In the attempt to shake things up, I’m going to post whatever comes to my mind and see just how boring I can be.
My job (day job) is really boring. A big snoozer. I stare at people behind a glass wall. Loads of fun.
My feet itch right now. Don’t know why.
MS Messenger is the crappiest chat service. Well, that’s not true. I’m sure they all suck, much like the fact that cellular phone service was rated the #2 worst service industry in America. Right behind, yup, you guessed it, insurance.
The water bottle I carry around with me is getting old. All the red/white/blue coloring is coming off of it and it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in years. My water bottles take a beating, but they keep on ticking. I like my Brita bottle. Good water. Good hydration.
I think there are four things in life that are the most important things one can nurture. God, Family, Friends and Health. (Note: job is not on the list, I guess that makes me a deadbeat.) Jobs will always bounce back, you can always get another job, even if it’s flipping burgers at a fast food restaurant. And for the record, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with making your living that way. The other four, however, are the ones that provide us with the opportunities in life to show who we really are. To grow and mature our character. It is these four that set us apart from every other individual on the planet. It is these four that give meaning to our deepest sense of self. I don’t think a job can do that. You can tell me I’m wrong and you’re entitled to your opinion (you’re wrong, dagnabbit!) but I have just never grasped the mentality of putting everything into something that is as fleeting as, well, a job. Blah. But perhaps that is just me. I prefer to put all of my effort into the other four, I like the closeness of family, the camaraderie of friendship, the vitality of health and the joy of my Christian faith.
Speaking of friends, Mindcrime is getting married next week. That has the words Freak Fest written all over it. See, camaraderie, how can you pass it up?
My wife, who shall remain nameless, is garden nutty. She obsesses about her garden. Last night she dreamed that the local hotspot garden store (we have several in this area but this one is THE place to get your garden stuff – and, no, it’s not expensive really, just well stocked and the people are nice,) anyway, she dreamed the local garden store refused to let her come in. She had an anxiety attack about the freakin’ garden!?!?! My wife, she’s funny that way.
I had a dream about my work place. Dreamed all these people piled into the room and wouldn’t follow instructions or shut up or anything. They were just taking over the place. That is until I pulled out my BOOM STICK. It was a nice bloody dream. I like that.
I like traffic lights. I like traffic lights.
We now return you to our regularly schedule program…