What a day it has been....

First, a free drink to the first person to correctly name the three series that my favorite television writer used the title of this entry as titles for episodes on.

I don't even know where to begin. The situation with the person from work went from bad to worse. The owner called, and well, he no longer works here. This isn't what was supposed to happen. We were trying to get some one we cared about help. I'm still not 100% sure what happened, and we're working to try and get this situation righted. He was the best at his job, and a great guy. Yes, he did have a problem that started recently. It seemed to me to be a cry for help. I'm starting to put more information about this together, but I feel awful about it since I'm the one who ended up making the phone call to the owner.

We were supposed to be able to start work around noon today. Once I land, I find out that there was a lack of communication, and we actually won't be able to get in until after 6pm tonight. This kind of screws up our dinner plans. Once we get there at 6pm and start working, we find out that we're really paying the price for other peoples mistakes from last week. Apparently another network was in town and really pissed off the venue. Several people have been banned from the building as a result, and they are really putting their foot down and making life miserable for everyone. Just what I need today.

I got an email from my mother today telling me that my dad's back is worse now than it was over the weekend. He went for an MRI and found that he has two herniated discs. The Dr. has recommended an epidural block to alleviate the pain while they evaluate other options. My mom sent this via email because she has lost her voice and can't talk. Ever since they retired, they are going downhill fast. I feel bad because I feel I never see them. They're so far away, yet so close. Plus when I visit them, it's never to see them, it's to do something for them -- install a ceiling fan, move a TV, set up a computer.

I've been tired lately. I realized last night that I wasn't able to get a deep breath. I remembered that I have a history of exercise induced asthma, with my big trigger being cold air. I haven't had an attack in years, and don't have an inhaler at home. I was on an early flight this morning so I couldn't do anything about it at home. The last time I got a prescription for an inhaler, I was living in Pittsburgh. I could call that Dr. explain to her my situation and get her to call in a prescription to a pharmacy in the town I'm in now. Unfortunately I don't remember her name. I called C, and she didn't even remember me going to a Dr. there initially, but after prodding remembered, but not her name. C suggested I go to CVS because they have Minute Clinic's in them, and they could probably help. In the end, they were able to help, I got an inhaler and I'm doing much better now.

Routines

While my schedule is anything but ordinary, I've come to appreciate the routine that I am normally in. I was off this past weekend, and it has totally screwed me up. I'm not sure what day it is, or what I should be doing. I didn't know what to do on the weekend. I was supposed to meet up with some friends from work who were in town and off, but since of the guys they're with is an ass, they never made it. (Not even a phone call after waiting for hours for him)

I haven't followed my usual laundry packing/routine. I don't really have a good mental idea of where I am in relation to being able to travel tomorrow morning. Typically when I come home on Mondays, I know i have 3 more days to do my laundry and be all packed and ready to go. I'm able to temper that against what I have to wear over the next few days and get it all done with a minimum amount of rushing on Thursday night/Friday morning. This week, I'll be rushing tonight, I'm sure. Luckily I'm only going away for 4 days/3 nights so it's not that big of a deal.

I'm not sure when I fell in to a routine, but I really don't like it. I'm not used to falling into a routine. I liked it better when I never knew what was going on and I was traveling all different days. Now I've become predictable.

Online friends....

I think it's a fact of life that many people have friends that they have met on-line. In many cases, friends that are only online. I know I personally have several friends like this. Sure, I may have met them one or two times, but because of my schedule, I really don't get to see them that often. At least that's what I keep telling myself.

C was going through match.com this summer and as I've said, she and I still talk a lot and share a lot. We still look out for each other. She would send me lists of people she was thinking about, or those who had contacted her, and I'd give my opinion. One thing that I remember her saying was that she was worried about chatting on line/via email too much with someone. She thought that she should only exchange a few emails before meeting otherwise you can get too familiar too fast, and not having anything really to talk about when you actually meet. At the time I didn't agree with her. I thought that the more information that you have the better it can be.

I've found recently that friends I have met online do know more about me than those I see on a day to day basis. I've opened up more in the past 10 days on here than I have to some of my friends in real life. I have no problem sharing. Why is that? I don't know. Surely I can't be alone in this.

Why is it that it can be so comfortable to talk via IM or via email or via text message? Why is it so easy to share information that way? Why have I let some of my friendships slip?

