Posts Tagged ‘me myself and i’

Shit happens

October 8th, 2011 1 comment

Sometimes, shit even happens in a mini-van.

While you’re driving on a freeway.

Volunteering time you don’t really have.

Transporting a dog from a shelter to an adoption event.

In a flimsy and damn near broken crate.

… >pause to compose myself< …

And when the shit does happen?

The dog that made the stinky mess?

He might just get even more freaked out by the transportation process.

And do a somersault inside the crappy crate.

Flinging poo not only all over the inside of said crate. But all over himself. Causing it to ooze out. Into the carpet of the car being (ab)used.

… >sigh< …

AND? When the crate flips over in the dog’s panic?

It might even break open.

Releasing a shit-covered-dog-in-a-frenzy.

To run frantically inside your minivan, looking for a way out.

As you slam on your breaks. And jump the hell OUT of your almost-still-moving-vehicle.

While he continues to spread the mess from inside the crate.

To the upholstery. To the walls. To the windows. To the seats (car seats of your kids not to be excluded). To your purse. To your steering wheel.

I still don’t know how it got in my hair.

… >shudder< …


It’s apparently a joke best played by God (or whomever the higher power was that did that to me .. and my minivan .. yesterday)

When you are already running late.

To meet someone about a potential job opportunity.

… !!! …

I still have no idea how I made it home.


Blow-dried my hair.

Found new, non-shit-covered-clothes.

And made it to my meeting.

With 10 minutes to spare.

But next time? I’m not even going to ask. I’m bringing my best, most secure, non-break-out-able crate to make a transfer.

If I miss a call from you today? It’s because I’m getting the shit out of my car. Please leave a message. I’ll call you back after I wash my hands.

Sunset and Sunrise

October 2nd, 2011 1 comment

Beginnings and endings.

Sometimes it feels like that’s all that life has to offer.

Sunrises sparkle with glory.

Sunsets carry tinges of regret.

Photography via Michael Smith

What could have been today? Yesterday? Tomorrow?

What if? What if?? What if generic viagra price in india???

We can ask ourselves to death.

Or we can embrace what was. What is. What will be.

Truth rests within our souls. Within this moment.

Truth lives within you if you make it so.

Be what you believe.

I believe in you.

Believe in me.


Old Before Your Time

September 23rd, 2011 No comments

“When I was a younger man, lookin’ for my pot of gold

Every where I turned the doors were closin’

It took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin’ on

And still I felt like I was only losin

“I refused then like I do now, let anybody tie me down

Lost a few good friends along the way

I was raised up poor and I wanted more

And maybe I’m a little too proud

Lookin’ back I see a kid who was just afraid

Hungry and old before his time

“Through the years I’ve known my share of broken hearted fools

And those who couldn’t choose a path worth taking

There’s nothin’ in the world so sad as talkin’ to a man

Who never knew his life was his for making

Ain’t it ’bout time you realize it’s not worth keepin’ score

You win some, you lose some and you let it go

What’s the use of stacking on every failure, another stone

Till you find you’ve spent your while life building walls

Lonely and old before your time

“It took so long to see

That truth was all around me

“Now the wren has gone to roost, the sky is turnin’ gold

And like the sky my soul is also turnin’

Turning from the past, at last and all I’ve left behind

Could it be that I am finally learning cliquez içi?

“Learning I’m deserving of love and a peaceful heart

Won’t tear myself apart no more for tryin’

Tired of lyin’ to myself, tryin’ to buy what can’t be bought

It’s not living that you’re doing if it feels like dying

Cryin’, growin’ old before your time

Cryin’, growin’ old before your time”

– Ray LaMontagne

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It can’t possibly already be May

May 25th, 2010 No comments

Let it be known that while I might have a blog, I do NOT consider myself to be a blogger!  The lapse in updates certainly explains why.

Instead, I have this whole crazy life thing I allow to interfere with writing here.  I don’t usually cross too many personal lines with this space, but I have no idea why not.  I say entirely too much crap on twitter and facebook that I’m sure no one ever wanted to know.  Why not here, too?

So, in the spirit of over-sharing (and perhaps posting before I have to change the title to “…June.”)  What have I been so busy with since deciding that I’m a crappy full-time employee?

Working.  Yes, I know I quit my job.  But I do consulting stuff.  No, I’m not going to pitch you.  I’m not even going to tell you about it.  I’m just mentioning it because it takes time.  (Oh.  And because I love it.  But that’s a story for another time.)

Attempting to sell our house.  Didn’t quite work out that way, but we did finally get several things off our house-to-do list.

Getting a 3mo puppy.  Because two kids, the dingo-dog, a cat not even cool enough for a real name, a grumpy turtle, grumpy turtle’s collection of fish friends, and a husband just weren’t enough to take care of.  But really.. Can you blame me for falling in love with that face?

Going to Texas.  Again.  And what felt like again.  And again.  As I drove with two kids and the puppy from KC to Austin to Houston to Austin to KC.  I saw a lot of family and a few good friends, but the driving was awful.  Particularly the five hour drive to Houston.. while I had some sort of stomach bug.

Battling snot.  Seriously.  I think the majority of the world is with me on this one right now; my allergies are horrible this year.

There was a lot of laundry and life in between, but those are the bigger things that occupied my time over the last several weeks.  Did you miss me?