Clothes make the man

I wore an outfit to work today that I have worn many times.  The outfit consisted of a pair of khakis, a long-sleeve button down with matching tie and a sweater vest.  No special about it - the clothes are at least 4 years old. I did do one thing to alter my appearance though.  I wore my glasses.  I wear contacts 99.99% of the time but opted to wear the glasses today.  And I think that was the key to the outfit.  When I walked in the door at work someone said, "Who is that? I don't recognize that guy."  A little later I was complimented by someone who felt I looked studious.  Later during the morning one of the managers actually stopped in her tracks and then approached me to say how much she liked the outfit.  Amazing how something as simple as an outfit can make you the center of attention.  I guess clothes really do make the man. 

Loving and Being in Love

A person who used to be your everything.  Now they are nothing at all.  A person used to always put you first.  Now they don’t even think about you.  A person who was selfless.  Now they are selfish.  How do you love a person like that?  I don’t know that you can.  It is very easy to fall in love if you let your guard down.  It may seem impossible to fall out of love once you let someone into your heart.  But sometimes it is the only way to survive.  There is a difference between loving a person and being in love with a person. You have to be able to distinguish one from the other.

Doctor's Orders

I went back to the doctor Friday and got my usual song and dance.  Nothing really changes.  But I told myself I was going to make an honest effort to try and do what she asked.  That plan did not go as well as I hoped.  I have got to find a happy balance between what my doctor wants me to do and doing what I normally do.  Otherwise, I may end up in the hospital for a long overdue vacation in ICU. 

Talented Tongue

I was recently talking to some friends and a couple of strangers.  During our conversation, the strangers turned to me and asked if I was a professional speaker.  I was confused by the question so I asked what made them think that.  They told me that I was a very eloquent speaker.  They said my words were powerful and meaningful.  I simply told them that I spoke the truth and from the heart.  The conversation made me do a little thinking.  I have been told in the past that my words are strong.  I have also been told that my words can cut deep like a knife.  Really makes you wonder about the saying "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."

Letting Go

If you love something, you should let it go.  If it comes back, then it was meant to be.  I remember hearing a story about a little girl who caught a butterfly.  She loved the butterfly.  She didn't want to lose the butterfly so she held it tightly in her hands.  This caused the butterfly to die.  The little girl was sad but she learned a valuable lesson.  She fell in love with another butterfly.  This time, she let the butterfly sit on her hand and fly away.  The butterfly came back to her and sat on her hand.  If you love something, you should let it go.  If it comes back, then it was meant to be.

Obvious Vs Oblivious

Obvious

adjective

1.

easily seen, recognized, or understood; open to view or knowledge; evident: an obvious advantage.

2.

lacking in subtlety.

3.

Obsolete . being or standing in the way.

 

Oblivious

adjective

1.

unmindful; unconscious; unaware (usually followed by of  or to ): She was oblivious of his admiration.

2.

forgetful; without remembrance or memory: oblivious of my former failure.

3.

Archaic . inducing forgetfulness.

 

Amazing what a li can do, isn't it?

 

Definitions from dictionary.com

Information Overload

Sometimes knowing everything about a situation is not the best thing for you.  There are some things that are better off left unknown.  We live in a society now where we are constantly bombarded by information.  We have to process so much at one time and get so caught up in the intricate details, we forget the small, simple stuff.  I really wish at times we could go back to the "just the facts" mentality of yesteryear.  But who am I to talk? 

Three Sides to Every Story

Usher Raymond had an intro on one of his albums that says there are three sides to every story.  There's one side, the other side and finally there's the truth.  The problem we run ito is that often times we do not get to hear the whole truth. 

Time flies but I'm not having fun

I was just sitting here thinking that my nephew has been living with us for about 6 months now.  Time has flown by since he moved in.  Can't believe he has been here that long bringing his drama and working my nerves.  Good news is that with all of his drama, none of his psycho girlfriends or baby mothers have come to the house and attempted to show out.  Cause that would not end well.

Post Number 100

Can't believe I have reached post number 100.  When I decided to revisit the idea of a blog, I thought it would be a passing phase in my life and dwindle away.  But now I see that this blog can be somewhat therapeutic.  It helps to write about what I am going through even though only a couple of people read it.  Going back through the entries shows where I was compared to where I am now.  Not too sure if I have made any progress over this last 100 entries.  So at this time I am going to hope that I can continue this for a hundred more entries.

Rumors part 2

This is a follow up to my "Rumors" post from 3/20.  One of my co-workers came to me the other day and said, "I need to ask you something but you can't tell anyone."  This kind of statement always has something to do with a rumor. It never fails.  The question she asked was, "What's the deal with you and Supervisor X?  Do you two have history?  I went to ask her a question and all she did was talk about how you don't do anything and need to be fired.  She said they won't get rid of you because you're a kiss ass."  At this point during the conversation, I gave her my best "I don't give a fuck" look.  I explained to her that once again, someone is focusing their time and energy on what I'm doing rather than minding their own damn business.  I further let her know that I rarely even see that person.  It's not like we kick it away from work.  So once again, if we don't talk, how the fuck do you know what I'm doing?  And is me not doing my job directly affecting you and preventing you from doing yours?  Bitch kill yourself for being on that type of bullshit!

