I don't do a lot of these movie review things but I feel like I want to make an exception. This past (long) weekend, I saw 2 different movies that I had heard others talk about and I was surprised at my personal reaction to them. It was opposite of what I was told.
I first saw Catwoman starring Halle Berry. Right off the bat I will say that it would be hard for me to not like this one. I expected to like it a lot because I love women superheroes and I also love Halle Berry. She is not only talented but I think she is one of the most beautiful women on the planet. How could you go wrong with her in the cat suit?
I was told I wouldn't like it. That it was really bad. The truth is, I liked it a lot. Not just for the aforementioned reasons. I just liked it. The story and the way it was done. It was fun to see. I loved the way HB carried off the cat style. It was great.
The second movie I saw was Sin City. I was told that I would love this one. All I can say is that I think I liked it. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about it. It had great actors/actresses and a pretty interesting style to it. But it was one that I will have to see again to decide if I liked it or not. It was not what I expected. I will say that I was disappointed in the ending. Very disappointed. I can think of several ways it could have been better. But hey, I'm no Producer, right? What do I know.
I think Sin City was a 'cool' movie. One that isn't about to make a statement about anything. It's just 'cool'. I like that about it. (I can't stand movies that preach anyway.) I'm just having a hard time deciding if 'like' is how I feel about it. See it once and tell me your reaction.
So basically, I saw two movies that turned out to be the opposite of what I was told to expect. Funny how that happens.
Monday, November 28, 2005
Welcome Back (Kotter?)
Here I am, back at the old homestead. It feels kinda.... umm.... normal? I am a little bummed that the new job didn't work out like I had hoped. Chalk it up to a learning experience, I guess.
I got the royal treatment upon my return. Yep, the red carpet was rolled out... OK, maybe the red mat... OK, it's just the same old dirty door mat, but it is rolled out.
And the marching band was here along with balloons and flowers.... well, maybe that was just someone marching down the street with a boom box. But I did see a balloon today. OK, I plan to see a balloon today sometime. I can celebrate my return somehow. We'll see what the day brings.
Ah well, at least the coffee is fresh.
I did get a nice warm hug from Peachy when she got here. That made the whole 3 week ordeal worth it. Actually, it wasn't much of an ordeal. It was just a long-ish strange trip and now I'm back. Who knows? Maybe next month I can do it all again. That could be fun.
Or not.
I got the royal treatment upon my return. Yep, the red carpet was rolled out... OK, maybe the red mat... OK, it's just the same old dirty door mat, but it is rolled out.
And the marching band was here along with balloons and flowers.... well, maybe that was just someone marching down the street with a boom box. But I did see a balloon today. OK, I plan to see a balloon today sometime. I can celebrate my return somehow. We'll see what the day brings.
Ah well, at least the coffee is fresh.
I did get a nice warm hug from Peachy when she got here. That made the whole 3 week ordeal worth it. Actually, it wasn't much of an ordeal. It was just a long-ish strange trip and now I'm back. Who knows? Maybe next month I can do it all again. That could be fun.
Or not.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Time To Catch Up
I’ve been having some trouble getting blog time lately. Now that my schedule will be more manageable, I should get back to a better routine. First, let’s catch up.
The new job that I went to 3 weeks ago didn’t work out. What I interviewed for was to Manage 2 separate areas of their manufacturing system. I had no problem doing that. Management is something I have plenty of experience with. The thing was, once I got to the job, I found out that the workload had tripled and there were no more personnel spots approved until August-September. This meant that I would be stuck working in the one area, which was basically a warehouse inside the manufacturing suites. It easily would have been a full time job keeping that entire area straight. Not what I had signed on for. The shame of it is that I really wanted to do the job I interviewed for. I know things can change sometimes, but this time it was way too ridiculous a change. I would have been trapped for a long time.
The good thing is that the old job never stopped wanting me to come back, so that’s what I am doing. Starting on Monday, I’ll be back at the old place.
Yesterday I went to my Aunt & Uncle’s place for Thanksgiving dinner. It was great! No cooking can beat the old style home made turkey dinner. It was a good day.
Today Nicci and I made our own private turkey dinner. The fire was in the fireplace, the turkey was cooking and we were decorating the Christmas tree. You sure can’t get more traditional than that.
