Okay, so we're clear, I was correct in calling a Bruins sweep and the Mighty Quackers upsetting the Sharks in the NHL playoffs. Well, here for your amusement are my picks for the conference semifinals...laugh at your own peril:
Chicago vs. Vancouver: Look, I know everyone will be talking about how good Canucks G Roberto Luongo is and how well he plays. He's like 6'6" on skates!! He better block a ton of shots. I like the Blackhawks in this series, in 6 games, I think they're tougher and can throw more looks at the Canucks and keep them on their heels. Person who will decide the series, in a sneaky way: Mats Sundin.
Anaheim vs. Detroit: Quack, Quack, Quack....alright, I'm done with the lame movie reference, even if it did make Emilio Estevez relevant for a few minutes. At least you get to see Mike Modano in a North Stars jersey-which is where they belong (don't get me started about the North Stars moving to Dallas, it won't end pretty), but the big deal to this series is firepower. Detroit has much more of it. As such, while it's been fun for Anaheim, they're done in 5.
Pittsburgh vs. Washington: I hope they have plenty of light bulbs, I'm guessing there will be 6 goals scored every game. The two best scoring teams (by the eyeball test), and the goaltending isn't superduper. Plus, there is a chance to see Sydney Crosby whine. What could be better than watching Ovechkin score and score and score? Nothing, that's what. Capitals in 7.
Hurricanes vs. Bruins: I will not be predicting a sweep in this series. Carolina is the one team I really didn't want to see, because they have had success in the past, especially their goalie. I look for the B's to be a little rusty in the 1st period of game 1-how could they not be, it'll be almost 2 weeks between games. But the home crowd will pick them up, and then it's on to a 4-2 W. As for the rest of the series....well, I'm just going to tell you that the B's win in 6, but it won't be easy. Heed these words-Don't dick around with the puck, dive towards the net in the 3 on 2 situations and good things will happen.
The only other news I have right now is that I found a company I want to work for. They are based out of DC but have a role that would be perfect for me, in Boston. So it would be a role in a company that deals with the type of software I like in a city I want to be in...hmm, that sounds about right, now doesn't it!! I've been in touch with some folks on their Business Development team and have forwarded the ol' resume to the HR person they put me in touch with. Now it's all about waiting for them to read it, love it, and call me.
My only concern is the current job I have. My project has actually picked up, quite a bit honestly, in the last 2 days. But, you have to go with your gut, or at least I do. My gut has done fantastic work for me in all aspects of my life except one (and we're not talking about that right about now), so as much as I appreciate this opportunity and am even kind of enjoying it, I don't owe anyone anything except myself. Weird, I think I'm coming off as selfish. Am I?
Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Nice job Morons
Not sure who's to blame for this gem, but I sure do know whose watch it's under. Gee, do ya think that it's a dandy idea to fly planes close to the NYC skyline, and then wonder why some folks might be put in a panic. Boys and girls, for the last time, this man who is our President has yet to prove he's even a citizen of our great nation, has put your and my unborn grandchildren in debt, and has let his morons-er, minions come unglued at the thought of waterboarding is torture.
And for the record, if we didn't waterboard, we never would have found out about the plans to divebomb a plane full of innocent civilians into Los Angeles or the plan to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge.
Just you wait-the reckoning is coming, and it will be in less than two years. That's when we get to vote again on our lovely Congress. I personally will ask them if they can read the writing on the wall, in reference to no one reading the 1100 page 'stimulus' documentation.
I have a boatload of stuff to say on all sorts of topics, but I will leave you with a happy note-because that's what I'm all about here at the Lunchpail:
sometimes a phone call can lift your spirits, even when you're asked to raise someone else's spirits. My job may be slightly boring, but I realize how lucky I am to have one. So I'm trying to give back to my people, if I see a job with their skillset, it's being passed on. Just keep giving of yourself, good things will happen to you and yours. I believe that much.
Happy Monday!
And for the record, if we didn't waterboard, we never would have found out about the plans to divebomb a plane full of innocent civilians into Los Angeles or the plan to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge.
Just you wait-the reckoning is coming, and it will be in less than two years. That's when we get to vote again on our lovely Congress. I personally will ask them if they can read the writing on the wall, in reference to no one reading the 1100 page 'stimulus' documentation.
I have a boatload of stuff to say on all sorts of topics, but I will leave you with a happy note-because that's what I'm all about here at the Lunchpail:
sometimes a phone call can lift your spirits, even when you're asked to raise someone else's spirits. My job may be slightly boring, but I realize how lucky I am to have one. So I'm trying to give back to my people, if I see a job with their skillset, it's being passed on. Just keep giving of yourself, good things will happen to you and yours. I believe that much.
Happy Monday!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
2 quick work questions
Look, I know it's been a couple of months since I've worked, and have only started back up last week, but after being here for a week, I've got two questions for those out there...
1. Who the hell answers their phone while on the crapper? Seriously, I was minding my own business washing my hands after doing my business, and all of a sudden I hear a ringtone, that sounds just like mine (maybe he has the same crappy Nokia, too), so I think I'm getting a call. When I realize it isn't me, the guy just starts talking! Dude, you are supposed to be handling business and thinking-not answering the phone. If it was urgent, ask if you can call them right back. Instead, I decided to mess with whomever it was, he kept mentioning that 'it's good', so I in turn decided to continue to wash my hands while loudly talking to myself that 'cleaning your hands after a bathroom break is not only good, it's recommended by your friends', and then pulled the Bruce Almighty, 'It's good, it's gooooo-ooood'. Maybe he didn't appreciate the humor, but I sure did.
2. Why, why, why must people stop you dead in your tracks with, 'Can I ask you a question?' That puts you at a distinct advantage, as they've already done it. Can you say no? Can you speak a foreign language and hope to leave them in a daze (and of course, confused)?
See, these are the types of things I think about when I'm bored and being told I can't send an email until I have a meeting tomorrow, to get guidelines. It's a stinkin' email!! Just a simple following up email, no more, no less. I'm not professing my love, thanking them for their previous business, asking about their kids soccer game, nothing of the sort. A simple follow up to a voicemail. I already smell the day I get peeved for too much red tape and going to meetings.
Oh well, I get paid to read, deal with it!
1. Who the hell answers their phone while on the crapper? Seriously, I was minding my own business washing my hands after doing my business, and all of a sudden I hear a ringtone, that sounds just like mine (maybe he has the same crappy Nokia, too), so I think I'm getting a call. When I realize it isn't me, the guy just starts talking! Dude, you are supposed to be handling business and thinking-not answering the phone. If it was urgent, ask if you can call them right back. Instead, I decided to mess with whomever it was, he kept mentioning that 'it's good', so I in turn decided to continue to wash my hands while loudly talking to myself that 'cleaning your hands after a bathroom break is not only good, it's recommended by your friends', and then pulled the Bruce Almighty, 'It's good, it's gooooo-ooood'. Maybe he didn't appreciate the humor, but I sure did.
2. Why, why, why must people stop you dead in your tracks with, 'Can I ask you a question?' That puts you at a distinct advantage, as they've already done it. Can you say no? Can you speak a foreign language and hope to leave them in a daze (and of course, confused)?
See, these are the types of things I think about when I'm bored and being told I can't send an email until I have a meeting tomorrow, to get guidelines. It's a stinkin' email!! Just a simple following up email, no more, no less. I'm not professing my love, thanking them for their previous business, asking about their kids soccer game, nothing of the sort. A simple follow up to a voicemail. I already smell the day I get peeved for too much red tape and going to meetings.
Oh well, I get paid to read, deal with it!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Dumb Emotions
So here's something I've forgotten too many times, but has managed to creep it's way back into my life, and something they don't really teach you how to deal with in schools, or even in your own family, really.
Honestly, if I was supposed to rely on schooling to deal with this, I'd be hosed from here to eternity. It's something that I haven't had to deal with a lot-I guess. But if you don't deal with it, that same thing could end up defining you.
Okay, it's been two paragraphs, and I know at least one person out there is wondering what on God's green earth am I talking about!! Well, here it is, plain as day. No one really tells you how to deal with the death of a loved one.
All I know so far is that everyone deals with it different. I'm still not ready to talk about my Pops passing away. I know that I miss him a whole bunch. I know my Ma is lost. I know my brother has pushed it deep, deep down and will deal with it in due time. I know that they worry about me, about how I feel guilty, about how I think I should have been there. This is all real.
