notebook with me, so if I happen upon any good material, I'll be sure to write it down. I'm sure something amusing will happen before the wedding even gets here, so I know I'll have something to write about. After all, we're going to play some golf on Friday, and that, in and of itself, will be comical. My golf clubs haven't even seen the light of day in nearly three years, if that tells you anything.
I believe I've got all of my affairs in order before I leave. Wow! That sounds more like I'm preparing for my funeral than wedding? That's not the case though. I just knew that I wouldn't be back here before the 5th of June, when my rent is due, so I had to take care of that. I also had to cut a check for my electric bill. Lord knows I don't want to get back here and have my power cut off. That would be a pretty bad start to a marriage. I think Adrianne might get a little upset about it. She doesn't like it when I pay the bills two days after I get them. We differ a lot in that respect. I could care less about paying them, in general, so I always send them in at the last minute, whereas she'll send them in the day she gets them. I've tried to explain that they're just making money off of her money, by sending them in so early, but she doesn't want to listen. In other words, I'll be letting her handle all of the bill payments!
I sat down yesterday, here at work, and typed out all of my notes to my groomsmen. I know, I should've been working, but I've got too many other things rattling around in my head. Anyway, I'd been thinking about each person's for almost two weeks now, and was finally able to put my "fingers to the keyboard" (it used to be known as "putting pen to paper"). A few of them were actually very sentimental and borderline mushy. A couple others were just funny, well, to me anyway. The last couple were just basically "Thanks". What do you say when you really don't know one of your groomsmen?
For all but one of them I actually transcribed my thoughts on to a card. I feel sorry for the poor saps that have to try to decipher my writing. Believe me, you'd much rather have me type something to you, regardless of how impersonal it is! However, for one of my two best men, I had to actually type it out. Originally it was in 12 point font and ran over to two pages. I shrunk it down to 10 point and got it all on one page. I made sure to handwrite a little note on the card too, just so he knows I wasn't just lazy! That one is actually the most mushy, and I probably wouldn't have been able to handwrite it out without shedding a tear or two. Again, yes, I'm a big wussy. I know already!
You have to understand that I was raised in a house with mostly women for my formidable years. It's not like I have a choice in the matter. Adrianne and her friend, Camille, have even stated that I could easily be gay, if it wasn't for the whole liking women, sexually, thing. They're partially right. I do have more pairs of shoes than Adrianne. I have a more expansive wardrobe also. I've invested wisely in my fashions over the years, and believe, when it's important, to look nice. Yes, I wear shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops around a lot, but just ask me to clean up for some event, and you'll see the best dressed honkey in the joint! I just decide to dress down because I have a uniform I wear all week to work. Yes, a suit, collared shirt, tie, and dress shoes does make a uniform!
However, being a man who has some feminine characteristics isn't a bad thing. I usually do well in picking out clothes for women. I have a knack for cooking up some marvelous shit to make your mouth water in the kitchen. I can do my own laundry and I only iron my clothes. I'm a master house-cleaner, when I want to be (which is rare).
On the flip side... I have a tendency to be a little softy every now and then. I rarely cry, however, and can show absolutely no emotion, even when I'm dying inside. So, if you happen to be at the wedding this weekend, and I'm crying like a little girl when I see Adrianne for the first time, just blame it on my Mom and Sis. They did it to me.
(Have a great couple of weeks without me! I won't be thinking about you while I'm on the beach in Mexico, drinking fruity cocktails, and enjoying some time with my new wife!)
Well, folks (or anyone that happens to ever read this, whether you be plant, animal, or insect), this is it for me, for a while. I probably won't have another post until around June 7th or so. Supposedly I'm supposed to be back to work on that date. We'll see what happens!!
I'm taking a notebook with me, so if I happen upon any good material, I'll be sure to write it down. I'm sure something amusing will happen before the wedding even gets here, so I know I'll have something to write about. After all, we're going to play some golf on Friday, and that, in and of itself, will be comical. My golf clubs haven't even seen the light of day in nearly three years, if that tells you anything.
I believe I've got all of my affairs in order before I leave. Wow! That sounds more like I'm preparing for my funeral than wedding? That's not the case though. I just knew that I wouldn't be back here before the 5th of June, when my rent is due, so I had to take care of that. I also had to cut a check for my electric bill. Lord knows I don't want to get back here and have my power cut off. That would be a pretty bad start to a marriage. I think Adrianne might get a little upset about it. She doesn't like it when I pay the bills two days after I get them. We differ a lot in that respect. I could care less about paying them, in general, so I always send them in at the last minute, whereas she'll send them in the day she gets them. I've tried to explain that they're just making money off of her money, by sending them in so early, but she doesn't want to listen. In other words, I'll be letting her handle all of the bill payments!
I sat down yesterday, here at work, and typed out all of my notes to my groomsmen. I know, I should've been working, but I've got too many other things rattling around in my head. Anyway, I'd been thinking about each person's for almost two weeks now, and was finally able to put my "fingers to the keyboard" (it used to be known as "putting pen to paper"). A few of them were actually very sentimental and borderline mushy. A couple others were just funny, well, to me anyway. The last couple were just basically "Thanks". What do you say when you really don't know one of your groomsmen?
For all but one of them I actually transcribed my thoughts on to a card. I feel sorry for the poor saps that have to try to decipher my writing. Believe me, you'd much rather have me type something to you, regardless of how impersonal it is! However, for one of my two best men, I had to actually type it out. Originally it was in 12 point font and ran over to two pages. I shrunk it down to 10 point and got it all on one page. I made sure to handwrite a little note on the card too, just so he knows I wasn't just lazy! That one is actually the most mushy, and I probably wouldn't have been able to handwrite it out without shedding a tear or two. Again, yes, I'm a big wussy. I know already!
You have to understand that I was raised in a house with mostly women for my formidable years. It's not like I have a choice in the matter. Adrianne and her friend, Camille, have even stated that I could easily be gay, if it wasn't for the whole liking women, sexually, thing. They're partially right. I do have more pairs of shoes than Adrianne. I have a more expansive wardrobe also. I've invested wisely in my fashions over the years, and believe, when it's important, to look nice. Yes, I wear shorts, t-shirts, and flip flops around a lot, but just ask me to clean up for some event, and you'll see the best dressed honkey in the joint! I just decide to dress down because I have a uniform I wear all week to work. Yes, a suit, collared shirt, tie, and dress shoes does make a uniform!
However, being a man who has some feminine characteristics isn't a bad thing. I usually do well in picking out clothes for women. I have a knack for cooking up some marvelous shit to make your mouth water in the kitchen. I can do my own laundry and I only iron my clothes. I'm a master house-cleaner, when I want to be (which is rare).
On the flip side... I have a tendency to be a little softy every now and then. I rarely cry, however, and can show absolutely no emotion, even when I'm dying inside. So, if you happen to be at the wedding this weekend, and I'm crying like a little girl when I see Adrianne for the first time, just blame it on my Mom and Sis. They did it to me.
(Have a great couple of weeks without me! I won't be thinking about you while I'm on the beach in Mexico, drinking fruity cocktails, and enjoying some time with my new wife!)
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST...
If I can successfully make it here at work for another day, plus what's left of today, then I'll be well on my way toward getting married this Saturday. The sad thing is that I'm sitting here at work, but not doing any work, nor even thinking about doing any. I brought several things with me from home to work on today. I've got a list for a list, if that makes any sense.
Today I've got to write out my notes to my groomsmen, which I've been pondering over for almost a week now. I know exactly the things I want to write to a few of them, which is no problem. I've got a couple that are a little more difficult, unless I just want to say "Hey, thanks for standing up there with me", which I won't do. I've never had a problem talking, so I shouldn't have any problems this time around. I just need to get the juices flowing.
I made a list of everything that I needed to pack over the weekend, then set all of the clothes out in a neat, orderly manner. Yes, I know I'm anal, and possibly a little obsessive compulsive. Anyway, I made my list on a normal piece of paper, and if you don't know me, my handwriting is atrocious! So, I brought my list here to work so that I could transfer it over to a spreadsheet that's nice and clean. I've already packed most everything, sans the shirts and pants that I've ironed, since they'd be in horrible shape by tomorrow night, if I would've packed them on Saturday, when I did everything else. I have a huge duffelbag that I use as my suitcase, and it's about half full, right now. I don't know how much room the rest of my clothes will take, but it doesn't look like we're going to have a lot of extra room to bring stuff back, or so you would think.
In my infinite wisdom I have decided to take a smaller, carry on duffelbag with me on my flight to Evansville tomorrow night. That way, I can empty it out and stuff it in my big bag, so we can take it to Mexico. Now, we'll have a bag to put our goodies in!! Yaay!! I'm so smart, right? Yeah, something like that!
Okay, back to present thinking... Last night I went to the tanning bed for my last trip prior to the wedding. I will say this, Colonel Sanders doesn't have shit on the folks at Sunsations down in Southaven Mississippi. They fried me up like a lean piece of dark meat. Yes, I got burned to a crisp last night. I finished up my monthly visits to the regular bed, so I bought a few visits to the stand up bed, thinking it would help fill in a couple of spots. Well, it did all that, and a little more. For the first time, since my first trip, my face got burned. The back sides of my biceps and elbows got deep fried also. Today isn't really happy day for me, and sleep wasn't too great last night, since I had to find a comfortable position for my burned places, which also allowed me to breathe. Yes, breathing is important while unconscious.
After I left the fry zone, I went to my favorite place in the whole, wide world... Hell-Mart. I only had two singles and about eighty cents in change, and since I didn't want to use my debit card for anything under five dollars, I had to keep my shopping list very, very short. Actually, I had planned on only buying three things anyway, so it worked out. I needed two apples to get me through the rest of my week here in Memphis, then I wanted a couple of bananas (I just feel so much better about myself when I eat fruit for snacks instead of junk food), and one small thing of peach yogurt. I got my apples and banana first, no problem, then came the difficult decision. Yoplait or Wal-Mart Brand? Hmm... Yoplait costs fifty cents, while Wal-mart is thirty-three cents. I tried to tally up my total shopping expenditures in my head, and I came out to just over two dollars total, since I didn't know the exact weight of my apples or bananas (I wanted to be sure to guess higher than the true value, sort of like "The Price is Right"). I decided, just to be safe, that I'd get the Wal-Mart brand. It still tastes good, just not as good as Yoplait.
So, I get my few goodies and head to the "10 Items or Less" line. If you didn't read about my last expedition to Wal-Mart, and my sister's comments about it, then what I'm going to say next won't mean much. Anyway, the women in front of me must have been storing up "points" for months, because she had to have 25 to 30 items on the conveyor belt. I will give her credit though, she turned around to ask me if I'd like to go ahead of her, since she went over the limit. I replied politely "No thank you. I'm not in any hurry." The guy checking her out wasn't as happy about it though. When she finished up, he looked at me as if to say "These freakin' idiots! Don't they see the sign says "10 Items or Less"?". I just smiled and asked how he was doing tonight. I was obviously doing better than he was, but I didn't rub it in or anything. I was just sure to say "Have a great night!". (I learned that from one of my buddies over at Hilltopper Haven. She always says to "kill 'em with kindness", and I trust her on that one.) Oh, and my total $2.17, so I had a little change left over.
Anyway, I had an action packed dream last night. I think it makes up for me not watching any TV lately. Who needs TV when your brain can make up even more elaborate stories?
My dream: I'm in Newburgh, Indiana, but it's not really Newburgh. I'm
actually in some rural area, but people keep telling me I have to get back to Newburgh. I buy a 12-pack of Miller Lite and I'm trying get wherever it is I'm going. I'm also carrying a black coat, and a bag from some store. Somehow I end up walking through the lobby of a cinema where there are a ton of rednecks with mullets (it reminds me of when I was in high school, circa early 90's) being, well, rednecks. They're picking fights with anyone that isn't one of their buddies, and then they spot me.
I've got the black coat covering the beer, and I'm just trying to make my way to the front door without any problems. They keep yapping in my direction and end up coming over and kind of pushing on me. I just keep heading to the front door. I can see it not too far off. It ends up that one of the rednecks is a guy I went to high school with. I believe his name is Brandon Keith (that's what I tell myself anyway). I never really liked or disliked him, but he was known to be an asshole. He's trying to pick a fight with me, but I'm not taking the bait.
I finally make it outside and he's still hounding me. Somehow he knocks the black coat away and sees the beer I have. He starts yelling something, but I can't recall. Then, out of nowhere, there is a big, old, white Oldsmobile (early 80's Delta 88 style) swerving and driving all crazy right in front of us in the parking lot. Then we see a cop chasing them, but it's not really a cop. It's one of those mall security cars or something. The cop can't drive for shit either. The Olds is weaving and pulling U-turns and is easily getting away from the cop. After a U-turn, the Olds hits the gas and a maroon Cadillac pulls out in front of them. It hits the Caddy right in the rear passenger side quarter panel, but doesn't really slow them down. The Caddy gets out of the way, and the Olds takes off again.
Finally, I look at Brandon and tell him "Dude, we gotta get out of here! Something bad is going to happen! Can you see my car?" I'm looking around but can't find it anywhere. He signals me to come with him, since his truck is parked almost right in front of us. We run over to it and I'm trying to figure out how to get in. His truck is a lowered, white Semi, if that makes any sense at all. He had the top chopped too. It's really a piece of shit, but I'm happy to not be outside, in case gun fire starts up.
We drive around the parking lot looking for my car. We get out of his truck and start walking toward where the cops have somewhere around 12 to 15 Mexicans lined up along a wall. I have a flashback of the guys driving the car, and I swear that they were black, not Mexican, but who knows. As we're walking, I'm hitting the "panic" button on my car alarm, which should help me find it quicker. However, it makes some other car alarms go off. Specifically, there are two Honda CRX's that have their alarms going off. Some guy is standing by one and yells "Please!! Turn it off!" I hit the "panic" button again, and the alarm stops wailing.
We get past that car and Brandon walks up to three Hispanic guys standing near the other Mexicans. He talks to them a little bit in a language I can't understand, then turns and tells me "Yeah, all of those guys are in the Mexican Mafia. They're mostly just thugs, underbosses, and slave traders." He turns back to the three guys and talks a little more, then they all start walking away.
I look at the guys and say "You all aren't in the 'line-up'?". They just kind of look at me and we all walk off together. Then I wake up.
What it means? Oh geez!! Where to begin? Well, I guess I've never opined about my affinity for a beautiful mullet, have I? Well, that's a whole other story, but they do make me smile, as tacky as they are. I love this website, devoted to those that are devoted to their hairstyle.
I think my dream is made up of a lot of things. First, and foremost, I ate some spicy BBQ chicken last night with some red beans and rice. I had the last of my four pack of Samuel Smith's Nut Brown Ales too. It was my reward for getting below my target weight. Yes, I weighed in at 197.6 yesterday morning. However, I guess I overdid it last night, because I was back at 200.0 this morning. Regardless, I was at my target weight, and I look like I've lost some weight, not to mention my pants are fitting a lot looser than they used to (I'm chalking that up to the Ab Lounge).
Wow, I got way off course. Back to my dream... I'm not sure what the black coat symbolizes, but I know why I would try to conceal my liquid refreshments from a pack of idiot rednecks. That doesn't take a lot of brain usage.
As for the cinema? It's a place where people go, so maybe I wanted to be around people. I'd better tell myself now though, "Be careful what you wish for!", because I'm going to get that this weekend, hopefully. On a side note, I really do hope we have a lot of people come to our wedding. Moreso for Adrianne than myself. She doesn't like to be the center of attention, and I know how beautiful she will be. I see it everytime I see her, but many people never get to see how beautiful she is, so I want all of them to remember her at least this one day.
I have no clue what the car driving action outside was all about. Maybe I'm missing some action in my life (via not watching TV, because this scene was straight outta TV land)? Maybe it was just the spicy BBQ? I know what it's doing to my tummy this morning!!
I know I'm skipping around a lot, and I'm doing a horrible job of deciphering my dream, but I'm kind of rushed for time. I need to go run and get our department's assistant a gift certificate to get her nails done from down the street, as well as run to Walgreens to pick up my prescriptions for the trip. Then I need to... The list goes on and on.
