Two days of eating precariously and no time to run. Not good. Not good.

Quotes/lyrics

"If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now, put the foundations under them." Henry David Thoreau

Random

I am thinking that perhaps agreeing to this today was not a good on my part. It is sometimes so hurtful. I have to learn to say no when necessary.

Random

Since I'm now comfortable in my skin, I wish there was a way to share. This life is not how my younger mind had envisioned it to be.

Random

I've never wanted the whole world. I've always wanted to "know my own bone." I think I do.

Random

I'm thinking maybe I should have hopped a flight and headed out of here for a few days.

Quotes/Lyrics

". . you get to close to a bird + she'll be gone. Now that there's no you everything is new like this unfamiliar moon." Vance Gilbert

Quotes/Lyrics

"She sings to me now and then, gentle refrains of summer mornings, first rays of sunlight in dew-dropped roses." Kenny Loggins

Politics

January 20, 2009: The end of an error.

Random

Mornings. I lay here wondering what the day might bring, ready to start; but I could easily just lay here for awhile.

Random thoughts

I'm thinking Henry David and I could have been lovers. . .the more 'stuff' we need in our lives, the more things break down.

Quotes/Lyrics

"Hey. Where have you been hiding? In a land far away, oh I can't stay away, but you're wrapped in the arms of another." Susan Tedeschi

A couple of months ago, I was at one of my watering hole and there happened to be a performer there playing his guitar and singing. At his break, he came over and chit chatted for a bit. It was nice, I guess, and by his space invasion, I had a feeling he was interested, but really who knows and really, well, whatever.

So I went back a few weeks ago and he was there again. I waved hello to be polite. Later, again on his break, he made his way over and said hello and addressed me by my first name. He said, "I remember your name." and I said, "Yes, you did." And he said, "I bet that surprises you." Well, it didn't surprise me. I mean, okay, so he remembered my name. Shall I throw a party or something? Two other times during the evening he preened himself by mentioning again that he remembered my name as if this was quite impressive to me.

Ladies, call me crazy....but you know...this didn't do anything for me but make me wonder if he was getting ready to recite his ABC's so that I knew he could do that as well.

I've been out of this game a long time and I'm out of touch with the rules, apparently.

Frustration and Freedom

In my job, and it is a job, not an adventure.....I go through approximate 100 to 150 emails I day. I get these things called Vision cases, which send me record adjustment requests which I need to make. I go through probably 75 to 100 of these a day. I get undetermined number of phones calls. I get manifests for equipment to receive back in. And my areas of coverage are the entire Central area of the country, basically the Midwest, all of our really huge clients, which span the entire country, as well as all of Canada.

So today, a coworker called me about one of his clients and he rambled on and on with his issue and when I asked him for some info so I could identify which client he was referring to, he was a bit put off that I did not know. I apologized a bit, and asked for perhaps a name or a client number so that I could refresh what this particular client's issue was.

I don't understand that. Does he think I can remember telepathetically which client he is working with that day? I work with literally hundreds in a day. Crazy. Some people just don't get it.

Oh, well, six day weekend. Woo Hoo!

The other night I mentioned to a friend of mine that I thought it pretty poor that a presidential candidate has the audacity and the lack of forethought to say to the American public, "Gee, I'm not sure how many houses I have." It just screams to me that he is completely out of touch with me and my little birdhouse. Even if it's true, he needs to be a bit more diplomatic and thoughtful when he answers. I mean, what's he going to say to opposing world powers without thinking first.

So after mentioning this, I learn that this friend now assumes I am for the other candidate. I never said that either. The other candidate made $4 million last year on one book. I don't think he really knows where I'm coming from either. And they've spent so much time making him a celebrity as opposed to a government worker who is looking out for my best interest. He's a bit green for my taste.

Everyone gets all riled up for these things. My take is this, I find it hard to believe I only have two choices. I don't care for either one, frankly. It is hard to believe with the millions of people in this country that each one of us is to find a politician with our best interests at heart in one of two people. It just seems unrealistic to me.

"Under house arrest, the story of our time. What's it like so sublime? Baby break free, come kiss these lips of mine." SB

Tuesdays

I tried to set up a mobile way to access my blog. It worked once and has not worked again. I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong exactly, but I'm sure I'll work it out...eventually.

So I am thinking that I'm not a big fan of Tuesdays. You know, they are very similar to Mondays. Sometimes worse. But regardless, here we are on a Tuesday, hoping for Friday.

Anyone who knows me well....knows there are really just a few things that are at the core of my being: Family, singing, faith, love, theatre, success. So should I fail at any of these cores, well....my A type personality doesn't usually handle it very well. Let me just put it to you that way.

The other thing, everything has its lifecycle, correct? The beginning, the middle, the end. I like to think of life as a lot of beginnings, the middle, and hopefully, not too many endings. With this type of theory, it is easy to conceive that the middle consists of many beginnings and endings. Needless to say, I do all right in the middle, but beginnings scare me a bit, and endings, usually sadden me. I'm not sure why exactly other than to say....I want all of it....everything....anything I can....I want to try it all.....understand it all.....live it all.....I don't want to miss anything, ever.