When I say I'm not ready to talk about it, it means I'm not ready to type about it. If I were to try and talk about it, I'd get sad and weepy. Not exactly what I'm up for. Only very few get to see my full range of emotions. I'm not a smartass all the time. I don't cut people down all the time. I like to think I will fight for fairness. Even if I disagree with you. That's a tough fight to fight, but I would hope I'd do it. That comes from Pops.
I will tell you that I believe in the heart and the soul. They mean very different things to me. My Ma is my soul. Truth be told, I thought this would be reversed. Turns out, Pops was my heart. That thing that can beat sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Ma is steady. Pops was not. He still isn't. But I understand more of him everyday. I also know how much I am like him, some of the good and some of the bad. I'm doing my damndest to make sure that bad gets corrected or honed in a way that can do some positive.
I hope that me making the call to move back home isn't some warped way of chasing a ghost. I know I get to do my own thing, that makes me happy. What I really want to do will shock a ton of folks. But I can't catch my Pops. Ever. I can't make him happy, either. That's not what this is about. This is about me doing something for myself. Now that right there is just weird for me.
I will tell you all about Pops someday, honestly. Some had the chance to meet him. Others didn't. To those that didn't, well, if you ever hear me riled up about a subject, there's a lot of him in that. If you hear me doling out calm advice with the knowledge that pretty much all problems can be solved, that's him, too. Now, if I give you a hug, that's Ma, 100%.
They are my yin and yang, two opposites that compliment each other perfectly, that meld into something that you see everyday that is me. A walking freakin' contradiction.
I've been reading all sorts of things, and the thing that sticks out lately is this-you honor the deceased and what they meant to you not in the way you honor them, but in the way you carry yourself.
Well, Pops, I know you're out there. And I hope you're reading this, because you'll be reading a lot more of it. I learned so much from him, and lesson one is as follows-You don't owe anyone but yourself a damn thing...and that's a quote.
I wish you all nothing but peace in your head and love in your heart. Tell those closest you love them, even if they don't want to hear it. And if you can't speak it, put it out there in your actions. Give 'til it hurts. Big heart means you can get hurt real bad. So what? Better to put yourself out there and fall down than to never try.
Happy Thursday morning to those reading this in the AM.
Oh, and how 'bout those Bruins busting out the brooms.
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Now playing: Atmosphere - Yesterday
via FoxyTunes
Honestly, if I was supposed to rely on schooling to deal with this, I'd be hosed from here to eternity. It's something that I haven't had to deal with a lot-I guess. But if you don't deal with it, that same thing could end up defining you.
Okay, it's been two paragraphs, and I know at least one person out there is wondering what on God's green earth am I talking about!! Well, here it is, plain as day. No one really tells you how to deal with the death of a loved one.
All I know so far is that everyone deals with it different. I'm still not ready to talk about my Pops passing away. I know that I miss him a whole bunch. I know my Ma is lost. I know my brother has pushed it deep, deep down and will deal with it in due time. I know that they worry about me, about how I feel guilty, about how I think I should have been there. This is all real.
When I say I'm not ready to talk about it, it means I'm not ready to type about it. If I were to try and talk about it, I'd get sad and weepy. Not exactly what I'm up for. Only very few get to see my full range of emotions. I'm not a smartass all the time. I don't cut people down all the time. I like to think I will fight for fairness. Even if I disagree with you. That's a tough fight to fight, but I would hope I'd do it. That comes from Pops.
I will tell you that I believe in the heart and the soul. They mean very different things to me. My Ma is my soul. Truth be told, I thought this would be reversed. Turns out, Pops was my heart. That thing that can beat sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Ma is steady. Pops was not. He still isn't. But I understand more of him everyday. I also know how much I am like him, some of the good and some of the bad. I'm doing my damndest to make sure that bad gets corrected or honed in a way that can do some positive.
I hope that me making the call to move back home isn't some warped way of chasing a ghost. I know I get to do my own thing, that makes me happy. What I really want to do will shock a ton of folks. But I can't catch my Pops. Ever. I can't make him happy, either. That's not what this is about. This is about me doing something for myself. Now that right there is just weird for me.
I will tell you all about Pops someday, honestly. Some had the chance to meet him. Others didn't. To those that didn't, well, if you ever hear me riled up about a subject, there's a lot of him in that. If you hear me doling out calm advice with the knowledge that pretty much all problems can be solved, that's him, too. Now, if I give you a hug, that's Ma, 100%.
They are my yin and yang, two opposites that compliment each other perfectly, that meld into something that you see everyday that is me. A walking freakin' contradiction.
I've been reading all sorts of things, and the thing that sticks out lately is this-you honor the deceased and what they meant to you not in the way you honor them, but in the way you carry yourself.
Well, Pops, I know you're out there. And I hope you're reading this, because you'll be reading a lot more of it. I learned so much from him, and lesson one is as follows-You don't owe anyone but yourself a damn thing...and that's a quote.
I wish you all nothing but peace in your head and love in your heart. Tell those closest you love them, even if they don't want to hear it. And if you can't speak it, put it out there in your actions. Give 'til it hurts. Big heart means you can get hurt real bad. So what? Better to put yourself out there and fall down than to never try.
Happy Thursday morning to those reading this in the AM.
Oh, and how 'bout those Bruins busting out the brooms.
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Now playing: Atmosphere - Yesterday
via FoxyTunes
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
does your mind play tricks?
It's weird, sometimes you see or hear things, and your mind starts twisting.
I'm still thinking I'm coming back east. Why wouldn't I? Most of my people are there. I might not get everything I want, but I'll be damned if I don't try. That just makes me sad, when people don't try, like they've been beaten down too bad.
I know what I'm seeing, know what I'm hearing, know what I'm feeling. You have to love the effort, that's about where I have to leave this ramble.
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Now playing: Dj Premier - Rite Where U Stand (Feat. Jadakiss)
via FoxyTunes
I'm still thinking I'm coming back east. Why wouldn't I? Most of my people are there. I might not get everything I want, but I'll be damned if I don't try. That just makes me sad, when people don't try, like they've been beaten down too bad.
I know what I'm seeing, know what I'm hearing, know what I'm feeling. You have to love the effort, that's about where I have to leave this ramble.
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Now playing: Dj Premier - Rite Where U Stand (Feat. Jadakiss)
via FoxyTunes
Bored, but very excited
So here's something very weird....I can't get on facebook while at this new gig, but I can blog...hmm, might be a little dangerous---for them, not me.
These people are so darn polite it's killing me. They have no edge. It's like dealing with your Grandparents all the time. Sure it's great, but you need something or someone to push you forward.
They think that the project I'm working on is very difficult. Uh, not exactly. There will be a bit of a time crunch in June, but not nearly as drastic as they think. I've dealt with much tighter deadlines and demanding folks, they just aren't it. You'd think I'd be excited and that this is a refreshing twist. Hogwash. It's dull. And since I'm contract, I have to sit here for 8 hours. Yes, I'm happy to be making money. But money ain't it's all cracked up to be. That's a funny thing about making it seem like you're always broke. You have no idea or concept of money. My bills are paid and will continue to be paid on time. It's just who I am.
I'm tired of being bored, not just in this job, either. I miss home. Badly. I miss my knuckleheaded brother, my slightly nutty Ma, my friends. I've been in Denver for almost 12 years and yet I still call back east home. My Aunt and Uncle moved to San Jose a couple of years ago, and since then, I have no sense of home. Home has always meant family to me, and after Easter, my family is far, far away. And I have no desire to start one here.
As much as I can complain about all the old-school and sometimes neanderthal ways of back east, I admit now that it's a neighborhood thing. I miss my family, my boys, my community. Who knows, it could be that since everyone is getting married off that I'm bored and need some new folks to hang out with...but that requires a breaking-in period. I'm not in that space right now. I'm all full on new people. That will probably change in a couple of weeks, but right now, I'm good.
I've got a decent idea of what I'd like to do, and although I could do that from almost anywhere, my inspiration is all from back east. I may bomb doing it, but you either believe in the old adage of 'nothing ventured, nothing gained', or you live in fear and complacency. Best of luck if you are in that group.
I guess what it means is that once my lease is up in July, I'm packing up my crap and moving back. And I've got quite a few good reasons.....care to guess on any of them?
Happy Tuesday to you!!!
These people are so darn polite it's killing me. They have no edge. It's like dealing with your Grandparents all the time. Sure it's great, but you need something or someone to push you forward.
