tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54297972011-09-05T14:25:49.896-04:00Mnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1104210573672391982004-12-27T23:25:00.000-05:002004-12-28T21:09:34.783-05:00

All things must end. Not necessarily the content of this blog, but perhaps its home. I decided to go over to typepad and try their web hosting for a while. It's nice. I've been tooling around with it. See what you think.

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I spent most of this night trying to add a third column to my blog. All attempts failed miserably. I'm aggrivated at too much time up with too little results. If anyone has any advice it would be much appreciated. Even a solid template that I can re-add all my current information to would work. You'll get all the points if you can help me in this venture!

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The snow fell and fell Wednesday night into Thursday. The "white death," as the media termed it, paralyzed most travel in the region. The airport basically shut down. The state transportation department declared a Level 3 snow advisory. Basically, this meant, stay the effe off the road or when we extract you from your vehicle with the jaws of life we will then ticket your ass. The "up" side to

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1103769240626041692004-12-22T21:16:00.000-05:002004-12-22T21:38:48.236-05:00

The snow came. Precipitation still comes in the form of sleet then snow then sleet then more snow. It may not be a lot to the mountain people of Utah but the weather man predicts up to 20'' by morning. We just hit the half-way mark. I personally find the drifts and kids playing in their front yards to be endearing. All day today at work I sighed and wished I stood out there making a snowman.

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The forecast is calling for mucho snow here over the next two days. I am excited about it, much to the disappointment and bemoaning of family who view the weather as sinister and evil. They'll hunker down for the holidays. Perhaps this is wise, but my reaction tends to be go where you want to go. Just drive slow and lightly tap the breaks. In preparation for the three days off I get this

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You may not see it. You may not even feel it but know that it is there. Though I complained a bit about all of the holiday stuff I covered this year there is one tale that I truly do cherish. I didn't even write a story on it. I couldn't because the subject wished to remain anonymous. Through various contacts I was told about this woman who throughout the year does little things like

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Hmmm, a week passed since I last wrote anything here. I guess there really just has not been too much to write about lately. I'm nearing the end of the trial balloon period at work and spinning my wheels trying to "impress" the boss so she can impress her boss so I can maybe keep my job. A multitude of things happening seem to suggest I may not get to stick around past the first or second week of

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I've been in a bit of reading drought lately. I either check out a book or buy one, begin it, and then lay it down somewhere to pick it up again. Since I know a few of you are like English profs and stuff, I wondered if you may suggest some good reads. The only catch is they can't be any older than let's say 150 years. Um, Kay? And thanks in advance.

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My mother wanted to go out and see a particular movie this evening with me. I agreed to do so but forgot a very important rule of thumb: before embarking on a movie experience with one's parent(s) always know what you are getting into. Yes there are rules to what you allow your parents to see (especially with you). Though all the focus on censoring what children view (blah, blah, blah) obscures

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My holiday festive meter is approaching full, so full as a matter of fact that my eyeballs are bleeding. At least the platelets and fluid turn a festive red upon contact with air. I went shopping thrice so far for eight hour stints (two times with my mother and once by myself). I have seen every city Christmas-holiday-whatever-the-fuck you wanna call it tree lit within a two county radius (at

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Okay, I just had to share this with my friends -- today during the regular shopping I picked up William Shatner's, yea that guy from Wrath of Kahn, new album "Has Been." Fucking brilliant stuff. He did it in conjunction with Ben Folds. What a hoot. And then you realize the guy's serious with the likes of Joe Jackson, Aimee Mann, Henry Rollins, Brad Paisley, and Adrian Belew accompanying. This

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I'm lucky this year. I actually have a fair amount of cash to spend on other people. Two of those people are going to get spectacular gifts since, well, I owe it to them. The down side to this is that one of these people is having me buy presents for the other person since person A has not bought person B a gift on their own for a number of years. It actually sort of baffles me that two people

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The other day a fellow co-worker made a brilliant suggestion. After days of rain on end she thought it would be fantastic if the U.S. government assigned her an ambassador ship. I mean it's possible with all the current shake ups going on in the Bush administration right now. Perhaps she could win favor if she made lip service on some "moral" issue. Of course she realized that if that occurred

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This morning I awoke to my mother kindly saying, "Get your ass out of bed." Lovely. It put me in just the mood to jump right up rejuvenated after a whole four hours of sleep and stand at attention. Actually it was 10:30 a.m. (Though my mom informed me it was 11 a.m. -- a typical add-a-half-hour ploy she used throughout my high school days to guilt me awake and instantly motivate me.)

