Am I the only person that hates elevators? I think that they might be designed as a type of torture devise. I work on the thirteenth floor of the second largest building in New Orleans, this roughly translates in to riding in a elevator at least twice a day. Standing there with a group of people refusing to talk to each other, or look at each other, unless of course you get stuck in the elevator with that one creepy guy. You know the one I'm talking about, the guy with no understanding of personal space who will intentionally turn away from the door and stare at you, breath mint close, creepy. Or you could just get stuck with one person, both of you appraising the other and wondering if you are being judged. Then there is always the standing rule about getting off of your cell phone when you step in to an elevator that always makes me wonder, who comes up with these rules? Is there a book somewhere I should know about? It also makes me want to start really screwing with people, you know take a step closer to them with every floor that passes and when we are breath mint close say 'Hello.' You know, something like that. Give a knew definition to reaching out and touching someone. Poke them and say 'Tag you're it!' It only makes sense that if we are going to uncomfortable we might as well have a reason. My new goal...make the day a little stranger for the people in the elevator with me. Oh, and let's not even approach the subject of passing gas in the elevator.
I had a strange dream the other night about an old friend of mine that fell by the way side over the years. We had issues, things that just build up over time left unmentioned due to the others insecurities. Things that with time are just unacceptable to the other person about their friends character. In short it was what happens when you are unable to tell your friend that they are acting like a jackass because they take themselves too seriously. It is a shame too because no matter what I will always love her crazy ass, despite the bitterness. Still, I had this dream the other night that she and her husband were going through a horrible divorce and she was upset and needed help. When I woke up I was disturbed and wanted to call her to make sure she was alright. It was in that moment that I realized that despite our falling out I missed her. Sure there have been times where I would hear things or see things that brought up her memory and know she was happy or upset by them, but it was different. For example the Oscars tonight being hosted by Jon Stewart will have her on cloud nine, or the fact that there has been a clothing line based off of David Bowie might actually convince her to go shopping. These thoughts aside the other day was the first time that I actually felt concern for her well being, or her husbands, in a few years. After coming to terms with this renewed, or just re-realized emotions, I do hope they are alright where ever they are. I hope they are healthy, happy, and I hope they are better now then when we parted ways. I guess given enough time even my bitterness can begin to fade.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Music From the 90's
Let's see... a little update since it has been so horribly long since I posted. The Sig and I went on vacation at the end of December beginning of January which was nice but would have been nicer if I hadn't been so ill. Why was I ill? Because my gallbladder went bad. This is the short of things led to surgery on the Thursday before last. Obviously I am doing much better.
I was going through my closet the other day (apparently I do things like that when recovery from surgery, I don't know why I just do them) and I turned on one of the satellite radio stations that I probably do not use as much as I should. I found a 90's station and changed it approprietly to the music I listened to in highschool and still enjoy a great deal. I expected Nirvana, Pearl Jam, STP, Smashing Pumpkins, and all of the other great bands that started the grunge movement that defines my generation. I was shocked to get on Foo Fighters song and nothing else but a bunch of songs that conjured up many forgotten memories of my changing the radio station in my car cursing at the gods of music for allowing "Hit me Baby one More Time" to find its way to my ears. I was amazed at how many crappy songs rolled across before I finally changed the channel. It was the Spice Girls "If You Want to Be My Lover" that finally broke the camels back (thinking about that I'm comparing myself to a camel and I don't think I like it) that was the last straw (that's better)the sassy british vocals brought with it a memory of driving with my old highscool chum aptly tilted 'Little Gay David' in a VW Beattle and he singing that song as loud as he could while tearing up the California highways. I must have been pretty loaded at the time since I am pretty sure I was singing it too. By the way has anyone else ever realized that they were behaving far more zesty than they normally would while with a smaller peppy-er person? Anyway, I digress, so there I am sitting on my bed holding a shirt having a very vivid flashback of my youth that probably could have remained a memory long buried only to reappear in regression sessions of therapy that will probably be brought on at my 45th birthday when I fully intend to have a mental breakdown at the realization that my youth has passed me by. Until then I will just stay away from the spice girls and 90's music stations.