The last thing I'll discuss is the "Mexican Mafia". I know where that came from. We're getting excited about our honeymoon in the Mayan Riviera. We'll be staying at the El Dorado Royale resort, about 30 miles south of Cancun. I can't wait!! Finally, a true vacation!
If I can successfully make it here at work for another day, plus what's left of today, then I'll be well on my way toward getting married this Saturday. The sad thing is that I'm sitting here at work, but not doing any work, nor even thinking about doing any. I brought several things with me from home to work on today. I've got a list for a list, if that makes any sense.
Today I've got to write out my notes to my groomsmen, which I've been pondering over for almost a week now. I know exactly the things I want to write to a few of them, which is no problem. I've got a couple that are a little more difficult, unless I just want to say "Hey, thanks for standing up there with me", which I won't do. I've never had a problem talking, so I shouldn't have any problems this time around. I just need to get the juices flowing.
I made a list of everything that I needed to pack over the weekend, then set all of the clothes out in a neat, orderly manner. Yes, I know I'm anal, and possibly a little obsessive compulsive. Anyway, I made my list on a normal piece of paper, and if you don't know me, my handwriting is atrocious! So, I brought my list here to work so that I could transfer it over to a spreadsheet that's nice and clean. I've already packed most everything, sans the shirts and pants that I've ironed, since they'd be in horrible shape by tomorrow night, if I would've packed them on Saturday, when I did everything else. I have a huge duffelbag that I use as my suitcase, and it's about half full, right now. I don't know how much room the rest of my clothes will take, but it doesn't look like we're going to have a lot of extra room to bring stuff back, or so you would think.
In my infinite wisdom I have decided to take a smaller, carry on duffelbag with me on my flight to Evansville tomorrow night. That way, I can empty it out and stuff it in my big bag, so we can take it to Mexico. Now, we'll have a bag to put our goodies in!! Yaay!! I'm so smart, right? Yeah, something like that!
Okay, back to present thinking... Last night I went to the tanning bed for my last trip prior to the wedding. I will say this, Colonel Sanders doesn't have shit on the folks at Sunsations down in Southaven Mississippi. They fried me up like a lean piece of dark meat. Yes, I got burned to a crisp last night. I finished up my monthly visits to the regular bed, so I bought a few visits to the stand up bed, thinking it would help fill in a couple of spots. Well, it did all that, and a little more. For the first time, since my first trip, my face got burned. The back sides of my biceps and elbows got deep fried also. Today isn't really happy day for me, and sleep wasn't too great last night, since I had to find a comfortable position for my burned places, which also allowed me to breathe. Yes, breathing is important while unconscious.
After I left the fry zone, I went to my favorite place in the whole, wide world... Hell-Mart. I only had two singles and about eighty cents in change, and since I didn't want to use my debit card for anything under five dollars, I had to keep my shopping list very, very short. Actually, I had planned on only buying three things anyway, so it worked out. I needed two apples to get me through the rest of my week here in Memphis, then I wanted a couple of bananas (I just feel so much better about myself when I eat fruit for snacks instead of junk food), and one small thing of peach yogurt. I got my apples and banana first, no problem, then came the difficult decision. Yoplait or Wal-Mart Brand? Hmm... Yoplait costs fifty cents, while Wal-mart is thirty-three cents. I tried to tally up my total shopping expenditures in my head, and I came out to just over two dollars total, since I didn't know the exact weight of my apples or bananas (I wanted to be sure to guess higher than the true value, sort of like "The Price is Right"). I decided, just to be safe, that I'd get the Wal-Mart brand. It still tastes good, just not as good as Yoplait.
So, I get my few goodies and head to the "10 Items or Less" line. If you didn't read about my last expedition to Wal-Mart, and my sister's comments about it, then what I'm going to say next won't mean much. Anyway, the women in front of me must have been storing up "points" for months, because she had to have 25 to 30 items on the conveyor belt. I will give her credit though, she turned around to ask me if I'd like to go ahead of her, since she went over the limit. I replied politely "No thank you. I'm not in any hurry." The guy checking her out wasn't as happy about it though. When she finished up, he looked at me as if to say "These freakin' idiots! Don't they see the sign says "10 Items or Less"?". I just smiled and asked how he was doing tonight. I was obviously doing better than he was, but I didn't rub it in or anything. I was just sure to say "Have a great night!". (I learned that from one of my buddies over at Hilltopper Haven. She always says to "kill 'em with kindness", and I trust her on that one.) Oh, and my total $2.17, so I had a little change left over.
Anyway, I had an action packed dream last night. I think it makes up for me not watching any TV lately. Who needs TV when your brain can make up even more elaborate stories?
My dream: I'm in Newburgh, Indiana, but it's not really Newburgh. I'm
actually in some rural area, but people keep telling me I have to get back to Newburgh. I buy a 12-pack of Miller Lite and I'm trying get wherever it is I'm going. I'm also carrying a black coat, and a bag from some store. Somehow I end up walking through the lobby of a cinema where there are a ton of rednecks with mullets (it reminds me of when I was in high school, circa early 90's) being, well, rednecks. They're picking fights with anyone that isn't one of their buddies, and then they spot me.I've got the black coat covering the beer, and I'm just trying to make my way to the front door without any problems. They keep yapping in my direction and end up coming over and kind of pushing on me. I just keep heading to the front door. I can see it not too far off. It ends up that one of the rednecks is a guy I went to high school with. I believe his name is Brandon Keith (that's what I tell myself anyway). I never really liked or disliked him, but he was known to be an asshole. He's trying to pick a fight with me, but I'm not taking the bait.
I finally make it outside and he's still hounding me. Somehow he knocks the black coat away and sees the beer I have. He starts yelling something, but I can't recall. Then, out of nowhere, there is a big, old, white Oldsmobile (early 80's Delta 88 style) swerving and driving all crazy right in front of us in the parking lot. Then we see a cop chasing them, but it's not really a cop. It's one of those mall security cars or something. The cop can't drive for shit either. The Olds is weaving and pulling U-turns and is easily getting away from the cop. After a U-turn, the Olds hits the gas and a maroon Cadillac pulls out in front of them. It hits the Caddy right in the rear passenger side quarter panel, but doesn't really slow them down. The Caddy gets out of the way, and the Olds takes off again.
Finally, I look at Brandon and tell him "Dude, we gotta get out of here! Something bad is going to happen! Can you see my car?" I'm looking around but can't find it anywhere. He signals me to come with him, since his truck is parked almost right in front of us. We run over to it and I'm trying to figure out how to get in. His truck is a lowered, white Semi, if that makes any sense at all. He had the top chopped too. It's really a piece of shit, but I'm happy to not be outside, in case gun fire starts up.
We drive around the parking lot looking for my car. We get out of his truck and start walking toward where the cops have somewhere around 12 to 15 Mexicans lined up along a wall. I have a flashback of the guys driving the car, and I swear that they were black, not Mexican, but who knows. As we're walking, I'm hitting the "panic" button on my car alarm, which should help me find it quicker. However, it makes some other car alarms go off. Specifically, there are two Honda CRX's that have their alarms going off. Some guy is standing by one and yells "Please!! Turn it off!" I hit the "panic" button again, and the alarm stops wailing.
We get past that car and Brandon walks up to three Hispanic guys standing near the other Mexicans. He talks to them a little bit in a language I can't understand, then turns and tells me "Yeah, all of those guys are in the Mexican Mafia. They're mostly just thugs, underbosses, and slave traders." He turns back to the three guys and talks a little more, then they all start walking away.
I look at the guys and say "You all aren't in the 'line-up'?". They just kind of look at me and we all walk off together. Then I wake up.
What it means? Oh geez!! Where to begin? Well, I guess I've never opined about my affinity for a beautiful mullet, have I? Well, that's a whole other story, but they do make me smile, as tacky as they are. I love this website, devoted to those that are devoted to their hairstyle.
I think my dream is made up of a lot of things. First, and foremost, I ate some spicy BBQ chicken last night with some red beans and rice. I had the last of my four pack of Samuel Smith's Nut Brown Ales too. It was my reward for getting below my target weight. Yes, I weighed in at 197.6 yesterday morning. However, I guess I overdid it last night, because I was back at 200.0 this morning. Regardless, I was at my target weight, and I look like I've lost some weight, not to mention my pants are fitting a lot looser than they used to (I'm chalking that up to the Ab Lounge).
Wow, I got way off course. Back to my dream... I'm not sure what the black coat symbolizes, but I know why I would try to conceal my liquid refreshments from a pack of idiot rednecks. That doesn't take a lot of brain usage.
As for the cinema? It's a place where people go, so maybe I wanted to be around people. I'd better tell myself now though, "Be careful what you wish for!", because I'm going to get that this weekend, hopefully. On a side note, I really do hope we have a lot of people come to our wedding. Moreso for Adrianne than myself. She doesn't like to be the center of attention, and I know how beautiful she will be. I see it everytime I see her, but many people never get to see how beautiful she is, so I want all of them to remember her at least this one day.
I have no clue what the car driving action outside was all about. Maybe I'm missing some action in my life (via not watching TV, because this scene was straight outta TV land)? Maybe it was just the spicy BBQ? I know what it's doing to my tummy this morning!!
I know I'm skipping around a lot, and I'm doing a horrible job of deciphering my dream, but I'm kind of rushed for time. I need to go run and get our department's assistant a gift certificate to get her nails done from down the street, as well as run to Walgreens to pick up my prescriptions for the trip. Then I need to... The list goes on and on.
The last thing I'll discuss is the "Mexican Mafia". I know where that came from. We're getting excited about our honeymoon in the Mayan Riviera. We'll be staying at the El Dorado Royale resort, about 30 miles south of Cancun. I can't wait!! Finally, a true vacation!
Monday, May 22, 2006
I LOVE MOVIE QUOTES...
With that being said, here's my favorite that just happens to tie into things today... "No time for love Doctor Jones!" -- from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (great movie by the way!).
Yeah, that's my day, in a nutshell. I've been here since about 7:35, and I've actually been working since then. I took lunch at 12:40, and this is the first chance I've had to even think about opening up the internet. That's just how things work when you're getting ready to take nearly two weeks off. Yes, Wednesday is my last day here for a little while, and, thus, will be my last entry for just as long.
I had plenty of goings on this weekend, but don't really have the time to discuss them. I will say this, though, I had some crazy dreams, but was too lazy to write them down. One dream I specifically remember was a cartoon. My entire dream was a cartoon. I was a cartoon character, as was everyone else. I don't remember what happened in the dream, but I know it was a cartoon. Damn, I love cartoons.
So, I've gotta get back to the grindstone! The wedding week is upon us, and I've got a lot on my mind, so I'm trying to work, a lot, to help keep me from worrying too much.
With that being said, here's my favorite that just happens to tie into things today... "No time for love Doctor Jones!" -- from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (great movie by the way!).
Yeah, that's my day, in a nutshell. I've been here since about 7:35, and I've actually been working since then. I took lunch at 12:40, and this is the first chance I've had to even think about opening up the internet. That's just how things work when you're getting ready to take nearly two weeks off. Yes, Wednesday is my last day here for a little while, and, thus, will be my last entry for just as long.
I had plenty of goings on this weekend, but don't really have the time to discuss them. I will say this, though, I had some crazy dreams, but was too lazy to write them down. One dream I specifically remember was a cartoon. My entire dream was a cartoon. I was a cartoon character, as was everyone else. I don't remember what happened in the dream, but I know it was a cartoon. Damn, I love cartoons.
So, I've gotta get back to the grindstone! The wedding week is upon us, and I've got a lot on my mind, so I'm trying to work, a lot, to help keep me from worrying too much.
Friday, May 19, 2006
WELL, THE ROTATION IS SET...
Today I feel good again. Do you see how this is working? I'm exhausted one day and okay the next. I'm not going to do what I did the other day and brag about it though. I didn't play any silly mind games to help me rest. About the only thing I did different was stack my pillows up so my head was elevated a little more. I thought about the night where I woke up tired and figured out that I was sleeping pretty flat. So, I thought I'd sleep with my head up a little more, so maybe my breathing would benefit from it. I guess it worked?
I was wide awake at 6:22 this morning, but , of course, didn't truly get out of bed. I sat up and wrote down one of my dreams, then went to the bathroom. Sounds like a common occurrence, doesn't it? Then I crawled back into bed and actually told myself "You don't have to go back to sleep, but this way you'll at least get a little more rest before you have to go to work." Yeah, like twenty more minutes would do wonders if I was exhausted?
Anyway, I put my head back on my pillow and listened to my "waves" crashing in. About that time a spark went off in my head. "Ooh! I remember another dream!" I sit back up, grab my note pad (speaking of which, I need to get a bigger one. I've been writing on these 3.5" by 3.5" post-it notes for a while now, and I just can't get all of my heiroglyphs on one of them. Then I end up writing on two or three and it's just a big mess), and get to scribbling.
So, I have information on two of my dreams from last night. I've already forgotten which song I woke up with in my head though. As soon as I got up (at 7:08 am), I immediately turned on some tunes and hit up the Ab Lounge and did some curls. It's difficult to remember what song was in your head when you are rocking out to something else most of the morning. Such is life!
My dream #1: There is a lot of stuff that happened before we get to the main point, and I can't remember most of it. I know one part has me sitting at a crazy shaped table and I'm kind of by myself, where everyone else can see me. I've got a plate in front of me, but I'm back away from the table a little bit, and I've got my head down like I'm praying. I'm not praying, but I'm talking to myself, hoping for something, but I can't remember what. (This may have actually been a part of another dream, but, like I said, I don't remember much of it.)
The main point... It's just before our wedding and I'm talking with Adrianne about leaving right after the ceremony to go to someone else's wedding. I tell her that it shouldn't take too long, and I'd make it for most of the reception, so she shouldn't worry too much. We have our ceremony, but I don't remember it at all. I just know it happened.
It's around 6:30 in the evening and my stepfather is driving me to this other place. Instead of going straight to the other wedding we end up going to dinner at some fancy restaurant. It doesn't take us very long before we leave there. After dinner we're driving around, and he can't find the place where the wedding is. I finally say "Screw it! I've gotta get back to my wife!"
He drives like a maniac, but can't find his way back to the place where our reception was being held. I'm looking at my watch and it says that it's 9:30. I tell him "It's 9:30, and we're leaving the reception at 11:30. You've gotta get me back there!"
Finally, he comes to a screeching halt, and I can see where we got married across a field (for some reason we got married in a neighborhood. The place where the reception is being held looks just like a regular brick house, and it's located on some street with "Kingdom" in the name). He tells me "I don't know how to get over there, but if you get out and run across the field, you will be there in no time."
Of course, I immediately jump out of the car and take off running. However, it's like I don't know how to run. (**Warning: I'm not making fun of them, but just using it as an example**) I'm running like a kid at the Special Olympics. My arms are flailing wildly and my legs aren't doing like they're supposed to. I finally figure out how to run, so I pick up some speed. I see a ditch I have to cross, and as soon as I jump it Adrianne's Mom and Stepdad's dog, Dax, is there getting in my way. I stop to tell him to stay put, and he does for a second. I start running again and he starts chasing me again. I have to stop again to yell at him, and this time it works.
I'm back off to the races. I get a good distance away from Dax when I start running through the tall weeds. These weeds that have a pinkish-purple flower on top, and as I run through them, they start trying to wrap around me, constricting me. They are trying to pull me back, but I slowly bust through all of them and continue running.
Finally, I make it to the house. Standing outside is Theresa, my assistant when I worked in Owensboro, and she spots me and says "Oh, you're not supposed to be here!". I tell her it's a surprise and to keep quite. I walk in the front door and there are just people hanging around. Nobody really notices me. That, or they're pissed at me for leaving the wedding. I don't know which. I immediately start looking for Adrianne, but can't find her.
Everyone is playing some silly game and they tell Justin "It's time to strip her!". He starts by unzipping the top of some girl's skirt. I quickly bypass this situation, and return to looking for Adrianne. I search every single room, and ask everyone where she is, but no luck. Finally, I stop in the kitchen, completely saddened by the fact that I can't find her. Then...
