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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Changes
Hey look, another random post!
Going through my closet looking for a t-shirt to wear yesterday I ended up grabbing a shirt from an ATV event from 2008 and it got me thinking about how much my life has changed since then.
In 2008 most of you reading this would not have known me. I think that is the craziest thing. In 2008 my life was completely different. On any given day you could either catch me hanging out with Jack, Rene, Matt(who was my best friend) and Lea Anna. On the weekends there would probably be a case of Bud Light strapped to the back of my four wheeler and I'd be waist deep in a mudhole. Then Matt introduced me to Twitter and it seems like my whole world is different.
I look back and, for the most part, all of the people I hang out with or talk to have been spurred by a follow. For the longest time, Twitter was a place that had no faces or real lives, other than the real faces that I knew before I followed them. It all changed one Friday night when I invited a person I knew on Twitter to dinner.
Today, you can find me, on any given day, hanging out with any one of the people I regularly talk with on Twitter. Jack and Rene have moved, Lea Anna is engaged and Matt...well, it seems as if he has moved on. The four wheeler is gone, sold because It was taking space more than entertaining me. And the Bud Light has been exchanged for a brew of my own hand.
Most of these changes, it seems to me, are for the best. One, I regret every day, but am content.
Has your life changed?
Monday, November 15, 2010
I'm Sorry Sir, this is the non-smoking section.
For the past 14 years I have been a pack-a-day smoker. I picked them up one day in high school and never looked back. All the cool kids were doing it, why couldn't I? Last week, after a friend of mine had successfully quit, and told me he didn't want to hang out with me as much because the temptation was too much for him, I decided to put them down. My wife has been wanting to quit forever, so she is doing it to. I've got the support of everyone that I know, and am going to be using this blog to make posts on how I am feeling, and what I am going through.
Day 1: Time since last cigarette: 11 hours, 2 mins. Physical Sensations: Head is hazy, Body wants to smoke, but no pain in stomach. The urges are not as bad as I thought they would be. Hands are shaking, but that could be from the OD of coffee this morning. Mental State: determined, but still wanting.
You do not realize, until you cannot smoke, how much of your daily routine is built around cigarettes. My morning routine usually consists of rolling out of bed, putting some clothes on, taking the dogs out and smoking while they are in the yard. I then come in, feed them, fix coffee and have another. I work from home, so when the wife leaves about an hour later, I come in, fire up the email, twitter and other things and go outside and have another cigarette while I am waiting on all of that. I come in, answer all of the emails I need to answer, do a little paperwork and then, about this time of the day, I have another cigarette while I am waiting on my boss to call.
You get what I am trying to say. The problem is that soooooo much of my daily routine is bound by what I am trying to quit. Right now I am getting my nicotine through other routes, easier routes for me to quit. I still want to taste a cigarette, but I don't feel the need for nicotine. I've heard the first few days are the hardest. I will keep you posted.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
I'm Thankful
I've been wanting to write this post for weeks now. Like all my other great ideas, this one came while I was in the shower. I started thinking about what I was thankful for.
First and foremost, I am thankful for my wife. She is there to love me, hate me, uplift me, belittle me, share my biggest fears and my happiest occasions. She is my partner, best friend, confidant and lover.
I'm thankful for my Dad. Without him I wouldn't be as resourceful and loving as I am now. I didn't see what you wanted to teach me when I was younger, but my eyes are open now, thank you.
I'm thankful for Dave, he was the other father influence in my life and what some people miss out on because their one father couldn't give them, I had two that could show me what good men are supposed to be from different angles.
I'm thankful for my grandmother, Mammaw Steed, who showed me that no matter what your situation in life is, whether you are dieing of cancer, or just watched your grandson paint his brother from head-to-toe in housepaint, you have to laugh; because if you cannot laugh about something, it is not a lesson learned.
I'm thankful for my college friends, who, although we can be separated for years at a time, when we get together, it seems like yesterday.
I'm thankful for Becky, who enlightened my life and showed me that men and women can be friends, and who opened my world up to new things and new feelings.
I'm thankful for Matt, one person now, that I have, that I can share a beer and all my feelings with at the same time, without having to worry about being looked down upon.
To my new twitter friends, I have to split into two groups:
Firstly, my locals, starting with Ryan and Holly, the first people I met off of here that grew to a tight knit group of friends (you all know who you are). Thank you. We come from all different backgrounds, but we seem to meet in the middle.
Secondly, to my girls. Kerri, who I met first, but introduced me to Rachel, Veronika, Lanie and Ruby Sandwich (although she has become captain random on twitter): I am very thankful for you four. It is never a dull moment and I love the fun that we have.
I think we all become selfish at times and forget to thank the people in our lives that mean the most. Last weekend, on father's day, I hugged my dad and told him thank you. I think we all need to do that to the important people every once in a while.