Now I’m stuffed (again) and ready to kick back for a while. So, what have I missed?
I heard via Meritt’s blog that Nick & Jessica really did split up. Now there’s some news to be focused on.
I saw that Pat Morita died too. I guess Daniel-san is really on his own now.
Oh! I almost forgot. Here is my personal list of things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving:
The Yankees
SpaghettiOs
Cherry (& Lime) Pepsi
My Uncle’s health
My blog friends
Nicci
My job (glad I still have one)
Sponge Bob Candy Canes
Long Weekends
My family (most of them anyway)
God
Old Chevys
Movies
Smarties
Lots more stuff that I can’t think of right now.
I think that catches us up well enough. Stay tuned for more action in the not too distant future. ;)
The new job that I went to 3 weeks ago didn’t work out. What I interviewed for was to Manage 2 separate areas of their manufacturing system. I had no problem doing that. Management is something I have plenty of experience with. The thing was, once I got to the job, I found out that the workload had tripled and there were no more personnel spots approved until August-September. This meant that I would be stuck working in the one area, which was basically a warehouse inside the manufacturing suites. It easily would have been a full time job keeping that entire area straight. Not what I had signed on for. The shame of it is that I really wanted to do the job I interviewed for. I know things can change sometimes, but this time it was way too ridiculous a change. I would have been trapped for a long time.
The good thing is that the old job never stopped wanting me to come back, so that’s what I am doing. Starting on Monday, I’ll be back at the old place.
Yesterday I went to my Aunt & Uncle’s place for Thanksgiving dinner. It was great! No cooking can beat the old style home made turkey dinner. It was a good day.
Today Nicci and I made our own private turkey dinner. The fire was in the fireplace, the turkey was cooking and we were decorating the Christmas tree. You sure can’t get more traditional than that.
Now I’m stuffed (again) and ready to kick back for a while. So, what have I missed?
I heard via Meritt’s blog that Nick & Jessica really did split up. Now there’s some news to be focused on.
I saw that Pat Morita died too. I guess Daniel-san is really on his own now.
Oh! I almost forgot. Here is my personal list of things I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving:
The Yankees
SpaghettiOs
Cherry (& Lime) Pepsi
My Uncle’s health
My blog friends
Nicci
My job (glad I still have one)
Sponge Bob Candy Canes
Long Weekends
My family (most of them anyway)
God
Old Chevys
Movies
Smarties
Lots more stuff that I can’t think of right now.
I think that catches us up well enough. Stay tuned for more action in the not too distant future. ;)
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving
HAPPY THANKSGIVING BLOGGERLAND!!!!!!
I am thankful for all my blog friends and I wish you all a great Thanksgiving. Pig out & enjoy what you've been given.
I look forward to hearing what everyone is thankful for. I'll post my list later. Right now, Starbuck's is a must.
Boy, am I ever thankful for Starbuck's. :)
I am thankful for all my blog friends and I wish you all a great Thanksgiving. Pig out & enjoy what you've been given.
I look forward to hearing what everyone is thankful for. I'll post my list later. Right now, Starbuck's is a must.
Boy, am I ever thankful for Starbuck's. :)
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Fly By Post
No time today for a real post. This day could be interesting. I think I'll be on a more 'regular' schedule starting tomorrow. I believe I'll be booted out today. We'll see.
At least it won't be dull. ;)
At least it won't be dull. ;)
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The Weird Dream
Here is the weird dream I had last night. I don’t have a clue what it is all about.
Last night I had this weird dream. I was cruising down a highway with G and we were looking for a restaurant. I remember that it was one that was highly recommended to us. We were on a highway but at times it would almost spiral in circles on the way.
We came to a town where all the roads were grass. They looked like roads but they were grass and no wear marks were on them even though there was a lot of traffic. We came to the square of the town and it was just this big circle or a different colored grass. Everyone was going around the darker circle like it was a raised c0oncrete slab or something. We just went straight across it to the other side.
We proceeded into a super narrow alleyway and when we came out on the other side, we were suddenly at the restaurant. It was an outdoor restaurant and the ‘bar’ where we sat was just old ply board across a couple of barrels. We sat down and this dude came up and slammed down the menus and asked what we wanted. As soon as we started to talk, he would interrupt and ask us again what we wanted. Time and time again we tried to tell him we were there for breakfast and wanted to see the menu, but he always interrupted us.
