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Religion

My mother once told me that Religion is personal to everyone, more personal than their toothbrush. I believe it, which is why I never argue Religion or politics. When I started school it was a Catholic school that was a good 30 minute bus-ride from where I lived. It was a mile-and-a-quarter walk to the bus stop (No, not uphill both ways in a snow storm!) Every day before class started we would attend mass. Every day. We (the boys) had to wear dark blue slacks, light blue shirts, dark blue ties and black shoes. The girls had to wear these awful plaid jumpers. For Sunday mass the whole family would go to the little church at then end of my grandmother’s street. She was the Organist/Choir Director for the church so we’d wend our way up the small set of stair to the choir loft and kiss her on the cheek as she finished playing the processional. At that time in my life, religion was like gravity – it was there but I didn’t really think about it. I was going through the motions. This covered

Relationships

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Too Much Information

Eww! Ha ha... That was my reaction. I checked my statistics for this blog. One of the things it shows is the search term used to find this blog. I am crapping you negative, this one was on there: "How to look like a pedophile's dream" It was from a college. Eww! Ha ha... (scary)

Only Always

Parents – You know, my parents celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary a few Saturdays ago and I didn’t even mention anything about it. That’s quite an accomplishment. The weather held out (meaning it wasn’t overly hot) but I’m finding that I got bit all to hell by the bugs. My legs are tore up from the floor up. Date – Yea, I had a date on Saturday but it was so un-interesting I didn’t even lead off with it. She had really pretty eyes but that’s all I can say that was positive. Everything else was neutral. I don’t know that I have much else to discuss. I was thinking this was going to be longer but nothing much is happening. Workdays are going by faster because there’s SO much going on and a lot of people are out. One of the women in Accounting just left so it leaves them short-handed. To catch up it is estimated they need about 12 people in that department. Currently there are 2. The woman that reports to me is out on vacation for another week so I continue to do her job. I shoul

The Memory of Lists Past

I was cleaning out a closet tonight and found a lot of papers that held some kind of memory for me. Some were newspaper articles, some were funny memos... most were written or drawn by me. I came across the following, entitled "List for 1990": 1. Reorganize your life 2. Evaluate your feelings 3. Take a risk but be smart 4. Take care of #1 (yourself!) 5. Don't do anything you don't want to do 6. Reward risk-taking 7. Don't be afraid 8. Change the way you do things 9. Go somewhere when you get bored, don't just sit around 10. Find out how to take a compliment 11. Generally be more aggressive 12. Don't worry how other people feel 13. Learn to like yourself 14. Have fun! You will note that some things never change. It's most interesting to see what I thought about myself back then. Just thought I'd share...

Buried Anger

Earlier this week, I came to the realization that I have some anger issues. I’ll bet you can’t tell what I’m angry about? If you said ‘my job’, you’d be wrong. If you said ‘money’ that would be strike 2. You know what I’m really angry towards – women. Yes, I realize this is not a new subject but I think I’m getting to the core of the problem. Let me explain: At work, we recently hired a young lady for our Customer Service department. She’s a total hottie with an incredible body – very nice to look at. I’ll admit she’s probably a little young for me but, for whatever reason, I feel anger towards her whenever I see her. It’s almost unfair. Okay, so I have to deal with that… fine. Then one of our shipping guys gets a visitor from some shipping company – total knockout. I almost gasped when I saw her. He’s an older guy (older than me) and been married with kids for a long time and he probably doesn’t even think about her ‘in that way’. Again, I feel anger towards this woman and I don’t eve