She walks up behind me and covers my eyes with her hands. She whispers something to me, and I start crying. They are happy tears though. I turn around and she's standing there topless. I immediately start apologizing for leaving, and I stop the party to say "If she ever marries me again, umm, like re-marries me, and I want to go to another wedding, please, someone, slap me!"
She tells me it's time to go, and I should go change. I then remember that I didn't have time to pack (back to some of the things that happened before this main part of the story that I can't remember. I know I was hanging out with Justin and Paul, but I don't know what we were doing, but it wasn't packing and getting things together like we were supposed to do.). She also asks me if I remembered the "ring". It wasn't either one of our wedding bands, but some kind of class ring type of ring. It was gold with a red section on top. I think it was supposed to be for Larry, Adrianne's stepdad. Of course, I didn't remember it either.
I do know where my "leaving" clothes and the ring were though. I say "I'll just get Justin to run and get them!" Then I look around and see Justin, and say "Nope! He's drunk!" She tells me not to worry about it and is just happy that I'm there.
I wake up and I'm somewhat sad, but a little happy. I'm sad because I left our wedding and Adrianne, but I'm happy because I found her and she forgave me (which will probably have to happen a lot after our wedding day, since I can do a lot of stupid stuff. Hopefully she'll understand!).
What it means? Well, I'm going to give the down and dirty version. I'm starting to stress over the wedding! I can't describe it any better than that. I did most of my laundry last night, so I could start packing this weekend. I made up a list of thing I need to do and not forget to bring with me. Right now the list is eleven things long. I still have part of Adrianne's present to do, as well as put some things together. There's nothing overwhelming on my list, by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm still thinking about them. Well, at least I got some rest!
My Dream #2: I figured it out later, but this dream was actually a dream within the dream discussed above. It happened while Paul, Justin, and I were hanging out before the wedding. We were doing something and this commercial came on. I don't remember us watching TV, but there's this commercial, and it was more like it was live action.
These two idiots are cruising in a small boat someplace. They're playing with grenades and throwing them into the water and on beaches. One of them says "Grenades are supposed to have little pins in here." Then the other says "It's even worse when they don't have the clip (pointing to the handle piece of the grenade)". He then throws the grenade on the beach and says "This is us bombing the Middle East!"
The commercial just gets stupider and stupider (yes, I know those aren't the correct usage of those words, but they fit. Deal with it!). Next, these jackasses have M-16 machine guns and are shooting at nothing and everything. They're not killing anyone or anything like that. They're just shooting to be shooting. One of the guys even points his gun down into some rocks (like he's standing in a creek or something) that are just below his feet and starts shooting.
We're standing there, watching in amazement, all the time thinking that these dumbasses are surely going to shoot themselves or do something else really, really stupid. Then, the commercial is over. We return to whatever it was we were doing.
What it means? Who knows and who really cares!! It was just a dumb interlude in one of my dreams. It may have some deep aggressive meaning, with the guns and grenades, but I chalk it up to the idiot box sneaking into my subconscious again.
There you have it! Another successful mission into the synapses in my skull. I hope you didn't get lost! I'll try to get some rest over the weekend, and come out strong on Monday. If I feel up to it, I may even make a rare weekend post! Don't count on it though, because I'm pretty lazy!
Today I feel good again. Do you see how this is working? I'm exhausted one day and okay the next. I'm not going to do what I did the other day and brag about it though. I didn't play any silly mind games to help me rest. About the only thing I did different was stack my pillows up so my head was elevated a little more. I thought about the night where I woke up tired and figured out that I was sleeping pretty flat. So, I thought I'd sleep with my head up a little more, so maybe my breathing would benefit from it. I guess it worked?
I was wide awake at 6:22 this morning, but , of course, didn't truly get out of bed. I sat up and wrote down one of my dreams, then went to the bathroom. Sounds like a common occurrence, doesn't it? Then I crawled back into bed and actually told myself "You don't have to go back to sleep, but this way you'll at least get a little more rest before you have to go to work." Yeah, like twenty more minutes would do wonders if I was exhausted?
Anyway, I put my head back on my pillow and listened to my "waves" crashing in. About that time a spark went off in my head. "Ooh! I remember another dream!" I sit back up, grab my note pad (speaking of which, I need to get a bigger one. I've been writing on these 3.5" by 3.5" post-it notes for a while now, and I just can't get all of my heiroglyphs on one of them. Then I end up writing on two or three and it's just a big mess), and get to scribbling.
So, I have information on two of my dreams from last night. I've already forgotten which song I woke up with in my head though. As soon as I got up (at 7:08 am), I immediately turned on some tunes and hit up the Ab Lounge and did some curls. It's difficult to remember what song was in your head when you are rocking out to something else most of the morning. Such is life!
My dream #1: There is a lot of stuff that happened before we get to the main point, and I can't remember most of it. I know one part has me sitting at a crazy shaped table and I'm kind of by myself, where everyone else can see me. I've got a plate in front of me, but I'm back away from the table a little bit, and I've got my head down like I'm praying. I'm not praying, but I'm talking to myself, hoping for something, but I can't remember what. (This may have actually been a part of another dream, but, like I said, I don't remember much of it.)
The main point... It's just before our wedding and I'm talking with Adrianne about leaving right after the ceremony to go to someone else's wedding. I tell her that it shouldn't take too long, and I'd make it for most of the reception, so she shouldn't worry too much. We have our ceremony, but I don't remember it at all. I just know it happened.
It's around 6:30 in the evening and my stepfather is driving me to this other place. Instead of going straight to the other wedding we end up going to dinner at some fancy restaurant. It doesn't take us very long before we leave there. After dinner we're driving around, and he can't find the place where the wedding is. I finally say "Screw it! I've gotta get back to my wife!"
He drives like a maniac, but can't find his way back to the place where our reception was being held. I'm looking at my watch and it says that it's 9:30. I tell him "It's 9:30, and we're leaving the reception at 11:30. You've gotta get me back there!"
Finally, he comes to a screeching halt, and I can see where we got married across a field (for some reason we got married in a neighborhood. The place where the reception is being held looks just like a regular brick house, and it's located on some street with "Kingdom" in the name). He tells me "I don't know how to get over there, but if you get out and run across the field, you will be there in no time."
Of course, I immediately jump out of the car and take off running. However, it's like I don't know how to run. (**Warning: I'm not making fun of them, but just using it as an example**) I'm running like a kid at the Special Olympics. My arms are flailing wildly and my legs aren't doing like they're supposed to. I finally figure out how to run, so I pick up some speed. I see a ditch I have to cross, and as soon as I jump it Adrianne's Mom and Stepdad's dog, Dax, is there getting in my way. I stop to tell him to stay put, and he does for a second. I start running again and he starts chasing me again. I have to stop again to yell at him, and this time it works.
I'm back off to the races. I get a good distance away from Dax when I start running through the tall weeds. These weeds that have a pinkish-purple flower on top, and as I run through them, they start trying to wrap around me, constricting me. They are trying to pull me back, but I slowly bust through all of them and continue running.
Finally, I make it to the house. Standing outside is Theresa, my assistant when I worked in Owensboro, and she spots me and says "Oh, you're not supposed to be here!". I tell her it's a surprise and to keep quite. I walk in the front door and there are just people hanging around. Nobody really notices me. That, or they're pissed at me for leaving the wedding. I don't know which. I immediately start looking for Adrianne, but can't find her.
Everyone is playing some silly game and they tell Justin "It's time to strip her!". He starts by unzipping the top of some girl's skirt. I quickly bypass this situation, and return to looking for Adrianne. I search every single room, and ask everyone where she is, but no luck. Finally, I stop in the kitchen, completely saddened by the fact that I can't find her. Then...
She walks up behind me and covers my eyes with her hands. She whispers something to me, and I start crying. They are happy tears though. I turn around and she's standing there topless. I immediately start apologizing for leaving, and I stop the party to say "If she ever marries me again, umm, like re-marries me, and I want to go to another wedding, please, someone, slap me!"
She tells me it's time to go, and I should go change. I then remember that I didn't have time to pack (back to some of the things that happened before this main part of the story that I can't remember. I know I was hanging out with Justin and Paul, but I don't know what we were doing, but it wasn't packing and getting things together like we were supposed to do.). She also asks me if I remembered the "ring". It wasn't either one of our wedding bands, but some kind of class ring type of ring. It was gold with a red section on top. I think it was supposed to be for Larry, Adrianne's stepdad. Of course, I didn't remember it either.
I do know where my "leaving" clothes and the ring were though. I say "I'll just get Justin to run and get them!" Then I look around and see Justin, and say "Nope! He's drunk!" She tells me not to worry about it and is just happy that I'm there.
I wake up and I'm somewhat sad, but a little happy. I'm sad because I left our wedding and Adrianne, but I'm happy because I found her and she forgave me (which will probably have to happen a lot after our wedding day, since I can do a lot of stupid stuff. Hopefully she'll understand!).
What it means? Well, I'm going to give the down and dirty version. I'm starting to stress over the wedding! I can't describe it any better than that. I did most of my laundry last night, so I could start packing this weekend. I made up a list of thing I need to do and not forget to bring with me. Right now the list is eleven things long. I still have part of Adrianne's present to do, as well as put some things together. There's nothing overwhelming on my list, by any stretch of the imagination, but I'm still thinking about them. Well, at least I got some rest!
My Dream #2: I figured it out later, but this dream was actually a dream within the dream discussed above. It happened while Paul, Justin, and I were hanging out before the wedding. We were doing something and this commercial came on. I don't remember us watching TV, but there's this commercial, and it was more like it was live action.
These two idiots are cruising in a small boat someplace. They're playing with grenades and throwing them into the water and on beaches. One of them says "Grenades are supposed to have little pins in here." Then the other says "It's even worse when they don't have the clip (pointing to the handle piece of the grenade)". He then throws the grenade on the beach and says "This is us bombing the Middle East!"
The commercial just gets stupider and stupider (yes, I know those aren't the correct usage of those words, but they fit. Deal with it!). Next, these jackasses have M-16 machine guns and are shooting at nothing and everything. They're not killing anyone or anything like that. They're just shooting to be shooting. One of the guys even points his gun down into some rocks (like he's standing in a creek or something) that are just below his feet and starts shooting.
We're standing there, watching in amazement, all the time thinking that these dumbasses are surely going to shoot themselves or do something else really, really stupid. Then, the commercial is over. We return to whatever it was we were doing.
What it means? Who knows and who really cares!! It was just a dumb interlude in one of my dreams. It may have some deep aggressive meaning, with the guns and grenades, but I chalk it up to the idiot box sneaking into my subconscious again.
There you have it! Another successful mission into the synapses in my skull. I hope you didn't get lost! I'll try to get some rest over the weekend, and come out strong on Monday. If I feel up to it, I may even make a rare weekend post! Don't count on it though, because I'm pretty lazy!
Thursday, May 18, 2006
I HATE TO SAY "I TOLD ME SO", BUT...
Yeah, you shouldn't use Jedi Mind Tricks on your own brain. It will retaliate and it's not going to be pretty. So, what did my mind do to get back at me for my shenanigans yesterday you ask?
Well, it's really a four part revenge story...
To make matters more fun, I have a dentists appointment this afternoon to get a filling in one of my little toofers. That's always a pleasant experience! Actually, I can't complain too much. I've never really had a bad experience with a dentist. I've always been told I was a good patient. I just sit there and take everything they can dish out. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment? Maybe I'm a masochist? Either way, I'll get my lollipop afterwards!
Yeah, you shouldn't use Jedi Mind Tricks on your own brain. It will retaliate and it's not going to be pretty. So, what did my mind do to get back at me for my shenanigans yesterday you ask?
Well, it's really a four part revenge story...
- No dreams. At least that I know of anyway. I didn't remember anything from sleeping last night when I woke up this morning.
- No music. I didn't have a single song in my head until I turned some music on while I was getting ready. That really sucks to not have something driving me towards great things each and every day.
- A skull cracking headache. Yes, I know I said "migraine" yesterday, but my brain let me off the hook, well, a little bit anyway. I kind of felt like drilling a small hole in my forehead this morning, just so maybe some the pressure would subside. That would look good in wedding pictures, wouldn't it?
- Finally, again, I'm exhausted. What's the point in sleeping if you wake up 100 times more tired than when you went to bed? I've been trying to figure this out for years. If I knew I was going to wake up feeling like this, then I wouldn't have gone to bed in the first place. I'd much rather have stayed up and watched endless hours of infomercials or reruns of "In the Heat of the Night". Wait! I probably would've felt the same way in the morning after a night of that agony!
To make matters more fun, I have a dentists appointment this afternoon to get a filling in one of my little toofers. That's always a pleasant experience! Actually, I can't complain too much. I've never really had a bad experience with a dentist. I've always been told I was a good patient. I just sit there and take everything they can dish out. Maybe I'm a glutton for punishment? Maybe I'm a masochist? Either way, I'll get my lollipop afterwards!
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
TWO PART DAY... BEFORE I GET OUT OF BED?
What's that all about? It's true though. I woke up at 6:20 this morning, refreshed and ready to go. I was writing down things from my dream and I had a song in my head. I got up and went to the bathroom, then stood there for a few seconds and just looked at my bed.
"Do I want to crawl back in there and possibly wake up tired when my alarm goes off? What if I've got another good dream in my head, and I miss it because I didn't go back to sleep?" These were just a couple thoughts I had before I decided to climb back in bed for another thirty minutes of rest. I think how I felt yesterday weighed a lot on my decision. I knew rest was going to be far and few between for a little while, or at least until we reach Mexico anyway, so I'd better take what I can get.
I snuggled back under the sheets and quickly rejoined my unconscious thoughts. My alarm went off in what seemed like seconds, but I had been asleep almost a half hour. Now I had another dream, and a different song in my head. I love it when a plan comes together!! (I also love the "A Team")
Before I get into my two dreams I want to give some background information on how I think I had those dreams and was able to remember them. I went to bed shortly after 10 last night, hoping to get a good 8 or so hours of sleep. I laid there for what seemed like hours, even though I was exhausted. I started thinking to myself about my entry today, if I didn't have any dreams. I was going to continue on the same train of thought as yesterday and just complain about how my exhaustion was creeping into my subconscious and keeping me from remembering my dreams, and blah, blah, blah!
In other words... I out-psyched (pronounced Sike-EEE-d) my psyche. I played the reverse psychology card on my brain, and it actually worked!! Now I'm just afraid that my brain will figure out what I've done and pay me back somehow. I'm sure a migraine would be punishment enough, but it probably has something better in store for me. "I am John's tricked brain. I get mad at John for fooling me and I flip the switch that makes him scream profanities at the worst possible times." Yeah, that's my brain! I love it!
Okay, on to the dreams and songs and whatnot!
My dream #1: Once again, I am back at the first house we lived in when we moved to Bowling Green. It's Paul, Justin, my brother Chip, and myself. We're playing wiffleball in the backyard. Actually we're not even playing a regular game. We're doing something else, that is kind of a warm up for "THE MAIN EVENT".
"The Main Event" was always a Home Run Derby, when we used to play as kids at the house. We never played at my house though. We always played across the street at the Cohron's house. They had a perfect front yard for it. The sidewalk leading to the front door was where home plate was, and a home run was if you hit it across the street into my neighbors yard.
Anyway, we're finishing up in the backyard and are heading around to the front yard for the derby, when Chip stops at the garage and decides he wants to use a softball sized wiffleball and a different bat. I tell him that he can't use the bat because it has rubber around the head and would be an unfair advantage. I also tell him we're not going to use the softball sized wiffleball either because it would fly farther because it's heavier (whatever that means).
Next, we're around the front of the house, and I'm picking three different sized and shaped rocks, so the guys could pick one to decide who would go first. I had already decided that I would bat third, so I didn't have any advantage, etc. One rock was kind of shaped like Alabama, another was just long and skinny, and I can't remember the third one exactly, but I think it was about the size of a silver dollar, but square.
