Maybe I should quit this blog

Hello? Anybody here? Can I get an echo-echo-echo---?

I know, it's been a while. More than a month, even. Things have been pretty busy with a new boy life in general. For more fun, we're having additional layoffs at work. Hooray.

I'm still commuting by bike for most of the work week. I had taken some time off and gotten quite lazy, but snapped out of it.

Recently I got a new phone (my contract was near the end) and made a big upgrade to the BlackBerry Pearl 8130. It's pretty cool but can be frustrating. There's a lot I still have to learn about it.

The temperature's starting to drop, and it's pretty manageable on the bike. Last week, we had a cold front. I just layered up and did quite alright.

My trip to NYC has been postponed. Apparently, there's drama in my family and I didn't know about it. That's OK. I really wasn't in love with going there in the dead of winter. It will be so much more fun in the spring or summer. Plus, I can pack lighter, ever-important with the constantly increasing price of taking stuff with you when you fly.

Election Day cannot come soon enough. Politicians have been campaigning since 2006. I voted more than a week ago. Please stop it, already.

I am the champion of water-pistol racing at carnivals. :)

But I also have been known to drop a shelf on my toe. :(

Life moves along, but I don't want to go along with it. At least not at this pace. I'm tired of being tired and lazy. The things I try don't work. Bah.

I'll be Georgia-bound for Thanksgiving and will catch up with my mom, dad and two of my brothers. That'll be really nice.

Under my feet, baby, the grass is growing

I'm getting restless, antsy, bored, unmotivated. The new mantra is "I'm proactive," to keep myself from hearing "I'm not lazy, really, just tired." But it's time to clean out the myriad old files, virtual and real, time to empty the dust-covered bins.

There's so much crap everywhere. I get tired of looking at it. I'm tired of feeling like I live in a dump.

Maybe I should just get away. Sarasota's nice, and I haven't been there in quite a while. First, though, I'll start with the Rocket Graveyard. The BFF and her adorable babies are coming to visit this weekend. It'll be a birthday bonanza.

A few minutes ago, I thought I had something to say. Bah. At least it's Friday.

I hate when I wake up to life and realize how much time has passed. It makes me sad for all the days I waste. How do I change?

It's going to be a long two months or so. I suppose this is my time to shine, or put forth my best, or whatever. But I'm not intersted in doing that here. Hm.

Life isn't bad; it's quite good. But when I look around, I feel overwhelmed. It's silly, with so many things going so well.

Maybe this is what happens when you don't blog as much anymore.

Da da da

Yes, yes, yes. It's been a while since I last updated. Funny, I have a life now. Mr. Wonderful is all that and more. One of these days, I'll post the sweet story of our meeting and subsequent attachment.

For now, though, it's another day in paradise. 29 is a good age, but I won't keep it forever.

Upcoming excitement: Free admission to the KSC Visitor Complex, Jacksonville's Night Ride and lots of friend birthdays.

One favorite mentions another

Stuff White People Like on The Onion.

My favorite article and favorite column:
FBI Realizes It's Been Using Black Highlighters All These Years
Someday, I Will Copyedit the Great American Novel

Maybe one day I'll be a headline writer there...

Oh is it any wonder that I'm in the mood for love?

Wordnerdy is taken.

Maybe for good.

She now understands how these things happen.

Trying to reason with hurricane season

We've been inundated by rain and wind this week in Space Land. The conservation easement area has water spilling out over its sides. Now, though, TS Fay is dropping water and rain on the Big Bend, with remnants keeping Mr. Sunshine away from our windows.

This little gem is from the NOAA 5 p.m. update (which we read at 4:47...):
...FAY IS NOT IN A HURRY...SLOWLY MOVING WESTWARD...

Fay has taken its sweet time to cross the state, spending hours stalled over Space Land. We need the rain. We so desperately need the rain. But we get tired of rain after a while.

And it looks like Fay will make the Gannett tour anyway. The storm will pass well south of Tallahassee, but that city won't be able to escape the effects. We wonder, if damage is sustained to any newspaper buildings, whether Gannett will lay off more employees to make facility repairs.

Even though Mr. Sunshine isn't visible in the sky, he's visible in the hearts of a couple of redheads, which is no small feat.

All that I have are these to remember you by

Tonight, I bought an external hard drive, moved over most of my music and photos, and now my computer is flying. Woo-hoo! It's nice that $100 now will give me more time before I *must* buy a laptop. I still want one, but now there isn't so much rush.

I also picked up a digital voice recorder. After quite a bit of research online, I decided on the Olympus DS-30. It comes with transcription and editing software. Sure, I could have bought a recorder for a lot less and bought software separate ... but why not get it all at once and know everything works together?

I'm feeling pretty good about things these days, except for the incessant evening headaches. Likely it's because I've had so much to drink lately. Ugh. What I know is that it causes me pain, and I don't like pain in my head. This week, I also bought a new side chair from a co-worker. Her husband recovered it, and it looks great. It's comfy and well-made. Sweet.

Originally I was thinking of going to Jacksonville this weekend, but I don't want to make the drive. The trip would be good for me, as it always is, but there's the financial part, too. And the fact that I haven't cleaned my bedroom or bathroom or kitchen or solarium in a while. They're overdue.

Funny how inspiration can escape when you have a lot on your mind. These days, I have less on my mind, thanks to getting rid of a car (and a payment, and maintenance, and gas prices, and all that jazz) and getting my finances in more order than I've had in recent years. For the first time since college, I've imagined writing short stories. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have any story ideas, but picturing myself doing something creative with writing has been on vacation for some time. Additionally, I have some journalism-type stories in mind for a few magazines. It feels good to have these thoughts.

Of course, there are plenty of abandoned craft projects in the hutch behind me. I feel bad about those and the money they required. But I don't think hope is lost on those or any other dreams. Hope is never lost.

It's like I'm always looking for something to fill up my time, nevermind that I have plenty of activities to occupy me at home. Things I still haven't done: Write up a report for work about all that I learned at ACES Denver and St. Pete, Finish putting away the last few files in the drawer, call The Onion about the shirt I returned, return the clear glasses, make the outlines for the glass jars ... I get so busy researching how to do things, then buy the equipment, but I don't take that step and actually Do the work.