I Love this Bar

I walk in, and someone buys me a drink. That drink is finished, the bartender pours me another, "forgets" to put it on the tab. I get another, the tab is started. Some random guy I've never met before buys me a drink becuase the other guy bought me a drink. I order food. Owner of the bar buys me a drink because the random guy that bought the round was an ass and was trying to start a fight with another patron, and I was trying to calm him down. I eat my food. A bartender who wasn't working that night buys me a drink. At that point I have to say enough since I do have to drive. All that and my tab was $12.00.

Alone...

This is a reply of mine to a friends post elsewhere. Eventually I ended up meeting up with some people I work with in the hotel bar, but the feelings are the same.

As you know, I too was working/traveling over Thanksgiving. I was alone in a hotel bar while texting. I have many of the same thoughts as you in terms of being alone on holidays. I've been recently traumatized I think by a friend of mine from HS having a baby, and realizing that she has grown up. I can no longer call her any night and say lets meet for a drink. Her husband was always ok with that, but now with the baby, it's going to be harder.

I have very few friends here at home now. All of my friends, and more appropriately acquaintances live all over the country. I think in the past I have over used the word friend and made it in my mind synonymous with acquaintance. I'm not quite sure when it started. I used to be the person who kept in touch with everyone, who stayed friends with everyone. Now, I'm always the one on the outside looking in. I'm just not there enough to count it seems.

I'm not quite sure how to change this. While it sucks, it's also kind of comfortable. No expectations. At some point I'll pull out of it, but I'm honestly not sure. Hang in there, people will show up. They always do. Just make sure that when they do show up, you do as well.

Another tough one

Much as I expected, the conversation was tough on many levels. I like this person as a friend. I don't like seeing them like this. The person isn't happy, and there's something more going on. I knew it was none of my business, but I care to see them happy. I have no problem with people drinking socially. I have no problem with people getting drunk. The problem becomes when people drink to get drunk every night.

I talked to this person about it, and while they'd say that everything isn't ok, they denied a drinking problem. They denied, despite having facts proving otherwise, their drinking getting in the way of their work. They thought that I was being unfairly critical of them. They thought that I was drawing the attention of higher ups to something that doesn't exist. I told them that this was actually first brought to my attention by higher ups, and that I had been looking the other way for way too long. We agreed to disagree, and we'll see what happens. Reinforcements have been called. I don't want them to throw their life away.

You can go home again.....

... but it won't be the same.

This weekend I had opportunity to drive along some of the road I would drive while I was in high school. I didn't like it. The familiar has changed and no one consulted me. CD-World is gone and is now Romantic Depot. The diner who's name i can't remember is now replaced with a 7/11. I was even back in my old neighborhood and things there have changed. There are too many cars. I don't think that the kids play in the street anymore. There are no basketball hoops up, nothing painted on the street. All that has worn away.

I went down to the river and nice wooden footbridge has been replaced by a metal monstrosity. A lot of the paths that were in the woods have been over grown showing that kids don't go in there to play anymore. Things have definitely changed.

Of Human Bondage

OK, here it is, my dirty little secret. My ideal woman would be dominant in nature most of the time. I love the idea of being controlled and serving a woman. To me, there is nothing that compares with the feeling of being bound and helpless and under the control of a woman. There are actually pictures of me in bondage on the internet. Good Luck finding them.

It all started with B. I had lost a bet to her, and the terms was the loser would do whatever the winner wanted for the weekend. Little did I know what it would involve. I was thinking picking where we went to dinner, what movie we would see, etc. Needless to say I was more than a little shocked when I walked into her place and she said "Strip" harshly. She had some toys, and improvised with things such as clothespins. Little did I know that weekend would open my eyes to a world I've since found I won't be happy without. Since then i have played with a few different partners. While I am a switch, I prefer the submissive role.

I have many memories indelibly marked in my consciousness. One of them involves L. This dates back to my college days. When we met for the first time, we walked around and kissed like we were old lovers. We were going to go back her house, which was about 30 minutes away. When we got into the car, she told me to start masturbating. I was like right here, in the car in broad daylight. She gave me a look that told me yes, so as she was driving, I was stroking myself. Every once in a while, she would give me a hand, and smile at me with her big brown eyes. As I was about to climax, I let her know and asked what I should do. She told me to cum, but I would have to clean up after myself. At this point she starts stroking me harder and it feels great. I cum and she catches most of it on her hand. She then brings it up to my lips and tells me to lick her clean. I hesitated briefly and then started to slowly lick her hand clean. As I was licking my cum from her hand, I was so turned on by this humiliation, I can't explain it. I don't think I've ever felt quite like that again.