First and foremost, I am thankful for my wife. She is there to love me, hate me, uplift me, belittle me, share my biggest fears and my happiest occasions. She is my partner, best friend, confidant and lover.
I'm thankful for my Dad. Without him I wouldn't be as resourceful and loving as I am now. I didn't see what you wanted to teach me when I was younger, but my eyes are open now, thank you.
I'm thankful for Dave, he was the other father influence in my life and what some people miss out on because their one father couldn't give them, I had two that could show me what good men are supposed to be from different angles.
I'm thankful for my grandmother, Mammaw Steed, who showed me that no matter what your situation in life is, whether you are dieing of cancer, or just watched your grandson paint his brother from head-to-toe in housepaint, you have to laugh; because if you cannot laugh about something, it is not a lesson learned.
I'm thankful for my college friends, who, although we can be separated for years at a time, when we get together, it seems like yesterday.
I'm thankful for Becky, who enlightened my life and showed me that men and women can be friends, and who opened my world up to new things and new feelings.
I'm thankful for Matt, one person now, that I have, that I can share a beer and all my feelings with at the same time, without having to worry about being looked down upon.
To my new twitter friends, I have to split into two groups:
Firstly, my locals, starting with Ryan and Holly, the first people I met off of here that grew to a tight knit group of friends (you all know who you are). Thank you. We come from all different backgrounds, but we seem to meet in the middle.
Secondly, to my girls. Kerri, who I met first, but introduced me to Rachel, Veronika, Lanie and Ruby Sandwich (although she has become captain random on twitter): I am very thankful for you four. It is never a dull moment and I love the fun that we have.
I think we all become selfish at times and forget to thank the people in our lives that mean the most. Last weekend, on father's day, I hugged my dad and told him thank you. I think we all need to do that to the important people every once in a while.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Hey Guys, what's been going on?
I love sharing my life with y'all via my blog. I just don't have the time to ever sit down and write on the damned thing. I try to make them gems though, when I do post.
Let me start off with the dream last night. I dreamt (sp) that I was at a jewelry store in a strip mall and they were setting up for a wedding in there (classy huh?). I knew everyone there, I knew it was supposed to be a wedding, but I did not know who was getting married. I was sitting there, talking to my old friends from high school and such when I saw the bride. The bride-to-be was my Her. My ex-girlfriend. We dated for 4 years after high school, and I broke her heart by cheating on her with some other chick for 6 months. After we broke up I found my wife now, and we are married, but we still communicate from time to time, mostly its her randomly emailing me about her not being able to ever trust a man again. She's married now, so this dream is weird. It's also weird because I never dream, but this was an all night thing.
Back on topic. I went to go talk with her and congratulate her for getting married and we ended up talking about the days that we were dating and how much we have changed since then. Then she kissed me. Me, being single, in the dream, kissed her back, when it was over, I said good luck and turned and walked back to where everyone was sitting for the wedding. The wedding started and she stopped it halfway down the isle, turned and ran out crying. The wedding was over. Everyone left and I got a phone call from her crying saying how much she wanted to be together and then my alarm went off.
I don't analyze dreams or anything like that, but it was fucked up. My dreams are always fucked up.
Let me start off with the dream last night. I dreamt (sp) that I was at a jewelry store in a strip mall and they were setting up for a wedding in there (classy huh?). I knew everyone there, I knew it was supposed to be a wedding, but I did not know who was getting married. I was sitting there, talking to my old friends from high school and such when I saw the bride. The bride-to-be was my Her. My ex-girlfriend. We dated for 4 years after high school, and I broke her heart by cheating on her with some other chick for 6 months. After we broke up I found my wife now, and we are married, but we still communicate from time to time, mostly its her randomly emailing me about her not being able to ever trust a man again. She's married now, so this dream is weird. It's also weird because I never dream, but this was an all night thing.
Back on topic. I went to go talk with her and congratulate her for getting married and we ended up talking about the days that we were dating and how much we have changed since then. Then she kissed me. Me, being single, in the dream, kissed her back, when it was over, I said good luck and turned and walked back to where everyone was sitting for the wedding. The wedding started and she stopped it halfway down the isle, turned and ran out crying. The wedding was over. Everyone left and I got a phone call from her crying saying how much she wanted to be together and then my alarm went off.
I don't analyze dreams or anything like that, but it was fucked up. My dreams are always fucked up.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Big Spender
To preface this post, I want to start by saying I love food. I love trying out new restaurants and try to frequent, as much as possible, locally owned places. This weekend, my wife and I went to two different restaurants, the first was one that we have been to before, but this time, something awesome happened. We went in, it was a Mexican restaurant, and were seated. Our waiter came up, and it was a white guy. Around here, that doesn't happen. The food was okay, but the service was what stood out. The waiter never let our drinks get empty, he was polite, courteous and suggested a few new things that we try out. It was by far the best experience I had ever had in a Mexican restaurant, and we tipped him as so. The bill was $20, I left another $20 for the tip.