WTF Moment - Meat Market on Wheels

I was home this evening with my oldest and youngest daughter.  We were talking with a couple of the Elders from the Mormon church.  A strange truck pulled into the driveway.  There was a sign on the truck so I presumed that maybe the nephew had ordered some food.  A man came to the door and said he wanted to show me some steaks.  I walked outside with him.  He proceeded to pull out a box of vacuum sealed meats from the deep freezer on the back of his truck.  He had NY strips, Tbone, center cut, kabobs, burgers and a couple of other items.  He said the box would retail for $250 at the local market but he would let me have it for $160.  I explained to him I did not have the money to make such a purchase at this time.  I got his phone number for future reference.  Wait for it! Here it comes! WTF?? Who really goes around selling boxes of steaks and shit door to door out of a freezer on the back of a pickup truck?  I've been in my house nearly 4 years and have NEVER seen this guy but he claims he has been in business for 17 years.  Okay. Business must not be doing too well.

I Hate Being an Asshole

I hate being an asshole.  I really do.  Being an asshole takes some of my best traits and uses them for all the wrong reasons.  Being an asshole takes the love and caring I would have for a person and turns it into pure hatred.  Being an asshole means all of my normally funny and witty ancedotes turn into painful verbal attacks with no remorse.  The sole intention of my words when in asshole mode is to be hurtful.  Being an asshole means rather than being willing to give my last of anything and everything so that you can make it, I won't give you shit or give a fuck about your well-being.  I hate being an asshole but when killing them with kindness doesn't work, it's time to flip the script and try a different approach to get the desired results. 

I have a 4th child

Dealing with this damn nephew is really starting to be like having another child in the house.  He has not financially contributed to any of the bills since he moved in at the end of last year but continues to benefit from my hard work.  He's got a roof over his head, electricity, gas, water, cable television in his room and internet access since he has borrowed one of the girls' laptops.  Every move this boy takes, he wants to tell me about.  Whether it is something at work or something with one of his baby mamas.  I appreciate that he values my opinion but he is about to get a rude awakening.  I really don't give a fuck about the drama that continues for him.  My concern is my daughters.  And if his lifestyle does anything to cause my girls grief, he is as good as dead. 

WTF Moment

I know I should be doing something more productive that writing about my crazy life in my blog at this point in the day but this shit is too good not to share.  My nephew comes to me this morning and says he just got a phone call from my wife.  She wants him to come the school where she works and talk to some 15yr old boy that wants to date a 13yr old girl.  WTF?!! How the hell are you as a teacher going to knowingly invite a registered sex offender to a school to counsel a 15 yr old boy?  Hell, the nephew can't even take care of himself. How is he going to tell anybody else what to do?  But then again my wife can't take care of herself and she teaches sixth graders so it's basically the blind leading the blind. 

Easter 2012

My wife decided to take the girls to her mother's house for Easter.  No problem.  I had to work all weekend so I would not get a chance to see them.  My problem is that my wife told me she was unable to take pictures of the girls in their Easter dresses because she was too busy trying to get our youngest to behave in church.  Really? Are you serious?  So apparently taking a picture before leaving the house or after getting done with church did not make any sense. 

Birthday 2012

It's been over a week since my birthday.  The days prior to and the actual birthday itself were hella fun.  Much better than last year.  I didn't get yard tools from the wife this year.  She actually got me a very nice watch.  My friends threw me an awesome party.  It had all the right elements:  food, close friends, great gifts and alcohol!  So much foolishness happened that night, I don't even know where to start.  I will say that the gifts I received from my friends confirmed that they know me very well.  I made it a point to not say anything in the months leading up to my birthday about any gifts I would like.  That did not stop them.  They got me a collection of gifts which only someone with an intricate knowledge of me could pull off.  I am forever thankful for that.  My friends made turning 30-something worth every prior year. 

The Cost of Being an Adult

My nephew is having to learn some hard lessons about being an adult.  Today was his payday.  He went to the bank to withdraw some money he owed me.  He came back with a distraught look on his face.  He explained his account was significantly less than he expected.  After we tried to figure out the cause he made some phone calls.  Eventually he discovered that back child support had been taken out.  Yea, you read right. One of the mother's of one of his children was awarded child support and the other 2 are pending. It seems that everyday brings more drama and no solutions.  O well. The nephew is learning a valuable lessons.  Grown folk games lead to grown folk consequences.  That's the cost of being an adult. 

WTF - Being Respectful

I give my nephew for trying to be respectful.  He does a lot of dumb shit but he always tries to remain respectful.  With that in mind, let's move on to the WTF moment.  I was at work this past Saturday.  My nephew called me.  He asked me if it would be ok for his girlfriend to come over so they could watch movies in the living room.  WTF?! To make this WTF moment even better, you have to know that my wife and kids were out of town.  Before I could catch my tongue I told him "Hell to the no" and "Have you lost your rabid-ass mind?"  Needless to say, his girlfriend did not come over to watch movies. 

WTF Moment - Papa was a Rollin Stone

I should really be at a point where nothing that happens with my nephew surprises me but he still comes to me with the most off the wall shit I have ever seen.  Yesterday he calls me and says that some paperwork had been sent to his job for them to fill out.  The paperwork was for child support.  There were 2 sets of paper.  Both of them were for child support.  But they were for 2 different kids.  The first set of paperwork was for his oldest child.  He agrees with her on that child.  The second set of paperwork was for the baby that  lives out of town.  WTF?!  So he just went from bad to worse.  can't wait to see that the future brings.   

WTF Moment

I can't even begin to explain this one. This the actual text message conversation I had on my birthday while at work.  Just read and laugh.

Her:  HBD Brother in Law from ur sister u have yet to meet:
Me:  Thx. Wait.I'm lost.
Her:  Ask ur wife I am the long lost one!
Her:  We shared a dad for many years!
Me:  WTF?
Her:  ask your wife she and I grew up together my mom and her dad were together for a lot of years. 
Me:  K. And my wife told you its my bday

At this point in time I get a phone call from the wife trying to explain what is going on.  Really? You giving my cell number and date of birth to people I have never met?  WTF?