L and I would play with nipple clamps, candle wax, ice cubes, so whips, bondage, sensory deprivation. One time I went over in the morning and she had me strip down and go to her room. She then tied me to the bed and blindfolded me. She nibbled on my nipples a little bit (they are sooooo sensitive) and left me there until she came back for her lunch break. I won't bore you with all the details of every encounter here, but you get the idea. I have had a violet wand used on me. I've suffered through orgasm denial. I've been forced to perform oral sex on women. I've had them basically fuck my face while tied down and reaching out with my tongue to pleasure them. I've been whipped, flogged and caned.

One thing that I have always been curious about but have never acted upon is what it feels like to have something inside you. I've never had a bi-sexual experience. I don't know that I could go through with it. I think the best thing for me to try would be to find a woman who was willing to go easy with me and work up through several plugs and eventually a strap-on. From there, who knows.

Again, I'm not sure about this.

One of the hardest conversations I'm about to have

At work we are a very close knit community. Three out of the six of us have worked together for 5 years. We're starting to be concerned about the attitude and actions of one of us. We're afraid that he's become an alcoholic. I'm not sure of the classic definition of an alcoholic, but drinking is starting to affect his job performance and his quality of life. When he hasn't been able to drink for a period of time, he becomes intolerable to those around him. He'll start drinking early in the day, and alone. He has been showing up late. He has been belligerent to people in the office, and they have asked question. His drinking has put himself in danger, and has endangered the lives of others. This will not be pleasant, but it is something that has to be done in order to get him the help he obviously needs. I just hope he takes it well.

To all the girls I've loved before...

We are all shaped by our experiences, both good and bad. For that reason I wouldn't change a thing. While C takes the cake for having the most bearing on how my relationships are today, there are several other woman out there that whether they know it or not have played a role as well. 

My best friend is K. She's not the type I normally go for physically, although I do think she's attractive. She's married now and nothing has ever happened there. I'm glad things are the way they are there. She can be my confidant. Everyone needs a member of the opposite sex they can lean on. 

There was my very first gf B. She went to an all girls catholic school and was not the saint I thought the she was. I was young and naive at the time. I lost a bet to her, and the changed my life forever. Next up would be S1. There are many S's in my life. S1 and I had dated for a few years and never ever fought. It was weird. She was almost too nice. She lived back at home while I was away at college. I started to feel it wasn't working and was becoming increasingly interested in someone else who I was quickly becoming friends with. This new girl and I were inseparable at college, but much to everyones surprise nothing ever happened between us. I wanted to make sure that there was a clean break and I didn't want to cheat on S1. That wasn't my style. I also didn't want to break up with S1 on the phone because that's just not right. I waited until I came home for Thanksgiving break. I actually got a ride home with the new girl. I broke up with S1, and that was difficult to do. Long story short, nothing ever happened with new girl. We had a love hate relationship, but I learned a very valuable lesson that I still remember to this day. Email is good for somethings, but there is no guarantee how the recipient will take it. It can be very impersonal, and inflections, connotations, etc are totally left to the interpretation of the recipient. Things not working out with new girl scarred me for a while. I was unwilling to open up to new people. 

S2 would be next on the hit parade of people who have shaped my relationships. She knows the secret of the bet with B. She has used that to her advantage and we have had an on again off again relationship since then. This relationship is primarily a physical one and exists as a stronger relationship in her mind then in mine. I have tried to just totally break it off altogether, but I haven't been successful with that. I keep getting pulled back into the trap occasionally. She is very tempting to me. The new girl as mentioned above at one point said that I should sleep with S2. When I told her well, I did the weekend prior became extremely upset. I guess if things were going to work out between her and I, she really didn't want anything to happen with anyone, despite what she may say. S2 and I first were involved in a week of time I like to refer to as my 1st male slut phase. Really it wasn't that bad. Two girls in a week. But for me that is being a male slut. The second girl that week actually was armed with information from S2, but that only ended up being a one night thing, although if S2 didn't get so upset, it may have been more. That's my only one night stand. 

I'm not quite sure where L fits into the timeline. She is someone I met online while in college and we've had some good times together. I remember lots of details about my encounters with her, and I don't have a good reason why that is. There have been times when I thought that she was the one, but we haven't spent that much time together. We've always been separated by distance, but have gotten together regardless of distance.