Then he got really mad and proceeded to throw us out. He kept saying that since we didn’t order we had to leave. He physically grabbed us by our shirts and threw us into the narrow alleyway that we had driven through. The funny thing was, when we hit the ground we couldn’t stop rolling. We rolled all the way back through the town.
Now we started walking back to get the car. We got part way back when we ran into this girl we knew. She was roller skating and suggested that she help us on our way. She grabbed one of my hands and one of G’s hands and started skating. Suddenly our feet acted like they had wheels on them too and we were whizzing along, dragged behind her.
This time when we got through the alleyway, we were somehow on the opposite side of the restaurant. There was this big field we had to cross but our friend stopped us. She made us wait, looking at this weird watch that was her shirt. It wasn’t attached to her shirt. Her shirt was a watch.
Suddenly she looked up and said “Watch.” We watched as a big dog ran out onto the field and when he had gotten part way across this giant Eagle type bird swooped down and grabbed him with it’s big claws and beak and flew off. Then we were able to cross the field safely.
This time when we got to the restaurant, the mean guy had our breakfast ready. We didn’t even have to order. He just knew what we wanted. We scarfed down our food while every 10 minutes or so someone would let another dog run loose across that field and a big Eagle would swoop down and grab it. We walked back to the side of the building where the dogs were coming from and I remember feeling sick to my stomach. There was a field of little dog coops stretching to the horizon and they all had dogs in them, waiting to make the mad dash across that field. As far as the eye could see, there were dogs in little pens, waiting.
Then our friend finished her breakfast of walnuts, grape jelly straight out of the jar and a bucket of tea brewed from old cigarettes. Then she looked at her watch, posed like an Olympic speed skater ready for a start and took off as a dog raced across the field. When the Eagle caught the dog, she was right beside the Eagle and jumped up on it’s back and disappeared into the blue sky.
G looked at me and shrugged. We got into the car and drove back through the town. Backwards the whole way.
So there it is. I usually don’t remember my dreams. Anyone who knows anything about dreams might have a field day with this one, no pun intended. ;
Last night I had this weird dream. I was cruising down a highway with G and we were looking for a restaurant. I remember that it was one that was highly recommended to us. We were on a highway but at times it would almost spiral in circles on the way.
We came to a town where all the roads were grass. They looked like roads but they were grass and no wear marks were on them even though there was a lot of traffic. We came to the square of the town and it was just this big circle or a different colored grass. Everyone was going around the darker circle like it was a raised c0oncrete slab or something. We just went straight across it to the other side.
We proceeded into a super narrow alleyway and when we came out on the other side, we were suddenly at the restaurant. It was an outdoor restaurant and the ‘bar’ where we sat was just old ply board across a couple of barrels. We sat down and this dude came up and slammed down the menus and asked what we wanted. As soon as we started to talk, he would interrupt and ask us again what we wanted. Time and time again we tried to tell him we were there for breakfast and wanted to see the menu, but he always interrupted us.
Then he got really mad and proceeded to throw us out. He kept saying that since we didn’t order we had to leave. He physically grabbed us by our shirts and threw us into the narrow alleyway that we had driven through. The funny thing was, when we hit the ground we couldn’t stop rolling. We rolled all the way back through the town.
Now we started walking back to get the car. We got part way back when we ran into this girl we knew. She was roller skating and suggested that she help us on our way. She grabbed one of my hands and one of G’s hands and started skating. Suddenly our feet acted like they had wheels on them too and we were whizzing along, dragged behind her.
This time when we got through the alleyway, we were somehow on the opposite side of the restaurant. There was this big field we had to cross but our friend stopped us. She made us wait, looking at this weird watch that was her shirt. It wasn’t attached to her shirt. Her shirt was a watch.
Suddenly she looked up and said “Watch.” We watched as a big dog ran out onto the field and when he had gotten part way across this giant Eagle type bird swooped down and grabbed him with it’s big claws and beak and flew off. Then we were able to cross the field safely.
This time when we got to the restaurant, the mean guy had our breakfast ready. We didn’t even have to order. He just knew what we wanted. We scarfed down our food while every 10 minutes or so someone would let another dog run loose across that field and a big Eagle would swoop down and grab it. We walked back to the side of the building where the dogs were coming from and I remember feeling sick to my stomach. There was a field of little dog coops stretching to the horizon and they all had dogs in them, waiting to make the mad dash across that field. As far as the eye could see, there were dogs in little pens, waiting.