They think that the project I'm working on is very difficult. Uh, not exactly. There will be a bit of a time crunch in June, but not nearly as drastic as they think. I've dealt with much tighter deadlines and demanding folks, they just aren't it. You'd think I'd be excited and that this is a refreshing twist. Hogwash. It's dull. And since I'm contract, I have to sit here for 8 hours. Yes, I'm happy to be making money. But money ain't it's all cracked up to be. That's a funny thing about making it seem like you're always broke. You have no idea or concept of money. My bills are paid and will continue to be paid on time. It's just who I am.
I'm tired of being bored, not just in this job, either. I miss home. Badly. I miss my knuckleheaded brother, my slightly nutty Ma, my friends. I've been in Denver for almost 12 years and yet I still call back east home. My Aunt and Uncle moved to San Jose a couple of years ago, and since then, I have no sense of home. Home has always meant family to me, and after Easter, my family is far, far away. And I have no desire to start one here.
As much as I can complain about all the old-school and sometimes neanderthal ways of back east, I admit now that it's a neighborhood thing. I miss my family, my boys, my community. Who knows, it could be that since everyone is getting married off that I'm bored and need some new folks to hang out with...but that requires a breaking-in period. I'm not in that space right now. I'm all full on new people. That will probably change in a couple of weeks, but right now, I'm good.
I've got a decent idea of what I'd like to do, and although I could do that from almost anywhere, my inspiration is all from back east. I may bomb doing it, but you either believe in the old adage of 'nothing ventured, nothing gained', or you live in fear and complacency. Best of luck if you are in that group.
I guess what it means is that once my lease is up in July, I'm packing up my crap and moving back. And I've got quite a few good reasons.....care to guess on any of them?
Happy Tuesday to you!!!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I got yer Hump Day
So, today was the first day of work for me in 3 months. Know what? I don't miss work. I miss fun! I miss the rush I got at my old job selling software. Seriously, what's wrong with me?
Here's the thing, these people are very nice, very polite, decently organized, and professional....and I know in my heart I have no desire to ever be a Project Manager again. This will be it for me. Once this contract ends, I'm out. No more PM stuff for me. It's too damn dry. There's no fire in it, no passion. And I feel like my place in the mix is just wasted. I bring certain things to the table that I know I'm going to have to temper, like my humor, that will just drag me down if I do this for the rest of the year. That's why I'm hoping it's a 3-4 month thing, complete the project, get my money, and in the meantime find something else somewhere else that I can love.
No matter what, today was still great, on a lot of levels. I started my job today, and they were ready! This never happens-my email was set up, I had a computer set up, and supplies. I know, you'd think this shouldn't be that big of a deal, but think about some of your past jobs and how many times this stuff was ready to go the moment you walked through the door.
Now, my boy got a job today...actually he's my roommate. He got laid off the day before I did, and now he gets a job the same day I start mine. Great stuff. And I have a friend out in DC who should be getting an offer when she wakes up after having, in her words, 'a crazy interview'.
I'm exhausted, not so much from working, but from reading. I'm reading product and process manuals, not exactly the most riveting stuff, but it will help figure out what is going on and where to go from there. I'm happy to not be in my PJ's every day until noon. There, I said it. Who knew people get up at 6? That's just insanity....
Some other cool things for you....Enter your Pops, if he is as cool as mine, in the Canadian Club Ad contest. My brother is scanning pictures tomorrow, we're entering him in posthumously.
I agree, if a woman ever says any of these things to me, two words.....I'm Gone!!!
Okay, this is awesome. If after watching this you're not in a better mood, then I'm worried about you:
Susan Boyle - Britains Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 - Saturday 11th April
Second to last, because it makes me laugh hysterically....at about the 1:46 mark:
The Big Bang Theory - My Apologies
Currently listening to...Keane-Is It Any Wonder? (my answer to that is a resounding "nope, it really isn't").
I leave you with this...nothing ventured, nothing gained.
And Let's Go Bruins, mop up the freakin' ice with Les Habitants tomorrow night!
Here's the thing, these people are very nice, very polite, decently organized, and professional....and I know in my heart I have no desire to ever be a Project Manager again. This will be it for me. Once this contract ends, I'm out. No more PM stuff for me. It's too damn dry. There's no fire in it, no passion. And I feel like my place in the mix is just wasted. I bring certain things to the table that I know I'm going to have to temper, like my humor, that will just drag me down if I do this for the rest of the year. That's why I'm hoping it's a 3-4 month thing, complete the project, get my money, and in the meantime find something else somewhere else that I can love.
No matter what, today was still great, on a lot of levels. I started my job today, and they were ready! This never happens-my email was set up, I had a computer set up, and supplies. I know, you'd think this shouldn't be that big of a deal, but think about some of your past jobs and how many times this stuff was ready to go the moment you walked through the door.
Now, my boy got a job today...actually he's my roommate. He got laid off the day before I did, and now he gets a job the same day I start mine. Great stuff. And I have a friend out in DC who should be getting an offer when she wakes up after having, in her words, 'a crazy interview'.
I'm exhausted, not so much from working, but from reading. I'm reading product and process manuals, not exactly the most riveting stuff, but it will help figure out what is going on and where to go from there. I'm happy to not be in my PJ's every day until noon. There, I said it. Who knew people get up at 6? That's just insanity....
Some other cool things for you....Enter your Pops, if he is as cool as mine, in the Canadian Club Ad contest. My brother is scanning pictures tomorrow, we're entering him in posthumously.
I agree, if a woman ever says any of these things to me, two words.....I'm Gone!!!
Okay, this is awesome. If after watching this you're not in a better mood, then I'm worried about you:
Susan Boyle - Britains Got Talent 2009 Episode 1 - Saturday 11th April
Second to last, because it makes me laugh hysterically....at about the 1:46 mark:
The Big Bang Theory - My Apologies
Currently listening to...Keane-Is It Any Wonder? (my answer to that is a resounding "nope, it really isn't").
I leave you with this...nothing ventured, nothing gained.
And Let's Go Bruins, mop up the freakin' ice with Les Habitants tomorrow night!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Stupid Candy
Sometimes I swear I think I'm 5!
So my roommate and his fiance were kind enough to make me a mini-Easter basket, but there's a problem...I can't stop eating the stinkin' jelly beans. So now, I have a tummyache the night before my first day at my new job. But I love the Easter candy!!
And for the record, I'm 33.
So my roommate and his fiance were kind enough to make me a mini-Easter basket, but there's a problem...I can't stop eating the stinkin' jelly beans. So now, I have a tummyache the night before my first day at my new job. But I love the Easter candy!!
And for the record, I'm 33.
Now this is interesting...and some sad notes
It's kind of weird when you have something to occupy your mind...like work. So for all those that I've been bugging, don't worry, I'll still think about you, just not as much. I'm going to be busy starting my new gig tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, some of you will still be in the forefront of my mind, it's just your place.
Know that I'm hoping and praying for all of you, for nothing but good things. Some a little harder for than others. Mostly, for good fortune (no, not money) and health. That and the knowledge that someone out there gives a hoot!
Now, we had 4 people pass away yesterday in the world of sports and entertainment-we all lose something here. Harry Kalas, the voice of the Phillies and NFL films, at 73. My buddy G$ can do a spot-on impersonation, so it won't be completely lost. Mark Fidrych, an All-Star and Rookie of the Year for the Tigers back in '76, died on his farm at 54. Bruce Snyder, former head football coach at Arizona State, passed after fighting Cancer. Lastly, Marilyn Chambers-who went from the cover of Ivory Snow to the porn industry, at age 56. Isn't this all a bit young?
So, my heart goes out to the family and friends of these folks. They were an important part to all sorts of people's lives, whether it be a day to day thing or a memory that still sits in your mind.
Just remember, it takes no time at all to pick up the phone and call someone, or email them, text them. Just a hello can brighten up someone's day, you really have no idea.
Happy Tuesday!
Know that I'm hoping and praying for all of you, for nothing but good things. Some a little harder for than others. Mostly, for good fortune (no, not money) and health. That and the knowledge that someone out there gives a hoot!
Now, we had 4 people pass away yesterday in the world of sports and entertainment-we all lose something here. Harry Kalas, the voice of the Phillies and NFL films, at 73. My buddy G$ can do a spot-on impersonation, so it won't be completely lost. Mark Fidrych, an All-Star and Rookie of the Year for the Tigers back in '76, died on his farm at 54. Bruce Snyder, former head football coach at Arizona State, passed after fighting Cancer. Lastly, Marilyn Chambers-who went from the cover of Ivory Snow to the porn industry, at age 56. Isn't this all a bit young?
