My diswasher - Every time I load it. I am still amazed that there is someone in this world that agrees with me on how to do it properly. I just assumed that it was naturally one of those things that people always disagree on...
The aforementioned stack o' books - Many of them purchased based on recommendations, or products of expanded interest based on suggestions. I think the pile grows faster than it shrinks...
iPhone charging cord - a stretch, I know. I actually wish it would; they are just too short. Reminds me of the countless hours spent lying on the floor to be near the electrical outlet before discovering the neat-o invention of the extension cord...
My shampoo bottle - brings me back to the insatiable urge to groom. Well, I suppose it could be satisfied, but not currently, without busting through at least a few moral barriers. Sigh... washing my own hair is so boring...
My Camelback bottle - The no longer re-diculously tiny version. It has been since upgraded to the larger version. No over-compensation here- it is the medium sized one- not the uber-huge-fits-in-no-cup-holder-ever-made version...
Little blue cube - There it sits. Taunting me. "Open me" it says. "No" says I. Not until Christmas. Will the day EVER arrive? Maybe I'll open it on Christmas eve. Funny, this torture is completely self-induced...
Darth Tater - I totally caved. Picked up the Spud-Trooper for a friend. Darth is now the guardian of my desk at work. I am tempted (read: it will most likely occur) to go back and acquire the entire collection including Artoo-Potatoo...
My knee - as I sit typing this, my chin rests squarely atop my right knee, arms wrapped around my leg in a pseudo-hugging fashion. At no other time does my body feel the urge to contort itself into this position...
Desktop icon - there is a random thumbnail pic of some flowers sitting in a hotel room that was, what seems like eons ago, saved to my desktop. It is still there, every time I log on or minimize the window I'm working in. Hmmm, they could probably stand a replacement soon...
The rain - especially when it is quiet, like it is now, and raining. I can hear the drops hitting the ground outside, providing a soothing backdrop for lingering thoughts as I head off to dream of a day when I won't have to dream...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
It's become apparent to me that it's about time
So, I've decided that it's time to retire. I'm not referring to bed, though it is surely that time as well, since 'me' time comes only after the children are tucked away, sleeping soundly, but to the more commonly used definition of the term. I am ready to retire from my job. There is a laundry list of reasons why, but I'll focus just on the one that is driving the madness today.
Most would think, "Ah, he wants to retire, so that he can lazy around, doing nothing all day." Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm the type who likes to feel productive, so lazy-ing around the house, making a personalized dent in the sofa cushion would not be me at all. Therein lies the problem. My job gets in the way of my productivity. Seems backward don't it? You see, there's a TON of things I'd rather be doing than sitting in my cube, feeling ineffectual, scratch that- BEING ineffectual. I'd love to be able to spend more time with my kids. I love to be able to finish(or start) some projects around the house. I'd love to have some more time to actually further my skill at the guitar that sits in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust. I'd love to have time to finish reading some of the stacks of books I have waiting for me. I'd love more time to go to the gym, go for a run, work in the yard, wash my car, cook an actual meal, paint a room, do some laundry, nurture my social life, work on graduate studies, study my bible, etc., ad infinitum... But I don't.
There seems to be only two solutions to the seemingly simple problem: quit my job, or quit sleeping. Both take up equal portions of my day, but one is a necessity. Well, I suppose depending on how you look at it, both could be construed as necessary, but for different reasons. I suppose you need a job, unless you wanna be a bum(or hobo? I'm not sure of the PC term...) which I don't know if I'm totally averse to. I'd have plenty of time on my hands to do the things I enjoy, but no ends with which to accomplish them. On the other hand, if I were to give up sleep, there is no end to the problems that I would cause for myself. Well, I suppose there would be a physical end- I would die an early, pointless death due to sleep depravation either by physically not being able to survive, or more likely, stumbling out in front of a bus (or similar ridiculous circumstance) due to the inability to function in society. So, not sleeping is definitely out. Not ready to die yet.
So, the only reasonable explanation left is that I must quit my job. Now, to figure out that pesky monetary issue... Hmmm. Maybe I should just stop trying to do so much. Or budget my time a little better. Set some priorities and chip away at the rest as time allows. Those ideas seem a little less extreme and actually plausible. Whatever- I'll think about it. Makes too much sense to be given any real consideration. I do know this. It IS time to retire- to my bed- the effects of sleep depravation are more than I'm willing to suffer at this point, unless it's for a good cause-- there are certain things I would always trade for sleep...
Most would think, "Ah, he wants to retire, so that he can lazy around, doing nothing all day." Nothing could be further from the truth. I'm the type who likes to feel productive, so lazy-ing around the house, making a personalized dent in the sofa cushion would not be me at all. Therein lies the problem. My job gets in the way of my productivity. Seems backward don't it? You see, there's a TON of things I'd rather be doing than sitting in my cube, feeling ineffectual, scratch that- BEING ineffectual. I'd love to be able to spend more time with my kids. I love to be able to finish(or start) some projects around the house. I'd love to have some more time to actually further my skill at the guitar that sits in the corner of my bedroom collecting dust. I'd love to have time to finish reading some of the stacks of books I have waiting for me. I'd love more time to go to the gym, go for a run, work in the yard, wash my car, cook an actual meal, paint a room, do some laundry, nurture my social life, work on graduate studies, study my bible, etc., ad infinitum... But I don't.
