February 9
From my brain
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2009
Me 13:26, 9 February 2009 (EST)
- Happy Birthday to me.
- Happy Birthday to me.
- I feel like I got hit by a truck.
- Happy Birthday to me.
Everyone at the office had the crud. TheBoy and Princess developed it to some extent too. I held out as long as I could...but I have now succumbed to it as well. Went to bed at normal time last night, but slept in passed 9am (Tylenol Severe Cold NightTime might have helped with that).
Today though, I'm climbing through Facebook. My guildies alone couldn't suck me in. Co-workers alone couldn't suck me in. Family being on there, and the prospect of finding high school friends? Yeah, I'm in now. Most especially, my sister-in-law posts pics of my new little niece there. Sign me up. :)
2005
Me 02:37, 09, February 2005 (EDT) Thoughts on 30...
I could rant on about all the things I screwed up in life. Mistakes I've made in my choices of friends, in my decisions on career, on just things that didn't seem important at the time, but damn am I paying for them now.
Instead I should concentrate on what good things have come of the last thirty years. True, the only real time that mattered was the last 10, because before that, you're clueless. You're just a kid and you have no concept of anything. At most, there's rent and a car, but beyond that, it's just about food, and Damn! Is she hot!
So here goes...
Carreer
I have job security like I have navel lint (dark, smelly, and it's amazing how much is there for what I started with). I have made a good solid handful of friends (some reading this most likely) that I've met and have made my sole base of friends just due to commonality. To date, I have no regrets that I've done anything major to violate my own work ethic; my knees are unbruised, nose brown-free, and I can sleep well at night.
Is it the best career? Is it the one I wanted to be in at this point? No. However, it takes care of me, my family, and most of our needs, offering the occassional nugget to splurge on.
Home
I have a roof over my head, a car for each of us to drive to work, and a decent yard for our kids to play in. I'm no handyman and there's tons to do around here, but so far, the structure seems to hold together. I scream and rant, but I have a home for my family to come back to every day that's ours (okay, technically it's CountryWide's, but don't ruin the momment, 'kay?).
Family
I know, I don't really talk about my family much. In case you didn't know, I'm married and have two kids. (If this is news to you, welcome to our website, I run this shack.) At the end of the day, no matter what is going on at ThePit, or elsewhere in my life, I know that I can come home, see TheBoy in his bed, and hear Princess snoring away (just like Mommy is in the other room), and I smile.
In the end, that's all that matters.
2004
Me 23:59, 09, February 2004 (EDT)
Things I managed to accomplish before 30...
Last night I was mostly fleh about life, and today I'm little changed towards it.
Regardless, I thought it best to post a few good highlights as well (and to further highlight them, not put them on the [More] section):
- Met the best woman I've ever had in my life.
- Found a niche for myself in a company to a point were I nearly can't be fired (unless I fuck up BIG).
- Proposed to #1.
- Went on a carribean cruise (at least I can say I've been on one).
- Married #1 (Happiest Day Evar 1.0), taking #4 for honeymoon.
- Bought a house (okay, paying a mortgage, but still...).
- Tackled cancer shortly thereafter.
- In the middle of #7, was able to be present at the birth of my (first?) son (Happiest Day Evar 2.0).
- Was cured (knocking on particle board) of cancer shortly thereafter.
- Watched #8 grow to as handsome little boy as his mother is beautiful.
- Made it through the 2 year waiting period after #9 leading to...
- Was able to announce the upcomping Happiest Day Evar 3.0.
Technically, I should list that HDE3.0 as happening before being 30, but A) it's bad to tempt fate like that, and 2) it'd be #13 on the list anyway.
</bittersweet 24 hours>
1975
Me 11:35, 09, February 1975 (EDT)
I am born.
What, you expecting fanfare?
