Worth Reading

do not allow a post entitled, "Worth Reading" lead you to believe the post is worth reading. in fact, it may be quite the contrary. in true form, the words worth, and reading, would best be served if followed by a question mark. I had intended to punctuate with a question mark, however, I forgot to include it. now I rather like the title. almost as if I'm advertising this post worthy of your time. it most certainly is not. if you are, indeed, continuing to read on, then by God, my hat is enthusiastically off to you! goodness, quite an introduction to spearhead very little substance...

so, I'm intensely freaked out by even the most microscopic of tasks. sorry, just thought I would change direction. what is meant by that phrase is, for lack of better description, I'm overwhelmed by something as simple as getting dressed. presently, everything seems to be just a bit much to tackle. "gosh, I'm not sure I can get these socks on, especially when pulling on socks is almost always followed by the application of a shoe on each foot." I can't write another word on this subject.

my birthday is on 9/11... save the "wow, what a date to be born," comments. I'm quickly approaching my 36th birthday. where do/did you expect to be at age 36? I watch other men in their mid thirties. every one of them seem to look like I thought I would feel. do I look like that? I don't feel like that...

I'll finish this off by saying, my best friends are my immediate family, my job should be simple, but instead it's a subtle, gut wrenching challenge, and my tiny little spot on this planet that is my life is filled with more than I deserve; will I ever be together enough to notice?

Julie says:

"...I always look for people who have my interests. I find them interesting,"

(funny, because it's true)

Had the CRAZIEST dream!

so I'm dreaming again, (I must be dreaming) and Snoopy, just like he stepped out of a Peanuts strip, is morphing... he's Neo from the Matrix, battling foes, then he's Bond, as in James Bond, then an Italian salsa dancer? (is that possible?) he's hip hop, jazz, fifties... and get this - THE ENTIRE TIME, SNOOPY IS ON ICE SKATES!!!

oh no; wait a minute... oops, I forgot. it wasn't a dream at all. I watched "the world according to Snoopy", a magical ice skating spectacular at Knott's Theme Park today.

You should read the "other" post

so I, (been advised to capitalize my I's) had written, strike that, typed... and typed a post describing the follies of teaching my daughter how to ride a bike. or, in my opinion, how to fall. and it's my longest and most complete post so far. and I liked it. and my wife says to me, "oh, you need to put that on our family blog." and I did. and I pushed my precious little blog to the side. so... I am sorry my precious little blog. I have nothing left for you, or for all my fans, anxiously anticipating my next post.

yeeeaahh, right!

Had to include a pic of my very hot wife, considering she HATED the previous post. 

Loving siblings 

GO BACK AND READ THE DIRECTIONS!

so he says to her, impatiently, "to change a link, you use the side bar here... just a minute, you should print out this page. now click here, NO HERE..." ever listen to adult, well young adult, brothers and sisters, loving siblings, working on ANYTHING together. could be the simplest of tasks, like, oh, i don't know; breathing... ask 'em, they'll have very different opinions. "YOU BREATH OUT FIRST.... NO, IN FIRST..." love so thick you could cut it

Okay, so this is "Pixel"... He's a wacked out character from a new children's show on Nickelodeon. If you have a chance to see it, DON'T. "worst kid's show EVER!" (said in voice of comic book guy from the Simpson's) 

What the HELL are you talking about?

do you have cook and serve? Cook and serve, cook and serve... hmmmm. Oh, cook and serve. If you define cook and serve as small ceramic dishes filled with hot cheesy bubbling dangerous sauce-like food, placed into a cooking apparatus of sorts, heated beyond the temperature of the sun, promptly removed and served to a hungry guest; then yes, we have cook and serve! I happen to encourage litigation. Restaurantuers... Does anyone know why I'm writing this down?

It's too late to write

the olympics - quiet excitement in the background.

Piper has a good distance background, she has to really nail this last fifty....

Happy 

IN A STRANGE PLACE

the word "strange" is fantastically common. when you wake up with a cheap fork under your pillow; still dreaming. and the fork is super cheap... the thing bends when you try to push it into a hot, rare steak on a plate at your bedside. you begin wondering if the bid you turned in is worthy. Flabby, tired; sharp - on the surface. still awake. not dreaming anymore. was there a steak at my bedside? the pillow, the position, the bed just isn't right. apparently, i'm not accustomed to difficulties sleeping.

crumpled into my seat, appropriately procrastinating, I reflect on a moment earlier in the day. In my day planner, wow that sounds yuppified, I scribbled the words: Blog - Beverly Hills. A WOMAN WALKED BY ME, SMOKING A CIGARETTE. SHE WASN'T ATTRACTIVE, AND SHE WAS FOLLOWED BY AN UN-ATTRACTIVE MAN, SMOKING A CIGARETTE. Now, I need to pose a reminder. Smoking IS NOT unattractive to me. I loved smoking when I did, though I was told that I never looked right smoking. It felt right and was painful to quit. A thought arose, "Jesus... everyone in this tiny little plastic bubble looks like a mannequin" (EXCEPT FOR THOSE TWO) Some balding sport in an incredibly expensive suit, I watched him because the volume of his voice on his cell, was exclaiming to an unknown ear, "I'm just having a hard time finding anything likeable about the lead character"...

I stood up, saliva pouring into the back of my throat, (like before you vomit) and followed my new-found friends in Beverly Hills, the ugly smokers.

This is one of my favorite horses of all time - Smarty Jones... Should've won the Triple Crown. He didn't.  

My "chattery" wife and I 

It's not easy to remember

I was sitting, listening to my wife. She's chattering, and I'm listening, and a thought arises... Then it comes to me; "I can blog this later! Hmmmmm... How will I remember this? This is funny stuff, I need to remember this. Okay, word association, memory aids, remember, concentrate on what is being said, remember!!!" And I forgot. I forgot and wrote about it anyway.

The girls 

Getting there

So has anyone seen "Looney Tunes, Back in Action?" My daughters have. "Daddy, look! This part is the best! His eyes are falling out. That's not a sushi bar..." You get the picture. The word focus need not apply to occasions such as these. The members of the Academy will not be caught viewing for their consideration. Steve Martin owed a friend or needed a check. I'm just sayin.

It's never easy.

Grrrr... If I had patience, I would take the time to read directions, follow directions... Benefit from following directions. Send this and edit that. Copy... Paste... "failure due to broken link with the URL"

"I wonder if I should turn around?"