Now, let me tell you about last night. There is a new, local place that everyone has been raving about. The concept is great. You walk in and are seated at a table, at the table is a touchscreen computer where you place your order, order refills and play games while you wait. Foolproof right? Wrong. We sat down and placed our first order, 2 Cokes and a order or potato skins. Our drinks came out promptly and we played games while we waited for the skins. 40 mins later, I'm starving (and when I get starving, I get pissy, like, realy, realy, realy pissy) and our waitress brings another refill of drinks I ask her about my skins. She gives me a puzzled look, and says she will go back and check. Now, when you order, you place your order on the screen and it goes to the back, they look at the order and fill it. So I would guess that there is no way to miscommunicate anything and I know that it didnt get lost because my drinks came. Needless to say, our skins came out piping hot in 5 mins. Okay, on to the burgers. When you place your order, you choose your burger, what sides and how you want it dressed. There is no waitress to mix it up or anything. Guess what happened? We ordered two bacon and barbeque burgers and when they came out of the kitchen, there was one bacon BBQ burger and a regular. And about 10 fries on the plate. I was furious. We ate, and we paid. I left no tip. Hopefully they understand why. I wanted to leave a note on the reciept, but the wife wouldn't let me. That was the first time in my life that I have ever left a restaurant that I did not tip. I feel kind of bad, but I think it deserved it.
Now, let me tell you about last night. There is a new, local place that everyone has been raving about. The concept is great. You walk in and are seated at a table, at the table is a touchscreen computer where you place your order, order refills and play games while you wait. Foolproof right? Wrong. We sat down and placed our first order, 2 Cokes and a order or potato skins. Our drinks came out promptly and we played games while we waited for the skins. 40 mins later, I'm starving (and when I get starving, I get pissy, like, realy, realy, realy pissy) and our waitress brings another refill of drinks I ask her about my skins. She gives me a puzzled look, and says she will go back and check. Now, when you order, you place your order on the screen and it goes to the back, they look at the order and fill it. So I would guess that there is no way to miscommunicate anything and I know that it didnt get lost because my drinks came. Needless to say, our skins came out piping hot in 5 mins. Okay, on to the burgers. When you place your order, you choose your burger, what sides and how you want it dressed. There is no waitress to mix it up or anything. Guess what happened? We ordered two bacon and barbeque burgers and when they came out of the kitchen, there was one bacon BBQ burger and a regular. And about 10 fries on the plate. I was furious. We ate, and we paid. I left no tip. Hopefully they understand why. I wanted to leave a note on the reciept, but the wife wouldn't let me. That was the first time in my life that I have ever left a restaurant that I did not tip. I feel kind of bad, but I think it deserved it.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Computer Illiteracy
You know what really grinds my gears (+1 internets if you know the reference)? Computer Illiteracy. Computers should require licenses. You should have to take a test, and however you perform on that test, they give you a computer that suits your skill level.
Just today, I "helped" a person with their computer. Now, lets start this out by noting that this person wasn't just computer illiterate, this person was computer retarded. I am talking having to wear a helmet when she walks into a room with a computer in it. The most frustrating thing about it is that she tries to be helpful, when she, I and everyone knows that she should put her hands in her lap and just go ahead and start licking the windows.
There are people who can learn how to use computers and then there are people who have no excuse for even turning one on. This is the same type of person who has a paper, step-by-step list, next to her computer of how to log into the damned thing. I know what you are all thinking: "Hey, have a little compassion, someone taught you." or "be nice". No, I don't want to be nice. I want to live peacefully in my own little happy world and not have to tell you for the 1000th time how to do something.
THAT, folks, Grinds my Gears.
/rantover
Just today, I "helped" a person with their computer. Now, lets start this out by noting that this person wasn't just computer illiterate, this person was computer retarded. I am talking having to wear a helmet when she walks into a room with a computer in it. The most frustrating thing about it is that she tries to be helpful, when she, I and everyone knows that she should put her hands in her lap and just go ahead and start licking the windows.
There are people who can learn how to use computers and then there are people who have no excuse for even turning one on. This is the same type of person who has a paper, step-by-step list, next to her computer of how to log into the damned thing. I know what you are all thinking: "Hey, have a little compassion, someone taught you." or "be nice". No, I don't want to be nice. I want to live peacefully in my own little happy world and not have to tell you for the 1000th time how to do something.
THAT, folks, Grinds my Gears.
/rantover
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