Tuesday, June 30, 2009
(This is me working on a post thought you would want to see where the "magic" happens. Yes my drink is on a coaster don't worry!)
Have you ever wondered when something wonderful is going to happen to you? Lately I have been invited to share my presence in celebrating the union of two souls who fell in love, people who answered the phone and were offered wonderful job opportunities, and some through the magic of their union are welcoming a new addition to their families. When I woke up this morning I buried deep inside the comforter and in that moment of wakefulness and sleep I pondered on what and where my life was going.
It was a interesting question to ponder on.
What would you do if you every step you took landed you right back in the same place you were in six years ago?
I felt rage.
(Wait stay with me there is going to be a positive twist coming)
I was given one of those rare Josie Grossey Moments. If you could go back to the moment that your life changed and change the outcome would you do it? Working at Farr's isn't exactly the most glamorous moment in my life.
But its a job.
It pays the bills.
After running on the treadmill I realized that sometimes we have to prepare ourselves accept change and adversity. To transition often requires us to go back to previous places and thoughts. Going back to Farr's allows me to see that I have friends who work there that are the ones cheering on the sidelines wishing me the best.
Sometimes its nice to get support instead of being the supporter.
Through all of this I must thank my Dad. Instead of focusing on the negative he pushes me each day and allows me to live in the Bungalow allowing me to preserve some act of self pride. He has that rare talent to see the bright side of the situation, to look at something at a different angle in order to see how it works in the deeper realm of my life. As sappy and trite as that sounds I am lucky. Very Very lucky.
Things change and will get better. Like the weather the number one thing you can count on in life is change.I am waiting for five minutes for the change to come.
So perhaps this will be my moment to get that phone call, that "magical" moment where there will be a union of two souls, and EVENTUALLY get a surprise edition to my future family. Something will come.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
I went to Val and Greg's wedding tonight at Union Station. Normally I'm not a wedding kind of guy. When you are single any shred of self preservation gets thrown out the window. Finally gaining acceptance for being single? Not anymore at these shingdings. Its all will the married people come to the dance floor and chicken dances.
Normally I do the quick meet and greet " Oh congrats to you!" ( to the groom) "You look wonderful! Thanks for inviting me!" (To the bride) and if the parents are there then standing in front of them making awkward conversation "Yes Ms. Mcpinerkinckle that was me who encouraged your daughter to throw water ballons out of the car at the officer" and then I drop my gift eat a handful of dinnermints and peanuts, graze by the mormon red death and then book it to my car.
Not at this wedding.
Oh no. We danced so hard I think I lost three pounds in sweat weight.
Since I am talking about weddings I must give thanks to the Momma who taught me three essential aspects of wedding receptions.
Dances that you must know:
1. The electric slide
2. Boot Scooting Boogey
3. The Hustle (Cause you never know and its always good to have a backup).
Always wear a white shirt so the sweat doesn't show.
Depends if its sheet or homemade. If it looks like a bargin basement special at Walmart then move on.
Thus these skills saved me tonight from essential boredom.
Friday, June 26, 2009
I don't usually lust after cars. Brownies, Ice Cream, Sprinkles yes. Cars not so much. Now don't get me wrong. I am a guy after all. I can go to a dealership or car shows (love them) but I was never one to put car photos all over my room tell you all the weird stats on how big the engine is etc. I have always been pratical when it comes to cars. When my father got me the Galaxie back in the 1960's it was quite the family car when I owned it so many people told me that their families had that car etc. Then when the Galaxie had its tragic death I went in search for a new car. While this was the opportunity to buy something really sporty and adventerous I bought a subuaru station wagon. It was pratical, blue, and could get me home in a snowstorm.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Last night I had the night off (rare ocasion) and I was bored. There is so much of basic cable/laundry/and house chores that a person can handle.
So I had the phone right next to me. I looked at it. It looked at me. I willed it to ring. I begged it to ring. I could imagne all the conversations people were having "Oh we must call him but he is probably so busy" "oh we can not bother him" you know and I sat there by the phone going hoh hum you know .
Then I realized that in order to have people call you there actually has to be an interaction you know. Its not one sided but rather I need to remove myself outside of my self imposed exhile from the rather happening social life that must be occuring in O-town.
So picture me calling you and asking you to cruise Washington Blvd. Would you go? Can you imagne how fun that would be? Crank some Backstreet boys and Spice Girls show how crusing is really done!
Are you ready for this?
Its been a while...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thats how I feel right now.
Thought you would like to know.
Yesterday was a grown up day. I got a new drivers license yesterday which thrilled me. No more vertical licence! Then I went to the denist and got a new toothbrush which always makes me happy. Its been a crazy couple of days.
That and it's my 25th birthday on monday.
All I want is a Bleeding Armidillo cake.
Oh and world peace of course.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
On my rare day off from the FARR'S (Come visit me my offer for 2 free scoops are still good if you want more information see yesterday's post)
Me: My Coconut you are just blooming! Keep it up! We need to get you some potting soil to keep you upright now don't we?
Me: Mr. Mango! What is wrong with you? You are a little droopy today. Is it Ras? Is she giving you grief? Lets move you to another warm spot shall we?
Mr. Mango: Silent
I won't bother you with the rest of the conversation. Needless to say I was in need for person to person conversation. It was in the middle of watering Watermelon that my Father stopped by for a "surprise inspection" of the bungalow and to race at the Business Depot.
My childhood has revolved around the bicycle since I can rememeber. Weekends of bike tires, men in spandex, and many hours of boredom for a few moments of flash of color. Remeber this was pre-Lance Armstrong. While kids Dads watched the Superbowl or NBA playoffs I could rattle off the stats on all the Tour De France winners.
Yet last night was the first time that I had been to a bike race after the disaterous Logan to Jackson race of 2002. But that's a different post for another day.
As I sat on top of the trusty Honda I watched my Dad raced.
I was impressed.
I was proud.
I got a free meal at Jumbo burgers. ( I got the Hawaiian Burger. Seemed rather festive).
The pic above is dad on the white bike talking to Weston about the race. It was beautiful night. Also since there is nothing to do till the racers race by I took some pics. Enjoy!
Socks and Sandals. A common offense at Bicylce racers. This plague needs to be stopped. Do people a favor hide their socks from their sandals and the world will thank you!
SPANDEX! Need I say More?
Bridget Jones Moment:
Attitude: A little Blue
Water: 4 liters
Breakfeast: 40z of yogurt
Lunch: Sandy's Grilled chicken Pesto sandwhich (half) and pasta salad
Dinner: Hawaiian Burger with French fries. Sometimes you just have to silence the inner beast.
Ps. This is yesterday's Bridget Jones Moment.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Here is where the story suddenly takes a weird turn to the left. I sat there in the Dr. Man's office waiting as usual reading those gloriously outdated magazines. I love the outdated ones because then I get to catch up on all the latest drama for your mama. When my name was called the nice Medical Assistant opened up the chute and I was allowed to stand on that wonderfully glorious scale.
Remember how I was Juile Andrews standing on top of a mountian happy yesterday?
After this moment not so much.
This is what flashed on the Scale.
So smacking my gum (like a cow chews its cud) I looked over at the nice Medical assistant and I mooed.
Then waddled down the hall.
Bridget Jones Moment
Attitude: Not Very Nice.
Steps: 3.5 Miles or 6720 steps.
Water: 1 liter
Eggs with 4 oz of yogurt.
Wendy's Side Salad with Jr. Bacon Cheese burger (the little one!) with no bun.
Grilled Veggies and BBQ beef.
1 Java Chip Frap. (Don't judge. I'm not in the mood for it).