So, my heart goes out to the family and friends of these folks. They were an important part to all sorts of people's lives, whether it be a day to day thing or a memory that still sits in your mind.
Just remember, it takes no time at all to pick up the phone and call someone, or email them, text them. Just a hello can brighten up someone's day, you really have no idea.
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Belated Bunny wishes, news, notes and a judgement call
First things first, a belated Happy Easter to all. Even if you are not a big fan of religion, it may still have been a time to catch up with family and/or friends. In my case, friends. I was invited to a buddy's new house and spend a couple of hours with his family. Nothing more amusing than a 1 year old putting stickers on everyone. I guess that's one of those moments when it dawns on you that the holidays are no longer about you. Between that and the phone calls I made, I'm all set for awhile.
Nothing like getting rushed off the phone by your own family to make you wonder why you would consider moving, that's for sure. Oh well, at least I got homemade cake and some decent laughs while I was out and about yesterday. I swear if I ever get my own home I'm opening it up every holiday for an open house type deal. Like a home for wayward wanderers who have no family out here.
News you can use at your own discretion....as of Wednesday I will be working. I managed to land a contract job, and it should last at least 3 months, with the potential to go 6 months or longer. So, I will not have touched unemployment this time around, and some decent money will be coming in. I can sock some money away and pay off some bills, too. Not too shabby. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking for work. In my 2nd interview I was asked what I would do if I were to get an offer of a more permanent position. I know it's a trap question, and I answered it properly. But it was a complete and utter lie. I told them I'd finish out my project. Not true at all. I'm looking out for myself. Who wouldn't? I've spent about 95% of my life looking out for others. I'm just thinking that the scales need to be tilted back in my favor. I'm 33 now, and if I ever have someone else in my life, they'll take the top spot. But for now, why not look out for me? Doesn't seem like anyone else is going to do it.
Notes? Well, I've decided to make the announcement that if/when I become President, I'm pulling my own JFK. In case you need a refresher, his big thing was to put a man on the moon. Well, I have my own now. After having my Pops pass away, and now quite a few others in my life dealing with Cancer, that's going to be my man on the moon. I'm going to push the funding to cure this disease that has no rhyme or reason to it. My thoughts and prayers go out to all sorts of people dealing with this. I'm not listing anyone, because their struggle with it is theirs and I wouldn't put anyone's business out on the street. I know how my Pops got it. Smoking for 42 years will put you at serious risk. Between that and all of the drinking, he was a prime candidate, and never apologized for it. I never felt bad for him getting Cancer, just mad that he never thought of his wife and two sons. He passed away at 58, not exactly an old geezer who had 'lived a full life'. He did have a ton of fun, no one could deny that. I am still mad at how his passing went down, I've got my own guilt to deal with, as a son, and a friend. I feel like I could have done more, and I know that maybe in the coming years that the guilt will dissipate, but not right now.
So my idea is that if I'm going to have a really great platform issue, one that I'm passionate about and can really help the people, this is a fantastic thing. And if I can push funding to great private firms to do this, why wouldn't I? It's just an idea, one that I would love to catch on.
Now, for the judgement call. So a buddy of mine called me up on Saturday, with what he thinks is a huge moral dilemma. Personally, I think he watches too much 'Law & Order', and that's where this crap kind of comes from, but it's legit, so I guess I can put it out there. When you are dating someone, or talking to someone in a semi-serious tone, are they obligated to tell you what they are doing? My buddy is in a funk right now, because he's kind of dating this girl, and they've had the 'I like you do you like me' conversation, which went well, he thinks they are on some sort of path (I have no idea, eventually my guy instincts take over and I stop listening), and what happens? He runs into her at a bar and she's on a date! Now, I don't know this girl from Eve, so I can't judge her, it's not fair. And I only know one side of the deal. She could very easily be on a different path. My friend is very confused, and I guess, rightfully so (?)...maybe. I had to ask him if he ever asked her if she was seeing/dating anyone? He told me he didn't think he had to, since he was under the impression they liked each other. I told him that if you don't ask the question they aren't under any obligation to disclose such info. He got a wee bit peeved at me.
He can be mad at me all he wants, but welcome to dating in today's world, apparently. Yes, it does suck, but that's the way it is. Just because you put yourself out there doesn't mean you are protected from being hurt. If anything, it means the exact opposite. But you'll never know unless you do put yourself out there. Besides, what kind of fun are you going to have being all shelled off from the world? Yes, you may avoid getting hurt. But you also avoid living.
Was my comment that far off? Was I wrong? I was just trying to be a good friend and let him know that there are 3 sides to every story, and in this case, his side, her side and the truth lies somewhere between. Doesn't mean anyone did anything wrong, but it is one of the reasons I hate this whole dating BS. I tend to take things head on and may be far too honest and up front, maybe it's cost me in the past, maybe now, and could in the future. But I wouldn't trade my experiences. I'd give a few of them away, for certain, but I'm not trading. Gosh, if someone has worse horror stories than me, then it would just be awful.
I'll take on any comments on this one, and pass them along to my buddy (as he doesn't know about this blog-so there).
Currently listening to- Bruce Springsteen 'One Step Up'
Happy Monday to you!
Nothing like getting rushed off the phone by your own family to make you wonder why you would consider moving, that's for sure. Oh well, at least I got homemade cake and some decent laughs while I was out and about yesterday. I swear if I ever get my own home I'm opening it up every holiday for an open house type deal. Like a home for wayward wanderers who have no family out here.
News you can use at your own discretion....as of Wednesday I will be working. I managed to land a contract job, and it should last at least 3 months, with the potential to go 6 months or longer. So, I will not have touched unemployment this time around, and some decent money will be coming in. I can sock some money away and pay off some bills, too. Not too shabby. Of course, this doesn't mean I'm going to stop looking for work. In my 2nd interview I was asked what I would do if I were to get an offer of a more permanent position. I know it's a trap question, and I answered it properly. But it was a complete and utter lie. I told them I'd finish out my project. Not true at all. I'm looking out for myself. Who wouldn't? I've spent about 95% of my life looking out for others. I'm just thinking that the scales need to be tilted back in my favor. I'm 33 now, and if I ever have someone else in my life, they'll take the top spot. But for now, why not look out for me? Doesn't seem like anyone else is going to do it.
Notes? Well, I've decided to make the announcement that if/when I become President, I'm pulling my own JFK. In case you need a refresher, his big thing was to put a man on the moon. Well, I have my own now. After having my Pops pass away, and now quite a few others in my life dealing with Cancer, that's going to be my man on the moon. I'm going to push the funding to cure this disease that has no rhyme or reason to it. My thoughts and prayers go out to all sorts of people dealing with this. I'm not listing anyone, because their struggle with it is theirs and I wouldn't put anyone's business out on the street. I know how my Pops got it. Smoking for 42 years will put you at serious risk. Between that and all of the drinking, he was a prime candidate, and never apologized for it. I never felt bad for him getting Cancer, just mad that he never thought of his wife and two sons. He passed away at 58, not exactly an old geezer who had 'lived a full life'. He did have a ton of fun, no one could deny that. I am still mad at how his passing went down, I've got my own guilt to deal with, as a son, and a friend. I feel like I could have done more, and I know that maybe in the coming years that the guilt will dissipate, but not right now.
So my idea is that if I'm going to have a really great platform issue, one that I'm passionate about and can really help the people, this is a fantastic thing. And if I can push funding to great private firms to do this, why wouldn't I? It's just an idea, one that I would love to catch on.
Now, for the judgement call. So a buddy of mine called me up on Saturday, with what he thinks is a huge moral dilemma. Personally, I think he watches too much 'Law & Order', and that's where this crap kind of comes from, but it's legit, so I guess I can put it out there. When you are dating someone, or talking to someone in a semi-serious tone, are they obligated to tell you what they are doing? My buddy is in a funk right now, because he's kind of dating this girl, and they've had the 'I like you do you like me' conversation, which went well, he thinks they are on some sort of path (I have no idea, eventually my guy instincts take over and I stop listening), and what happens? He runs into her at a bar and she's on a date! Now, I don't know this girl from Eve, so I can't judge her, it's not fair. And I only know one side of the deal. She could very easily be on a different path. My friend is very confused, and I guess, rightfully so (?)...maybe. I had to ask him if he ever asked her if she was seeing/dating anyone? He told me he didn't think he had to, since he was under the impression they liked each other. I told him that if you don't ask the question they aren't under any obligation to disclose such info. He got a wee bit peeved at me.