On a similar note, I ran down the street the other day to buy a smoothie. I suppose it was my own fault for going around 3:30, but given I never really think about school hours since like most dregs I'm normally at work. Anyway I find myself waiting for my smoothie surrounded by teenagers, as any adult knows this is generally an annoyance, and as any teenager knows they are rebelling against the man which all adults symbolize and since they had the numbers the adults were the true annoyance and unwanted invaders of their space. As I climbed into the Honda the Sig turned to me and said "Do you realize there were kids in there that can drive that were born in the 90's?" It would have almost have been as commical if the Sig had said "Hey look over there!" and punched me in the face. So in return I turned to the Sig and said "Do you realize our child is growing up in a world where Kurt Cobain is dead?" I probably shouldn't have said that, I didn't like the way he went all white in the face. Ah well, the world keeps turning.
I was going through my closet the other day (apparently I do things like that when recovery from surgery, I don't know why I just do them) and I turned on one of the satellite radio stations that I probably do not use as much as I should. I found a 90's station and changed it approprietly to the music I listened to in highschool and still enjoy a great deal. I expected Nirvana, Pearl Jam, STP, Smashing Pumpkins, and all of the other great bands that started the grunge movement that defines my generation. I was shocked to get on Foo Fighters song and nothing else but a bunch of songs that conjured up many forgotten memories of my changing the radio station in my car cursing at the gods of music for allowing "Hit me Baby one More Time" to find its way to my ears. I was amazed at how many crappy songs rolled across before I finally changed the channel. It was the Spice Girls "If You Want to Be My Lover" that finally broke the camels back (thinking about that I'm comparing myself to a camel and I don't think I like it) that was the last straw (that's better)the sassy british vocals brought with it a memory of driving with my old highscool chum aptly tilted 'Little Gay David' in a VW Beattle and he singing that song as loud as he could while tearing up the California highways. I must have been pretty loaded at the time since I am pretty sure I was singing it too. By the way has anyone else ever realized that they were behaving far more zesty than they normally would while with a smaller peppy-er person? Anyway, I digress, so there I am sitting on my bed holding a shirt having a very vivid flashback of my youth that probably could have remained a memory long buried only to reappear in regression sessions of therapy that will probably be brought on at my 45th birthday when I fully intend to have a mental breakdown at the realization that my youth has passed me by. Until then I will just stay away from the spice girls and 90's music stations.
On a similar note, I ran down the street the other day to buy a smoothie. I suppose it was my own fault for going around 3:30, but given I never really think about school hours since like most dregs I'm normally at work. Anyway I find myself waiting for my smoothie surrounded by teenagers, as any adult knows this is generally an annoyance, and as any teenager knows they are rebelling against the man which all adults symbolize and since they had the numbers the adults were the true annoyance and unwanted invaders of their space. As I climbed into the Honda the Sig turned to me and said "Do you realize there were kids in there that can drive that were born in the 90's?" It would have almost have been as commical if the Sig had said "Hey look over there!" and punched me in the face. So in return I turned to the Sig and said "Do you realize our child is growing up in a world where Kurt Cobain is dead?" I probably shouldn't have said that, I didn't like the way he went all white in the face. Ah well, the world keeps turning.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
X-Mas & Man Covers
It's that time of year again, and I have opened the polls to see how long the neighbors will keep Santa inflated this year. Considering I live in a completely different state it may be a vast difference in decoration longevity rules around here. But I doubt it. So I am calling April for the month that Santa finally comes down. You all let me know how the rest goes.
I heard that the Oscar's are going to be affected by the writer's strike, and I laughed. That's right I laughed. I look forward to watching the Oscar Ceremony this year with out writers, I think it will be terribly interesting.
I was driving across the Causeway bridge the other day, and I noticed man hole covers, and I was forced to think 'Why?' (For those of you that have no idea what I am referring to, the Causeway is the longest bridge in the world. And it is pretty darn cool.) Anyhow, so there I am cruising along at 70 when I notice a man hole cover, and at first I think, well obviously they are there so maintenance can be performed on the bridge, but then I noticed all of the special ladders built in for this purpose. So I started thinking, why have them? Why have them all over the bridge? Is there something special down there? Hmm, maybe that is the door to Neverworld. Fitting it would be in Louisiana.
I heard that the Oscar's are going to be affected by the writer's strike, and I laughed. That's right I laughed. I look forward to watching the Oscar Ceremony this year with out writers, I think it will be terribly interesting.