Then our friend finished her breakfast of walnuts, grape jelly straight out of the jar and a bucket of tea brewed from old cigarettes. Then she looked at her watch, posed like an Olympic speed skater ready for a start and took off as a dog raced across the field. When the Eagle caught the dog, she was right beside the Eagle and jumped up on it’s back and disappeared into the blue sky.
G looked at me and shrugged. We got into the car and drove back through the town. Backwards the whole way.
So there it is. I usually don’t remember my dreams. Anyone who knows anything about dreams might have a field day with this one, no pun intended. ;
I'll Be Back!
Yes it's true. I'll be back (spoken in my best Arnold voice). As Peachy posted yesterday, the new job has evolved to being something very much different than what it was when I was first interviewed. I understand that that can happen and I accept it with no problem. This one, however, I can not accept.
I am a little bummed about it because I thought it was a great opportunity. It still is a good one, if I decide to stray from the career path I have been on. The thing is, I don't want to stray. I like what I've been doing and the old place wants me to come back and continue on that path. They also want to expand my responsibilities so it will be even more interesting. Sounds good.
The best part is that I get to be with Peachy and Spacebrain again. Oh, and as an added bonus, I get back on a better blog schedule. Not that that is a priority or anything. ;)
So soon I will be changing jobs again. My new boss isn't excited about it but he does understand. He even admitted that things have changed quite a bit overall and he says he doesn't blame me. He knows that I have a definite path that I'd prefer to stay on. He did mention that he was hoping I'd decide to change my direction. Nope. He's not the grudge-holding type, so I'm not worried about that. I think the 'big boss' may be though. Ah, whatever.
Ok, nuff said. I had the weirdest dream last night and I even remember most of it. I'll try to get it posted sopmetime today. We'll see how that goes.
Until then, see ya!
I am a little bummed about it because I thought it was a great opportunity. It still is a good one, if I decide to stray from the career path I have been on. The thing is, I don't want to stray. I like what I've been doing and the old place wants me to come back and continue on that path. They also want to expand my responsibilities so it will be even more interesting. Sounds good.
The best part is that I get to be with Peachy and Spacebrain again. Oh, and as an added bonus, I get back on a better blog schedule. Not that that is a priority or anything. ;)
So soon I will be changing jobs again. My new boss isn't excited about it but he does understand. He even admitted that things have changed quite a bit overall and he says he doesn't blame me. He knows that I have a definite path that I'd prefer to stay on. He did mention that he was hoping I'd decide to change my direction. Nope. He's not the grudge-holding type, so I'm not worried about that. I think the 'big boss' may be though. Ah, whatever.
Ok, nuff said. I had the weirdest dream last night and I even remember most of it. I'll try to get it posted sopmetime today. We'll see how that goes.
Until then, see ya!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Hello Monday
Hello again to another Monday. Woopie. I gues the good thing is that this will be a short week. God old Thanksgiving is coming. I'm like the Dad in A Christmas Story, a turkey junkie. Yum! I love the turkey and the stuffing from inside the bird. Add a little corn and I'm good to go. Other things are just nice extras. I'm excited, can't you tell?
I'm starting to believe that all companied have the same basic problems. I left a job I liked a lot thinking I was heading to something better. The thing is, some things are better and some are crappy. It looks like it's just gonna be a push.
The new job has 'evolved' since I accepted it. Evolved is their word for 'grown beyond any resemblence to the original idea'. I still like the place well enough but what they 'need' me to do isn't exactly what I signed on for. That kind of thing sorta pisses me off. Basically I was supposed to be a Manufacturing Manager. What it's headed to is a glorified manager of a GMP warehouse. I'm not too psyched about being a warehouse guy. No offense to those who are. I'm just not made for it.
I hope things change back. I may have to make another change here soon. Seems like there is always somnething like that with big companies. The old 'bait-n-switch', sort of.
Oh well. I'll just stay focused on Thanksgiving. That's a happy thought. Plus, I am thankful for lots of reasons, so I won't let it get me down.
Does everyone have their thankful lists ready for Thursday?