He can be mad at me all he wants, but welcome to dating in today's world, apparently. Yes, it does suck, but that's the way it is. Just because you put yourself out there doesn't mean you are protected from being hurt. If anything, it means the exact opposite. But you'll never know unless you do put yourself out there. Besides, what kind of fun are you going to have being all shelled off from the world? Yes, you may avoid getting hurt. But you also avoid living.
Was my comment that far off? Was I wrong? I was just trying to be a good friend and let him know that there are 3 sides to every story, and in this case, his side, her side and the truth lies somewhere between. Doesn't mean anyone did anything wrong, but it is one of the reasons I hate this whole dating BS. I tend to take things head on and may be far too honest and up front, maybe it's cost me in the past, maybe now, and could in the future. But I wouldn't trade my experiences. I'd give a few of them away, for certain, but I'm not trading. Gosh, if someone has worse horror stories than me, then it would just be awful.
I'll take on any comments on this one, and pass them along to my buddy (as he doesn't know about this blog-so there).
Currently listening to- Bruce Springsteen 'One Step Up'
Happy Monday to you!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Testing out ScribeFire
Interesting application on Firefox I found, and I'm just testing it out to see how it might work out for me.
Missing the juice
I'm needing to get fired up.
There, I said it, out loud even.
Why? Because I've been in a stupid funk for the last 36 hours. I swear, doing bills with no income has been known to have that effect. Ah well. Moving along. At least I have lunch plans with an old boss of mine, she's a hoot and in the same boat as me, so we'll catch up and exchange war stories, as we like to call it.
Uh, was that a game on Monday night? That thing was over after the second tipoff. I'm sooo glad I stayed home to watch that mess instead of going to hang out with a buddy. Brilliant call. A tip of the cap to UNC, as they dominated that game for the entirety, all 94 feet of the court.
Before I get back to the job hunt, how nice is it that the Sox are 1-0 and the NYY are 0-1? All seems right with the world, I'm just sayin'.
Currently listening to "Meet Me In The City" by The Black Keys
Enjoy your Wednesday, I'm about to!!
There, I said it, out loud even.
Why? Because I've been in a stupid funk for the last 36 hours. I swear, doing bills with no income has been known to have that effect. Ah well. Moving along. At least I have lunch plans with an old boss of mine, she's a hoot and in the same boat as me, so we'll catch up and exchange war stories, as we like to call it.
Uh, was that a game on Monday night? That thing was over after the second tipoff. I'm sooo glad I stayed home to watch that mess instead of going to hang out with a buddy. Brilliant call. A tip of the cap to UNC, as they dominated that game for the entirety, all 94 feet of the court.
Before I get back to the job hunt, how nice is it that the Sox are 1-0 and the NYY are 0-1? All seems right with the world, I'm just sayin'.
Currently listening to "Meet Me In The City" by The Black Keys
Enjoy your Wednesday, I'm about to!!
Monday, April 6, 2009
A little Baseball review and Tonight's National Championship
Sure it may be considered slightly evil, but I relish the fact that CC Sabathia gets a nice big article about how wonderful he is since he signed with the Yankees, and gets racked today. Good luck with that defense up the middle, buddy, it's not good at all, and I bet it costs you a win or two.
As for the game tonight, the head says UNC, the heart is hopeful that Michigan State makes it a game. In the end, the head wins this battle. Roy Williams and company are cutting down the nets.
Have a good Monday night!
As for the game tonight, the head says UNC, the heart is hopeful that Michigan State makes it a game. In the end, the head wins this battle. Roy Williams and company are cutting down the nets.
Have a good Monday night!
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Clutter Emptier-er
Anyone else have a neighbor below them that loves to jam crappy music at 11:30 on a Sunday? No? Lucky Me. I'm probably 10 minutes away from the 'Ghetto-Stomp'.
So I assure you I will get to the worst dating story I've heard in a long time. It's too good to let slip out of my consciousness, and to not share it with you would do everyone a disservice, especially me. I'm telling you, after seeing and hearing this, I'm more convinced that opening up my male finishing school would be a financial windfall.
But before I get to that, I just had a lovely conversation with my Ma. I call her every Sunday. Why? Because I'm a Momma's Boy, I'm 1800 miles away, and my Dad passed away 5 months ago. The first two reasons are constants..and I guess the 3rd one is now, too, but I always called my Ma. I'm the good son. My brother has his moments, but recently he's been an assclown. Which means he's getting a handwritten letter sent to him tomorrow. Be nice to the lady, she's done everything for him and he yells at her like Pops used to. Not good times and not fun for me to hear about-because if I were there it wouldn't happen. I'm very protective of her, she's sweet and nice to everyone. Why be mean to her? My brother breaks up with his girlfriend, Ma takes him in, and he swears, yells, and smokes dope in her house, and barely pays for anything. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the definition of a mooch. And you don't mooch off of your parents, especially one who just lost their spouse 5 months ago and is struggling emotionally with it. Yelling at her like he used to is not cool. What gets me most is that my brother and I used to talk about how he never wanted to do that to any woman in his life. Guess what? He's doing it and doesn't even see it. Hence the verbal bitchslap he's got coming to him.
The other main part of my conversation with Ma is that she's worried about me. Not in the normal way a mother worries about her children, either. Her's are two specific worries. I'm laughing at them, here, but not to her on the phone. That just isn't right. Her concerns? That I have no job and no other, ahem, 'prospects' in my life. So I did my best to address these concerns. And as corny or as lame as you may think my response is for both, off the top, I could care less. My answer to both of them, on a very high level, was that I'd put it in God's hands. Yes, I said it, and I mean it. Now, digging a little deeper, me not having a job doesn't concern me a bit. I can get a job. I think. But I want something that motivates me almost daily. I've written it on my mirror, 'Go Big or Go Home'. And I mean it. Why just go for the dare to be employed scenario? If I wanted to do that I'd go wait tables. And if you didn't know me back in the day when I did that, try and picture my smartass way of dealing with people, then add food, liquor and tip percentage to the mix. Not exactly my idea of a win/win for anyone out there. Ma honestly told me that because I might not be where I want to be in my life that she worries I might do something beyond stupid. Look, the dumbest thing I've ever done and will continue to do is chase. Be it my dreams, the right girl, or an idea of fairness, I will always chase that down. I doubt I'll ever catch any of them, but I'll be damned if I don't try. Nothing sadder to me than not trying. That's just a wuss way out of things. I asked her what she meant by stupid, like offing myself? She said YES! What the hell?
Let me be very, very, very, very clear to you, like I was to my Ma. There is no way in hell, God's Green Earth, ever, that I'm doing anything that stupid to myself. First, if you know me, and in my humorous way, I'd mess it up. I'm not exactly graceful. I'm about as subtle as a dumptruck. More importantly, I wouldn't do that to myself or my family. My Pops just passed away 5 months ago. Do you know what kind of asshole would do that to their family, let alone themselves? A coward, that's who. That's just my opinion. It's not the Gospel truth, that's just my feelings. Now, in order to grasp at that feeling, and for history's sake, I will tell you that one of my very good friends in high school had his Dad commit suicide. And for a pathetic reason. Much like you are reading in the news today, it came down to money. At least he didn't take his family with him, right? WRONG!!! He left a complete disaster in his wake. And if you think I'm lying, my boy KP out in Toronto will back me up on this. I think it happened about a month before we graduated. I remember TO's Dad as an ass, because he cheated on his wife, was extremely manipulative, and always tried to push his kid and my friend into being that type of man. When the news came down that Mr. O had killed himself, and why, I will never forget the conversation had at my dinner table that night. I was sad for my friend, but I was pissed. It was the 2nd time in my life that both of my parents told me it was okay to be royally ticked. It was also the first time I was allowed to swear at the dinner table and there was no reaction other than agreement. I remember thinking Mr. O was an ass in life, and a bigger asshole in death. How could you do that to your family? To your son that idolized you? A month before we graduate high school, before our prom, before our lives are all supposed to really kick off? How could you stifle your own kid like that? I felt that way then, and I really feel that way now. TO was a bright kid, was going to go to school to be an engineer. But he read the note. My Pops was friends with the Chief of Police, so he got to know the nature of the letter, which he shared with me, because my Pops thought I was mature enough to handle it. What did it come down to? Money, and how to afford college! Coward. Look, I have my beliefs and ideas, you don't have to agree with them. I'd love it if you don't, for debating purposes. My belief is this, those that take this cowardly faggy way out don't get to go to Heaven or Hell. Purgatory is all they get. I'm also a firm believer that if I'm blessed enough to go to Heaven, on my passing of Purgatory, I'm smacking the snot out of Mr. O, for all the wrong he left.