As I'm kneeling down looking at the rocks I hear two little boys arguing across the street. One is probably 7 or 8, and the other is maybe 4 or 5 years old. The little brother is mad about something the older one did, but I don't know what.
As soon as I turn my focus back to the rocks a young girl rides up on her bicycle. She kind of circles around us a couple of times, then finally asks "What's your name? My name is K..." I can't remember what her name is, and I know it's somehow important.
After she pedals off, I notice that the wind is picking up a lot and it's almost as though we're not going to get to have our HR derby, because a rain storm is coming.
The next thing I know I'm leaving a major league baseball game in the rain and I'm looking in a gutter (on the street) where a guy hit his first ML homerun, but never tried to go get it. I see the ball down there, and it's within reaching distance, but there's a big ugly spider right next to it.
I'm not afraid of spiders, but I tell myself that this one is a brown recluse or something, and I don't want to mess with it. So, instead, I stick my big, red wiffleball bat down there to try to scare the spider away from the ball, so I could reach down and get it. Instead the spider disappears, or so I think. I pull the bat out of the gutter and there is Mr. Spider clinging to the end of the bat, and he is really, really pissed!
I knock the head of the bat on the ground a couple of times to try to get him off of it. Finally he lets go and is on my driveway. I half-expected him to scurry off when he saw me, but he held his ground. From here I got a little scared. This little bastard wasn't letting up, and would be more than willing to bite me to let me know he was serious. I wasn't down for that! I tried to inch away from him, but the shadow my body was casting kept making it hard for me to see where he was.
I went into some grass, and I saw him follow me, but the shadows made me lose sight of him quickly. I didn't know if he was still chasing me or not, but I ran into the garage (back at my house) and in my shadow I thought I saw him still chasing me. That's when I woke up.
What it means? Well, it was a long, drawn out dream. It seemed like it lasted for hours, even though I know, subliminally, it was just a matter of nanoseconds long. There were so many important things in this dream.
First, the return to the first house. This has been covered before, but in case you don't read this much, it's my inner child coming out. I think the wiffleball game is about this too. I always try to remain a kid at heart, and sometimes Adrianne thinks I'm still too much of a kid, but that's okay. I know when it's time to be an adult (maybe).
My friends, Justin and Paul, are very important to me. They are the brothers I never had, and are my best men in the wedding. Chip is the brother I had, but have lost contact with. He was the focus of a dream I had not too long ago. You can read about it here. These three guys are very important to me, and they'll never know it, but mean a lot to me. No, I'm not gay, but thanks for asking!
I have no clue who the kids across the street were. I know there were some kids that lived in that house, but we never saw them out playing. I don't think their parents actually let them play, unattended. I also have no clue why they were fighting. Siblings sometimes argue with each other, so I'm going to chalk it up to that.
Then we have "K" on her bicycle. Usually when you're asked questions in your dreams there is a purpose behind the question that means something, but not necessarily what the question was. She may have wanted to know "Who I am?", as in "What makes me tick?". I'm just guessing though.
Lastly, we have a spider, again. This was a different spider than the one before, so I don't know if it is a symbol of a different female figure in my life, and, if so, who and why? Why does this one scare me, whereas the other one was playful and fun? Oh man! I'm spinning now!
Song of the Day #1: "Roll Over DJ" by Jet from Get Born.
Umm... I hate this song, and I don't like this band. Adrianne wanted a couple songs off of this album so I downloaded it. For some stupid reason I still have it on my Ipod. No, I didn't listen to it this morning. I forced it out of my mind immediately after I wrote it down. However, it did help me get out of bed to go pee. So, it wasn't all bad!
My Dream #2: I don't know much about it truthfully. The only thing I know is that right before I woke up I kept seeing all life going on around me through different glasses. A pair of glasses would come towards me, I'd see through them for a second, then another pair would come toward me. I could see them all lined up infinitely. It was really silly, but kind of cool. The different ways things looked through each pair was kind of trippy.
What it means? Well, I'm thinking it's just my mind reminding me to be sure to look at things from other angles and not get caught up on "what's in front of me". That's some good advice. Thanks "mind"!!
Song of the Day #2: "Jambi" by Tool from 10,000 Days
I love this song. I've actually taken a clip of and made it Adrianne's ringtone on my phone. The part that I kept hearing was this:
It's the truth! She is my "ALL", my "Piece of Mind". Man, next Saturday can't come fast enough!
What's that all about? It's true though. I woke up at 6:20 this morning, refreshed and ready to go. I was writing down things from my dream and I had a song in my head. I got up and went to the bathroom, then stood there for a few seconds and just looked at my bed.
"Do I want to crawl back in there and possibly wake up tired when my alarm goes off? What if I've got another good dream in my head, and I miss it because I didn't go back to sleep?" These were just a couple thoughts I had before I decided to climb back in bed for another thirty minutes of rest. I think how I felt yesterday weighed a lot on my decision. I knew rest was going to be far and few between for a little while, or at least until we reach Mexico anyway, so I'd better take what I can get.
I snuggled back under the sheets and quickly rejoined my unconscious thoughts. My alarm went off in what seemed like seconds, but I had been asleep almost a half hour. Now I had another dream, and a different song in my head. I love it when a plan comes together!! (I also love the "A Team")
Before I get into my two dreams I want to give some background information on how I think I had those dreams and was able to remember them. I went to bed shortly after 10 last night, hoping to get a good 8 or so hours of sleep. I laid there for what seemed like hours, even though I was exhausted. I started thinking to myself about my entry today, if I didn't have any dreams. I was going to continue on the same train of thought as yesterday and just complain about how my exhaustion was creeping into my subconscious and keeping me from remembering my dreams, and blah, blah, blah!
In other words... I out-psyched (pronounced Sike-EEE-d) my psyche. I played the reverse psychology card on my brain, and it actually worked!! Now I'm just afraid that my brain will figure out what I've done and pay me back somehow. I'm sure a migraine would be punishment enough, but it probably has something better in store for me. "I am John's tricked brain. I get mad at John for fooling me and I flip the switch that makes him scream profanities at the worst possible times." Yeah, that's my brain! I love it!
Okay, on to the dreams and songs and whatnot!
My dream #1: Once again, I am back at the first house we lived in when we moved to Bowling Green. It's Paul, Justin, my brother Chip, and myself. We're playing wiffleball in the backyard. Actually we're not even playing a regular game. We're doing something else, that is kind of a warm up for "THE MAIN EVENT".
"The Main Event" was always a Home Run Derby, when we used to play as kids at the house. We never played at my house though. We always played across the street at the Cohron's house. They had a perfect front yard for it. The sidewalk leading to the front door was where home plate was, and a home run was if you hit it across the street into my neighbors yard.
Anyway, we're finishing up in the backyard and are heading around to the front yard for the derby, when Chip stops at the garage and decides he wants to use a softball sized wiffleball and a different bat. I tell him that he can't use the bat because it has rubber around the head and would be an unfair advantage. I also tell him we're not going to use the softball sized wiffleball either because it would fly farther because it's heavier (whatever that means).
Next, we're around the front of the house, and I'm picking three different sized and shaped rocks, so the guys could pick one to decide who would go first. I had already decided that I would bat third, so I didn't have any advantage, etc. One rock was kind of shaped like Alabama, another was just long and skinny, and I can't remember the third one exactly, but I think it was about the size of a silver dollar, but square.
As I'm kneeling down looking at the rocks I hear two little boys arguing across the street. One is probably 7 or 8, and the other is maybe 4 or 5 years old. The little brother is mad about something the older one did, but I don't know what.
As soon as I turn my focus back to the rocks a young girl rides up on her bicycle. She kind of circles around us a couple of times, then finally asks "What's your name? My name is K..." I can't remember what her name is, and I know it's somehow important.
After she pedals off, I notice that the wind is picking up a lot and it's almost as though we're not going to get to have our HR derby, because a rain storm is coming.
The next thing I know I'm leaving a major league baseball game in the rain and I'm looking in a gutter (on the street) where a guy hit his first ML homerun, but never tried to go get it. I see the ball down there, and it's within reaching distance, but there's a big ugly spider right next to it.
I'm not afraid of spiders, but I tell myself that this one is a brown recluse or something, and I don't want to mess with it. So, instead, I stick my big, red wiffleball bat down there to try to scare the spider away from the ball, so I could reach down and get it. Instead the spider disappears, or so I think. I pull the bat out of the gutter and there is Mr. Spider clinging to the end of the bat, and he is really, really pissed!
I knock the head of the bat on the ground a couple of times to try to get him off of it. Finally he lets go and is on my driveway. I half-expected him to scurry off when he saw me, but he held his ground. From here I got a little scared. This little bastard wasn't letting up, and would be more than willing to bite me to let me know he was serious. I wasn't down for that! I tried to inch away from him, but the shadow my body was casting kept making it hard for me to see where he was.
I went into some grass, and I saw him follow me, but the shadows made me lose sight of him quickly. I didn't know if he was still chasing me or not, but I ran into the garage (back at my house) and in my shadow I thought I saw him still chasing me. That's when I woke up.
What it means? Well, it was a long, drawn out dream. It seemed like it lasted for hours, even though I know, subliminally, it was just a matter of nanoseconds long. There were so many important things in this dream.
First, the return to the first house. This has been covered before, but in case you don't read this much, it's my inner child coming out. I think the wiffleball game is about this too. I always try to remain a kid at heart, and sometimes Adrianne thinks I'm still too much of a kid, but that's okay. I know when it's time to be an adult (maybe).
My friends, Justin and Paul, are very important to me. They are the brothers I never had, and are my best men in the wedding. Chip is the brother I had, but have lost contact with. He was the focus of a dream I had not too long ago. You can read about it here. These three guys are very important to me, and they'll never know it, but mean a lot to me. No, I'm not gay, but thanks for asking!
I have no clue who the kids across the street were. I know there were some kids that lived in that house, but we never saw them out playing. I don't think their parents actually let them play, unattended. I also have no clue why they were fighting. Siblings sometimes argue with each other, so I'm going to chalk it up to that.
Then we have "K" on her bicycle. Usually when you're asked questions in your dreams there is a purpose behind the question that means something, but not necessarily what the question was. She may have wanted to know "Who I am?", as in "What makes me tick?". I'm just guessing though.
Lastly, we have a spider, again. This was a different spider than the one before, so I don't know if it is a symbol of a different female figure in my life, and, if so, who and why? Why does this one scare me, whereas the other one was playful and fun? Oh man! I'm spinning now!
Song of the Day #1: "Roll Over DJ" by Jet from Get Born.
Umm... I hate this song, and I don't like this band. Adrianne wanted a couple songs off of this album so I downloaded it. For some stupid reason I still have it on my Ipod. No, I didn't listen to it this morning. I forced it out of my mind immediately after I wrote it down. However, it did help me get out of bed to go pee. So, it wasn't all bad!
My Dream #2: I don't know much about it truthfully. The only thing I know is that right before I woke up I kept seeing all life going on around me through different glasses. A pair of glasses would come towards me, I'd see through them for a second, then another pair would come toward me. I could see them all lined up infinitely. It was really silly, but kind of cool. The different ways things looked through each pair was kind of trippy.
What it means? Well, I'm thinking it's just my mind reminding me to be sure to look at things from other angles and not get caught up on "what's in front of me". That's some good advice. Thanks "mind"!!
Song of the Day #2: "Jambi" by Tool from 10,000 Days
I love this song. I've actually taken a clip of and made it Adrianne's ringtone on my phone. The part that I kept hearing was this:
"So if I could,
I'd wish it all away
If I thought tomorrow,
they'd take you away.
You're my piece of mind,
My all.
I said I'm just trying to hold on
One more day"
I'd wish it all away
If I thought tomorrow,
they'd take you away.
You're my piece of mind,
My all.
I said I'm just trying to hold on
One more day"
It's the truth! She is my "ALL", my "Piece of Mind". Man, next Saturday can't come fast enough!
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
THREE THINGS...
I'm lazy, I'm bored, and I'm exhausted. Really, the first two stem from the last one, but it's irrelevant. I can only imagine what Adrianne is going through. I know she's working that beautiful ass of her's off, trying to get things in order for the wedding, all while trying to pack up her life and move down here with me. We need more time!!
Yeah, I should've thought of that a few months ago! I've tried to tell her to just put the moving stuff on the backburner, because she has enough to worry about with the wedding. This is where me being 300 miles away really sucks. I know she needs my physical and moral support right now, more than anything else.
Anyway, I'm exhausted. The weekend finally caught up with me, and I'm hitting rock bottom. I went to bed right around11 pm last night, and slept like a rock. However, I could not get out of bed this morning. I hit my snooze button at least three times, and finally crawled out of the rack at 7:40 . Needless to say I was late to work this morning. However, it was only by five minutes, which was good, because my boss came around as I was hanging my suitcoat up.
Me getting up late also meant that I didn't work out this morning, which is the most depressing thing. I've been so good, and I can already tell a little bit that it's working. However, usually once I jump off the wagon, it's really hard to get back on. So, I have to fight that battle tonight.
I can't keep my eyes open here at work either. Staring at the computer screen is just making the lids creep ever more closer together. I could easily crawl under my desk and take a little siesta. Man, I need a vacation! Well, in a week and four days I'll get one.
I was out running around last night until almost9 pm . I had to run to the tanning bed. Funny story there... It was my last visit on my unlimited visits package, and last week I stayed in for 15 minutes during both visits. So, I decide I'll hop in there for 20, just to close out strong. Bad idea! My back is burnt, as are right around my biceps on both arms. I've been complaining about my arms getting no color, and now I'm paying for it. They've got color all right. RED is a color, correct?
I also ran over toMarshall Southaven . I've been looking for some wire framed sunglasses that won't give me big raccoon eyes. I've got a pair of Oakley Full Metal Jackets that make my face look really, really stupid if I wear them out in the sun all day. This is about right...
I'm not that fuzzy and cute though!
So, I actually found two pair that I really like. They are both really similar, but one pair is much lighter than the other, so, I bought them both. Who knows? Maybe I'll lose one pair before we even get toMexico
Finally, I went over to Wal-Mart. Yes, my most favorite place in this vast universe we live in. I know you can't tell sarcasm in typed word, but there is a metric ton of it in that last sentence.
Nothing really exciting about this trip. I kept forgetting the things I was looking for, so I made at least three trips back and forth across the store. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, because I really can use the exercise. The dumbest thing I did all night happened here though. I didn't grab a cart when I was coming in. I always go in the Lawn and Garden area, if it's open. There really aren't any carts there, so I usually grab one that someone left out in the parking lot. I like to help out the workers as much as possible, because they're people too, and they probably don't want to get the rogue carts either.
Anyway, I'm strolling toward the grocery area, and I look at my list (that I've actually written down). There's only four things on it, so I say to myself "Yeah, I don't need a cart". Umm... Did I already say this was a stupid thought? I must've not really looked at my list, because "yogurt" was on there. I don't buy the Sam's Club Econo-Tub of vanilla yogurt either. I buy the small, individual containers (since I usually eat this for breakfast), and I was planning on buying enough to last me until next Wednesday. Now, lets all do the math... Yesterday was Monday, and I have Tuesday through Friday of this week, and then Monday through Wednesday of next week. How many days is that? Can I carry that in one hand? Exactly! I'm a dumbass!
So, I pick up several things, and my two hands are completely full. That's when I have the "yogurt revelation". I start walking toward the front of the store to get a cart. I'm secretly hoping that someone just abandoned one in a aisle someplace and I can grab that one. **Background info alert: The yogurt is in the back of the store** I make it all the way up to the frozen foods before I actually come across an abandoned cart. Yes, it sucked!
I grab the cart, go back and get my yogurt, then head to the checkout line. I get in line behind a guy in the "20 and under" line, when I figure out that I forgot to pick up my pictures that I had sent over via the internet, for one hour processing. I think I actually left my brain over at the tanning salon, because it was escaping me alot last night. Maybe my alzheimer's was kicking in. Good thing I don't drink soda's out of aluminum cans anymore!
The best part of the night came when I left though. It actually put a smile on my face...
Two girls were playing "bumper cars" in two of Wal-Mart's powered wheelchair things (with the little basket on the front) out in the parking lot. I saw them when I walked out, and they were hootin' and hollerin', which just made me smile. That's not the capper of the story though.