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My stomach rumbles in preparation. If I thought it were healthy or that it would help I would have taken a laxative. In this season of giving thanks, I am thankful for my mother's homemade dressing. She did all of the necessary prep work for it today. Stale bread has been crumbled, copious amounts of this and that added and now the doughy concoction sits to stew in some pre-nebulous mixture

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Okay, I just wanted to give a brief update. Within the past forty-eight hours I managed to slough off most the melodramatic me. How has this occurred you might ask? How the hell should I know, would be my reply. Actually a great deal of it has to do with me walking into a room and some guy I know greeting me with, "How are you doing you sick bastard?" Sometimes the straight up truth

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1101062326831288912004-11-21T13:38:00.000-05:002004-11-21T14:10:20.450-05:00

Oh Christmas Tree My mother keeps this tradition, one that she honors each year whether her children are home or not. Every year this little, pathetic tree, with its gaps and wayward branches is set up and decorated the weekend before Thanksgiving in the family room. Today I helped string the lights, wrap the garland and place the ornaments. I have not participated in this annual event

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Events today led to another change in blog titles, along with the fact that after tracking the number of hits my Web site receives I realize there were way to many hits from childhood poetry fans to continue blogging under that title with the knowledge I had. Let me precurse what I am about to write with the fact that I do not feel spastic or neurotic or resentful. I just feel embarrassed.

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I knew I said I would not do it, but I am. Yesterday I went into work to only discover in a company email that the place in which I am currently employed is being sold to a gargantuan company. Well the process is underway and should be decided soon. According to the co. all looks hopeful. This of course raises the spectre of reorganization, lay offs, and other glorious unemployment

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Lately I exercised the right to delete recent posts made to this blog. Basically, I did so because I felt as if they were chocked full of the pompous shit that usually gets me in trouble within my head. Perhaps I should clarify,my last few posts did this more so than usual. I also deleted a couple of posts that deal with work. No need to have the boss or perspective contacts read what I have to

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My man, Spider Jeruselum Here is part of a forward that a friend sent me. It's part of a larger article titled "Everything I Need to learn about Journalism I learned from Superman (And other comic books)." The others (i.e. the first three on my list) include copy from a mature funny book called "Transmetropolitan." The last is obvious. They were all picked for obvious reasons I suppose

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If a blog is a reflection of one's personality then mine reflected this tonight: I spend too much time re-tooling, tinkering and just plain wasting time on trying to "fix things" or getting them "just right." That usually results in very little getting accomplished and me suffering from lack of sleep the next day. Ain't it grand?

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For those of you that have not noticed I installed a counter on my blog. It's pretty neat. The side you don't see allows me to see who frequents my site and where some of them are coming from. I think I'm getting a lot of people stumbling across my site doing searches for the children's poem. I may need to do some tinkering so I don't tramatize some child surfing the web and instead find my

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Perhaps if I concede this election now, as a Liberal Democrat, I will find that Kerry didn't have to when I awake in the morning. Two of the big networks just conceded Ohio to Bush though. Over all no matter how votes are split or words construed, it has been a bad day for Democrats across this nation. Unfortunately my fellow countrymen are not in the mood for rational, compassionate,

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At 10:30 a.m. I went to my polling station nestled inside the local elementary school and voted. Here in Kentucky I see that vote as being mostly symoblic within the presidential election. W has been up 17 points in the polls consistantly. Within the past few weeks there has developed a slim possibility of affecting the U.S. Senate race on a macro level, with a surprisingly contested campaign

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I awoke at 12:30 this afternoon. Last night I went over to the dude's house where we (consisting of about 9 guys) played Texas Hold 'Em until 4:30 in the morning. Well, I actually played the game until 4:30 because that is when I lost all of my chips in an all-in gambit for a hearts-flush ten high. The heart I needed came up on the river. I went all "woo-hoo" do a little dance until I noticed the

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I currently sit at work blogging. I'm a little tense about it, but I ran out of other things to do. I am waiting for a story appointment. I've written others. I burned out on keeping up with the presidential race a week ago and finally gave up the ghost for at least today. For the past month I obsessivly read anything political I could get my hands on. The complete buzz surrounding the