C would fall next into the timeline. See my previous post for information about her. I actually think about or interact with her almost everyday still in some respect. I'm fine with how things are now though, don't get me wrong. She has turned into a very good friend. I find myself going to her more now for advice than K.

J is a girl I met through work while still living with C. C and I weren't sexually active at the time, so while we were dating, nothing was happening. She falls into the same category as the new girl. I think she is attractive, cute, intelligent (most of the time) and very confident. I think a strong confident woman is sexy. There's just an aura about them. She's always smiling always seems to have a good time. Nothing has ever happened with J, we have spent a lot of time together and people keep trying to push us together, but it just hasn't happened yet. I was at one time obsessed with her, but have gotten over that. We have never gone into the hate phase like I did with new girl, but we drift in and out of each others life. 

I briefly dated a girl who I met on match. I feel bad about it because I don't think that I ever really gave her a chance. She's attractive, but I never made her a priority in my life, although she was willing to do that for me. She and I still talk and she has found someone wonderful to share her life with. She's definitely better off. I don't know when I'd have the time. 

There have been others, but those are the significant ones from the past for now. 

A note to holiday travellers... stay out of my way

Hi, I'm KMC and I travel for a living. This is not my first time travelling. This won't be my last time. I know all the rules and follow them. I may not agree with them, but I know how to get around an airport and through security in the least amount of time possible. I don't need you rookies out there slowing me down. I do allow more time during the holiday season for additional travellers, but I refuse to go beyond a certain point. Apparently some of you have been living under a rock for the past year, but you can't bring liquids through security unless they're in bottles that are 3.4oz or less, Those 3.4oz bottles must be in a single quart size clear ziplock bag. That's it. It doesn't make any sense, but someone out there figured out that if you limit people to 3.4oz we'll all be safe. Have they taken into account if i have my 3.4oz, and you have your 3.4 oz, and someone has theirs, I'm not sure, but you know what? it doesn't matter. Those are the rules, and no matter how much you complain to the TSA agent, they're not going to let you through with your entire medicine cabinet.

Today I witnessed a scene where a woman was getting visibly upset and yelling at a TSA agent. She refused to throw away all of her hard earned money that was in the bag. The agent kept telling her that she didn't have to throw it away, but she could go back out and check that bag and retrieve it at baggage claim at her destination. She just wasn't listening. At this point the line was getting longer and longer behind her because she was involving every TSA agent at the checkpoint. It was so bad that airport police had to get involved, all because she wouldn't check her bag with all of her product. I doubt that she made her flight. Things that also won't fly include that hunting knife your brother got you for your 13th birthday and you carry it everywhere you go. You can't fly with aerosols. You can't fly with lighters. If you really need a lighter, put it in your pocket. It's not going to set off the metal detector. If you are bringing wrapped gifts with you, think again. You may be very disappointed when you get them at your destination and they have been unwrapped and opened for inspection. Unfortunately, this is the world we are living in now. Go to the TSA's website, go to your airlines website and become informed about the do's and don'ts of air travel.

I have my own issues with airline safety, but realize that they're just following the rules and are there for our own good. I have VERY large feet. I have enough foot problems as it is. I refuse to walk through the metal detectors barefoot. I have no problem walking through and sitting down and waiting for them to run my shoes through the machine, but I don't want to put my bare feet where everyone else has. Who knows how often those carpets actually get cleaned. I fly out of a very busy airport at home and many of the screeners recognize me and don't bother fighting the fact that I'm not walking through barefoot. This is part of knowing and following the rules.

While we're at it, 2 suitcases, a briefcase, backpack and a supersized purse do not equal 1 carry one plus 1 personal item. Last time I checked 1+1=2. You are not special. They don't have to bend the rules for you. The more you complain about it, the longer we're going to stay here and we're going to be delayed. Check your bags to your final destination and get on the plane. When they say the are closing the main cabin door and all cell phones must be turned off and put away, believe it or not, they are actually talking to you too. I know that you are telling Betty-Sue about your night last night, but we have to go. I don't want to hear about your night. I dread the day they allow cell phone usage in flight, and i'm not concerned about safety issues with air to ground communications. I just don't want it becuase of the annoyance factor.

It's not easy being green

There's been a lot in the media about being green. This is a good thing as it raises everyone's consciousness. A few weeks ago, NBC-Universal had "Green is Universal" week. It did some good, because it caused me to go to a carbon footprint calculator to estimate my personal carbon footprint. It wasn't pretty. I fly ALOT for work. I'm over 26 tons for my own personal footprint. The average american is at 7.5 tons. There are some things that I am trying to do to help. I use compact fluorescent light bulbs in everything at home. It's a small step, but it makes a difference. I use environmentally friendly detergents (Seventh Generation). I recycle. I usually don't tell people these things. I just do it. 