I get to my car and I hear this older woman say "Umm, would you mind getting off that, so I can use it!" You have to close your eyes and imagine a extremely large, angry black woman saying it though, head cocked and all! It's the only thing that's putting a smile on my face today. Dammit! I'm tired!
I'm lazy, I'm bored, and I'm exhausted. Really, the first two stem from the last one, but it's irrelevant. I can only imagine what Adrianne is going through. I know she's working that beautiful ass of her's off, trying to get things in order for the wedding, all while trying to pack up her life and move down here with me. We need more time!!
Yeah, I should've thought of that a few months ago! I've tried to tell her to just put the moving stuff on the backburner, because she has enough to worry about with the wedding. This is where me being 300 miles away really sucks. I know she needs my physical and moral support right now, more than anything else.
Anyway, I'm exhausted. The weekend finally caught up with me, and I'm hitting rock bottom. I went to bed right around
Me getting up late also meant that I didn't work out this morning, which is the most depressing thing. I've been so good, and I can already tell a little bit that it's working. However, usually once I jump off the wagon, it's really hard to get back on. So, I have to fight that battle tonight.
I can't keep my eyes open here at work either. Staring at the computer screen is just making the lids creep ever more closer together. I could easily crawl under my desk and take a little siesta. Man, I need a vacation! Well, in a week and four days I'll get one.
I was out running around last night until almost
I also ran over to
I'm not that fuzzy and cute though!
So, I actually found two pair that I really like. They are both really similar, but one pair is much lighter than the other, so, I bought them both. Who knows? Maybe I'll lose one pair before we even get to
Finally, I went over to Wal-Mart. Yes, my most favorite place in this vast universe we live in. I know you can't tell sarcasm in typed word, but there is a metric ton of it in that last sentence.
Nothing really exciting about this trip. I kept forgetting the things I was looking for, so I made at least three trips back and forth across the store. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, because I really can use the exercise. The dumbest thing I did all night happened here though. I didn't grab a cart when I was coming in. I always go in the Lawn and Garden area, if it's open. There really aren't any carts there, so I usually grab one that someone left out in the parking lot. I like to help out the workers as much as possible, because they're people too, and they probably don't want to get the rogue carts either.
Anyway, I'm strolling toward the grocery area, and I look at my list (that I've actually written down). There's only four things on it, so I say to myself "Yeah, I don't need a cart". Umm... Did I already say this was a stupid thought? I must've not really looked at my list, because "yogurt" was on there. I don't buy the Sam's Club Econo-Tub of vanilla yogurt either. I buy the small, individual containers (since I usually eat this for breakfast), and I was planning on buying enough to last me until next Wednesday. Now, lets all do the math... Yesterday was Monday, and I have Tuesday through Friday of this week, and then Monday through Wednesday of next week. How many days is that? Can I carry that in one hand? Exactly! I'm a dumbass!
So, I pick up several things, and my two hands are completely full. That's when I have the "yogurt revelation". I start walking toward the front of the store to get a cart. I'm secretly hoping that someone just abandoned one in a aisle someplace and I can grab that one. **Background info alert: The yogurt is in the back of the store** I make it all the way up to the frozen foods before I actually come across an abandoned cart. Yes, it sucked!
I grab the cart, go back and get my yogurt, then head to the checkout line. I get in line behind a guy in the "20 and under" line, when I figure out that I forgot to pick up my pictures that I had sent over via the internet, for one hour processing. I think I actually left my brain over at the tanning salon, because it was escaping me alot last night. Maybe my alzheimer's was kicking in. Good thing I don't drink soda's out of aluminum cans anymore!
The best part of the night came when I left though. It actually put a smile on my face...
Two girls were playing "bumper cars" in two of Wal-Mart's powered wheelchair things (with the little basket on the front) out in the parking lot. I saw them when I walked out, and they were hootin' and hollerin', which just made me smile. That's not the capper of the story though.
I get to my car and I hear this older woman say "Umm, would you mind getting off that, so I can use it!" You have to close your eyes and imagine a extremely large, angry black woman saying it though, head cocked and all! It's the only thing that's putting a smile on my face today. Dammit! I'm tired!
Monday, May 15, 2006
TIME KEEPS ON TICKIN'...
Okay, so we're under two weeks away. We've got 12 days to be exact. Which leads me into my first conversation point today...
On Saturday we attended a wedding that should be pretty similar to ours. They had a full Catholic mass and a grand reception. I know everyone thinks that their wedding is going to be so much better than any one else’s, but I know ours will be. So many people have put a lot of effort into making our "thing" beautiful, that there's no way it will be anything less than outstanding. Now, if we can just get the workers motivated on Thursday night!!
Anyway, back to the wedding we attended. We did something extremely out of the ordinary (for us), which is actually kind of sad. Instead of sitting there soaking in the love and the beauty of the ceremony, we sat there and critiqued the entire thing.
We were sitting there saying "We're not going to do that", "Make sure you do this", "Do you want to do that", "I hope we don't look like that", etc. I know it was really harsh to do that at someone else's wedding, but we were already thinking ahead two weeks, trying to make sure we've got our ducks in a row. Are we bad people?
I really can't remember too much from the wedding. Aside from our incessant analyzation of the events, I had a killer case of "grumble butt", complete with "The Flamin' 'D'". Those aren't positive things to have at such an event. I should've known better that to have the fettuccini alfredo for lunch. By the way, The Brickyard wasn't all that. However, in their defense, I usually don't expect too much when you're dealing with a party of 2o or more!
We had a crazy weekend, well, actually, only Saturday was crazy. By the time I made it home at9 pm last night, I was ready to hit the hay. However, I had some work that needed to be completed (which didn't all get done), so I worked on it until nearly 11 pm . I slept pretty good, but was wide awake at 6:30 this morning. I should've went ahead and got up and went down and got on the treadmill. Instead, I stayed in bed until 7, when my alarm went off, then got up and hit the Ab Lounge for some much needed reps.
Target weight: 200 lbs. My weight (as of7:45 am this morning): 201.0 lbs. YES!! Almost there!!
I had a dream over the weekend that I thought I'd share. I told Adrianne about it yesterday, so I can still remember some of it. It's actually pretty funny, so that's another reason I want to share. I didn't remember any of my dreams from last night, otherwise I'd be all over those too.
My dream: I'm in a huge conference room, sitting at the head of a long rectangular table. There are probably 40 or more people seated at the table. The boss of the group is seating midway down the table to my right. He's got a new employee next to him and introduces him.
He then tell the "new guy" that if he can identify the employee at the table with "stiff nipples" that he'll immediately get a raise (or something like that). Anyway, I'm sitting there with a yellow polo styled shirt on, and my nips could cut glass. I arch my back so that they stick out even farther, so maybe he'll notice. He doesn't.
I then start saying things like "Man, is it cold in here?", "Ooh, my headlights are on! Can anyone turn these things off?", and so on. He still doesn't notice me. Oh well! I tried!
That's all I can really remember. I slept so hard Saturday night to Sunday morning that I'm surprised I can remember anything. I was literally and figuratively exhausted when I put my head to a pillow on Saturday night. Adrianne could've easily had her way with me and I would've never known. I haven't slept that hard in a long, long time.
Oh, I guess I could explain what wore me out that day. We'll start with me working until4:40 on Friday, before I finally went and asked my boss if I could leave. I say "finally" because everyone else was outta here just a little after 4 pm , yet he didn't come down and tell my buddy next to me and myself that we could jet. Anyway, I didn't get on the road until 5 pm , after loading up my car.
I made pretty good time, got toOwensboro 9:45 , and that includes a pit stop for some dinner in Union City 10:45 .
It was a little after 11 when we made it out to the house. Adrianne had found out that her younger brother, his wife, and their baby came in to see their Mom this weekend. We stayed up to hang out with them for a while, and before we knew it, it was1 am . I crashed!
I woke up at6:22 because I had to pee. I just looked at the clock and said "Dammit! I've got to get up in an hour! I might as well just stay up.", but I didn't. I crawled back in bed and snuggled up with my Boo. We got up around 7:15 , since we had to be on the road at 9 am .
We went toBrescia Owensboro 10 am . As soon as it was over, we made a pit stop by Hobby Lobby and Target for a couple of things, then on to Bowling Green 4:30 ).
The other reason we were in BG was to pick up our wedding bands. That's now one thing we can check off of our list of things to do. Hopefully the list is getting shorter. I know Adrianne doesn't feel like it is, as I can tell she's getting frustrated and/or stressed out about it. I wish there was something I could do to help her out. I just keep thinking to myself "We'll be in sunnyMexico
After leaving the Nursing Department thing, we got right back on theNatcher Parkway Owensboro 7 pm , and couldn't be late. We nearly had a huge accident right around mile marker 50, when my ass decided it wanted to explode! Luckily for us, at every toll booth, they have restrooms. I sprinted out of the truck and ran inside. Let me just say this... The bathrooms at the toll booths are 100 times nicer than any I've ever frequented at a "rest stop".
We make it to the wedding on time, and it actually started a little late, so it would've worked out anyway. The place was full of people. I don't know how many they invited, but there were a ton of people there. I sincerely hope most of those people gave them money as presents or something, because there weren't many presents at the "present table". I hope they weren't just a bunch of cheap asses that came for the free beer. **Looking around the reception, I'd say that the prior statement was probably true, since most of the folks that stayed around were just looking to get hammered.**
Adrianne and I stayed at the wedding as long as my tummy could take it. I really didn't feel safe eating anything, other than some bread and crackers, so I was hungry, on top of being sick to my stomach. Not a good combo! We ended up leaving the wedding before the bride and groom, which is taboo, I know! However, we stayed around until almost10:30 , and it's a good twenty minute drive out to the house.
Finally, at11 pm , we got to see the bed. However, the day was not complete, yet. Adrianne and I needed to discuss some of the music we need at the reception, so we wrote down some of the songs that I needed to procure, so that I could compile them onto a disc for the DJ (in case he didn't have them). That's what I worked on immediately when I got home last night. We finished that up fairly quickly, and, with one eye open, we watched an episode of CSI. Then my other eye closed and the next thing I knew it was 9 am Sunday morning.
So, that's how it all went down. Some people would just say I'm a big sissy, and my reply to them is... "So?"
Okay, so we're under two weeks away. We've got 12 days to be exact. Which leads me into my first conversation point today...
On Saturday we attended a wedding that should be pretty similar to ours. They had a full Catholic mass and a grand reception. I know everyone thinks that their wedding is going to be so much better than any one else’s, but I know ours will be. So many people have put a lot of effort into making our "thing" beautiful, that there's no way it will be anything less than outstanding. Now, if we can just get the workers motivated on Thursday night!!
Anyway, back to the wedding we attended. We did something extremely out of the ordinary (for us), which is actually kind of sad. Instead of sitting there soaking in the love and the beauty of the ceremony, we sat there and critiqued the entire thing.
We were sitting there saying "We're not going to do that", "Make sure you do this", "Do you want to do that", "I hope we don't look like that", etc. I know it was really harsh to do that at someone else's wedding, but we were already thinking ahead two weeks, trying to make sure we've got our ducks in a row. Are we bad people?
I really can't remember too much from the wedding. Aside from our incessant analyzation of the events, I had a killer case of "grumble butt", complete with "The Flamin' 'D'". Those aren't positive things to have at such an event. I should've known better that to have the fettuccini alfredo for lunch. By the way, The Brickyard wasn't all that. However, in their defense, I usually don't expect too much when you're dealing with a party of 2o or more!
We had a crazy weekend, well, actually, only Saturday was crazy. By the time I made it home at
Target weight: 200 lbs. My weight (as of
I had a dream over the weekend that I thought I'd share. I told Adrianne about it yesterday, so I can still remember some of it. It's actually pretty funny, so that's another reason I want to share. I didn't remember any of my dreams from last night, otherwise I'd be all over those too.
My dream: I'm in a huge conference room, sitting at the head of a long rectangular table. There are probably 40 or more people seated at the table. The boss of the group is seating midway down the table to my right. He's got a new employee next to him and introduces him.
He then tell the "new guy" that if he can identify the employee at the table with "stiff nipples" that he'll immediately get a raise (or something like that). Anyway, I'm sitting there with a yellow polo styled shirt on, and my nips could cut glass. I arch my back so that they stick out even farther, so maybe he'll notice. He doesn't.
I then start saying things like "Man, is it cold in here?", "Ooh, my headlights are on! Can anyone turn these things off?", and so on. He still doesn't notice me. Oh well! I tried!
That's all I can really remember. I slept so hard Saturday night to Sunday morning that I'm surprised I can remember anything. I was literally and figuratively exhausted when I put my head to a pillow on Saturday night. Adrianne could've easily had her way with me and I would've never known. I haven't slept that hard in a long, long time.
Oh, I guess I could explain what wore me out that day. We'll start with me working until
I made pretty good time, got to
It was a little after 11 when we made it out to the house. Adrianne had found out that her younger brother, his wife, and their baby came in to see their Mom this weekend. We stayed up to hang out with them for a while, and before we knew it, it was
I woke up at
We went to
The other reason we were in BG was to pick up our wedding bands. That's now one thing we can check off of our list of things to do. Hopefully the list is getting shorter. I know Adrianne doesn't feel like it is, as I can tell she's getting frustrated and/or stressed out about it. I wish there was something I could do to help her out. I just keep thinking to myself "We'll be in sunny
After leaving the Nursing Department thing, we got right back on the
We make it to the wedding on time, and it actually started a little late, so it would've worked out anyway. The place was full of people. I don't know how many they invited, but there were a ton of people there. I sincerely hope most of those people gave them money as presents or something, because there weren't many presents at the "present table". I hope they weren't just a bunch of cheap asses that came for the free beer. **Looking around the reception, I'd say that the prior statement was probably true, since most of the folks that stayed around were just looking to get hammered.**
Adrianne and I stayed at the wedding as long as my tummy could take it. I really didn't feel safe eating anything, other than some bread and crackers, so I was hungry, on top of being sick to my stomach. Not a good combo! We ended up leaving the wedding before the bride and groom, which is taboo, I know! However, we stayed around until almost
Finally, at
So, that's how it all went down. Some people would just say I'm a big sissy, and my reply to them is... "So?"
Friday, May 12, 2006
A REVELATION!!! OF SORTS...
Okay, I was looking at some pictures online when I had deja vu. I saw this hunter in some cammies and I, all of a sudden, remembered one of my dreams from last night.
My Dream: I'm at some old, crappy shopping center and I'm looking for something specific. I can't remember what it is right now, but I've been in every store thus far and haven't found it. Most of the stores are like K-mart or a dressed down version of Dollar General (if you can imagine).
I go into a clothing store and all they have is camouflaged clothing. Everyone shopping in there is also wearing cammies, so I know I'm in the wrong place. I leave the store and meet someone outside. Again, I can't remember who, but I tell them "Man, they didn't have shit in there but camo. Like I don't want to be found or something?"
I then head to the next store, which is like a Dollar Tree or something. I end up talking to this guy who's also looking for something specific, but also having no luck. He tells me what it is, but I forget. I tell him that I've been to every store in the shopping center, but don't remember seeing any of what he's looking for.
That's all I can really remember. Since it's so fragmented, there's no way to make any sense of it. I know one thing I can understand though...
I always make fun of people who wear camo as a fashion. I just want to day to them "You know why camo was created, right?"
Anyway, I also crack the same lame joke "Ooh, I can see their head and hands, but where's the rest of them? It's like they're camouflaged or something!"
Yes, I told you it was lame. It was lame the first time I said it 15 years ago, but I still break it out, on occasion. Yeah, I'm a dork!
Okay, I was looking at some pictures online when I had deja vu. I saw this hunter in some cammies and I, all of a sudden, remembered one of my dreams from last night.
My Dream: I'm at some old, crappy shopping center and I'm looking for something specific. I can't remember what it is right now, but I've been in every store thus far and haven't found it. Most of the stores are like K-mart or a dressed down version of Dollar General (if you can imagine).