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"Mary-Louise Parker is a babe: well at least my type of babe," I thought as I watched the first disk of Angels in America tonight. An earlier question in the evening was, "Why am I watching an HBO Films movie?" Perhaps the question was based more on why I would rent something from a cable channel that my parents pay for but I could not help myself. The actual DVD box whispered to me for weeks as

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It has been more than a couple of days since I last wrote. The job goeth foward. I really have not written too much. Well, I have, but mostly a bunch of little profiles on people running for various council positions in the area. Other than that I putz around with a story idea here and another one there. I forgot how much of a wait and see -- oops I need to call this guy back for that

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I began working for the Daily, or I should say Weekly Planet yesterday. The first order of business was driving to Cincinnati to go to big corporate based small-local-newspaper(s) regional HQ to fill out tax forms, prove citizenship, and read company policy manuals. It took all of fifteen minutes actually, monumentally shorter than the time it took to actually drive up there in morning rush hour.

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Sigh, here I am going to start a job as a reporter tomorrow and it took me until tonight that I retitled my blog "Where the Sidwalk Ends" instead of Sidewalk. Oh, one of life's little ironies.

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Just a quick jolt of news. On Monday I start work for a local newspaper. I will be handed a digital camera, note-pad, and a two story a day deadline. Also, I watched Kerry-Bush debate tonight. I really think Kerry held himself together, ironed out his criticism, and showed strength. Many of the local news stations have their little town hall meetings of undecided voters in Ohio. They all

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Today I was sitting out in the garage with my mother. She started purchasing decorations and treats for Halloween last week. Some are for school. The majority are for the house. Both my parents are compulsive holiday decorators. They are the Griswalds and beyond. In the following weeks hopefully I will have some pictures to prove this. Of course, for me this is no real revelation. No, what

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Last night for the first time in nearly three years I went to a wedding. It was not until I arrived at the chapel with my family that it dawned on me that at the last wedding I attended I was a very active participant. Well, actually I was the groom. This coming November is-was-would-have-been my and my ex-significant other's third year anniversary. I remember most of the day quite well. I was

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Friday afternoon I went down to my grandmother's house before work to spend a little time with her and my seventy-eight year old second cousin who lives with her. I banged on all doors laboriously for a good fifteen minutes with slightly foreboding thoughts growing. As I was seriously beginning to contemplate dialing 9-1-1 I saw movement at the front window. Luckily, and expectantly, both had

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After weeks of looking at my blog, with its obtrusive banner I decided a return to simplicity was needed. So, the site has returned to a simple template format (I wish I knew how to edit and create my own template) and is now additive free -- all natural. And I chose to include a bit of a sub-header that seems oh so appropriate to the constant woes I blather on about here. Speaking of which .

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Well, I really have not wrote with the frequency that I usually do of late. I cannot pinpoint why, other than I never feel I have anything to say. Life pretty much just is at the moment. I neither have my head in the clouds nor stuck up my ass. As a matter of fact, since the move back everything is pretty much mundane -- which is good. Right now I am trying to juggle between taking two menial

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Did you ever have one of those days where nothing seemed to go right? Well, mine was today. At 1:15 p.m. I arrived in the Northside of Cincy for a second interview at the political-action-community-labor activist place that I applied to last week. I parked on a city street, plinked my quarters in the meter for a good three hours and went in. The place went no-metered at five I won't go into to

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On the official Kerry/Edwards website a commentor on the blog there termed Dubba's term in office as an infection known as the "Mad Cowboy disease" upon the American people. Truly funny.

