I really have to god damned quit with this fucking cursing.
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
I volunteered for what?!
Oh, the hazards of saying, "yes." (This is actually going to be fun but the scope is far greater than I’d imagined)
Failing to sleep
The worse part of insomnia is the constant nattering between your inner voices…one continuously going over the list of things you could be doing…the other telling you that in five more minutes you’ll fall asleep. Insomnia would be so much better in silence!
Quite possibly done
I don’t know if I have any fight in me left.
Soul for sale
Soul for sale: six figures, quality insurance, and a relocation package…the higher the number the greater amount of soul you can have. Want 12-14 hour work days, 7 days a week? Just name the correct figure. Vacation package? Nice but not necessary.
The antialarm
It is impossible to get out of bed when two cats are sleeping on you.
Of Parenting
While raising boys is easier than girls, once the boys hit their midteens, starting your day without uttering the word "morons" becomes difficult. –Red
Of Being Dad
I grow tired of trying to get the children to "use an inside voice." So, I have decided to simply put on my headphones and play the music loud enough to deafen myself.
Family
"Family" is Latin for "never enough bathrooms."
Back on the health kick
Today I took time to eat breakfast despite the overwhelming desire to rush out the door and just grab some food on the way. I also took time to make my lunch. While this encourages me eating at my desk, it is healthier, mentally more relaxing than fighting traffic and deciding where to eat, and saves money. Hopefully I can make this a trend.
Update: In a moment of weakness, I got some junk food. I opened the package and immediately thought, "that smells disgusting…let’s put it in my mouth." Then I threw it away.
On parenting
If you are not a parent, you probably have never said, "I’m going to kill a child!" If you are a parent, you say this with regularity.
Well
Fug me.
Just say yes
The morning thus far
Cleaned dog poo from the living room floor.
Unclogged bathroom drain.
The last year of single digits in our house!
Nine years ago, I held a blank journal in my hands and promised the gooey alien freshly spat from wife’s vagina that I would write a letter to him every day. Today the alien can read but fortunately is far more interested in watching Youtube videos of people playing Minecraft narrated by fowl mouthed f-bomb dropping cynics than seeking out my digital drivel. While the dusty journal remains devoid of entries, fear not son, I have left a virtual trail of embarrassing photographs, stories and videos to provide you and your future therapist countless hours of recurring couch sessions. Happy Birthday! You mean the world to me! (and please quit cursing behind our backs)
[Dear reader, They grow up fast. Set the excuses aside and spend time with them lest you role play a Harry Chapin ballad. And the ‘cursing behind our backs’ was a joke.]