I go into a clothing store and all they have is camouflaged clothing. Everyone shopping in there is also wearing cammies, so I know I'm in the wrong place. I leave the store and meet someone outside. Again, I can't remember who, but I tell them "Man, they didn't have shit in there but camo. Like I don't want to be found or something?"
I then head to the next store, which is like a Dollar Tree or something. I end up talking to this guy who's also looking for something specific, but also having no luck. He tells me what it is, but I forget. I tell him that I've been to every store in the shopping center, but don't remember seeing any of what he's looking for.
That's all I can really remember. Since it's so fragmented, there's no way to make any sense of it. I know one thing I can understand though...
I always make fun of people who wear camo as a fashion. I just want to day to them "You know why camo was created, right?"
Anyway, I also crack the same lame joke "Ooh, I can see their head and hands, but where's the rest of them? It's like they're camouflaged or something!"
Yes, I told you it was lame. It was lame the first time I said it 15 years ago, but I still break it out, on occasion. Yeah, I'm a dork!
UGGGH!!! NO DREAMS OR SONGS!!!
Again! I even went out of my way to eat something spicy last night. Usually that ensure the rampant progressions of my cerebral cortex. However, nothing! Nada! El Zilcho!
Oh well! Such is life I guess. I'll just have to dig a little deeper into my bag of tricks. No, I'm not pulling out my "hooker" story, yet. It's a last resort only, and I'm not that desperate yet. No matter how much Beed may want to hear it!
I kind of jumped the gun yesterday on my list of "Miracles of Modern Stupidity". I ran down cubicles pretty good, and I apologize. As I was heading out to lunch, I stopped and turned around and looked into my cube. This is what I saw at first:
Yeah, it doesn't look like much, but it's a lot better than the picture I actually posted yesterday. I have had a job that actually had cubes that small. Man, it sucked!
(Okay I'm getting really pissed at our network right now! I can only type three words and it pops up a proxy password screen. Do you know how long it takes to type this out when you can only type three words at a time? DAMMIT! Got to shut down and start again! "Save as Draft" time!)
Okay, back to the story...
So, I look just a little to the right of my desk and I see this...
Then I say to myself... "Self, how can you possibly complain. Look at that view. Look at the beautiful blue sky! What's there to dislike about that?"
So, I shut the door on my complaining about cubicles. I think I was just in a crappy mood because of the jackass that sits next to me and his incessant shouting at his speakerphone. Maybe I should've spent more time complaining about that?
I got bored yesterday so I cleaned out my overhead cabinet. It was full of stuff from a project I had worked on back in September, but had never cleaned out. Needless to say, 90% of the paper went to the shredder and only a small portion was kept for records. I guess if I wouldn't print out the same freakin' pages 15,000 times, then I wouldn't have that problem, would I?
After I completed that monumental task I got on the internet. Actually I started looking through my bookmarks to see if they needed cleaning up too. Man, I was just "Holly Homebody" yesterday, with all of the cleaning stuff!!
I stumbled across a site that I bookmarked a long time ago and browsed through it. Here it is. This site has some of the craziest pictures I've ever seen on it. Some stuff is just parodies, but some are actual pictures. I'll leave you with a few samples (some of my favorites, that are clean enough to post) ...
I actually have a couple more, but I'm going to integrate them into a post or two later on. You'll know when you see them! Have a great weekend!
Again! I even went out of my way to eat something spicy last night. Usually that ensure the rampant progressions of my cerebral cortex. However, nothing! Nada! El Zilcho!
Oh well! Such is life I guess. I'll just have to dig a little deeper into my bag of tricks. No, I'm not pulling out my "hooker" story, yet. It's a last resort only, and I'm not that desperate yet. No matter how much Beed may want to hear it!
I kind of jumped the gun yesterday on my list of "Miracles of Modern Stupidity". I ran down cubicles pretty good, and I apologize. As I was heading out to lunch, I stopped and turned around and looked into my cube. This is what I saw at first:
Yeah, it doesn't look like much, but it's a lot better than the picture I actually posted yesterday. I have had a job that actually had cubes that small. Man, it sucked!
(Okay I'm getting really pissed at our network right now! I can only type three words and it pops up a proxy password screen. Do you know how long it takes to type this out when you can only type three words at a time? DAMMIT! Got to shut down and start again! "Save as Draft" time!)
Okay, back to the story...
So, I look just a little to the right of my desk and I see this...
Then I say to myself... "Self, how can you possibly complain. Look at that view. Look at the beautiful blue sky! What's there to dislike about that?"
So, I shut the door on my complaining about cubicles. I think I was just in a crappy mood because of the jackass that sits next to me and his incessant shouting at his speakerphone. Maybe I should've spent more time complaining about that?
I got bored yesterday so I cleaned out my overhead cabinet. It was full of stuff from a project I had worked on back in September, but had never cleaned out. Needless to say, 90% of the paper went to the shredder and only a small portion was kept for records. I guess if I wouldn't print out the same freakin' pages 15,000 times, then I wouldn't have that problem, would I?
After I completed that monumental task I got on the internet. Actually I started looking through my bookmarks to see if they needed cleaning up too. Man, I was just "Holly Homebody" yesterday, with all of the cleaning stuff!!
I stumbled across a site that I bookmarked a long time ago and browsed through it. Here it is. This site has some of the craziest pictures I've ever seen on it. Some stuff is just parodies, but some are actual pictures. I'll leave you with a few samples (some of my favorites, that are clean enough to post) ...
(caption: "Instructions for Whitey")
(Caption: "Okay, the lightsaber isn't making the decision any easier")
(Caption: "These kids are going to need years of therapy after this")
(No caption on this one, but, Damn, it's funny to me!)
(No caption on this one either,
but I love Godzilla, and I
cracked up when I saw this!)
(No caption on this one either,
but I love Godzilla, and I
cracked up when I saw this!)
I actually have a couple more, but I'm going to integrate them into a post or two later on. You'll know when you see them! Have a great weekend!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
TRAIN OF THOUGHT...
Well, I don't have one today. Really, my brain is kind of awash in nothingness. It's an odd feeling. The only thing I know is that I need to send my car payment off today. Other than that... NOTHING.
I must've used all of my brain power last night doing nothing, because that's what happened. I was in bed before 11 pm, and got a good night's sleep. Maybe that's it! I didn't deprive myself, like I usually do? Oh well! Enough of that talk!
I think I'll talk about some Miracles of Modern Stupidity instead. The first one comes to mind because it almost killed me this morning.
1) Stairs with steps that have overhangs. Something like this...
I'm sure some engineer, who's smarter than I, can explain why it's necessary to have that little lip on there. I think it's just on there to keep people from running up stairs. Everyday I only take the stairs down from my apartment to the street, then up at work to my office and vice versa when I go home. It's my way of fitting a little exercise into my normal working day.
Well today I was feeling a little spry, so I decided to pick up the pace heading up the stairs here at work. Well, I'm really not a clumsy person. I wouldn't have been as good at some sports as I was if that were the case. Anyway, I'm picking the feet up and putting them down at a pretty good pace when the toe of my right shoe catches one of these stupid overhangs sending me face first into the steps ahead. Luckily my reflexes are still semi-catlike and I throw my arms out to stop the devastation. I bruised my hand up a little bit, but it's better than having a broken nose! I can't imagine out wedding pictures with me having black eyes and a square nose?
2) Ketchup flavored potato chips. Yes, Adrianne and I saw these at the grocery story last week when she was here. Umm... YUCK!! I do understand that some people like to dip their potato chips in ketchup, and who am I to tell them otherwise. However, to actually produce chips flavored that way is just retarded! Next time I go to the grocery I think I'll yank every bag down and crush every last chips within them!
3) Cubicles.
Yes, this is something near and dear to my heart. It's not bad enough that we spend our entire working lives pecking away on a keyboard, under florescent lights, while staring at a 15 inch monitor (thereby ruining our vision), but we're stuck in a six foot by six foot space, if you're lucky (I've been in worse). Hell, even inmates get more room than that! They at least get a toilet in their residence too.
Us though? The everyday working person? We get some crappy natural toned 4 walled box with a three and a half foot opening to enter and exit. Now, I wouldn't complain, as much, if the walls actually went to the ceiling, truly partitioning me off from those around me, but no!! My walls are barely five feet tall. You know what? I'm 6'2". I can easily see over a five foot wall into everyone else's cubes on the floor. Also, short walls do absolutely nothing to block exterior noise. That means I have to listen to everyone else's phone conversations, whether I want to or not. This brings me to my last "miracle" of the day...
4) Speakerphones and the People who use them. I can understand why the speakerphone was created, and it's not that bad of an idea. However, there is a time and a place for such devices. Here is a short list of places they shouldn't be used:
Okay, I've had enough of being a smartass today. I guess I'll get to work now. Maybe not? I should try to start thinking about things I need to pack up tonight to take to Owensboro with me this weekend. I've been pretty lazy since Adrianne left, unless you consider wearing out the Ab Lounge we bought. It already needs some WD40 on the joints. Maybe that's just because I'm too heavy for it? No way!!
Good news about that though. I weighed in this morning at 202 (and that was after I ate breakfast). I'm almost to my target weight for the wedding. I wanted to be at 200 or below. Just a couple more pounds to go! Next week I'll need to go back to the Tux place and get refitted too, just in case!
I did get up and work out on it again this morning. If I can, at a minimum, do two sets of the four exercises in the morning, and the same at night, then I think I'll be doing pretty good. If I can sneak in a lunchtime rep or two, then that will be even better. Now I just need to start jogging or at least get back to walking. That's part of why I take the stairs so much.
However, it's not easy pushing a shopping cart up stairs after you go to Hell-mart! (that's how we get out goodies from the bottom floor to our apartments in my building. People steal shopping carts from places and store then in the stairwells. It's a lot easier than trying to lug 25 full grocery bags, a case of bottled water, and your keys all the way to the elevator, then to your apartment. It really sucks when idiots keep the shopping carts on their floors!) I think tonight I'll take one of those torso shots of myself (like Beed has of him on the beach), but it'll be my "before" shot. If things go well, I'll have an "after" shot in a few months! I know my Boo Boo would like that!
Well, I don't have one today. Really, my brain is kind of awash in nothingness. It's an odd feeling. The only thing I know is that I need to send my car payment off today. Other than that... NOTHING.
I must've used all of my brain power last night doing nothing, because that's what happened. I was in bed before 11 pm, and got a good night's sleep. Maybe that's it! I didn't deprive myself, like I usually do? Oh well! Enough of that talk!
I think I'll talk about some Miracles of Modern Stupidity instead. The first one comes to mind because it almost killed me this morning.
1) Stairs with steps that have overhangs. Something like this...
I'm sure some engineer, who's smarter than I, can explain why it's necessary to have that little lip on there. I think it's just on there to keep people from running up stairs. Everyday I only take the stairs down from my apartment to the street, then up at work to my office and vice versa when I go home. It's my way of fitting a little exercise into my normal working day.
Well today I was feeling a little spry, so I decided to pick up the pace heading up the stairs here at work. Well, I'm really not a clumsy person. I wouldn't have been as good at some sports as I was if that were the case. Anyway, I'm picking the feet up and putting them down at a pretty good pace when the toe of my right shoe catches one of these stupid overhangs sending me face first into the steps ahead. Luckily my reflexes are still semi-catlike and I throw my arms out to stop the devastation. I bruised my hand up a little bit, but it's better than having a broken nose! I can't imagine out wedding pictures with me having black eyes and a square nose?
2) Ketchup flavored potato chips. Yes, Adrianne and I saw these at the grocery story last week when she was here. Umm... YUCK!! I do understand that some people like to dip their potato chips in ketchup, and who am I to tell them otherwise. However, to actually produce chips flavored that way is just retarded! Next time I go to the grocery I think I'll yank every bag down and crush every last chips within them!
3) Cubicles.
Yes, this is something near and dear to my heart. It's not bad enough that we spend our entire working lives pecking away on a keyboard, under florescent lights, while staring at a 15 inch monitor (thereby ruining our vision), but we're stuck in a six foot by six foot space, if you're lucky (I've been in worse). Hell, even inmates get more room than that! They at least get a toilet in their residence too.
Us though? The everyday working person? We get some crappy natural toned 4 walled box with a three and a half foot opening to enter and exit. Now, I wouldn't complain, as much, if the walls actually went to the ceiling, truly partitioning me off from those around me, but no!! My walls are barely five feet tall. You know what? I'm 6'2". I can easily see over a five foot wall into everyone else's cubes on the floor. Also, short walls do absolutely nothing to block exterior noise. That means I have to listen to everyone else's phone conversations, whether I want to or not. This brings me to my last "miracle" of the day...
4) Speakerphones and the People who use them. I can understand why the speakerphone was created, and it's not that bad of an idea. However, there is a time and a place for such devices. Here is a short list of places they shouldn't be used:
- While you're in the bathroom on the toilet (plop, plop, fizz, fizz! Oh what a relief it is!), actually, while you're doing anything in the bathroom! It's just gross!
- If you're in a cube farm (AKA the office where everyone is separated by a five foot tall wall that's only an inch and a half thick)(AAKA MY FUCKIN' NEIGHBOR IN OUR CUBE FARM, RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT -- I can't turn my headphones up enough to drown him out)
- While walking down the street (everyone else on the street doesn't need to know about your baby's daddy cheating on you with your girlfriend)
- While eating dinner at a restaurant (Yes, even freakin' McDonalds)
- While working out (really, if it's that important, get a earpiece)
- While standing in line, ANYWHERE!!! (I don't care what the person on the other end of the call is doing! I'm standing in line losing valuable seconds of my life that I'll never get back!)
- While making a conference call to coworkers not in your office, only if you have a private office with a door that closes, or a separate conference room
- While driving, with your windows up and no one else in the car
- While you're changing clothes
- On a deserted island, or anyplace where no one else is within earshot
Okay, I've had enough of being a smartass today. I guess I'll get to work now. Maybe not? I should try to start thinking about things I need to pack up tonight to take to Owensboro with me this weekend. I've been pretty lazy since Adrianne left, unless you consider wearing out the Ab Lounge we bought. It already needs some WD40 on the joints. Maybe that's just because I'm too heavy for it? No way!!
Good news about that though. I weighed in this morning at 202 (and that was after I ate breakfast). I'm almost to my target weight for the wedding. I wanted to be at 200 or below. Just a couple more pounds to go! Next week I'll need to go back to the Tux place and get refitted too, just in case!
I did get up and work out on it again this morning. If I can, at a minimum, do two sets of the four exercises in the morning, and the same at night, then I think I'll be doing pretty good. If I can sneak in a lunchtime rep or two, then that will be even better. Now I just need to start jogging or at least get back to walking. That's part of why I take the stairs so much.
However, it's not easy pushing a shopping cart up stairs after you go to Hell-mart! (that's how we get out goodies from the bottom floor to our apartments in my building. People steal shopping carts from places and store then in the stairwells. It's a lot easier than trying to lug 25 full grocery bags, a case of bottled water, and your keys all the way to the elevator, then to your apartment. It really sucks when idiots keep the shopping carts on their floors!) I think tonight I'll take one of those torso shots of myself (like Beed has of him on the beach), but it'll be my "before" shot. If things go well, I'll have an "after" shot in a few months! I know my Boo Boo would like that!
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
REHASHING OLD MEMORIES...
Okay, so I was reading through some of my old entries this afternoon. Actually, I was reading comments to see if anyone had gone through and read my old stuff and left any comments. Well, I came across a post of mine where my buddy Dahbeed told me to finish a story. I misinterpreted the request though.
At the end of the post I asked the question "Have I told you my story about meeting Sid Vicious outside my apartment building?", which I think is what he was wanting to hear. So, here it is. I'm releasing this little factlet because I got out of a meeting that lasted nearly an hour and a half, and I just don't feel like doing any work this last hour of the day.
I hadn't lived in Memphis very long. I believe it was July, because I recall sweating when I saw him. Maybe it was just the intensity radiating off of "Psycho Sid"? I don't know. Anyway, I had to run over to the post office for something. As I'm cruising the sidewalk across the street from the Madison Hotel I look over and there stands Sid Vicious, in the flesh, with one of the bell boys in a mock headlock.