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Well, I have neglected to really post anything of late because I felt I had nothing to post. This evening, while quietly reflecting up this past near month in Kentucky I realize I have done more than I care to admit. One of my character flaws I imagine -- no matter how much I do I still feel as if I have not done enough. This usually leads to depression, lethargy, self-discrimination,

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I read others' blogs, and as they prepare to teach I languish. Well, not so much languish as much as sit looking at classifieds scratching my head wondering what to do with my life (and big echo affect to the word). I know I'm making too big a deal out of what to do as a career now that I am back home, but I don't know, I always just hated the process of deciding these things. In those little 25

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Now, what white woman would shun sharing the stage with an African American at the opening of a $80 million center commemorating the laborous and dangerous move hundreds, if not thousands, of slaves made pre-Civil war across the Ohio River into the north for freedom? What person would do this in a year when their spouse is seeking re-election? What person would do this to a person who is

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I continue to paint. I paint grid work. I paint kick plates. I paint door frames. The work is good, and yes a bit monotonous at times, but good all the same. I am outside in the sun and outside in the rain. It is a vast improvement over being inside a windowless mall store for nine to twelve hours six days a week. And this weekend? I'm going to visit my buddy Geoff. We'll go to the comic book

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Really. It was. I awoke at about 9 a.m. this morning to the sound of birds outside of my bedroom window, the sun streaming in through the blinds, and a nice breeze. This is due to the fact that it is incredibly cool here and I can sleep with my window open. Amazing. I basked for about a half an hour just feeling the sun, the wind, and listening. After that I got up, went out of my haven (the

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I am now back in Kentucky. We (and when I say we I mean the folks as well as two friends, K and F) loaded a twenty-four foot bohemoth Penske truck on Saturday. My parents (whom thought it would be keen at first to drive back with me) and I hit the road Saturday evening and drove two hours to just outside that northern OK city. I drove the Buick, my pops the Penske most of the way. On Sunday we

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Well, packing moves forward, addresses have been changed, and some folks I know want to have a little gathering before I leave Saturday. There are a few nerves, but over-all I'm still excited about the decision to leave Oklahoma and be back closer to home -- well, literally in my parents home for a few weeks. But I do have some menial work lined up while I line out exactly what I plan to do when

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This has to be one of the most organized moves I have ever made. No, I have not packed absolutely everything yet, nor have I made all the change of addresses necessary, but I'm almost there -- as a matter of fact I'm much further along than what I was the day I actually moved up here. Poor Jay sweated with me for hours packing everything into large black bags and then into a large Hertz rental

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Okay, I did something I probably should not have done. It was a bit schmarmy of me, but at my soon to be former place of employment they gave away the equipment for satellite radio. I took my share. I missed the delivery today but hope to be home early enough tomorrow to get it. I'm excited. It's over 100 stations of comercial free music, news, and sports. It has three NPR stations and Air

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I gathered boxes. I made a list of things that must be done. I reviewed my checking. My parents and I set up a moving truck. They fly out here on the seventh and decided to drive back with me to Kentucky. At 23, when I moved to Oklahoma, I expected nothing less than a ticker-tape parade before I would move home. I was going to be married, successful in something, and well-known. In other words,

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My stomache has tossed and turned over the past two days. I can only hope that I made the right decision on Saturday when I emailed my boss my two weeks notice. I know, it was considerably weasel-esque of me, but I tried to tell him face-to-face on Thursday when he was doing a store visit and could not. He gave me the "oh, take a weeks vacation to think about it," after asking me my age and

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what every woman should where on her wedding day.

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I believe my blog is mad at me. It has now gone through four incarnations (and one I can finally hope I settle on -- a mix of a cool template and the title of an original college newspaper column I wrote at WKU). And alas I forgot its birthday. Shame. Shame. Happy belated birthday you little blog you. :)

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When I was an undergraduate student, somewhere in Kentucky I was introduced to this comic book by a friend who read it from beginning to end. I read it in collections and "graphic novels." The book revolved around the demise of an incarnate of human Dreams, the Greek god, Morpheus, and then the rebirth of Dream in the form of Daniel. The book was steeped in mythology and a study of humanity's

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1090282761269699412004-07-19T20:05:00.000-04:002004-07-19T20:19:21.270-04:00

Yesterday I gathered the brain trust -- a few people I know and trust, and whom know me. I expressed my feelings and concerns. I shared my depression and upset feelings. I told them about my struggle to settle in and to let serenity come to me. I spoke about a mixed, yet growing desire, to move back closer to Cincinnati, OH in order to be with family and friends. They all seemed to concur. If I

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1089948176838382932004-07-15T22:52:00.000-04:002004-07-15T23:22:56.836-04:00

There are certain things said from certain people that I tend to dismiss. Early on in my transition from Stillwater to Enid due to my job a rather un-jovial fellow told me that when I moved to Enid the company I worked for would want to keep me there, even if it meant costing them a hard-working and valued employee -- or more likely because I was a hard-working, "valued" employee they'd adamantly

