Archive for June, 2007

“God is a concept,
By which we can measure,
Our pain” – John Lennon


I’ve been having a really hard time lately choosing between my love and my job.

I guess that might not make sense.

Where I would like to spend all my time with him, I know that I should be at my job because I also love my job.

He understands that.

That doesn’t mean I’m not sitting at my job every day thinking almost entirely about him.

He’s so distracting.


I have two days of training sessions next week on our new product. All day both days. Some place that’s an hour away, so I’ll have to get up wicked early and I’ll be home later than I’d like.

And the president of our company is coming to answer our questions tomorrow, in which I have none.

The transition has been a pain in the rear so far where our insurance and our pay checks are concerned. Such a headache to the point where I may cut ties and burn bridges with my doctor’s office solely on the fact that they haven’t taken well to the transition either. The direct opposite of well.


Sweet dreams.. .


I think while I was stranded on the side of the highway with a flat last weekend, I made a choice. Sitting in my passenger seat, my cell phone cradled in my hands, legs stretched out against my driver’s seat and my back against my passenger side door. I made the decision that I was going to keep my car as long as I can.

Aside from the facts that, a) I don’t got a lot of money. and b) buying a new car just because you are bored with the old one is kinda stupid. I love my baby car. I really do. We’ve been through a lot of scraps together. And it’s a champ!

They say I could put over 200,000 miles on that thing and have it still run like a dream? Well then… let’s get it there! Baby car and I have more scraps to go through together.


Side notes:

I think one of the most important things to learn in life is how to pick your battles. It’s important to know when to tear someone in half or to just let them be an ass. And it takes an intelligent grace to be able to do that.

Hell! An ass is an ass whether you tell them they are or not.