My brain doesn't really process the information very well at the time, so I keep on heading to my destination. I finish up my business at the P.O. (which I'm sure is no where near as nice as Beed's place of occupation) and head back to work.
This time I decide to walk on the sidewalk right in front of the hotel, just in case. Sure enough, Sid Vicious is still outside chatting with the bell boys and valet parkers. The guy is about three times as wide as I am. His shoulders are just amazingly broad. However, he's got the skinniest legs I've ever seen, and I've got chicken legs, so just imagine.
It's really hard to miss this monster of a man standing dead in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy street in downtown Memphis. He was still rockin' the bleach-blonde jerry curl, which was as fresh as ever. He had on a tank top and some shorts that would make Larry Bird, circa 1984, blush. I just think they made him look a lot taller than he already was, which was at least 6'4".
So, I stroll up the block and as I'm approaching him he sees me and smiles this huge grin. It mostly resembled the Cheshire Cat from Wonderland.
I walk right up to him, being star struck and all, and say"Wow, you're Sid Vicious!" He replies "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you! How ya doin'?"
I was kind of in shock. I've met a couple other rasslers in my time (but that's a whole other story, but a funny one), but never had one actually want to talk to me.
Apparently he worked out at the gym adjacent to my building and, when finished, would come over to the Madison to hang out and shoot the shit with the workers. He was really a cool guy, and nothing like the persona that the TV made him out to be.
Sid Vicious is mos def in my Cool Book. I haven't figured out which page he's on though?
Just in case you didn't know, this is my boy, "Psycho" Sid Vicious...
PS - Someone remind me sometime to tell my hooker story. It's really some funny shit! (Yes Beed, I'm leaving you hanging twice with this post!)
Okay, so I was reading through some of my old entries this afternoon. Actually, I was reading comments to see if anyone had gone through and read my old stuff and left any comments. Well, I came across a post of mine where my buddy Dahbeed told me to finish a story. I misinterpreted the request though.
At the end of the post I asked the question "Have I told you my story about meeting Sid Vicious outside my apartment building?", which I think is what he was wanting to hear. So, here it is. I'm releasing this little factlet because I got out of a meeting that lasted nearly an hour and a half, and I just don't feel like doing any work this last hour of the day.
I hadn't lived in Memphis very long. I believe it was July, because I recall sweating when I saw him. Maybe it was just the intensity radiating off of "Psycho Sid"? I don't know. Anyway, I had to run over to the post office for something. As I'm cruising the sidewalk across the street from the Madison Hotel I look over and there stands Sid Vicious, in the flesh, with one of the bell boys in a mock headlock.
My brain doesn't really process the information very well at the time, so I keep on heading to my destination. I finish up my business at the P.O. (which I'm sure is no where near as nice as Beed's place of occupation) and head back to work.
This time I decide to walk on the sidewalk right in front of the hotel, just in case. Sure enough, Sid Vicious is still outside chatting with the bell boys and valet parkers. The guy is about three times as wide as I am. His shoulders are just amazingly broad. However, he's got the skinniest legs I've ever seen, and I've got chicken legs, so just imagine.
It's really hard to miss this monster of a man standing dead in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy street in downtown Memphis. He was still rockin' the bleach-blonde jerry curl, which was as fresh as ever. He had on a tank top and some shorts that would make Larry Bird, circa 1984, blush. I just think they made him look a lot taller than he already was, which was at least 6'4".
So, I stroll up the block and as I'm approaching him he sees me and smiles this huge grin. It mostly resembled the Cheshire Cat from Wonderland.
I walk right up to him, being star struck and all, and say"Wow, you're Sid Vicious!" He replies "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you! How ya doin'?"
I was kind of in shock. I've met a couple other rasslers in my time (but that's a whole other story, but a funny one), but never had one actually want to talk to me.
Apparently he worked out at the gym adjacent to my building and, when finished, would come over to the Madison to hang out and shoot the shit with the workers. He was really a cool guy, and nothing like the persona that the TV made him out to be.
Sid Vicious is mos def in my Cool Book. I haven't figured out which page he's on though?
Just in case you didn't know, this is my boy, "Psycho" Sid Vicious...
PS - Someone remind me sometime to tell my hooker story. It's really some funny shit! (Yes Beed, I'm leaving you hanging twice with this post!)
THE STICKIEST OF THE ICKY...
No, not that "sticky icky", humidity busters! Once again we've got ourselves some nice weather here today. It's stormed on and off all night, even waking me out of my slumber once or twice. I did sleep pretty good though. If only I had gone to bed two hours earlier! I don't feel bad this morning though, just have a slight headache.
I did something I haven't done in ages this morning. I actually got out of bed and did some exercising. No, not "Sweating to the Oldies" withBen 's buddy Richard "Slippery Dick" Simmons! Adrianne and I purchased an Ab Lounge Sport on Monday night, so I did two sets of four different ab exercises. Then I followed Beed's lead and did some curls. Now if only I could get rid of Bob's Bitch Tits!! They're not really that bad, or at least I don't think so. I'm going to start throwing some pushups in there too, to work on that. Now I just have to start going back down to the basement every night to get on the treadmill, and I'll be alright!
I'm also going to try to do the Ab Lounge and curls on the days I'm home for lunch, then when I get home from work. If I can do that, I may expedite the process of looking like Lou Ferrigno, AKA "The Real Incredible Hulk". Well, I don't want to look quite that good, but I'm sure Adrianne wouldn't mind. The crazy thing is that I haven't kept a steady workout in a long time, yet I have one set of muscles that almost look good. Those would be my "traps". Those are the muscles that run from the shoulder-blades to the base of the neck. Mine are almost always rock solid. I can't explain it.
Anyway, I had several dreams last night. I can't remember most of them. I remember only one part of one, and that is that I was either crying in the dream, or crying when I woke up, because of the dream. I don't know what in the dream would make that happen, but I don't believe it was a happy cry. Usually I remember the things that upset me in my dreams though.
I did remember bits and pieces of another dream, as I was walking to work. I had to wait for my computer to actually pick up our network (which is what runs the internet and email), so I wrote some things down so I wouldn't forget.
My Dream: I'm back at the first house we lived in when we moved toBowling Green
My sister decides to go inside to finish getting ready. I stay outside and say "I'm going to take 10 more shots, whether they go in or not". I miss the first six, and I know this because I'm actually counting aloud. Finally I make number seven. I also make numbers eight, nine, and ten. I'm not ready to finish up just yet though. I decide I'll try to dunk the ball. It's frightening, because I actually can do it. I dunk a couple of times, when I hear my Mom come into the garage.
She says something incoherent to me, so I yell back "Watch this! I can dunk again!" I end up dunking a rock that's a little bit bigger than a bottle cap. She just kind of shrugs. I say "Hold on! I can do better!"
This time I run up and dunk, but it's a steak that I dunk, and where the net should be is aluminum foil. I think to myself "Hmm... That's odd." This time she's pretty impressed and tells me she's proud of me. That's all I need to hear. I head into the garage to give her a kiss as she's heading to work. I notice she's wearing an all red outfit. She looks exactly like she did when I was 10 years old.
Once she leaves I'm just kind of looking around the garage and I think to myself "Wait, I don't have to go to school anymore, I've already graduated. Am I supposed to go to work though?"
I can't remember what happens after that. I may have woken up, or some thunder woke me up. Who knows?
What it means? Well, a lot of stuff just trickled in from something I was doing prior to going to bed. I was working on some wording for "our" thank you's on our wedding programs. I actually mention my Mom, Sis, and basketball in there.
I ended up going to bed without eating any dinner, so the steak probably showed up in there because I was hungry. I don't know why I dunked a little rock though. Maybe that's what's rattling around in my head?
I'm not sure why my Sister and I were our current ages either, yet my Mom was 20 years younger. Maybe that was when my mind thought she was her most beautiful? I'm hoping the red dress was my thinking about the "Hilltoppers". Maybe she was heading to a basketball game? Without me? Oh man! That sucks!
I've had the same thoughts in dreams a million times. I always think that I have to go to school, but never do and talk myself out of it. However, I can never decide if I have to go to work. Hmm... I think my subconscious is telling me "WORK SUCKS!!"
Okay, on to other pressing matters. At work, we've been trying to hire someone since I first got here. We've always been at least one person short, so that always means the rest of us are doing way too much work. Well, we've hired two new people, which is both great and not so great.
We were hoping to hire some folks with experience, but every candidate fell through for some reason. We also wanted a person with some background in Real Estate Lending, but couldn't get one. So, we hired two people fresh out of college.
I guess it's not all bad. At least we get to start from scratch! They know nothing of what we do, so they don't have any preconceptions, nor anything knowledge basis that can skew their thought processes. My Boss has asked me to be a mentor for one of the young ladies, and I've happily accepted. I actually like working with people and trying to share everything I know. I just always have the problem of not being able to teach things "linearly". I tend to jump all around, which is just the way my brain works.
You have been reading this blog right? If you haven't figured out that I have some severe ADD at times, then I'm sorry! I'll work on trying to get that point across more in the future.
Okay, well it's time for a little training! Wish her luck! She'll need it!
No, not that "sticky icky", humidity busters! Once again we've got ourselves some nice weather here today. It's stormed on and off all night, even waking me out of my slumber once or twice. I did sleep pretty good though. If only I had gone to bed two hours earlier! I don't feel bad this morning though, just have a slight headache.
I did something I haven't done in ages this morning. I actually got out of bed and did some exercising. No, not "Sweating to the Oldies" with
I'm also going to try to do the Ab Lounge and curls on the days I'm home for lunch, then when I get home from work. If I can do that, I may expedite the process of looking like Lou Ferrigno, AKA "The Real Incredible Hulk". Well, I don't want to look quite that good, but I'm sure Adrianne wouldn't mind. The crazy thing is that I haven't kept a steady workout in a long time, yet I have one set of muscles that almost look good. Those would be my "traps". Those are the muscles that run from the shoulder-blades to the base of the neck. Mine are almost always rock solid. I can't explain it.
Anyway, I had several dreams last night. I can't remember most of them. I remember only one part of one, and that is that I was either crying in the dream, or crying when I woke up, because of the dream. I don't know what in the dream would make that happen, but I don't believe it was a happy cry. Usually I remember the things that upset me in my dreams though.
I did remember bits and pieces of another dream, as I was walking to work. I had to wait for my computer to actually pick up our network (which is what runs the internet and email), so I wrote some things down so I wouldn't forget.
My Dream: I'm back at the first house we lived in when we moved to
My sister decides to go inside to finish getting ready. I stay outside and say "I'm going to take 10 more shots, whether they go in or not". I miss the first six, and I know this because I'm actually counting aloud. Finally I make number seven. I also make numbers eight, nine, and ten. I'm not ready to finish up just yet though. I decide I'll try to dunk the ball. It's frightening, because I actually can do it. I dunk a couple of times, when I hear my Mom come into the garage.
She says something incoherent to me, so I yell back "Watch this! I can dunk again!" I end up dunking a rock that's a little bit bigger than a bottle cap. She just kind of shrugs. I say "Hold on! I can do better!"
This time I run up and dunk, but it's a steak that I dunk, and where the net should be is aluminum foil. I think to myself "Hmm... That's odd." This time she's pretty impressed and tells me she's proud of me. That's all I need to hear. I head into the garage to give her a kiss as she's heading to work. I notice she's wearing an all red outfit. She looks exactly like she did when I was 10 years old.
Once she leaves I'm just kind of looking around the garage and I think to myself "Wait, I don't have to go to school anymore, I've already graduated. Am I supposed to go to work though?"
I can't remember what happens after that. I may have woken up, or some thunder woke me up. Who knows?
What it means? Well, a lot of stuff just trickled in from something I was doing prior to going to bed. I was working on some wording for "our" thank you's on our wedding programs. I actually mention my Mom, Sis, and basketball in there.
I ended up going to bed without eating any dinner, so the steak probably showed up in there because I was hungry. I don't know why I dunked a little rock though. Maybe that's what's rattling around in my head?
I'm not sure why my Sister and I were our current ages either, yet my Mom was 20 years younger. Maybe that was when my mind thought she was her most beautiful? I'm hoping the red dress was my thinking about the "Hilltoppers". Maybe she was heading to a basketball game? Without me? Oh man! That sucks!
I've had the same thoughts in dreams a million times. I always think that I have to go to school, but never do and talk myself out of it. However, I can never decide if I have to go to work. Hmm... I think my subconscious is telling me "WORK SUCKS!!"
Okay, on to other pressing matters. At work, we've been trying to hire someone since I first got here. We've always been at least one person short, so that always means the rest of us are doing way too much work. Well, we've hired two new people, which is both great and not so great.
We were hoping to hire some folks with experience, but every candidate fell through for some reason. We also wanted a person with some background in Real Estate Lending, but couldn't get one. So, we hired two people fresh out of college.
I guess it's not all bad. At least we get to start from scratch! They know nothing of what we do, so they don't have any preconceptions, nor anything knowledge basis that can skew their thought processes. My Boss has asked me to be a mentor for one of the young ladies, and I've happily accepted. I actually like working with people and trying to share everything I know. I just always have the problem of not being able to teach things "linearly". I tend to jump all around, which is just the way my brain works.
You have been reading this blog right? If you haven't figured out that I have some severe ADD at times, then I'm sorry! I'll work on trying to get that point across more in the future.
Okay, well it's time for a little training! Wish her luck! She'll need it!
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END...
That's how the saying goes anyway. However, some things just get suspended and pick right back up shortly thereafter. What I'm speaking of is my honey heading home again. After another wonderful week together, she's heading back to Owensboro as I type (I almost said "As we speak").
I had several thoughts together this morning when I got here, but stupid "Blogger" decided to crap out on me, so I could make a post. Well, I shouldn't say that, because it could just be our shitty internet here at work. I don't know which, but it easily could be a combination of the two.
I can't remember any dreams from last night, again. I have a feeling tomorrow will be a different story though. I can say this, though... I've rubbed off on Adrianne. She started to remember some of her dreams and actually tried writing some things (or at least I think). We talked about a couple of hers over the last few days, since my mind has come into focus completely blank.
Personally, I think my brain is paying me back for opening up it's functioning to Adrianne last week. I told her how I go to sleep at night and how I operate my mind. It's not as easy as some may think. At bedtime, my mind is working a thousand miles an hour. I've probably thought up the cure for cancer sometime in there, but wiped it out, just in order to get some sleep.
She asked me "Why would you cut it off? It sounds like you should be nurturing it instead?" I said "Yeah, that's a great idea, but I do have to function at work, right?" If I spent all my nights thinking and working on harvesting my thoughts, I'd be in a hell hole at work. On any given night I can easily stay up until 3 or 4 am, but I choose not to. This is because 7 am comes rather quickly when you stay up that late. I don't think the folks that sign my paycheck would appreciate me sleepwalking through the day.
We did have one funny thing happen last night. I don't remember any of it, but Adrianne said it happened, so I believe her. Supposedly I started "making out" with her during the night, and was trying to "get it on". I have no recollection of it, but she said she remembered the way I was kissing her. Damn!! Why do I have to forgot the good stuff?
I had a song in my head this morning too. Actually, I had several, but this one was the first, so I'll go with it.
Song of the day: "The Pot" by Tool from 10,000 Days
Many people immediately think this song is about "Mary Jane" just because of the "you must've been high" lines and the name of the song. However, if they pay a little closer attention, it's about hypocrites, which is a common subject on the album. They actually talk about a "black kettle" in the song, so do you get it yet? I kept singing the "Who are you to wave your finger" part in my head. Why? Hell, I don't know. Do I ever?
I don't really have too much else to talk about today. I just know I've got to go home to an empty apartment tonight. This always happens when I kind of get used to someone being there with me. Well, only 18 more days, and I won't ever have to worry about that again. Hooray for me!
That's how the saying goes anyway. However, some things just get suspended and pick right back up shortly thereafter. What I'm speaking of is my honey heading home again. After another wonderful week together, she's heading back to Owensboro as I type (I almost said "As we speak").