I only mention these things as a basis for understanding what drives me...what makes me tick...regardless of anything else....these are my foundations.

Second thoughts

Have you ever offered to do a friend a favor with nothing but good intent? Soon, however, something changes and you end up deeper than you thought. Oh, well. That's what friends are for, right?

Pardon my error, Dear Friend unknowingly pointed it out for me earlier today. Lymeric was not the term I was looking for but illiteration. Anyway, fun, lyric exercise. I plan on one per letter.

I'm on lunch right now. Hmmm, and it was good. Seafood chowder soup. I'm not sure what exactly was in it, but it went down all right and I didn't choke. So all's well.

On the ear front, I am getting back to normal...well, sort of. I am still rather clogged, but the edge of the pain is gone. Not sure if that's a sign of healing or a sign of the three pain killers I'm on. But who cares, right? It's getting better, so I am glad.

Here is a issue that myself and many of my constituants have been struggling with as of late. We use texts, and blogs, and Face Book and My Space, and we put our lives in print, in a way. But let's be honest, it isn't all of ourselves. It is a piece of ourselves, the parts we want to share. I would equate it to the first few months of dating someone new. We each reveal little bits of ourselves, but hold back on what may deemed as questionable to others. So in cyberworld, for the most part, we are at our best of humor, intelligence and character. It's rather a relief in a way that one can censor their personality to fit into the cyber character they choose to be.

Who likes to face their own faults? Who wants to admit that they can be unbearable in the morning...or that they hate kittens and puppies....it could be viewed as unacceptable.

But I question where this will lead us. We turn to cyberworld, for matchmaking, for visiting with friends and family...all good causes. But will we loose our humanity? Isn't what makes us human the fact that we feel....good and bad....happy and sad....the bad is necessary to appreciate the good.

Oh, well, lunchtime is up and so are these ramblings...next time, perhaps one of Songbird's songs.

Set up

"He doesn't know you or what runs through your veins. Still you want him like an elixer for pain. It's out of range." SB

This morning I had a lymeric in my head. I get those sometimes. Not always sure what to do .... no I did not say leprechaun, please...pay attention. I said lymeric...you know....Fickle Fay flittered fervously from fleeting facades and facets of fancy, for fear of finding feverish friendships.

Anyway, they were fun for a little bit. I think it's good to think of things like that. It keeps those brain waves crashing into the shore, so to speak.

Day 2

5.28 miles. I'm a bit behind as of late. The show I was in made it impossible to come home and run first. So as much as I tried to get up early and take a run, it was too difficult when I got home at midnight. Then my shoulder was being testy. This week my ear.

So I have to get back on track, put the pedal to the metal, build up again. I'll do it. It just feels like so much work was wasted when I let it go for silly reasons.

Please pardon my ignorance, I have not quite figured out how to add a second paragraph. I'm sure I will. Also, I guess I should say, I'm not sure exactly how or what I plan on using this blog for. So reader, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you don't want to know what I'm writing. Then stop reading it. Here are the rules as I see them:

1. I will post mostly what comes to mind. It may be fact. It may be fiction.
2. I will change names to protect the innocent....namely myself.
3. I will try to spell check but no guarantees.
4. I will be as accurate as I can, at least if it's fact. For fiction, no hold's barred.
5. I will do my best to use proper English.
6. If you have a comment, go ahead and post it. But be kind, okay. I'm sensitive sometimes and this is really just an outlet for me. I don't need the stress or the pressure of trying to live up to other people's expectations. If you knew how many expectations I put on myself....well, believe me, it's enough for both of us. And frankly, my expectations are really the only ones that count when it comes to me.
7. Crickets who chirp constantly are not welcome....oh, wait...never mind....let me go take care of that.....

That's it. Seems simple enough, right?

The Beginning

It seems I sometimes have a lot to say. Yet, I find that there are not always other listening. But that's all right, I'm not always sure I need anyone to listen. But much of the time, I like to say what's on my mind. So here we are....

Currently, I am home suffering from some ungodly ear ache. I've been to the doc and of course, the prescribed meds two days ago, which have done little to ease my suffering. I called today and they suggested that I wait until the antibiotics are used up and if I'm still not feeling well to call back. Hmmm. That's another four days. Okay. I'll wait. I can't guaranty I won't remove my ear by then, but I will do as instructed.

Frankly, I don't understand why I can't get my money back. In total it was about $100 for the visit and the meds with no relief. I understand medicine is not an exact science, but regardless, I am a very unsatisfied customer. If I had gone to the cleaners or the mechanic and received such ineffective service I would demand service that was satisfactory or my money back.

Please excuse my dismal outlook today. Espescially since we just started. Just trying to get through the day. Next time, I promise to be my usual self. You don't know my usual self, but I will try to show you some of my more positive side when we meet again.

Thank you.