There seems to be only two solutions to the seemingly simple problem: quit my job, or quit sleeping. Both take up equal portions of my day, but one is a necessity. Well, I suppose depending on how you look at it, both could be construed as necessary, but for different reasons. I suppose you need a job, unless you wanna be a bum(or hobo? I'm not sure of the PC term...) which I don't know if I'm totally averse to. I'd have plenty of time on my hands to do the things I enjoy, but no ends with which to accomplish them. On the other hand, if I were to give up sleep, there is no end to the problems that I would cause for myself. Well, I suppose there would be a physical end- I would die an early, pointless death due to sleep depravation either by physically not being able to survive, or more likely, stumbling out in front of a bus (or similar ridiculous circumstance) due to the inability to function in society. So, not sleeping is definitely out. Not ready to die yet.
So, the only reasonable explanation left is that I must quit my job. Now, to figure out that pesky monetary issue... Hmmm. Maybe I should just stop trying to do so much. Or budget my time a little better. Set some priorities and chip away at the rest as time allows. Those ideas seem a little less extreme and actually plausible. Whatever- I'll think about it. Makes too much sense to be given any real consideration. I do know this. It IS time to retire- to my bed- the effects of sleep depravation are more than I'm willing to suffer at this point, unless it's for a good cause-- there are certain things I would always trade for sleep...
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Hmmm... that reminds me...
The Geico Cavemen - You know, the ad where they're bowling. Kinda makes me smile and frown at the same time, if that's possible- 'least that's how it feels on the inside- no tellin' what my face is actually doing...
Mr. Potato Head - The Star Wars version. Was walking through Toys'R'Us and saw him in the white knight get up. They had an R2 and a Darth Tater as well. Took a lot of willpower to leave him there...
My iPod - Basically every song in it. Sometimes I think it can read my thoughts, but I think it may be a little biased based on user preference...
Lubriderm Lotion - When applied to my dried-and-cracking from the winter-cold knuckles. Funny thing, if I would just apply it before-hand, I wouldn't have the problem in the first place...
Christmas Stockings - The fact that there are four nails, but only three stockings hanging...
Bananas - When they are in that 'just right' region of edibility, neither too green nor too brown. Unfortunately mine are in the too brown category once again. The window of opportunity is just so small. Prolly still good for pancakes...
Fluffernutters - Though not always called by their proper name, a tasty treat just the same...
The Mirror - A friend once gave me the compliment "You're hot." I still don't get it. That reminds me, I really should go to the gym...
My Overly Fluffy Pillow - aka OFP. Every morning, and every night- there it lies, or lays, or whatever it is that inanimate objects do...
My iPhone - Specifically the suggestion it makes to me whenever I type in the first seven letters of my bank account username...
Microsoft Outlook - The chime. I swear my heartbeat hastens at the sound of it. Bit of a Pavlovian salivation, I know. Still gets me every time...
A Good Run - Usually the ones where I feel like quitting early, but don't. It's past the threshold of mental anguish where true clarity lies- 'cruise-control' allows some of my best thinking...
My Passenger Seat - Where my right hand inadvertently falls every time I sit down to drive. I've become accustomed to driving primarily left-handed- I think it's one of the few things I can actually do with my 'other' hand...
Starbucks - The smell of this place is fantastic- they say your sense of smell has the strongest link to memory. I believe I may have developed a slight addiction- I blame Pedro...
Mr. Potato Head - The Star Wars version. Was walking through Toys'R'Us and saw him in the white knight get up. They had an R2 and a Darth Tater as well. Took a lot of willpower to leave him there...
My iPod - Basically every song in it. Sometimes I think it can read my thoughts, but I think it may be a little biased based on user preference...
Lubriderm Lotion - When applied to my dried-and-cracking from the winter-cold knuckles. Funny thing, if I would just apply it before-hand, I wouldn't have the problem in the first place...
Christmas Stockings - The fact that there are four nails, but only three stockings hanging...
Bananas - When they are in that 'just right' region of edibility, neither too green nor too brown. Unfortunately mine are in the too brown category once again. The window of opportunity is just so small. Prolly still good for pancakes...
Fluffernutters - Though not always called by their proper name, a tasty treat just the same...
The Mirror - A friend once gave me the compliment "You're hot." I still don't get it. That reminds me, I really should go to the gym...
My Overly Fluffy Pillow - aka OFP. Every morning, and every night- there it lies, or lays, or whatever it is that inanimate objects do...
My iPhone - Specifically the suggestion it makes to me whenever I type in the first seven letters of my bank account username...
Microsoft Outlook - The chime. I swear my heartbeat hastens at the sound of it. Bit of a Pavlovian salivation, I know. Still gets me every time...
A Good Run - Usually the ones where I feel like quitting early, but don't. It's past the threshold of mental anguish where true clarity lies- 'cruise-control' allows some of my best thinking...
My Passenger Seat - Where my right hand inadvertently falls every time I sit down to drive. I've become accustomed to driving primarily left-handed- I think it's one of the few things I can actually do with my 'other' hand...
Starbucks - The smell of this place is fantastic- they say your sense of smell has the strongest link to memory. I believe I may have developed a slight addiction- I blame Pedro...
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