I do have a problem with grandstanding by the media. I wish they would just do and not tout themselves so much. I was on a conference call where for over an hour, they were talking about banner placement to announce the fact they were using bio-diesel in generators at a major event. They had the banners printed (not on recycled paper) and shipped overnight. When the fuel truck got there to fuel up the generator, it had regular old Diesel. Apparently no one ever told the fuel company that they were supposed to deliver bio-diesel. When the decision had to be made to not provide power for a couple of more hours or to be environmentally friendly, well, we ended up on regular diesel fuel. There were also supposed to be recycling baskets on that show, and there was. One. In the middle of the compound. Do you think anyone actually walked to that place instead of using the can that was right next to them? We had made suggestions- submitting paperwork electronically instead of on paper. We could easily save a ream of paper a day. That didn't happen. Print things double sided. That didn't happen. Use recycled paper. That didn't happen.  We were all supposed to get hybrids as rental cars. Some people did, and then they realized the cost difference, and it was decided that 5 people (out of 100) getting hybrids was enough. Every little bit counts, yes, but the green of the dollar got in the way of being green. The only truly green thing that happened was that all of the disposables at catering were bio-degradable made from corn starch I believe. Everyone was more interested in saying how green we were being instead of taking the necessary actions to actually be green. 

C

How do I begin to explain C. She is intelligent, beautiful, funny. She also is nuts. We started as friends and we are back to being friends. In the middle, we dated including living together for almost 3 years. We broke up almost 5 years ago. She likes things to be very structured and organized. She has always been the most financially secure person of her age. She and I both have our issues with ourselves, and with each other.

Her biggest issue with me is my job and the amount of time I spend on the road. Looking back, I think I took her for granted and never made her a priority (to steal a friends line there). We share things with each other that we haven't shared with anyone else. When either of us have a problem, we consult the other. Subsequent Significant Others of course haven't liked that she and I still talk. Her boyfriends and my girlfriend haven't believed that we're just friends. She travels for work often as well. She doesn't handle travel problems well. She was in NY this summer and due to weather, couldn't fly out. She asked if I could help to find her a hotel room, and I tried, but there was really nowhere available. I mean even the 5 star hotels were all sold out. I offered her to stay at my pIace and arranged for her to be picked up by the same car service I use. She ended up spending the night, in my bed. Nothing happened. We're just friends. Heck the last year we were living together and dating, that's all that we did. Share a bed together. No one who would see us together would believe that.

Looking back at it, we just drifted together from our friendship, and then drifted apart. We had gone to several weddings together. It was after wedding 20 I think that we had a talk. It just wasn't working out. We weren't heading down that path. I was never home enough for it to work. Do I have any regrets about that. I don't know. I don't think so. I learned a lot from the relationship, and if I had to make the decision again I don't think I would change a thing. It was her that initiated the talk. Something from the movie The Departed "If we're not gonna make it, it's gotta be you that gets out, cause I'm not capable. I'm fucking Irish, I'll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life. " That pretty much describes me.

When Did I Become THAT Guy?

While out to dinner with TG not that long ago, I realized that we'd both become THAT guy. The guy who, despite being out to dinner with friends, is constantly texting/emailing on his Blackberry. I admit it. I'm now 100% addicted. I actually called us on it, wondering what we ever did before having mobile devices, and his response in a smartass way- "we actually had to talk to the people we were having dinner with." TG was a navy brat while growing up, but is truly a southerner. He says Please and thank you and Ma'am. He knows that Sunday Dinner is actually after Sunday Service at 2pm and has fried chicken. To see this transformation is something.

Growing up in the 'burbs outside NYC, this is all foreign to me. Sundays were for playing soccer. I would go to mass when I could, and my family changed churches to one that had a more convenient mass time. Through work, I have been able to see this "True America". To see all the small towns throughout the country really puts things in perspective. Hank Williams Jr. says that the world is really run from NY, and he's right. NY is the most powerful city in the world. To me, nothing really shows power as that NYC skyline. No other city I've been to can compare.