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1089729066188676992004-07-13T10:16:00.000-04:002004-07-13T10:31:06.190-04:00

I have done the only thing I can do to relieve the continuing saga that plays out in my head, where work and Enid take center stage. Well, it is the only semi-sane and least drastic action I could take. I joined a gym yesterday, finally. I ran 2 miles on the treadmill. I worked my biceps. I am modestly sore today, but not really. I do feel somewhat better. Rigorous exercise does help for a lot

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1088859265275551282004-07-03T08:32:00.000-04:002004-07-03T08:54:25.276-04:00

I find myself continuing to be discontent with my job and the move to Enid. On Thursday I went to a manager's meeting in Tulsa where I was miserable. I came home and went to work yesterday. I was still miserable. I am sad and lonely and the thought of moving back to Kentucky (maybe to Cincinnati, maybe Louisville) keeps crossing my mind. As of July 12th I will have lived in Oklahoma for five

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1088567937280261072004-06-29T23:45:00.000-04:002004-06-29T23:58:57.280-04:00

Well, it has been more than a few days since I blogged. The reasons are varied and many. For one, not much has happened in my world to write about lately. Secondly, I spent a great deal of time bitching here about this or that, attempting to balance it out with a bit of positive perspective and hope from time to time. It seems I've been in this cycle since late April or early May. After Mary and

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Not much has been going on in my world. I worked again today. I ate dinner. I went and spent time with friends. I listened to old military men discuss the benefits of military life -- and when I say benefits I literally mean benefits. Those guys get treated right by their employer, which in some ways is paradoxical since the current party in power has a history of limiting the benefits and rights

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1087526962314526542004-06-17T22:37:00.000-04:002004-06-17T22:49:22.313-04:00

I read someone's blog this evening. I saw where she discussed her day. It was structured in all of the right ways. In which coffee shop do I spend my day? What do I eat for luch, at home. Oops, i don't necessarily have to be anywhere on any day except for this one and that one. I bitch with reservation because I never liked any job I had, but I'm realizing that my current job blows. I know. I

Mnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1087145642728542652004-06-13T12:52:00.000-04:002004-06-13T12:54:02.730-04:00

I just wanted to post quickly and share this joy-of-joys: my washer and dryer are going full cycle right now. Thank goodness I don't have to spend my Sunday's in an over-crowded laundry-mat right now.

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The other day it was suggested to me that I attempt to seek out spirituality. I'd like to believe I do on a daily basis, amongst friends and fellows of which I rarely write about here. That said, T was right. Usually when I get this moody it is because I've gone on a temporary disconnect due to a vast amount of focus on me. The job has been stressful lately. I work with a 29 year old and a 30

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1086879699442108752004-06-10T10:41:00.000-04:002004-06-10T11:01:39.443-04:00

I feel as if my blog took a beating. Reading others' entries this morning I see that each of my little circle of bloggers wrote a plethora of entries while I was away either at work all day or sitting for a couple of hours each night attempting to not think about work. Where the hell has the time gone and what have I been doing with it lately? The answer has been on my mind a lot lately -- work.

Mnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1086060861233414742004-05-31T23:26:00.000-04:002004-05-31T23:34:21.233-04:00

Well, I am here -- here being Enid. The town is not as bad as I thought, but it isn't anywhere I thought I would move to. Of course I thought this when I moved to Bowling Green, KY, and then to Stillwater, OK. When am I going to move to the upper east side? (that side consisting more than walking north and east across a double lane of traffic to the house across the street) The place I've

Mnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1085065841241595512004-05-20T10:49:00.000-04:002004-05-20T11:10:41.240-04:00

I had an emotional blow out yesterday after visiting my current landlord in an attempt to break my lease. As I discussed before, I am moving. I am moving next week. I plan to be nicely situated in by next Friday in a small house with nice rooms and new carpet. The last leg of this transfer from one town to another involves dissolving my lease here in Stillwater. It is/was the last major barrier

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1084936534652728002004-05-18T22:37:00.000-04:002004-05-18T23:48:00.533-04:00

