Sunday, April 29, 2007


I'm sitting in my hotel room in lovely Springfield, MO. Recovering from a very full and very boring day. One seminar after another, all barely touching on things that matter to me.

This after a night of very heavy drinking. With people from work. Most of them directors or senior managers.

We're going out again shortly. First stop, Bass Pro Shop. Sort of the LL Bean of the Mid-West. I'm going to buy a cowboy hat. Then dinner, more drinking I'm sure.

I've heard some horrible stories. Stories too wicked and stomach turning to post here. Things that I should never repeat, let alone even think about ever again.


Thursday, April 26, 2007

The definition of friggin insane

One of these days

It's been a long, tiring week. I'd normally be looking forward to it ending, but that's not the case this time around.

I have the day off tomorrow as KG and I are closing on the house. We have to get the kids to daycare, go to the bank for an assload of bank checks, do our final walk through, then drive down to Plymouth to close.

Saturday morning at 5:15AM my boss picks me up so we can drive to TF Green and then fly to Springfield, MO for 4 days.

I get back Tuesday, back to work the next day and then the crunch for closing starts again.

Woo freaking hoo

Monday, April 23, 2007

Elvis Presley and America

I had one of those moments today. The kind where a random song strikes a chord deep within your soul, awakening some old, dusty emotion.

Happenstance of an iPod shuffle brings to mind a girl I once loved. My first, and to date longest, love. High school sweethearts growing up together, growing apart together.

Things ended badly between us, and I spend my days rarely thinking about her. Even rarer are the moments I reflect on the actual love we shared, and the various emotions she stirred in me when things were new and healthy.

And suddenly, here in my ears was a song that remind me so much of her. I've never understood the lyrics, and I always preferred it that way. Somehow not understanding the words allowed a more intimate and emotional message to be conveyed.

On this radiant and warm spring day I allowed memory to wash over me. A tired smile played upon my lips, and I became wistful.

Heather, I hope you are well. I hope you are happy. I know I am. I may have been a wreck the last time you cared to know me, but I have changed much since then. In some ways, I have changed not at all.

Be that as it may, you helped to shape me. You were fundamental in making me the man I am today. I give thanks to you for that, and for the good times we had, the friends we shared. I will cherish those days always. As for the rest, I will retain the lessons I learned.

You know
Like no one told you how
But you know
Though the king that howls has howled
But you feel like sentimental
But you don't care
If I just share it in your heart

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Random bits

The upstairs neighbors, whom I despise, took a walk through of our apartment yesterday. Seems they might be moving down here when we move out.

I'm sorely tempted to leave some unpleasant surprises for them. The only thing stopping me, sadly enough, is that the dick upstairs is a roofer, and I can probably get a decent price out of him to at least fix the leak in our new roof.

The whole family ventured out today for some shopping ahead of the deadly storm headed our way. I ended up with a 250GB external hard drive, my very own "Easy" button, and a $2 thermal undershirt. What fun we have.

Oh, I also got a fairly nasty cut on my right ring finger. We had a cheap plastic Chinese kid's chair. My mother in law sat on it this weekend and discovered it wasn't designed to hold a full sized adult. The damn thing shattered, and let me tell you, those pieces were razor sharp. I took it out to the trash, broke a piece off in my hands, and didn't notice the gash in my finger until i went to light a smoke and saw my hand was covered in blood.

Needless to say, we won't be replacing that.

Tomorrow is back to work. My cube mate is off for the week, so it's going to be another overwhelmingly, painful, soul sucking week.


Thursday, April 12, 2007

TPS Reports

Fuck work.

Fuck Harvard Freedom and all those cock sucking sales reps who went out and coersed old people into dropping their Medicare coverage and signing up with H Freedom.

None of those old folks informed us, and now 4 months later Medicare starts denying payments. I can't even begin to go into the nightmarish amount of work this is causing me.

Fuck MC. I should be glad you're broken ass is back, but I'm not. Since you've offered to assist me with closing, how about being a real pal and get off my fucking back.

Fuck the Earth for this shitty weather. It's snowing out, and it's friggin April.

Fuck all stupid, small minded, lazy ass co-workers. You people get paid to do a job. Stop bitching and just do it.

That's all I got.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Even my iPod hates me today

It's been a trying week. 11 hour day at work on Saturday, another 3 hours at work late Sunday night. Monday finds no relief... I have tons of paperwork to data enter as well as a massive error report to resolve. Couple that with needy clinicians freaked out over the updates and an instead boss who is wired way too tight and I'm ready to assplode.

This morning it was cold and rainy. More like November than April.

So, I'm driving to work, listening to my iPod. On shuffle. I have 1,029 songs on there. For some damn reason, every single song it picked for my ride in was a depression dirge or a discordant tune. I even started skipping songs, only to have the next one be equally down.
I gave up and dealt with it.

Now anyone who knows me can attest to my penchant for dark, discordant music. Or as KG affectionately refers to it, my "difficult" music. However, the thing I like about my iPod is he eclectic mix I've put on there. There's music straight across the spectrum, and usually a sinister Residents tune will be followed by some jaunty Moog. A brooding Nick Cave song chased by Dr. Dre dissing niggahs and hos.

But today, no change in mood. Nothing but darkness. And damn if the same thing didn't happen on the way home. I finally shut it off and tuned into NPR when Hank Williams came on, singing "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry."

Monday, April 02, 2007