Tag: Everyone

How I met your mother…

Before you finish that thought. Yes…off the top of my head…this could have been a great big “your mama” joke.

But it isn’t…well…not exactly.

Because how I met your mother is irrelevant. I’m talking about the tv show. You see…I watched that tv show for the first time tonight and realized something.
I realized that for the past few years, I have been alluded to so many times about this tv show that it’s almost comical.

…and I never knew.

But see now I’ve seen the show. And I am continuing to watch, because I now know WHY so many people have said the oddest things to me. I’ll know why one of my best friends duct-taped two 40oz Mickeys to my hands at the beginning of my birthday party last year.

It’s all become sooooo clear. And now I have to watch all these episodes so that I will actually know what you all know about me.

You my friends are evil, but I love the hell out of you all.

Have a great night everyone!

-T




Sometimes death likes to dance…

So as it happens, I suppose for a while there I got a respite. But Ol’ Grim…he’s never far away…

The problem with loving so many people is the pain felt in losing them. You might hear about my numerous encounters with Ol’ Grim (click here for the renditions, aka Dancing with Death). Unfortunately, as with everyone, if you live long enough and meet enough people, you inevitably get to meet him. Ol’ Grim came to visit tonight, but he didn’t stop for conversation, he just left me a note.

“The docs are giving me 2 years.”

Trust me, even if you hate my guts and wouldn’t waste the dung off your heel on my grave and you’re reading this solely so that you can justify hating reading this even more, you don’t want to ever hear this…

For me it wasn’t the first time. As I mentioned above, the awesome part in meeting so many people is in enjoying having them around and knowing that you’re looking forward to spending more quality time with them at some point in the future.

“The docs are giving me 2 years.”

Don’t get me wrong, my candor might be light, but if you know me, this is like pressing the BAD button for me. I don’t expect it’s much different for anyone else, but since this is my little patch of the internet, I am going to ignore anyone is actually reading this and just vent a bit. I’ve seen more friends pass than most soldiers have to see in battle. I’ve held the hand of the dying so many times it’s become a damn blur. Up until now, I’ve learned that this part of the experience is the same, but it’s also taught me that how people deal with it progressively is an entirely different matter.

I’ve learned how to keep from freaking out. I’ve learned that acceptance is everything and it takes fucking time, but it NEVER (and believe it or not I feel very lucky for this) diminishes the pain.

Today, I am going to spend the day with an old friend, and ignore the hell out of everyone else. Because for once I get to have fun and make the best of it before that day comes instead of regretting the days I missed.

Ciao.

-T




Love, Friends, Inspiration, and Tact – The Morning

Sometimes it’s a roller coaster day.
This a was a little streaming thought. Some insight into about 1% of the ramblings I endure in the morning. 😉 Enjoy…

Starting off with a groggy half asleep run, I realize the diet is truly working. I am going nuts brainstorming on how the hell I am ever going to get away from relying on a computer to make a living. I am looking not only for a way out for myself, but for my friends. I have some HUGE ideas regarding education reform, but that inspiration is so clean that I would never forgive myself for trying to actually profit from restructuring an education system, and all the powermongers currently making the decisions -they’d likely pay to have me 86’ed. I compare and contract regimens that work…and all of a sudden I come to the realization that if it weren’t for the bureaucracy and silliness inherent in our own federal and state education policy…our children could be sporting a graduate level education at age 20. What does this give us? A workforce saturated with doctors, thinkers, artisans, and ideas…a population entering the working world with vision and education.

…and then my groggy half asleep morning wake up is finished. I am angry that despite preaching the best of intentions, government fails miserably at finding a solution that will kick the problem. I’ve finished my shower and gotten dressed.

…on my way out to my car, I come to the understanding that we have some seriously untapped resources to use. Everyone in prison needs to be working, not working out. I could take ten inmates and build houses for a fraction of the cost of labor…*cough* far far cheaper than employing someone illegally *cough*.

…I am driving away from my complex and of course have to stop along side the same spot every morning…right next to the horde of abortion protesters…every morning. This morning I’ve figured something out…the protesters need to provide a SOLUTION to this problem, not scare the bejesus out of the kids. A suggestion for the solution? Easy, move to a place where people aren’t given freedom of choice to live their own lives and make their own decisions…I proceed to tell them what they should be doing. This is apparently something they don’t like and the car gets rushed. They don’t realize a police officer is watching and the whole lot of them get arrested for trespassing, unlawful demonstration, and public disturbance….gee…I never thought that might happen [evil grin #234].

…and I get to work – don’t even get me started on that.