I just stumbled across some of my old marketing. I was impressed with myself. The marketing was good work. I hear that! I just said, “I do good work!”
Progress!
Left a message for one of the recruiters.
Answered 2 ads in the paper. One was a definite no. The other is a perhaps.
Emailed another developer information previously discussed on the phone .. um, in May. That’s a problem. At least I didn’t let it go completely. Now learn a lesson and keep going!
Puppy Training
Noah needs puppy training. He lives in such an electronic world that I think he just is not sure how to interact with animals. If I had my druthers, I’d take the kids, Noah specifically, out twice a week to do something with nature be it shoveling manure, catching butterflies, identifying tracks, petting at the zoo, or wrestling with dogs.
I think Molly is a good thing for him. I just hope he doesn’t get so frustrated that he pulls away from her.
Progress!
Left a message with an IT director at a company I respect. My voice shaky. My message perhaps jumbled. My self-confidence is shot.
There is a book hovering over my head called “Marketing is a Science; Selling is na Art” by Paul Smith. I wish I could make time to read it.
Let downs
My email sent to DC has not been received yet because of technical issues on their end. They will call later.
Progress!
One job opportunity answered.
I think I’ll answer 2 and then make 5 sales calls then answer 2 and make 5 sales calls…
A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…
A New Day!
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This Morning
Last night I had the pleasure of singing Amy to sleep. Granted, I was singing Kenny Roger’s “The Gambler” and somehow that seemed wrong so I finished up with Jimmy Buffett’s “Jolly Mon” which has a bit of wrongness too but then again so does every nursery rhyme we ever learned.
One of Amy’s toys started playing itself at 2am. I got her settled (she never really woke) and killed the toy. Debated staying up but my anxiety was way too high so I returned to bed to try to calm. Rose at 7am ready to take on the day!
Strategy: Use my left ear to solicit immediate income; Use my right ear to solicit stability.
As long as I can keep up two phone calls at a time all day long I might just be able to save our butts. At the same I need a clone to go to UT and get my transcripts and stop off at the Plasma Alliance to give some bloodily fluids in exchange for cash.
Amy gets so offended when her brothers lock her out of their rooms. She just knocked (louder than Noah would knock) on Tommy’s door and said, “Toumme” then whimpered when he wouldn’t answer. So cute and so sad at the same time.
Good News / Bad News
Good News! I reconciled my bank statements and my bank account in MS Money balances with my bank!
Bad News! I have reason to be scared to death.
Afternoon/Evening
I enjoyed a half hour of Guantlet with Tommy. Shoot, might even do that more often for some stress relief from time to time. Afterwards the crew piled in the car. I was torn. I wanted badly to spend time with my family. I wanted equally as badly to continue my progress on the computer. I imagined being home alone to get the work done and thought how productive it could be. I caved. My desire to spend time with the family was much stronger. That is how Sunday’s are supposed to be spent isn’t it?
We went to the pool. I managed to turn the tone of the car ride from jovial to nuclear tense in the first couple of miles of the trip. Swimming at the pool was refreshing. Then we took the inlaws dog and our puppy to a baseball field to run. They didn’t know what to do but stay near their humans and ly in the cool dirt. We did get them to play a bit and everyone was exhausted once home. I had a good time.
I cooked hamburgers, helped with the fish tank (ran out of water conditioner) and am now on the computer, mentally and physically drained, for a very long evening.
Like Superglue
Time to bond with Tommy some. Let’s see if I can still play a video game without getting motion sick.
Reminiscing – The Move to Kenner – Setting the scene
When we moved New Orleans (Kenner, LA actually) I was probably 2-3 months from turning 10 years old. We moved into a newly built house on 421 Baroni Drive. A relative short street in a neighborhood of fields that would quickly become houses built on pilings so that they didn’t sink into the ground. Mind you, we were 6 feet below sea level. Facing the house there were 3 houses to the left and 2 houses to the right. After the last house on the left there was a 4 lane road with a 1.5 car width median planted with trees and fire ants. Across the 4 lanes of Loyola Avenue was a field the size of 6-8 football fields. Turning right up Loyola and walking roughly 1/3 of a mile (half a kilometer) brings us to 30 or 40 acres of mostly 12 foot tall weeds interspersed with trees and one small area that could be called “woods” but not really qualifying as forest.
It is in these many acres that much of my emotional, physical and mental growth occurs as I learn and make choices about drugs, alcohol, sex, life, death, human nature and more.
Progress!
Wahoo! I feel my life becoming more organized! More banking reconciled in the computer.
A New Day! Let’s start the day off with a PayPa…
A New Day!
Let’s start the day off with a PayPal donation link:

This Morning
Went to bed with the wife thinking we’d have some quality time chatting and watching television then she would drift off and I’d go back to working on the computer. Wow! Woke at 7am very rested! Vivid dreams last night centered on helping others with a little bit o’ rule breaking.
I am happy to report that the dog is making better use of the paper. Wow did she ever leave a mess this morning! But it was on the papers!
Today is computer computer computer and anything the wife wants me to do.
Weakness leads to weakness
Boneheaded me left one end of the siphon in Tommy’s fish tank and tied the other end of the tube to the fish tank. I casually went to look for a book I could read while draining the rest of the tank. The siphon tube having an intelligence far greater than my own untied itself and proceeded with the work of draining the tank all over Tommy’s floor. I don’t think anything took any irrepairable damange.
The first weakness: Having intelligence and not using it.
The second weakness: I lost my temper but should not have. As hard as I tried, yelling did not make the water jump back into the tank. Apparently water doesn’t scare easily.
Fish Heads Fish Heads..
Taking a break from the computer to thoroughly clean Tommy’s fish tank. This is gross! I am surprised the fish are alive!