I was driving across the Causeway bridge the other day, and I noticed man hole covers, and I was forced to think 'Why?' (For those of you that have no idea what I am referring to, the Causeway is the longest bridge in the world. And it is pretty darn cool.) Anyhow, so there I am cruising along at 70 when I notice a man hole cover, and at first I think, well obviously they are there so maintenance can be performed on the bridge, but then I noticed all of the special ladders built in for this purpose. So I started thinking, why have them? Why have them all over the bridge? Is there something special down there? Hmm, maybe that is the door to Neverworld. Fitting it would be in Louisiana.
Sunday, November 4, 2007
This Space Reserved
I am not sure if Walgreen's all over the country or just the ones near me have started doing this but I am very amused. There are now signs up at Walgreen's above the two nearest parking spaces (aside from the handicapped) next to the doors that say 'Reserved for expecting mothers only'. I am guessing that this is because when you become pregnant you lose the use of your legs. Or it could possibly be because of the many times that we have all heard women scream "My water broke, quick take me to Walgreen's!", that would definitely explain it. What ever the oh-so-obvious reasoning might be behind this parking transformation it leads to the possibility of a great 'breaking the news' kind of scenario. Ladies, if you have a sense of humor and you are pregnant I strongly encourage you to make use of these parking spots as a way to break the pregnancy news to someone...anyone. Because in my mind that must be what the true purpose behind them really is.
My hiatus last month was brought to us by the Little Man's birthday, visiting family, and MySpace.
I am a coffee fool, anyone that knows me knows that as a fact. More so though, I am a coffee snob I order my whole bean and have it vacuum sealed and shipped to me. No problem there, I drink some awesome coffee ordered through a great vendor. My problem has been in trying to find espresso that lives up to my coffee. I am open to suggestions.
My hiatus last month was brought to us by the Little Man's birthday, visiting family, and MySpace.
I am a coffee fool, anyone that knows me knows that as a fact. More so though, I am a coffee snob I order my whole bean and have it vacuum sealed and shipped to me. No problem there, I drink some awesome coffee ordered through a great vendor. My problem has been in trying to find espresso that lives up to my coffee. I am open to suggestions.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Hallow's Eve in the Crescent City
Anyone who has ever spent any time in New Orleans will tell you that it is a world unto itself. Most places of great size have defining trade marks and cultures that make them cities unlike any other, but at least when you're there everything still has the familiar quality that ties it in to the rest of the country we know so well. New Orleans lacks that familiarity. Everything is different down here folks. Strange and beautiful with a strong undertone of tragedy and a high over tone of showman ship. new Orleans is a city that has seen disaster after disaster, and unfortunately I believe that some part of it is just waiting for the next great moment of sorrow, something else that will work it's way in to the amazing tapestry that is the city's history. Now, with that said, can you imagine the city at Halloween? Ah, the Garden District transforms in to a layer of spider webs and ghouls and everything takes on this aire of anticipation. I love it. Not to mention Magazine Street has some pretty awesome costume shops on it!
It has been a long week but good on my end. I survive well in the corporate world and it is at the end of a week like this when I can remember that.
This post is terribly short because I find it necessary to run out the door and live. The little man's birthday is right around the corner and I must go get scary party supplies for a Halloween themed party. That's my boy, loves Halloween as much as The Sig and I do. but then again I'm not sure what I should expect from someone who is turning five. Although I must say if that kid decides to change the design of his cake one more time I'm going to scream!
It has been a long week but good on my end. I survive well in the corporate world and it is at the end of a week like this when I can remember that.
This post is terribly short because I find it necessary to run out the door and live. The little man's birthday is right around the corner and I must go get scary party supplies for a Halloween themed party. That's my boy, loves Halloween as much as The Sig and I do. but then again I'm not sure what I should expect from someone who is turning five. Although I must say if that kid decides to change the design of his cake one more time I'm going to scream!
Sunday, October 7, 2007
It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like...
I know my absence has been long and painful, but fear not I have not been eaten by an alligator nor have I been dragged in to the murky Louisiana swamps by a swamp monster. No I have just been dealing with ridiculous Charter Cable and their absolute refusal to follow up on a order that I have had in for cable Internet. They failed to show up for installation so many times they blocked my phone number...seriously. And now that I am back in the world of the technologically normal I can once again delight you with my observances of the utter ridiculous.