So why wouldn't I do it? Because I was given the lessons that life is sometimes hard, and that it's not how many times you get knocked down, but how many times you get up. There will be no 10 count in the match that is my life. I flat out refuse to back down from anything or anyone. I've had my ass kicked and my heart broken, and wouldn't trade any of it. It's made me who I am. For those that hate, that line can form to the left. Those that love me for who and what I am, know that I love ya back in my own way. My emotions are on my sleeve. And I could never off myself because I love my life, I love my family and I love my friends. I can't imagine leaving them all in the wake wondering how my life got so bad that this was the only recourse. And I feel for those that feel that way, I really do. I hope if any of my friends ever get that way that I'm somehow 'pinged', be it by a random thought or a song or something that I contact them. And talk them off that concept. You don't have money? So what. It's only money. I'm broke, you don't hear me bitching, do you? Nope, plug along. Award yourself for effort, not accomplishment. Real effort, though. Not for doing things you're supposed to.
Now, for Ma's other concern. Damn...I was really really hoping that signing up for some internet dating site in front of her would've calmed that noise down. Apparently not. So I signed up for a dating site...know what else? Not interested in that crap. I paid $80 to shut my Ma up. Plain and simple. That is not where my interest lies. And I'll exhaust all possibilities. I've had certain women practically chucking themselves at me since I've been out of work, and for that I'm truly flattered, as I have no clue what they're seeing in a bald, unemployed chubby guy. I have no idea, other than I'm probably the most real person they've spoken to in awhile. I went out Friday night, which is where I got to watch the trainwreck story, and my buddy was trying to get me to go talk to random strange broads, I have no desire. Why, they're broads!!! I can tell what space they're in, just by actions. I even looked at my boy, who's engaged, and asked him, point blank, 'how much do you not miss this crap?'-his reply was something along the lines of telling me that he doesn't envy me. And I don't blame him. It's sad. Watching people doing the mating dance is sad and hilarious. I get looks when I'm not trying, it's just that because I'm not trying and I'm honest about who I am and what I'm about. Apparently it's 'refreshing'. How sad is that? Is everyone else frontin'?
So I got it all cleared up with Ma that nothing stupid is happening in my world, I'm onto the 3 F's in my world, Focus, Fun and Follow Thru. Good things happen to those who try. I don't believe in luck. Luck is prepartion meeting opportunity. Timing, as well. Now Ma is convinced I'm good and nothing too dumb is going to happen. Crisis averted, I hope.
Now, for the dumbest story ever.....(deep breath). The backstory to this is that my boy wanted me to go out with him and his fiancee...lucky me. I wasn't exactly looking forward to this, because they told me one of her friends was going to be there, too. They tried to set us up 2 years ago, and it was an "OH HELL NO" scenario back then, as it would be now. So I had to protest a little bit. And then they told me that no, no set up for me, but for someone else. Oh, goodie!!!! So I went, for the same reason people watch NASCAR, I might get to see an accident. --- Oh, as a sidenote, any girl that makes sure she tells you like 4 times that she's not easy, I'm pretty sure she is. We've all had our whore moments, just don't advertise, mmkay?---So I get to watch the meet'n'greet, which seems fine. Oh, except the dude was hammered. And the girl dressed relatively conservative, for her, at least. The bar is loud, so we all get into a booth. This is crucial. My boy and I are on one side, while his fiancee, her and the setup guy are on the other side. And then it happened. Comedic gold, I can't stress this enough. They've exchanged the weird pleasentries already (a little too much info passed, in my humble opinion), and the first story this guy decides to tell is about a pet. A dead pet. Yup, a dead cat story. Ponder that for a moment, if you will. Nothing wrong with a guy owning a cat, I guess, but this is your best foot forward???!!!!! The story lasts like at least 5 minutes. And after 30 seconds of seeing where this is going, I'm pounding on my buddy's, sitting next to me, leg.
Setup guy excuses himself for a second, where my boy and I turn into giggles McLaughsalot. This poor girl is mortified, and my boy's fiancee is giving us the 'did that serioulsy just happen?' look. Priceless. I'm so glad I went out. My boy tells me that I gave him dead leg but he couldn't look at me while the story was being told because he'd have lost it and then we'd be in trouble. My retort was that he'd be in trouble, I'm not sleeping next to either of these women, so what do I care? And he agreed. I apologized to the girl who was being set up, as she's not a horrible person, now that she's on her meds, but that story was so wrong it was funny.
The moral? Uh, apparently if I open up the male finishing school, you don't lead a potential date down the dead pet path. I didn't really think you had to specifically announce that, but there it is. If you need another hint, try not mentioning the ex, just some free advice. Apparently this is dating. Hell if I know. Just a firm lesson in what not to do.
Now, it's time to go have some lunch. PB&J. Hey, when you're broke, it's good stuff. I just think of it like I'm a kid. I just wish I had some Fluff (made in Lynn, MA-and I can't get it out here!).
Happy Sunday to you and I hope you get all geared up for the week ahead!
Oh, and I'm listening to Pandora right now, and wondering how I can block out Coldplay from my stations....enough with that crap already!
So I assure you I will get to the worst dating story I've heard in a long time. It's too good to let slip out of my consciousness, and to not share it with you would do everyone a disservice, especially me. I'm telling you, after seeing and hearing this, I'm more convinced that opening up my male finishing school would be a financial windfall.
But before I get to that, I just had a lovely conversation with my Ma. I call her every Sunday. Why? Because I'm a Momma's Boy, I'm 1800 miles away, and my Dad passed away 5 months ago. The first two reasons are constants..and I guess the 3rd one is now, too, but I always called my Ma. I'm the good son. My brother has his moments, but recently he's been an assclown. Which means he's getting a handwritten letter sent to him tomorrow. Be nice to the lady, she's done everything for him and he yells at her like Pops used to. Not good times and not fun for me to hear about-because if I were there it wouldn't happen. I'm very protective of her, she's sweet and nice to everyone. Why be mean to her? My brother breaks up with his girlfriend, Ma takes him in, and he swears, yells, and smokes dope in her house, and barely pays for anything. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the definition of a mooch. And you don't mooch off of your parents, especially one who just lost their spouse 5 months ago and is struggling emotionally with it. Yelling at her like he used to is not cool. What gets me most is that my brother and I used to talk about how he never wanted to do that to any woman in his life. Guess what? He's doing it and doesn't even see it. Hence the verbal bitchslap he's got coming to him.
The other main part of my conversation with Ma is that she's worried about me. Not in the normal way a mother worries about her children, either. Her's are two specific worries. I'm laughing at them, here, but not to her on the phone. That just isn't right. Her concerns? That I have no job and no other, ahem, 'prospects' in my life. So I did my best to address these concerns. And as corny or as lame as you may think my response is for both, off the top, I could care less. My answer to both of them, on a very high level, was that I'd put it in God's hands. Yes, I said it, and I mean it. Now, digging a little deeper, me not having a job doesn't concern me a bit. I can get a job. I think. But I want something that motivates me almost daily. I've written it on my mirror, 'Go Big or Go Home'. And I mean it. Why just go for the dare to be employed scenario? If I wanted to do that I'd go wait tables. And if you didn't know me back in the day when I did that, try and picture my smartass way of dealing with people, then add food, liquor and tip percentage to the mix. Not exactly my idea of a win/win for anyone out there. Ma honestly told me that because I might not be where I want to be in my life that she worries I might do something beyond stupid. Look, the dumbest thing I've ever done and will continue to do is chase. Be it my dreams, the right girl, or an idea of fairness, I will always chase that down. I doubt I'll ever catch any of them, but I'll be damned if I don't try. Nothing sadder to me than not trying. That's just a wuss way out of things. I asked her what she meant by stupid, like offing myself? She said YES! What the hell?