I had several thoughts together this morning when I got here, but stupid "Blogger" decided to crap out on me, so I could make a post. Well, I shouldn't say that, because it could just be our shitty internet here at work. I don't know which, but it easily could be a combination of the two.
I can't remember any dreams from last night, again. I have a feeling tomorrow will be a different story though. I can say this, though... I've rubbed off on Adrianne. She started to remember some of her dreams and actually tried writing some things (or at least I think). We talked about a couple of hers over the last few days, since my mind has come into focus completely blank.
Personally, I think my brain is paying me back for opening up it's functioning to Adrianne last week. I told her how I go to sleep at night and how I operate my mind. It's not as easy as some may think. At bedtime, my mind is working a thousand miles an hour. I've probably thought up the cure for cancer sometime in there, but wiped it out, just in order to get some sleep.
She asked me "Why would you cut it off? It sounds like you should be nurturing it instead?" I said "Yeah, that's a great idea, but I do have to function at work, right?" If I spent all my nights thinking and working on harvesting my thoughts, I'd be in a hell hole at work. On any given night I can easily stay up until 3 or 4 am, but I choose not to. This is because 7 am comes rather quickly when you stay up that late. I don't think the folks that sign my paycheck would appreciate me sleepwalking through the day.
We did have one funny thing happen last night. I don't remember any of it, but Adrianne said it happened, so I believe her. Supposedly I started "making out" with her during the night, and was trying to "get it on". I have no recollection of it, but she said she remembered the way I was kissing her. Damn!! Why do I have to forgot the good stuff?
I had a song in my head this morning too. Actually, I had several, but this one was the first, so I'll go with it.
Song of the day: "The Pot" by Tool from 10,000 Days
Many people immediately think this song is about "Mary Jane" just because of the "you must've been high" lines and the name of the song. However, if they pay a little closer attention, it's about hypocrites, which is a common subject on the album. They actually talk about a "black kettle" in the song, so do you get it yet? I kept singing the "Who are you to wave your finger" part in my head. Why? Hell, I don't know. Do I ever?
I don't really have too much else to talk about today. I just know I've got to go home to an empty apartment tonight. This always happens when I kind of get used to someone being there with me. Well, only 18 more days, and I won't ever have to worry about that again. Hooray for me!
Monday, May 08, 2006
WAVES COME CRASHING IN...
Supposedly it was a crazy weekend down here. Other than some traffic, we didn't really notice it. Friday night we went over and watched a Redbirds game, followed by fireworks. Yes, I'm still a big kid when it comes to fireworks. I get all antsy in my pantsy when they start up. I end up cheering like crazy, as if the fireworks technicians can hear me over the "booming". At a ripe ol' thirty years old, I still love fireworks. I believe it was bred in me though. I was born on July 5th, mind you.
We did not get anywhere close to the Beale Street music festival this weekend. Actually, we really didn't want to either. For the most part, it was cold and ugly this weekend. We barely had temperatures in the 70's and it was either spitting rain or overcast the entire time. I can't remember 10 minutes of sunshine the entire weekend. In other words, if we went to the festival, we probably would've been knee-deep in the muck dealing with drunk idiots. That sure does sound like fun, doesn't it?
I didn't have any dreams last night, but I did wake up with a odd song in my head. I'm not too sure why I didn't have any dreams last night. I know I didn't sleep very well, but usually that doesn't stop me. I'm pretty tired today, so I'm hoping to get a "wind" shortly, just so I'll feel like doing some work. I've got a few things to do, which, the quicker I get them done, the more time I'll have to screw around, until we get our next assignment.
Song of the Day: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day from American Idiot
I'm not sure how this got in there. I don't really like the song. I know Adrianne does, and maybe we heard it over the weekend or something. I don't remember. I like Green Day's old stuff, but haven't enjoyed their last couple of albums. I have them, but don't know that I've even listened to either one of them all the way through without wanting to turn them off. I think I got them for someone else, instead of for my own enjoyment. Why else would I be trying to locate Nick Lachey's new album?
So, in my spare time, I've been reading some reviews on my new favorite album (which I still can't stop listening to). Many of the reviewers feel exactly like I do about it. However, and I'm still trying to figure this one out, some are disgusted that it doesn't sound like old Tool?
I guess my biggest question is this... Why would you want it to?
If you want to listen to music that never progresses or bands that don't improve on their craft, then go listen to some of the new hip hop or pop rock bands out there, because that's what you're wanting anyway.
In my honest opinion, Tool has gotten better, and different, in every subsequent album they've released since Opiate, back in 1992. Every album is it's own entity and shouldn't be compared to the last. Yes, sometimes that means that you may have liked the last album more than the new one. However, I don't feel it fair to say "Well, 10,000 Days is horrible, because it sounds nothing like Lateralus". Dipshits!! It's not supposed to!
I explained it to Adrianne like this. All of their albums are like a wavelength.
It's like Opiate started at the "Trough", and built up to a nice "Peak" with "Cold and Ugly", then headed back to a "trough" with "Gaping Lotus Experience". They picked up velocity starting with "Intolerance", reached a peak on Undertow with "4 degrees" then came back down to a trough with "Disgustipated". Velocity started to pick up again with "Stinkfist", and had several "peaks" and "troughs" during Aenima, with "Third Eye" being a great crescendo on the album. It's hard to get much higher than that. Then they bumped it even higher with "The Grudge". Lateralus flows up and down the "Peak" and "Trough" areas of the spectrum, while being beautifully organized. It ended with the "Trough" song of "Faaid do Oiad". "Viacarious" immediately picks right up where Lateralus left off, heading straight up to a peak. The rest of the albums follows a wonderful flow of "ups" and "downs", using interludes to take care of the "troughs" and almost every song is a "Peak".
I might be the only person who sees this, but it's what I think. I know I've spent too much time since last Tuesday thinking about this album, but it has a lot of thought provoking images on/in it, if a person gives forth the effort to see and understand what is before them. When was the last time you could say that about one of Nelly's albums?
Supposedly it was a crazy weekend down here. Other than some traffic, we didn't really notice it. Friday night we went over and watched a Redbirds game, followed by fireworks. Yes, I'm still a big kid when it comes to fireworks. I get all antsy in my pantsy when they start up. I end up cheering like crazy, as if the fireworks technicians can hear me over the "booming". At a ripe ol' thirty years old, I still love fireworks. I believe it was bred in me though. I was born on July 5th, mind you.
We did not get anywhere close to the Beale Street music festival this weekend. Actually, we really didn't want to either. For the most part, it was cold and ugly this weekend. We barely had temperatures in the 70's and it was either spitting rain or overcast the entire time. I can't remember 10 minutes of sunshine the entire weekend. In other words, if we went to the festival, we probably would've been knee-deep in the muck dealing with drunk idiots. That sure does sound like fun, doesn't it?
I didn't have any dreams last night, but I did wake up with a odd song in my head. I'm not too sure why I didn't have any dreams last night. I know I didn't sleep very well, but usually that doesn't stop me. I'm pretty tired today, so I'm hoping to get a "wind" shortly, just so I'll feel like doing some work. I've got a few things to do, which, the quicker I get them done, the more time I'll have to screw around, until we get our next assignment.
Song of the Day: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day from American Idiot
I'm not sure how this got in there. I don't really like the song. I know Adrianne does, and maybe we heard it over the weekend or something. I don't remember. I like Green Day's old stuff, but haven't enjoyed their last couple of albums. I have them, but don't know that I've even listened to either one of them all the way through without wanting to turn them off. I think I got them for someone else, instead of for my own enjoyment. Why else would I be trying to locate Nick Lachey's new album?
So, in my spare time, I've been reading some reviews on my new favorite album (which I still can't stop listening to). Many of the reviewers feel exactly like I do about it. However, and I'm still trying to figure this one out, some are disgusted that it doesn't sound like old Tool?
I guess my biggest question is this... Why would you want it to?
If you want to listen to music that never progresses or bands that don't improve on their craft, then go listen to some of the new hip hop or pop rock bands out there, because that's what you're wanting anyway.
In my honest opinion, Tool has gotten better, and different, in every subsequent album they've released since Opiate, back in 1992. Every album is it's own entity and shouldn't be compared to the last. Yes, sometimes that means that you may have liked the last album more than the new one. However, I don't feel it fair to say "Well, 10,000 Days is horrible, because it sounds nothing like Lateralus". Dipshits!! It's not supposed to!
I explained it to Adrianne like this. All of their albums are like a wavelength.
It's like Opiate started at the "Trough", and built up to a nice "Peak" with "Cold and Ugly", then headed back to a "trough" with "Gaping Lotus Experience". They picked up velocity starting with "Intolerance", reached a peak on Undertow with "4 degrees" then came back down to a trough with "Disgustipated". Velocity started to pick up again with "Stinkfist", and had several "peaks" and "troughs" during Aenima, with "Third Eye" being a great crescendo on the album. It's hard to get much higher than that. Then they bumped it even higher with "The Grudge". Lateralus flows up and down the "Peak" and "Trough" areas of the spectrum, while being beautifully organized. It ended with the "Trough" song of "Faaid do Oiad". "Viacarious" immediately picks right up where Lateralus left off, heading straight up to a peak. The rest of the albums follows a wonderful flow of "ups" and "downs", using interludes to take care of the "troughs" and almost every song is a "Peak".
I might be the only person who sees this, but it's what I think. I know I've spent too much time since last Tuesday thinking about this album, but it has a lot of thought provoking images on/in it, if a person gives forth the effort to see and understand what is before them. When was the last time you could say that about one of Nelly's albums?
Friday, May 05, 2006
THINKING IS A DANGEROUS THING...
I don't have a lot to talk about this morning, believe it or not. I didn't remember any of my dreams from last night, but I did have a song in my head, which kind of flows into something I've been thinking quite a bit lately.
Song of the day: "Right in Two" by Tool from 10,000 Days
I've been singing part of this song both in my head and aloud since I first heard it. That part would be "Monkeys killing Monkeys killing Monkeys", just ask Adrianne. She's already tired of the new album, even though I can't get enough of it. I haven't listened to anything else since Tuesday. I just keep listening to it over and over. If I don't take a lot of breaks, while at work, I can almost listen to it in its entirety 6 times in one day. It does clock in at just over one hour and fifteen minutes ya know!
Anyway, that's not the part of the song that gets me thinking. It's the entire song, so here are the lyrics (some are not fully confirmed yet and are noted in the brackets):
"Right in Two"
Angels on the sideline,
Puzzled and amused.
Why did Father give these humans free will?
Now they're all confused.
Don't these talking monkeys know that
Plenty in this holy garden, silly monkeys
Where there's one you're bound to divide it
Right in two
Angels on the sideline,
Baffled and confused.
Father blessed them all with reason,
And this is what they choose?
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they forge a blade
And where there's one they're bound to divide it
Right in two
Monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground.
Silly monkeys give them thumbs they make a club,
And beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
Repugnant is a creature who would squander the ability,
To lift an eye to heaven, conscious of his fleeting time here.
[Cutting it all right in two
/ Cutting our love right in two]
Fight over the clouds, over wind, over sky
Fight over your lie, over blood, over anything
Fight over love, over sun, over nothing
Fight till they die,
(Ahhh!) over what? for their ending
[This whole section is still being debated over. It's really quiet in the song and you can barely make out that Maynard is saying anything]
Angels on the sideline again,
[Mixing love / Benched along] with patience and reason.
Angels on the sideline again,
Wondering where this tug of war will end.
[Cutting it all right in two
/ Cutting our love right in two]
So, here goes... (picture me cutting open my chest to bare my soul)
I'm not a very religious person. I barely have belief, to be honest. My Mom was forced to be a strict Southern Baptist as a child and never forced belief on my sister and I. Instead, she taught us right and wrong and how you should treat your fellow man (or woman). These things are most commonly called "morals". Most people immediately assign that term to religion, but it's not always the case.
When my Mom remarried, her new husband was a Catholic. So, we began attending the Catholic Church on the important holidays. We rarely went otherwise. I started learning little by little about organized religion then. I ended up going to a Catholic college after finishing high school. At
I think this has opened me up even more to be a thinker about religion, instead of a believer. I have studied other religions, including Buddhism, Hindu, Muslim, and others. I've never felt comfortable being restricted into any of them. I know people find their own faith and where they are comfortable being. Some people, unfortunately, are forced to believe how they believe, and know no different and have no desire to open their minds to anything else.
Here's where I have problems. I don't believe I should force how I believe/feel on anyone else. I think people should use their "free will" and decide what is right for them. However, there are so many "believers" in this world that feel it's their job to force-feed their religion to everyone else.
When it comes to religion, I'm a listener, unlike in everything else, where I'm a talker. I want to hear what others are saying, until they get to this point... "Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and personal savior?" (or something along those lines)
Also, I hate it when someone finds out about my "beliefs" and says "Well, you ought to come to my Church. I think you'd like it. It's not like all the others." That's such a crock of shit. Most of those people just want to get me there so they can make their feeble attempts to brainwash me. Like one session is going to do it. I’m too hardheaded for that!
Anyway, I do not trust anyone who is paid to speak the gospel (which has been changed to fit what they want to tell people). I have more faith in Priests than anyone. At least I know they have gone to school and studied, specifically and in-depth, what they are trying to preach. It should be noted that a good friend of mine from college is now a Priest and will be presiding over our wedding. So, I have some contact with Priests. It's the Reverends and Pastors I don't trust. There’s something odd about a guy driving a Cadillac preaching to people that had to ride the bus to hear him and give his “church” money that they need to feed their families that just drives me crazy!
Okay, I got off subject, but what's new? It's funny, because when I go to church with Adrianne I usually just sit there and let everything sink in. I want to hear the passages that are being read, and how the Priest interprets them. From there I can come to my own conclusions about what was discussed. That's kind of the way I like it.
However, at the same time, I don't feel like people have to live within the confines of being in one place at a certain time once a week to be a "believer". I'm afraid a lot of people abide by that ideology. If they can do it and look at themselves in the mirror, then so be it. I’m not one to tell someone the way they practice their religion is wrong!
I feel like anyone can be a believer and not attend a church even once in their lifetime. They can create "God" within themselves. No, not like David Koresh or something! Belief begins within, so you have to have "God" within you before you can go any further. Actually, you don't even have to call it "God", other religions have different names for "it".
So, there's some background. I've been thinking, for a long time (since I was in college) about heaven and hell. I don't believe in purgatory, since that was made up by the Catholic Church during a time of need. Many people believe that when you die, you either go to heaven or hell, based on how you lived your life. If you were good, and have repented for your sins, then you get to go to heaven. If you were bad or didn't repent, then you go to hell.
It's all so cut and dry right? Well, not in my world. I don't really believe in heaven and hell. All I really know is that there has to something better than life on earth. As much love, enjoyment, peace, and the spectrum of good things that happens while we're here, there are so many horrible things we have to endure, witness, and/or sustain. So, here's what I think...
If there is a heaven and hell, then our lives on earth have to be our penance in "hell", and through death we get to "heaven". The afterlife has to be better than this, right? If I'm forced through watching the people I love die, violence, hatred, and ignorance for, hopefully, 70 plus years, then I'm hoping there's something better waiting for me when I close my eyes for the last time.
I work to do right in my life everyday. I don't want to be a bad person. I try to give as much love as I can to the world, in hopes of making it a better place, little by little. I can't fathom being tortured throughout eternity because I enjoyed fornicating, partaking of alcohol, gluttony, and any number of so-called "sins". It's just not the way it all works in my head.
I know many will not agree with me, and that is okay. I just do my best to keep an open mind, and to continue to learn more about why other people "believe" the way they do. I also feel like there is good in every person, no matter how bad they may seem.
(picture me being stitched back up)
PS - Please feel free to lambaste me. I have thick skin, but, even more, I like to hear what people think. If you don't feel comfortable posting comments about this stuff, then send me an email. I promise I'll check it sometime this month.
PSS - If this whole blog were a book, I would be on page 103 right now. Everyday I save my entries onto a Word document, just in case. I checked today, and this latest entry busted me over the 100 page mark. Do you think I talk to much, or do I just think too much?
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