So, this afternoon I am driving home from Enid, attempting to digest the changes going on in my life and find some serenity while listening to NPRs coverage of the Middle East military scandal, Sonia Gandhi refusing the post of Prime Minister, and how far politicians believe America has come and how far it must go in terms of the Brown versus Board of Education decision. All in all, attempting to

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1084794141406864352004-05-17T07:38:00.000-04:002004-05-17T07:42:21.406-04:00

I am still waiting for the okay in order to proceed with the big move. The drive between here and Enid every day is becoming tiring. The roadways are becoming increasingly monotonous. Being up at six a chore where I now begin to hit snooze one, two, three, or four times. I also find myself in a philosophical debate -- namely, is this retail management stuff really what I am cut out for? Of

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1084414451864523102004-05-12T22:02:00.000-04:002004-05-12T22:14:11.863-04:00

So, I believe I have done it. As of today, I located and chose a house to live in. It's smallish with one bedroom and one bath. It comes equipped with a washer and dryer, small fenced yard, three window ACs, new carpet, a fresh coat of paint, and a one year lease. I am certain I'm paying too much for it (including most of the utilities). But, I like it better than any of the cookie-cutter

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1084217947038479752004-05-10T15:34:00.000-04:002004-05-10T23:00:44.720-04:00

Mine has been very good and productive in all of the sanity keeping ways. I paid my car insurance. I bought one of these. I then dropped my car off at the shop to get new breaks and an oil change. (I ended up needing new rotary discs as well). Lacy was so kind as to pick me up and drop me off at the laundry and pick me up afterward. We then had lattes with Jason at Aspen and lunch at Chili's. I

Mnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1084195050284967922004-05-10T09:16:00.000-04:002004-05-10T09:17:30.283-04:00

That's what I have before me. Two days off. One will hopefully be used to get my car fixed. Hopefully the other will be used to allow me to go to enid and find a place to live. Hopefully. I'm so in need of this.

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Oh, what a week so far. For the past four days I've been held up in Enid with the district manager. We began each day at IHOP eating pancakes and going over Manager stuff. We did bits and pieces while I ran the store and he ran the district during the day. We ended things with more studying at El Chico's around seven or eight. It's been rewarding and stressful. I've waned between excitement and

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1083467390422810462004-05-01T23:09:00.000-04:002004-05-01T23:12:59.123-04:00

I have tomorrow off. I then remain in Enid for four days of intensive training. After that, the gears get moving. I begin planning the transition to a new town. The town itself seems much like Stilly from what I saw driving around it today. The major differences being of course a lack of a major university and its replacement by an Air Force training base, the actual further downgrading of movie

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1083243899511426012004-04-29T09:04:00.000-04:002004-04-29T09:08:05.700-04:00

Well it is official. I've been told I need to move to Enid and be manager of the store there. I found myself in a position where the word "no" got stuck in my throat. So, I accepted the DMs offer with reservations. I don't know if they are born out of pride, a lack of true desire for what I am doing, or in fear of change and the responsibility. I guess I chose to say yes in order to find out, and

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1083157327758487962004-04-28T09:02:00.000-04:002004-04-28T09:05:41.920-04:00

With times being the way they are (stressful, unsure, and aggravating) I began to wonder when this would happen. Last night I had a strange and vivid dream. I awoke this morning, remembering most of it. For some reason I was back in Bowling Green, Kentucky seeking out an apartment. I (at some point) decided to move from Oklahoma back to there in order to pursue an MA in journalism and to possibly

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1083037293072423552004-04-26T23:41:00.000-04:002004-04-26T23:44:36.340-04:00

Next up on the reading list, Pulitzer Prize winning novel Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides. He's the same guy who wrote The Virgin Suicides. Looks interesting. And, at the very least, I can at least say Enid has a Walden Books. Much better than Hastings in my humble opinion. Slowly, I'm moving on up to a town with a Barnes & Noble. Perhaps by the time I am 30, which will only be two years away as

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082948161232387982004-04-25T22:56:00.000-04:002004-04-25T22:59:03.296-04:00

I spent part of my day bemoaning the fact that I would spend the rest of my week driving between here and Enid. I spent the other part trying to focus on today, my day of rest so I did not drive myself completely crazy or insane. Here are a few of the things I did while fluctuating between the two poles: 1) I awoke this morning at 8:20, showered, got dressed, and did a little prayer. I then

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082861283737682562004-04-24T22:48:00.000-04:002004-04-24T23:00:27.530-04:00