Let me be very, very, very, very clear to you, like I was to my Ma. There is no way in hell, God's Green Earth, ever, that I'm doing anything that stupid to myself. First, if you know me, and in my humorous way, I'd mess it up. I'm not exactly graceful. I'm about as subtle as a dumptruck. More importantly, I wouldn't do that to myself or my family. My Pops just passed away 5 months ago. Do you know what kind of asshole would do that to their family, let alone themselves? A coward, that's who. That's just my opinion. It's not the Gospel truth, that's just my feelings. Now, in order to grasp at that feeling, and for history's sake, I will tell you that one of my very good friends in high school had his Dad commit suicide. And for a pathetic reason. Much like you are reading in the news today, it came down to money. At least he didn't take his family with him, right? WRONG!!! He left a complete disaster in his wake. And if you think I'm lying, my boy KP out in Toronto will back me up on this. I think it happened about a month before we graduated. I remember TO's Dad as an ass, because he cheated on his wife, was extremely manipulative, and always tried to push his kid and my friend into being that type of man. When the news came down that Mr. O had killed himself, and why, I will never forget the conversation had at my dinner table that night. I was sad for my friend, but I was pissed. It was the 2nd time in my life that both of my parents told me it was okay to be royally ticked. It was also the first time I was allowed to swear at the dinner table and there was no reaction other than agreement. I remember thinking Mr. O was an ass in life, and a bigger asshole in death. How could you do that to your family? To your son that idolized you? A month before we graduate high school, before our prom, before our lives are all supposed to really kick off? How could you stifle your own kid like that? I felt that way then, and I really feel that way now. TO was a bright kid, was going to go to school to be an engineer. But he read the note. My Pops was friends with the Chief of Police, so he got to know the nature of the letter, which he shared with me, because my Pops thought I was mature enough to handle it. What did it come down to? Money, and how to afford college! Coward. Look, I have my beliefs and ideas, you don't have to agree with them. I'd love it if you don't, for debating purposes. My belief is this, those that take this cowardly faggy way out don't get to go to Heaven or Hell. Purgatory is all they get. I'm also a firm believer that if I'm blessed enough to go to Heaven, on my passing of Purgatory, I'm smacking the snot out of Mr. O, for all the wrong he left.
So why wouldn't I do it? Because I was given the lessons that life is sometimes hard, and that it's not how many times you get knocked down, but how many times you get up. There will be no 10 count in the match that is my life. I flat out refuse to back down from anything or anyone. I've had my ass kicked and my heart broken, and wouldn't trade any of it. It's made me who I am. For those that hate, that line can form to the left. Those that love me for who and what I am, know that I love ya back in my own way. My emotions are on my sleeve. And I could never off myself because I love my life, I love my family and I love my friends. I can't imagine leaving them all in the wake wondering how my life got so bad that this was the only recourse. And I feel for those that feel that way, I really do. I hope if any of my friends ever get that way that I'm somehow 'pinged', be it by a random thought or a song or something that I contact them. And talk them off that concept. You don't have money? So what. It's only money. I'm broke, you don't hear me bitching, do you? Nope, plug along. Award yourself for effort, not accomplishment. Real effort, though. Not for doing things you're supposed to.
Now, for Ma's other concern. Damn...I was really really hoping that signing up for some internet dating site in front of her would've calmed that noise down. Apparently not. So I signed up for a dating site...know what else? Not interested in that crap. I paid $80 to shut my Ma up. Plain and simple. That is not where my interest lies. And I'll exhaust all possibilities. I've had certain women practically chucking themselves at me since I've been out of work, and for that I'm truly flattered, as I have no clue what they're seeing in a bald, unemployed chubby guy. I have no idea, other than I'm probably the most real person they've spoken to in awhile. I went out Friday night, which is where I got to watch the trainwreck story, and my buddy was trying to get me to go talk to random strange broads, I have no desire. Why, they're broads!!! I can tell what space they're in, just by actions. I even looked at my boy, who's engaged, and asked him, point blank, 'how much do you not miss this crap?'-his reply was something along the lines of telling me that he doesn't envy me. And I don't blame him. It's sad. Watching people doing the mating dance is sad and hilarious. I get looks when I'm not trying, it's just that because I'm not trying and I'm honest about who I am and what I'm about. Apparently it's 'refreshing'. How sad is that? Is everyone else frontin'?
So I got it all cleared up with Ma that nothing stupid is happening in my world, I'm onto the 3 F's in my world, Focus, Fun and Follow Thru. Good things happen to those who try. I don't believe in luck. Luck is prepartion meeting opportunity. Timing, as well. Now Ma is convinced I'm good and nothing too dumb is going to happen. Crisis averted, I hope.
Now, for the dumbest story ever.....(deep breath). The backstory to this is that my boy wanted me to go out with him and his fiancee...lucky me. I wasn't exactly looking forward to this, because they told me one of her friends was going to be there, too. They tried to set us up 2 years ago, and it was an "OH HELL NO" scenario back then, as it would be now. So I had to protest a little bit. And then they told me that no, no set up for me, but for someone else. Oh, goodie!!!! So I went, for the same reason people watch NASCAR, I might get to see an accident. --- Oh, as a sidenote, any girl that makes sure she tells you like 4 times that she's not easy, I'm pretty sure she is. We've all had our whore moments, just don't advertise, mmkay?---So I get to watch the meet'n'greet, which seems fine. Oh, except the dude was hammered. And the girl dressed relatively conservative, for her, at least. The bar is loud, so we all get into a booth. This is crucial. My boy and I are on one side, while his fiancee, her and the setup guy are on the other side. And then it happened. Comedic gold, I can't stress this enough. They've exchanged the weird pleasentries already (a little too much info passed, in my humble opinion), and the first story this guy decides to tell is about a pet. A dead pet. Yup, a dead cat story. Ponder that for a moment, if you will. Nothing wrong with a guy owning a cat, I guess, but this is your best foot forward???!!!!! The story lasts like at least 5 minutes. And after 30 seconds of seeing where this is going, I'm pounding on my buddy's, sitting next to me, leg.
Setup guy excuses himself for a second, where my boy and I turn into giggles McLaughsalot. This poor girl is mortified, and my boy's fiancee is giving us the 'did that serioulsy just happen?' look. Priceless. I'm so glad I went out. My boy tells me that I gave him dead leg but he couldn't look at me while the story was being told because he'd have lost it and then we'd be in trouble. My retort was that he'd be in trouble, I'm not sleeping next to either of these women, so what do I care? And he agreed. I apologized to the girl who was being set up, as she's not a horrible person, now that she's on her meds, but that story was so wrong it was funny.
The moral? Uh, apparently if I open up the male finishing school, you don't lead a potential date down the dead pet path. I didn't really think you had to specifically announce that, but there it is. If you need another hint, try not mentioning the ex, just some free advice. Apparently this is dating. Hell if I know. Just a firm lesson in what not to do.
Now, it's time to go have some lunch. PB&J. Hey, when you're broke, it's good stuff. I just think of it like I'm a kid. I just wish I had some Fluff (made in Lynn, MA-and I can't get it out here!).
Happy Sunday to you and I hope you get all geared up for the week ahead!
Oh, and I'm listening to Pandora right now, and wondering how I can block out Coldplay from my stations....enough with that crap already!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
a Wow, an 'eh', and a WHY?
So, I went 1 outta 2 in the Final Four. Just as good as the experts on the TV.
I will say that Wow, Michigan State played a fantastic game and I was impressed. They definitely used the home crowd to its advantage and played great. I was most impressed with the way they dominated the boards against UConn.
The 'eh' goes to the North Carolina/Villanova game. I know that 'Nova got it down to within 5 points, but then UNC put on the jets and it was all over. Just not that exciting of a game to watch. This is what happens when you don't care who wins or loses, you're looking for a good game. Overall, I'd say that this didn't deliver. Just my thoughts is all.
Now, the WHY? Why oh why is Sean Avery still allowed to collect a paycheck in the NHL? He hit Bruins goalie Tim Thomas in the back of the head with his stick. I'm begging the NHL to ban him for life, in order so he can live. He's going to come across the wrong guy one day and get bludgeoned on ice with a stick. I know why he did it-or at least I can guess. Gee, here's a goalie pitching a 1-0 shutout with 5 minutes to go...maybe I can rattle him. I'm stoked that TT not only went after him but also gave someone a mouthful of blocker. I'm kind of hoping that the Rangers get the #8 seed in the east, that way they have to play Boston in the 1st round. Maybe Lucic can pummel Avery in Game 1 and we never have to deal with his smirking ever again. I don't know much about hockey, but I swear if anyone did anything like that in any of the games I've played, I'd be livid. Avery has no class and no respect for the game nor its players. And if you think I'm making up what he did, here's the proof:
Oh, and the fact that the B's won this afternoon, home ice for the conference playoffs. Let the Garden rock!
Be good, and check in tomorrow and/or Monday, for the dating story you've got to read (no, it wasn't me, I just was fortunate enough to witness it).
I will say that Wow, Michigan State played a fantastic game and I was impressed. They definitely used the home crowd to its advantage and played great. I was most impressed with the way they dominated the boards against UConn.
