It's all good....

Here I sit, alone on a Friday night in January.  The kids are asleep and Jessi is at the Hospital sitting with Dad.  I am enjoying a cold glass of Coke and some Doors tunes...catching up with a couple of my good good friends on Facebook....being reminded ever so gently that it is the simple pleasures in life that get one through the darkest of times.  I am blessed.  Have a good, good night...

The voices in my head!

I've got this song stuck in my head on endless loop.  This has been going on and on for days now, and as I have found over the years, the only thing that can "cure" such a thing is listening to the song...WHICH, oddly enough, is what usually starts the problem in the first place.

I shall not complain much, though, because after all, "....Travelling twice the speed of sound, it's easy to get burned." 

Monday morning epiphany

Awake!  Cease from your slumber
Arise you minions of merciless maddening mayhem
The day is coming.  No, the day is here.
The day is slipping away  Now it is gone.
So much I have learned.  So far I have come.
So much for what I will or will not become.
Starlight...Divine.  Intertwined.  Intervene.
Switch it off and go outside.  You'll see what I mean.

First Sunday of 2011

Here's to 51 more of these suckers until the end of the world in 2012! 

HNY

Wishing everyone everywhere a blessed, happy, fulfilling, joyous and rewarding 2011.  OH....and 2010, you can suck it.   = )

3-Day Weekend

One of the few things that gets a fella through the drudgery of another monotonous work-week is the abject glee associated with a 3-day weekend.  This week was no different, with one exception.   A co-worker decided to educate me on Tuesday by stating, "You know, the good news is we have a paid 3-day weekend this week.....bad news is....we won't have another one for 5 more months!"

GEE...thanks Don.  = )  HAPPY HOLIDAYS ANYWAY!

Christmas Time is here

I always used to think of this day in terms of what I got. And the time leading up to this day was just a series of 24 hour periods of time that were designed specifically to make a kid go absolutely street rat crazy in anticipation of all the bounty that awaited him on this day.

Isn't it funny how age changes not only ones body, but also one's mind.

As I sit here on Christmas day, the wife is in the shower, the youngest is on the living room floor playing with a toy drill that he got for christmas, I am reminded that no matter how old you become, you still "get" at Christmas. I get to see the joy in my Childrens' eyes as they open presents to find something that they asked Santa for and tried SO desperetely to be "good" to recieve. Such open emotion. I am so grateful for them. My 2 gifts. They give me so much. Merry Christmas.