Everyone have a great Monday.
I'm starting to believe that all companied have the same basic problems. I left a job I liked a lot thinking I was heading to something better. The thing is, some things are better and some are crappy. It looks like it's just gonna be a push.
The new job has 'evolved' since I accepted it. Evolved is their word for 'grown beyond any resemblence to the original idea'. I still like the place well enough but what they 'need' me to do isn't exactly what I signed on for. That kind of thing sorta pisses me off. Basically I was supposed to be a Manufacturing Manager. What it's headed to is a glorified manager of a GMP warehouse. I'm not too psyched about being a warehouse guy. No offense to those who are. I'm just not made for it.
I hope things change back. I may have to make another change here soon. Seems like there is always somnething like that with big companies. The old 'bait-n-switch', sort of.
Oh well. I'll just stay focused on Thanksgiving. That's a happy thought. Plus, I am thankful for lots of reasons, so I won't let it get me down.
Does everyone have their thankful lists ready for Thursday?
Everyone have a great Monday.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
BS Friday (Saturday) Answer
OK, I'm actually on time for this. The BS Friday story was all true. Yes Saurabh, I was a happy/lucky senior in high school. The thing was, Ms. Leslie (not her real name, remember?) was also a great friend. I was too young and naieve to even think of possible consequences or that maybe she was just considering me a revenge toward her husband. I had a great time.
It did influence me in other ways. My first serious relationship after this was with a woman 11 years older than me. The one after that was with a woman 15 years older than me. I didn't feel like girls my age were interesting at all after being with an older woman for a while. I also had a tendency in my wilder, single years to have married women as girlfriends. It became a thing with me.
I don't know if those things were good or bad, but I do know the time spent with Ms. Leslie was some of the most fun and free I can remember.
She signed my yearbook with a 'secret term' that we made up so I'd never forget her. It seems innocent enough to anyone who reads it, but we know what it means.
As if I'd forget.
It did influence me in other ways. My first serious relationship after this was with a woman 11 years older than me. The one after that was with a woman 15 years older than me. I didn't feel like girls my age were interesting at all after being with an older woman for a while. I also had a tendency in my wilder, single years to have married women as girlfriends. It became a thing with me.
I don't know if those things were good or bad, but I do know the time spent with Ms. Leslie was some of the most fun and free I can remember.
She signed my yearbook with a 'secret term' that we made up so I'd never forget her. It seems innocent enough to anyone who reads it, but we know what it means.
As if I'd forget.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Welcome To BS Friday***
Welcome to BS Friday, one day late. *** Sorry! I didn’t have the chance yesterday to post this.
OK, you know the drill. I’ll write it, you tell me if it’s real or just plain old BS. This week’s post is called: Teacher’s Pet
If you’ve read last weeks post about the Teacher in High Scholl who was known for his philandering ways, you’ll see I mentioned the Art Teacher who was his wife. Well, this is “our” story.
I mentioned my artsy ways and that she was the most popular art teacher in school. For all three years in Senior High I had a class with her. My senior year I had three. The thing is, I was in advanced classes and by the time I was a senior, I had enough school credits to graduate. In the current system, I could have graduated in 11th grade and started college early. They didn’t do that back then. So my senior year consisted of one English class that was required of everyone and all the rest were electives. I had Spanish, 3 art classes, Drafting and Phys. Ed. Every day. It as a blast!
Well Ms. Leslie (not her real name) and I became quite close over the years. She always hand picked the students she wanted for working on special projects like Prom decorations, Homecoming decorations, etc… I was one of 3 she always had helping. She was also the Tennis coach and I was on the Tennis team. Sometimes we would stay late and play a few games after everyone had left. It was fun. (I never could beat her though.)
So shortly after the senior year started I was involved in a decorating committee meeting and Ms. Leslie seemed a bit off. She seemed distracted. (This was also shortly after last week’s BS Friday incident.) After the meeting I walked her to her car to see how she was and she started telling me that I should beware of making rash commitments with people. That it would only lead to trouble. She had tears on her face and was really embarrassed, but wouldn’t say more. I wasn’t too clear on her meaning, but I just let it go. I had my ideas. That night I gave her the first hug I had ever given a Teacher and she let me. I did feel bad for her.
