Well, I didn't just "sit there", I indeed got up and got away from the computer and did stuff, then last week happened. Every evening was filled with something scheduled and by the time I got to sit down I was too tired to get back up. This computer is still poisoning my productivity, sitting on a warm sofa on a hot evening, sweating. The house hunt started out well; yep, got a loan so here we go.
Remember that scene in the movie "Labyrinth" where the girl is falling down a shaft of "helping hands"? Yeah, that's about the feel right now . . . down we go, then stopping to talk to the hands helping us, then down, then stop because we realize some hands further down will reach in our pockets to take our cash, sooo, do we continue down quickly or slow it down? Life is well personified by that shaft with hands. Some hands help, others take, other push you on your way, no questions asked, no stopping you, some giving you a high-five, then one flips you off.
OK, so let's see where we're taken. I'm a bit frustrated, a bit scared, a bit anxious, a bit of everything a guy my age in this situation might have going on inside of him. Deep breathes and beer for now.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011
belated birthday
I have no idea why I never published the following back in October. My guess is I was being critical of my writing. Well, here it is now with a few edits:
Only a few days ago I logged in another full year of life. My dad, in his dad ways, dad tone and dad corniness made the comment,"You're catching up to me in age!". Then I realized that someday I'd be that dad making that dad-esque comment to my child, with my child then rolling their eyes and thinking,"I'll never be that corny when I'm his age!".
Every time I dare think about how I'm at a period in my life when pacifiers should be drying in the dish rack, I start thinking about the things I want to do before that becomes reality. No, I'm not scared (not terrified either), I don't hate kids, I just know the same facts spat out from every parent I've talked to about being parent.
This weekend I'll be helping out at a Haunted Trail. That is to say I'll be daunting torn up clothing, splattering myself with fake blood and scaring the bajeezes out of the following: selfish, text-messaging teens, drunken parents (yes, nothing like a half-lit adult around kids!), fried potheads, too-cool-for-school thugs, and of course the poor little ones that get drug along the trail kicking and screaming from the get-go. It's almost therapeutic. "Take that: guy who probably cut me off the other day! the woman who wouldn't just pay for her damn groceries! the child who just had to touch everything in Target!".
So the way I see it, if I do have children in the near future this trail might just be my outlet. Or I'll just randomly pull out a ghoul mask in the grocery store on a random day of a random month.
Only a few days ago I logged in another full year of life. My dad, in his dad ways, dad tone and dad corniness made the comment,"You're catching up to me in age!". Then I realized that someday I'd be that dad making that dad-esque comment to my child, with my child then rolling their eyes and thinking,"I'll never be that corny when I'm his age!".
Every time I dare think about how I'm at a period in my life when pacifiers should be drying in the dish rack, I start thinking about the things I want to do before that becomes reality. No, I'm not scared (not terrified either), I don't hate kids, I just know the same facts spat out from every parent I've talked to about being parent.
This weekend I'll be helping out at a Haunted Trail. That is to say I'll be daunting torn up clothing, splattering myself with fake blood and scaring the bajeezes out of the following: selfish, text-messaging teens, drunken parents (yes, nothing like a half-lit adult around kids!), fried potheads, too-cool-for-school thugs, and of course the poor little ones that get drug along the trail kicking and screaming from the get-go. It's almost therapeutic. "Take that: guy who probably cut me off the other day! the woman who wouldn't just pay for her damn groceries! the child who just had to touch everything in Target!".
So the way I see it, if I do have children in the near future this trail might just be my outlet. Or I'll just randomly pull out a ghoul mask in the grocery store on a random day of a random month.
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