Wasn't that a Van Halen song??

I'm still in a mood today. Poor Michelle. I've just been crabby all day, and I'm not sure why. I probably should have eaten breakfast. I'm always insufferable when I haven't eaten in a while.

Not the point of this post, though. The point of this post is that she finally called my bluff. I had successfully put my foot down for a time. Or perhaps I just put my foot in it. I'm not sure which. Needless to say, I had managed to make her agree that we wouldn't get the tickets until she had submitted the paperwork to get her passport.

Only logical right? I mean, she's a procastinator; the same as I. And I surely didn't want to be stuck with non-refundable tickets to a foreign country because she didn't get her act together and get a passport. I thought I had it sinched. She would put it off and put it off and eventually, we could just call off the whole trip.

But consarnit if she didn't actually do it. She actually went all the way down to the post office and filled out the forms and took the crappy photo on that crappy camera and sent if off. So that's it. There was no other way out.

We bought the tickets this morning. We're going the last week of January. There's no way around it. I have to spend a whole week with Bill Meehan in the jungles of Panama.

Someone, please tell me this is not going to suck.

In a mood

I'm just in a mood today for some reason. Not really sure why.

This last work project seemed to take alot out of me. I'm just not feeling very motivated lately. Not motivated at work, not motivated at home, just not motivated at all.

It's odd. The more responsibility and respect I seem to get at work, the more inadequate I feel, and the more I just want to chuck it all and run away.

I was indulging myself in a wonderful fancy for the last few weeks. I wanted to become a helicopter pilot. I heard an ad on the radio for a helicopter flight school, and they made it sound so great. Just go through our flight school and you're practically guaranteed a job as a pilot making 100k a year. And they have a school in New Braunfels. I even sent off for the free DVD. I mean I was really going to do it. I could just see myself working for a big studio, flying a camera chopper, doing close strafing runs that you see in all the action movies. Or carrying movie stars back and forth from exotic shoots.

I know, it's not like that. First off, the training causes 60 or 70 grand. And your first job, if you can get it, is as an instructor at the flight school. And then, if you're lucky, you probably will end up ferrying roughnecks back and forth from oil rigs in the Gulf of Mexico. Which would mean living in some shithole like Mobile or someplace along the gulf coast.

But man, when I was sitting in my car, stuck in traffic and saw the traffic choppers or the StarFlight just soaring above it all... But then, sometimes I find myself staring at a little bit of grass on a median, blowing in the wind. I focus on it, and I can almost see myself walking through a field, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere with no cars, no skyscrapers, no computers. Just the wind and the grass and the earth beneath me.

There is something inside me that is longing. It's being starved. It hates the office with no windows, it hates the house in the suburbs, and the tiny little yard that looks like every other tiny little yard.

And I'm afraid it's dying...

Okay, here's a post

Howdy, y'all.

I was reminded once again today that I had not posted anything to my blog since my surgery. So, even though I'm not really feeling it, I thought I should drop in and type a few lines.

I'm feeling much better. The incisions are pretty much healed up, although I'm not sure how much the scars will fade over time.

Elsewhere in life, things are pretty much the same.

We raised a bunch of money for the JDRF. I got beat out for the Biggest Ham award at the office Halloween costume contest. JoAnn got married, and her wedding was beautiful. I got tipsy and danced to Stayin' Alive. :^O

Other than that, there's not much to report. I'm just sitting here watching the election results roll in to see if the theofascists are going to remain in power. The Daily Show special is starting in a few minutes.

I hope you all voted. Even if your vote got eaten by a Diebold voting machine.

So that's that. I promise, I'll try to be good and post more soon.

Ciao for now.