A bit ago it was suggested to me by someone that I focus on the positive qualities I have. Hmph. I am not the best person at doing that. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not the best judge of that, nor do I like to be told of my better qualities. Generally, it makes me uncomfortable. For example, at work, I've been told that I relate well to people and that I really seem to care about that old guy

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Okay, I'll stop being a self absorbed prick after this. I can not believe a person would dare do a thing, but I guess I am that guy. Anyway, here is a quote from myself: "Now I've come to revel in the acceptance of the way things are (at times chaotic, uncontrolled, and never as clearly defined as I would like)." That was written in late May of 2003 when the way of life I embarked on was

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082691334503993872004-04-22T23:35:00.000-04:002004-04-22T23:41:22.450-04:00

I was the asshole today. I was told to deliver the news to a 19 year old guy that he no longer has a job. I filed a report with the police. I realized that perhaps I overstated and underestimated Mary's position on the situation I seem to spazz out about every few weeks. All and all, it's been a bad day. I don't feel like bludgeoning myself with a stick. I don't feel overly melodramatic. I don't

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082608679657754292004-04-22T00:37:00.000-04:002004-04-22T09:58:17.420-04:00

. . . and I'm not going to take it anymore. Well, actually, I'm not as mad as hell. I'm as confused as ever. The sprawl of workplace drama continues to unfold. Today I get to order new locks for the store in which I work and I get to file a police report over a deposit that went missing in the store last week. And then there is the travel (I'm in Stillwater on Friday, Enid on Saturday, I have

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082521883766261702004-04-21T00:31:00.000-04:002004-04-21T00:34:21.216-04:00

Last night I slept in Enid, Oklahoma. More importantly I slept in a Motel 6 located next to the local strip club near the exit to Vance Airforce Base, in Enid, Oklahoma. I won't say the motel was bad. I slept in a king sized bed. I watched Kissing Jessica Stein before falling asleep. The motel was just not home. So, after working ten hours today I chose to drive back to my little apartment in

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082342395507757522004-04-18T22:39:00.000-04:002004-04-18T22:42:50.890-04:00

So, as I mentioned earlier in another entry a few weeks ago I complained about my life becoming boring. Boy, am I sorry I said that. After two visits to Kentucky in the past week and a half I pack tonight for a week in Enid, OK. Now, I thought a week away from Stillwater would be nice. Perhaps I did not qualify myself enough to the fates. I though maybe a trip to the Gulf Coast, Europe, or Canada

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1082177586277610982004-04-17T00:53:00.000-04:002004-04-17T00:55:59.420-04:00

Well, no one is ill. The weather is very nice here and I am considering repotting my plants on Sunday, as well as seeing Punisher with Jason and Clint that day. All is going very good, except for the fact that I'm stressed about work. I go to Enid for a full week starting Monday to work at the store there. It's a feather in my cap and I am happy to do it. What I am not happy about is the current

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1081970601843686602004-04-14T15:23:00.000-04:002004-04-14T15:26:12.966-04:00

Wooo. This has to have been one of the busiest few days of my life. I arrived back home from Kentucky on Monday night around 9 p.m. The flight out and back were good, uneventful experiences in which I mostly slept. And by the way, flying always makes me sleepy. I usually zonk out before the plane takes off. The visitation and the funeral were, well, like most visitations and funerals. The

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The flight back to Kentucky was befitting the situation. I worked from 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. today, ate dinner, and drove to Tulsa where I paid for the plane ticket I reserved on Thursday when I found out that my grandmother passed. The airport atmosphere was sleepy, like a shopping center at closing time with all the employees ready to go home, unfairly subjected to working late into a Saturday

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1081604906471737262004-04-10T09:48:00.000-04:002004-04-10T09:51:13.186-04:00

I'm going back to Kentucky today. My grandmother's visitation and funeral is tomorrow and Monday respectively.