Let's start with the fact that I walked in to the dreaded Walmart in the middle of September to find the employees hanging Christmas decorations. I also found this phenomenon in Walgreens. You need a good laugh, just walk in to one of the Wal-stores and check out the giant inflatable Santa hanging out next to the inflatable skeleton on a Harley. Consumer marketing at it's most amusing folks. Although as a parent of a small one this kind of tweeks me the wrong way. Does anyone else have any idea how annoying it is to hear the words "Oh look, Santa! I wonder what he'll bring me this year because I've been so good! Do you think we can buy a pumpkin to carve yet?" Just one more reminder about how much money I spend every year around the holiday seasons. Way to start giving me a minor stroke in September Wal-stores!
On to other fronts, it looks like I'm headed out to California for a visit next month. (If everything goes right with my flight) So Californians... and you know who you are... rejoice, I give up.
Living in Louisiana, for those of you who have wondered about our move, has been pretty great. There's really nothing like working in the Central Business District in New Orleans. I often lunch on Magazine in the Garden District, or walk to the French Quarter for some exercise. Good times. But we don't live in the city, and that is wonderful to me. We live in a nice house that seems to be a refuge to tree frogs. Considering how much our family likes frogs we are all doing just fine with this arrangement. The only thing that slightly bothers me is that our house is haunted, but then again we are in the creepiest state in the U.S. so I really don't know why I expected any less.
And since so much has happened in the news since I last spoke out I doubt that I will say much. I must comment on one thing though, and that's Brittney Spears.
For those of you that do not understand or know about my intense fascination with Brittney lets just say that I have always felt like someone sitting at a train station waiting and watching for that moment a switch was accidentally missed and the train derailed in to a fire ball of chaos. Little did I know that at Spears station more trains would keep being sent in to prevent the passengers from being late. I almost called the only other person I know is enjoying this fiasco as much as I am to say "Oh my God, K-Fed got the kids!!!" Brittney, thanks for keeping us entertained.
Let's start with the fact that I walked in to the dreaded Walmart in the middle of September to find the employees hanging Christmas decorations. I also found this phenomenon in Walgreens. You need a good laugh, just walk in to one of the Wal-stores and check out the giant inflatable Santa hanging out next to the inflatable skeleton on a Harley. Consumer marketing at it's most amusing folks. Although as a parent of a small one this kind of tweeks me the wrong way. Does anyone else have any idea how annoying it is to hear the words "Oh look, Santa! I wonder what he'll bring me this year because I've been so good! Do you think we can buy a pumpkin to carve yet?" Just one more reminder about how much money I spend every year around the holiday seasons. Way to start giving me a minor stroke in September Wal-stores!
On to other fronts, it looks like I'm headed out to California for a visit next month. (If everything goes right with my flight) So Californians... and you know who you are... rejoice, I give up.
Living in Louisiana, for those of you who have wondered about our move, has been pretty great. There's really nothing like working in the Central Business District in New Orleans. I often lunch on Magazine in the Garden District, or walk to the French Quarter for some exercise. Good times. But we don't live in the city, and that is wonderful to me. We live in a nice house that seems to be a refuge to tree frogs. Considering how much our family likes frogs we are all doing just fine with this arrangement. The only thing that slightly bothers me is that our house is haunted, but then again we are in the creepiest state in the U.S. so I really don't know why I expected any less.
And since so much has happened in the news since I last spoke out I doubt that I will say much. I must comment on one thing though, and that's Brittney Spears.
For those of you that do not understand or know about my intense fascination with Brittney lets just say that I have always felt like someone sitting at a train station waiting and watching for that moment a switch was accidentally missed and the train derailed in to a fire ball of chaos. Little did I know that at Spears station more trains would keep being sent in to prevent the passengers from being late. I almost called the only other person I know is enjoying this fiasco as much as I am to say "Oh my God, K-Fed got the kids!!!" Brittney, thanks for keeping us entertained.
Friday, April 27, 2007
It's Hard To Say Good-Bye
I leave tomorrow, and today has been a very emotional day for me. I had to post something, so this is it.
I will post again on the other side of a very long move.
I will post again on the other side of a very long move.
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