Friday, May 29, 2009

Friends and Family

Where would we be without our friends and our family? Mostly alone right? Outside of my immediate family, I am fortunate to have a unique set of friends. I got freelance writing friends, fishing friends, co-working friends, casual friends, close friends, and even the occasional family friend.

I am not sure if you can legally name your 'best' friend your BEST friend or even label a friend a 'best' friend. Who else are you going to call on in times of trouble except for a friend?

Not every one of my friends possess the qualities that will cover every situation that I manage to get myself into..and my record stands for itself when it comes to situations like these:

* Bass boats and broken ribs
* deer hunting, game wardens, community service, and God Almighty
* deer blinds, wasps, and woodpeckers

I guess the best kind of friend is one that will laugh with you and at you, at the same time. can't take yourself too serious, why should you, no one else does.

Besides, it's not all about you anyway.

I mean look at yourself, what's up with that hair? Do you have a mirror in the house? You could at least clean up before you come into my blog...good grief already.

Friend quality has to consist of at least but not limited to: humor, honesty, compassion, commmon interests, and a short memory. Well, 4 out of 5 ain't bad. That's what usually bites me first, the ability of my friends to remember those times you wish were never recorded in any shape, form, or fashion.

In defense of those 'memories', I plead guilty. Generally most of those that might have left a mark or two, ended with smiles all around and overall enjoyment by those not involved.

Why do people enjoy other folks misery so much?

We thrive on the mishaps of others and wonder how they made it this far and not being sidelined from the game of life. Reckon that's why we watch those TV shows of funny videos and bloopers.

After all, we are all of the same tribe. The human tribe. Some a little more advanced than others. Some just happy as they can be right where they are in life and couldn't care less or more about what is about to happen next simply because they don't know any better.

You hang in there Buttercup but realize that help ain't coming.


Monday, May 25, 2009


Welcome to my blog. It's so nice of you to take time out of your day and visit...but then, you may have either stumbled across this blog due to a fat-fingered-keystroke-mistake OR you consciously wandered into my world. Eye-ther way, Welcome to my new little blog I entitled,


I came across that phrase last week in a short meeting with my company's CEO. This meeting was a follow-up meeting from a previous meeting 2-weeks earlier. Meetings meetings meetings. We have meetings to select when to have meetings about when we should meet again meetings. It's no wonder now that our business is closing after 52 years of existance and a mere 86 employees locally will be displaced.

It is what it is.

Yeah, it's a sign of the times I suppose. Economic down turn. Global economy struggles. Strictly a business decision. It is what it is.

Oh sure, there will be changes. Possible changes in the name on my paycheck, type of work, place of work, but I am pretty certain that I will be working somewhere. We are still in the early stages of this 'announcement' and the final drop-dead layoff date has yet to be named. Seems we have some customers that need our product and will require a certain amount of our product to get through the tidal surge of this economic tsunami.

Who knows, maybe my freelance writing will take off OR at least the chance to apply more time to my writing will surface through this ordeal.

Do you have any pet peeves? A peeve that really just sets you off like nothing else? Maybe it's just my DNA or genetic makeup...wait they are the same thing right..? I tend to spot things that are just plain wrong.

Clocks with Roman numerals...and the Roman numeral for '4' is and has always been 'IV'. Guess the pre-teens in the sweat-shops in our third world factories never learned this...I am starting to see 'IIII' in place of the 'IV'.

The last pound of coffee you bought was probably only 13 ounces.

Who does the counting of the thread counts in our sheets?

Goin fishin doesn't mean you're gonna catch fish. That's why they call it fishin and not catchin.

Does losing really build character? Losing what? your mind? that extra weight? your keys?

How about the guy that is standing in line behind you at the convienence store at 5AM. You're the only ones in the store and the only other vehicle besides his is your truck with a boat...and he asks the 'question' of the day... " goin fishin?" DuH..

Hey, thanks again for stopping by. Remember our fallen veterans today for all our freedoms we enjoy. If you happen to be a veteran, Thank You for all that you have done for me. SALUTE.