The 'eh' goes to the North Carolina/Villanova game. I know that 'Nova got it down to within 5 points, but then UNC put on the jets and it was all over. Just not that exciting of a game to watch. This is what happens when you don't care who wins or loses, you're looking for a good game. Overall, I'd say that this didn't deliver. Just my thoughts is all.
Now, the WHY? Why oh why is Sean Avery still allowed to collect a paycheck in the NHL? He hit Bruins goalie Tim Thomas in the back of the head with his stick. I'm begging the NHL to ban him for life, in order so he can live. He's going to come across the wrong guy one day and get bludgeoned on ice with a stick. I know why he did it-or at least I can guess. Gee, here's a goalie pitching a 1-0 shutout with 5 minutes to go...maybe I can rattle him. I'm stoked that TT not only went after him but also gave someone a mouthful of blocker. I'm kind of hoping that the Rangers get the #8 seed in the east, that way they have to play Boston in the 1st round. Maybe Lucic can pummel Avery in Game 1 and we never have to deal with his smirking ever again. I don't know much about hockey, but I swear if anyone did anything like that in any of the games I've played, I'd be livid. Avery has no class and no respect for the game nor its players. And if you think I'm making up what he did, here's the proof:
Oh, and the fact that the B's won this afternoon, home ice for the conference playoffs. Let the Garden rock!
Be good, and check in tomorrow and/or Monday, for the dating story you've got to read (no, it wasn't me, I just was fortunate enough to witness it).
last minute picks
I probably should've written something long and ridiculous about tonight's game, but we're like 5 minutes from tipoff, so here it is:
While I can't stand any of the 4 teams in the Final Four, I'm going with UConn and North Carolina tonight.
I'll write tomorrow, where you will get to read about probably the worst story I've ever heard a guy tell a girl while trying to hit on her. Awful won't do it justice.
happy Saturday, and don't drive drunk!!!
While I can't stand any of the 4 teams in the Final Four, I'm going with UConn and North Carolina tonight.
I'll write tomorrow, where you will get to read about probably the worst story I've ever heard a guy tell a girl while trying to hit on her. Awful won't do it justice.
happy Saturday, and don't drive drunk!!!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Cutler is officially now CryBabyJay
So the trade was announced this afternoon, and I have to say, as much as I don't like the Broncos, I think they fleeced Da Bears. Look, Chicago is a tough town, and the football is known as smashmouth. Face it, it's friggin' cold come the end of football season in the Second City.
So let's see if Cutler can handle Chicago, and I don't mean the weather. I think what he pulled last night was beyond deplorable. In case you missed it, he was actually quoted as saying he didn't want to get traded, that he loved Denver. His bluff was called.
I want to see if Cutler can handle the scrutiny. My money is that he can't. He flunked in Denver. Folks, this is Denver. Not exactly a tough town when it comes to sports. Everyone here loves the Broncos (unless you're not from here, then it's a toss up). He was effectively shown the door by the fans in the last 3 days. I've been here almost 12 years and I've never heard anyone get mad like they were at Cutler.
Both he and the team made mistakes in this ridiculousness. But in the end, fans love the team. The team is what matters most to people here, the name on the front of the jersey, not the back. I love reading the 'Adios' comments from folks, it's cracking me up.
I do have some questions for Cutler, however. If you didn't want to get traded, why did you and your parents put your houses up for sale? Hmm, that is a tough one. Next question-have you practiced your scramble drill? I hope so, because Chicago's O-Line isn't as good as Denver's. Lastly, do you know your receivers? No? Hmm....well, you're #1 receiver is a 5'9" Pro Bowler...at kick returner...two seasons ago. Be careful what you wish for, dumdum.
Now, how about the haul that Denver got? A starting QB who I'm willing to bet has 20 TD passes next year in Kyle Orton...oh, and he's won 11 games in a season, too. Cutler, not so much. And then there's the 2 #1 picks, plus a 3rd. All for a whiner who I'm thinking won't be endeared when he starts pouting in Chicago.
One more thing on Cutler, I hope you start running, because you get to face Green Bay (an improving defense) and Minnesota (the Williams Brothers and Captain Mullet, Jared Allen) twice a piece. Add to that Philly, Pittsburgh, Atlanta, Baltimore and the improving 49ers, well, you're going to get turfed a few times...probably more than ya did in Denver. I'm just sayin'.
Now, onto happier topics. How about a hand for the Boston Bruins?! One point from clinching home ice for the conference playoffs. Wow. And the Garden will be rockin', make no mistake. Let the booze and the wins flow!
In other news, I turned down a job today, got turned down for a job today (that I really wanted), and had an interview for a contract job. The contract job would be good, well paying for a part time gig. So I'd have time to still hunt for whatever it is that I really want. Mind you, I have no idea what or where that is, but that won't stop me from hunting. Whatever sounds like a great opportunity, I'm all ears. And eyes. And dome. I appreciate all the help my friends are giving me, trying to show me listings, etc.
Whatever it is, it's going to be fantastic.
Oh, and I'll be home in June. There will be a memorial golf tournament for Pops, so I'm going home to marshall it. I'd say I'm going to golf, but why harm the earth like that? The ground has never done anything that mean to me, so I won't hurt it. More details to come in case you want it. Maybe even a picture of me and the old guy. Yup, I miss him.
And on that note, I'm pouring myself a drink and reminiscing in my own way.
Lastly, a new feature for you-what I'm listening to while I type this. DJ Premier-Invincible.
Happy Thursday!
So let's see if Cutler can handle Chicago, and I don't mean the weather. I think what he pulled last night was beyond deplorable. In case you missed it, he was actually quoted as saying he didn't want to get traded, that he loved Denver. His bluff was called.
I want to see if Cutler can handle the scrutiny. My money is that he can't. He flunked in Denver. Folks, this is Denver. Not exactly a tough town when it comes to sports. Everyone here loves the Broncos (unless you're not from here, then it's a toss up). He was effectively shown the door by the fans in the last 3 days. I've been here almost 12 years and I've never heard anyone get mad like they were at Cutler.
Both he and the team made mistakes in this ridiculousness. But in the end, fans love the team. The team is what matters most to people here, the name on the front of the jersey, not the back. I love reading the 'Adios' comments from folks, it's cracking me up.
I do have some questions for Cutler, however. If you didn't want to get traded, why did you and your parents put your houses up for sale? Hmm, that is a tough one. Next question-have you practiced your scramble drill? I hope so, because Chicago's O-Line isn't as good as Denver's. Lastly, do you know your receivers? No? Hmm....well, you're #1 receiver is a 5'9" Pro Bowler...at kick returner...two seasons ago. Be careful what you wish for, dumdum.
Now, how about the haul that Denver got? A starting QB who I'm willing to bet has 20 TD passes next year in Kyle Orton...oh, and he's won 11 games in a season, too. Cutler, not so much. And then there's the 2 #1 picks, plus a 3rd. All for a whiner who I'm thinking won't be endeared when he starts pouting in Chicago.
One more thing on Cutler, I hope you start running, because you get to face Green Bay (an improving defense) and Minnesota (the Williams Brothers and Captain Mullet, Jared Allen) twice a piece. Add to that Philly, Pittsburgh, Atlanta, Baltimore and the improving 49ers, well, you're going to get turfed a few times...probably more than ya did in Denver. I'm just sayin'.
Now, onto happier topics. How about a hand for the Boston Bruins?! One point from clinching home ice for the conference playoffs. Wow. And the Garden will be rockin', make no mistake. Let the booze and the wins flow!
In other news, I turned down a job today, got turned down for a job today (that I really wanted), and had an interview for a contract job. The contract job would be good, well paying for a part time gig. So I'd have time to still hunt for whatever it is that I really want. Mind you, I have no idea what or where that is, but that won't stop me from hunting. Whatever sounds like a great opportunity, I'm all ears. And eyes. And dome. I appreciate all the help my friends are giving me, trying to show me listings, etc.
Whatever it is, it's going to be fantastic.
Oh, and I'll be home in June. There will be a memorial golf tournament for Pops, so I'm going home to marshall it. I'd say I'm going to golf, but why harm the earth like that? The ground has never done anything that mean to me, so I won't hurt it. More details to come in case you want it. Maybe even a picture of me and the old guy. Yup, I miss him.
And on that note, I'm pouring myself a drink and reminiscing in my own way.
Lastly, a new feature for you-what I'm listening to while I type this. DJ Premier-Invincible.
Happy Thursday!
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