It is the people in these small towns though that allow NY to be so great. At times, I envy them. At others, I pitty them. I lived in a small rural town with C for almost 3 years, and couldn't stand it. I think that was a major factor in the break up. Small town America does it right though. Regardless of your stance on the war, in general it is people from here that are out there fighting it. It is people from small town America that are growing crops, raising cattle to support the country. While world is run from New York, New York needs the rest of the country to support it.


Six Degrees of Separation

Surely everyone's played the Kevin Bacon drinking game, right so you know what I'm talking about here. A friend today told me that with the internet, it seems that you are only truly separated by 3 degrees now. I'm not willing to be that radical, but i'll say it's down to a good 4 degrees now. I'm not sure how close I really am to some of my Pakistani brothers. I do agree that the world's population, while growing, is actually getting much smaller. Using an online networking tool such as linkedin.com will demonstrate that to you. Currently, with my being directly connected to just 34 people, at the 3rd degree of separation i have 87,000 people. That's only being connected to 34 people. I sit there and i'll find someone I know, and see that I'm already connected to them through some random connection of people who I know for sure don't know each other. But they're getting closer to meeting everyday.

In general I think all this technology to make the world smaller is a good thing. It lets you stay in touch with people better, and find people you may have never known existed. This just happened to me recently. (I hope I didn't invade your privacy. I really did struggle before I sent that initial email, not knowing for sure if it was the right thing to do. You'll have to trust that I won't share the information with anyone, not here, not anywhere) I have many friends who I first met on the computer. While on the road in Iowa City, IA I was talked into going to a strip club with JS. He had a proclivity for them back in the day. A bbs that I was on at the time was based out of Iowa City, and I had asked in the local section if anyone could recommend a place to go. Someone responded with a place and we went. When one of the girls came by and we were chatting, somehow the bbs came up. As it turns out, she's a computer nerd too. We still keep in touch. I still have some friends that I've never actually met. I think it's just the way that things are now a days. With all my travel and the business I work in, I have friends and acquaintances all over the country, all over the world. Most people in my business are the same way. When the unfortunate happens and someone passes is when their families and home friends truly understand the depth of their friends and support network throughout the country. I remember a memorial service being held months after someone's death because it was the best time for everyone to get together and share their memories of a person. The family was stunned at the outpouring of cards and prayers at the time of the death, and then overwhelmed at how many people truly cared for their loved one when they were flown to the memorial service and met so many of the friends.


I also think all this technology can be frustrating. I seriously have 12 phone numbers to reach my family of 4. There are many times when I can't get in touch with ANY of them. Can you explain to me how this is possible? I'm the one who travels for a living, I'm the one who is on planes and in places with bad cell service, but chances are, if you call my cell phone, I'm going to answer it. If for some reason I don't answer it, if you leave a message, I really will call you back.

Flashing Lights

For those of you who know where I live, you can understand my trepidation when I see flashing lights across the river from me. It happens often enough that I don't think much about it anymore, but it still makes me go hmmm. I often wonder what the reason is for all those lights on West Street. Is there some big emergency downtown, is it a drill, or is it just someone important (foreign dignitary, political figure, etc) who needs to go somewhere fast and the rest of us have are supposed to get out of their way.

Speaking of foreign dignitaries, how many of you had while growing up (or have now) the "Pope Room". You know, the room that is always immaculate, gets vacuumed daily, and no one is allowed in? It's kept just in case the Pope or some other foreign dignitary should drop in unannounced for a visit. All of my Italian friends had one. In 15 years of knowing them, I was allowed in the room once. They all said that was the only time they were ever in there as well. Graduation Day. For that day, and that day only we were allowed in the room to have pictures taken. Without shoes on of course. After the 5 or 6 pictures, we were immediately told to get out of the room.

It's been a while

It's only been what, 8 months since I've last posted? Since then somethings have changed, others have remained the same. Both my parents are now officially retired and living in Cape May full time. They really did move as far away as possible with out leaving the state. I've had surgery, verified that at least at that point I don't have cancer, more on that to come later. I now have my apartment to myself, and man is it nice. All my bills are now down to at least a quarter of what they were when I had roommates. If i didn't know better, I would think grow lights were on all the time in their room. I've had to save a few pixels here and there work wise, so the title is still valid. As i get the hang of this, I'll be filling in some stories as we go. There have been some incident's with the ex and most people are sure that there's still something going on there. Let me assure you we're not, regardless of what our actions may say.

Some things I love about where I live- online ordering. I can order just about anything I want online. My liquor store delivers-- for free. I don't have to drive anywhere. Oh yeah, I almost forgot- the view.