And it is on FO real..

I know it is only Oct, well almost November already, yet it is time to think about mowing my lawn with my shirt off this summer. A pretty simple goal nothing too serious. I have been lacking some motivation so I texted my boy DP and issued a challenge. We both weigh about the same, although he carries a bit more muscle. Either way the challenge is out there and seeing as though I have never lost to him at anything it is on like donkey kong. Plain and simply who ever loses the most lbs by Feb 1st wins! No prizes no nothing, just a winner and a loser! Broad street run 10 miler in May 2010 will be my tenth, and I want it to be a breeze - let's do this thang.
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Phhhhheeewk

I am sitting her in my upstairs hallway, no lights are on and luckily it is the beginning of the afternoon and I have a little bit of light shinning through the downstairs windows. I have broken out into a cold sweat and my hands cover my face in disbelief. My lips are dry and as I wet them with my tongue I open my eyes to see that my error was a grave one. I look to the right of me and see three little pieces of paper, let's call them little strips of paper, and the error stares me dead in the face. I know what I have done, and it is not good. I look at the steps and little strips of paper are there as well. An infestation if you will, taunting me, laughing at me. I follow the strips, picking them up on after another, down the steps, into the living room, down another flight of steps to the basement, up and into the kitchen I find a few more, I gather them in my hand, and trudge into the garage and there I see it - a hole in the bag that I just shredded all of my paper into. Good stuff, awesome! It is a good day.
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Cold

Stepping out of the front door you can feel the chill hit you in the face. The chill in your toes, and in your bones, down your spin and into your core.. The smell of the heater still hovering in your nose. Your ear lobes let you know that you are ill prepared for the weather today. As your eyes drip a tear and you take a step further - your knees ans ankles give a familiar throb just to say hey fella the seasons are changing. You pass the bleak flower beds as you fumble for your car keys, thinking to yourself that morning trips to the market for milk and eggs are surely the best. I can almost taste the cinamon raison french toast sandwich that will provide me with enough sugar and carbs to get me well into the afternoon. Shaking the cold out of my eyes I come to my car and see it - right there in front of me - clear as day - from out of nowhere - clearly not expected - effing frost on my car! FROST. WTF - FROST. Dang it. I gotta scrap this shit off! DANG IT.
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just so positive...

I have come in contact with a few people that I knew for a reason that I was meant to speak with them. To hang out with them, to have a few beers with them and talk about the ways of the world. I am a true believer in old souls, and past lives in some sort of manner (and I don't want to get into all of that now). Yet, I know that I meet people that I have met before, that I have spoken to before... Maybe I just don't have the words to express how exactly I want this to come out. Yet, the easiest way to explain it is that you meet some people and you talk for a bit and you like them, and then you don't talk and it is no big deal. other people you speak with and you just know that somehow they are more important than other people. Maybe they act like people you know or talk like people you know or remind you subconsciously of people you know. Or maybe in your last life you were best friends who the heck knows..

It is always good to catch up with old friends.

Happy Friday!

Mommy

Let me tell you something, this mr. Mom shit aint no joke! It is 4am and I am up with the beans, as much as I hate to say this - per usual. This happens more often than it should. Usually after eating any sort of icing the day before. Now believe you me I have voiced my opinion on this matter on more than one occasion, yet birthday cake and cupcakes still show up from time to time, last night being an uncles b day - I mean how can we say no to icing at 6:45pm? I think it is pretty easy. I just don't see how the mommy bloggers get all the blogging and commenting done and reading done... I know this mommy blogger can't get it done.
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Question

The question on the table seems to be -

So what do you want to do for the rest of your life?

The simple answer is that I have not one clue. I have zero clues, nada, zip, nilch.... Chime in the sound of wind blowing and crickets chirping.

The name of the game is always going to be sales. You have to sell something to someone. Or perform a service for someone, and even with the service somebody has to sell the service to be able to get to the point that you can service them.... WTF. So basically I have to buy something and resell it. Make something and sell it. Provide a service and sell it. SELL SELL SELL - and now the great questions of what, to who, where, and how? Now, selling VALUE in this economy is certainly an uphill battle. Selling cheap shit is certainly not the answer cause cheap shit sucks. And the inbetween stuff well you take the good with the bad I suppose - any ideas?
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It is everywhere....

All you have to do is see it. Get out of the house and look around, open your eyes, lay down in the grass. Feel the morning dew between your toes, look up at the night sky and see the stars, stare at the moon.. On your drive to work - I dare you I double dog dare you to look at the sun, wake up... Each day is an experience, an adventure, a reason to step back and look around, smell the flowers as they say. Notice the blue sky, it might be behind a few clouds, yet it is still there. Open the curtains and see the bunny running accross the front lawn. Someone once said don't worry be happy and it is the truth, words to live by... So what you lost your job, so what you have an ear infection that won't go away, so what you put on a few pounds, who cares if your hair line is inching back on you, grey hair is distinguished, I mean it doesn't matter that you are not getting any taller.....
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