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a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/lunatics/">Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

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A mere 13 hours and some such minutes from my last post and the world is slightly better in focus. I worked, worked out, and spoke with my mother. The emotional purging of this morning helped too, if only to remind me of the incepid poor-me rant I was in from about 9 p.m. on last night. It's just another example of live and learn and, please, God, don't let me do this again. Since then I came to

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I am back from a rather eventful trip for at least a few days. My one grandmother still lingers. The other is back home. I too will be going back to Kentucky shortly I am sure. My parents and family want me present for the funeral. They've offered to pay outrageous air-fair for me to do so. I think they may want me to be a pall-bearer at the funeral. Now that I am back in my little apartment

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1081083436680933282004-04-04T08:57:00.000-04:002004-04-04T09:03:26.750-04:00

I''ve been home for one full day now. Yesterday I went to visit both my grandmothers in the hospital. One is in the regular ward: one is in a hospice ward. One grandmother is recovering from a stress/possibly mild stroke induced spell. The other lies unconscious in a bed. My father has sat with her for two days now, waiting.

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1080824659631108262004-04-01T08:04:00.000-05:002004-04-01T08:15:08.356-05:00

Hmmm. . . I wonder what type of dastardly tricks will be played and which ones I may play as well. A part of me likes April Fools Day with its pranksterish nature, another part dislikes it, because there is always one fool who carries the joking too far or does it in a manevolent nature. Being me, of course, if it is done in the fashion of the "manevolent" I usually retaliate with an escalating

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In two days I go home. In two days I work 20 hours, will have travelled to Tulsa and back to Stillwater and back to Tulsa again. In two days I will be in Kentucky with my family, possibly visiting one grandmother who lies in a hospice ward right now and seeing another whose health is precarious. In two days I see my folks and my little sister, getting time with family and friends and to see those

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Even in those dark moments humor can be found. After weeks of forgetting I remembered Homestarrunner. Or more importantly I remembered Strongbad's emails. After catching up on the emails and downloading all the songs my side hurts. Perhaps Homestar Runner humor is limited to only a few, but I had to share with all so they could find out, especially for those with high speed internet. It is reason

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Who knew John Mayer could be such good Saturday afternoon music? Not me. But he is. And this is a particularly interesting Saturday afternoon. It's been very introspective with its valleys and its peace. The day in some ways reflects the past two weeks that were full of happiness and tragedy. On the upside I've gotten to know a very unique and interesting person with whom conversation is easy and

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1080188608697766352004-03-24T23:23:00.000-05:002004-03-24T23:25:59.140-05:00

Today I reached a point in my life where I realized I need a break. I finally, fully understand why unions waged a communal effort to force employers to give employees paid vacations. After working nine and one half hours (three spent in a district manager's meeting, and one and a half working past my schedule, not to mention looking at nine days of working straight) I semi-snapped. Other news,

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Well today marks 18 days since I met Mary. Eighteen days of not scaring her off. It is amazing and I think our conversations have done much to improve Pan-North American relations. She remains funny and entertaining with an uncanny ability to predict what I will say next in chats. And the chats, at times two to three hour marathon discussions of music, films, and the little musings about our days

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Well, I am wrapping up my one day off. I work each day for the next nine. I do not look forward to this. Of course, I would rather be working than face the alternative -- going home on a short notice for a funeral. My grandmother is stabilized from what news I can gather. Her incident on Friday was a major stroke. She is paralyzed on the left side of her body, with some feeling in her left leg.

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Well, the speaking engagement is over with. I stood in front a large room of people for nearly an hour. I don't feel as if I sent the best message I possibly could. In between the drive to Ponca City, the place where I spoke and Stillwater, the place I was journeying form I received another call from my mother. Doctor's were preparing to do an MRI on my grandmother. Though no official diagnosis

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1079739027217078462004-03-19T18:30:00.000-05:002004-03-19T18:34:24.763-05:00

Okay, Ms. Cleo has put herself up on the block for public scrutiny in the last blog comments section. All part of my evil plan to prove to the rest of the world that she is a real person, not some figment of the imagination I've drawn up during those long evenings after work. I am also thoroughly convinced that she is not a three hundred pound man named Bubba who actually lives in the backwoods

Mnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429797.post-1079638610410840772004-03-19T08:50:00.000-05:002004-03-19T08:53:44.936-05:00

So, the typical went on in my world the past couple of days. I worked. Blah. I worked out. Not so blah. I basked in the 81 degrees (27.2 degrees Celsius) the great state of Oklahoma experienced over the past few days. Woo-hoo. I also continue to chat with Mary. I learned a lot about her. For one, we continue to think quite similarly on a lot of things. In a contest to test differences we both

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