Every day after that I would talk with her and try to see what was happening. After a few weeks she told me one night what was wrong. She had indeed caught her husband messing around with someone. She just didn’t know what she was going to do. We were sitting on the bench in the middle of the tennis courts. It was late, after dark and no one was around, so I sat close to her and put my arm around her. She laid her head on my shoulder and cried for a while. I felt bad for her, but I was feeling like a King at the same time. It was hard to decide what to feel.
We became closer after that. I would stop by her classes even when I wasn’t scheduled. We played a lot of Tennis together. We started meeting on weekends for lunch. I was seriously crushing on her.
Then one night she whipped me badly in Tennis and when we were packed up to leave, she just walked right up to me and laid this big kiss right on my mouth. I just stood there. Shocked. I couldn’t say anything and that made her laugh. Then she did it again. After about the 3rd kiss, I got the hang of it and we ended up in a long make out session. Then we went home. No discussion. Nothing said at all. We just went home.
The next day she acted like everything was all normal. So I followed her lead. With one difference; I didn’t sleep at all. Hey, I was a teenage boy and a very sexy, sweet Teacher had kissed me. A lot. I didn’t sleep for a week.
Two nights later we played our usual set of Tennis. I was horrible. The hormones had me all screwed up. I think she knew it. When we were done playing, we sat in her car and it happened again. The kissing was heated to say the least. Then she said “C’mere”, got out of the car and led me to the grass along side the courts. She had a blanket and spread it out and we laid down and started making out again. It went much farther this time. We spent an hour or so there under the stars naked. It was unbelievable! Talk about a high school fantasy come true!
The relationship continued all that year. We met whenever we could and it just seemed like the natural thing to do. Of course, I couldn’t tell anyone, but I didn’t care a bit. I was in heaven. I had a school year full of nothing serious to do and a secret girlfriend with no strings sex. Totally fine with me. It never occurred to me that I might have just been her revenge on her husband. I wouldn’t have cared anyway.
When graduating time came, it was sad. She told me would have to stop. She was feeling a little guilty now and she also didn’t want to hole me back from any experiences I might have in college. The weekend after I graduated we met for the last time. It was sad but happy. Then I went away and got into the swing of life.
I did go back one time, about 5 years after graduating. I went to the school to see her and we talked for a little while. Apparently she and her husband were trying “for the third time to work things out” as she said. I didn’t press it. I got a hug and left. I haven’t seen nor heard from her since. Sometimes I do wonder how she is doing. I do know this much, she made my senior year quite memorable.
OK, you know the drill. I’ll write it, you tell me if it’s real or just plain old BS. This week’s post is called: Teacher’s Pet
If you’ve read last weeks post about the Teacher in High Scholl who was known for his philandering ways, you’ll see I mentioned the Art Teacher who was his wife. Well, this is “our” story.
I mentioned my artsy ways and that she was the most popular art teacher in school. For all three years in Senior High I had a class with her. My senior year I had three. The thing is, I was in advanced classes and by the time I was a senior, I had enough school credits to graduate. In the current system, I could have graduated in 11th grade and started college early. They didn’t do that back then. So my senior year consisted of one English class that was required of everyone and all the rest were electives. I had Spanish, 3 art classes, Drafting and Phys. Ed. Every day. It as a blast!
Well Ms. Leslie (not her real name) and I became quite close over the years. She always hand picked the students she wanted for working on special projects like Prom decorations, Homecoming decorations, etc… I was one of 3 she always had helping. She was also the Tennis coach and I was on the Tennis team. Sometimes we would stay late and play a few games after everyone had left. It was fun. (I never could beat her though.)
So shortly after the senior year started I was involved in a decorating committee meeting and Ms. Leslie seemed a bit off. She seemed distracted. (This was also shortly after last week’s BS Friday incident.) After the meeting I walked her to her car to see how she was and she started telling me that I should beware of making rash commitments with people. That it would only lead to trouble. She had tears on her face and was really embarrassed, but wouldn’t say more. I wasn’t too clear on her meaning, but I just let it go. I had my ideas. That night I gave her the first hug I had ever given a Teacher and she let me. I did feel bad for her.
Every day after that I would talk with her and try to see what was happening. After a few weeks she told me one night what was wrong. She had indeed caught her husband messing around with someone. She just didn’t know what she was going to do. We were sitting on the bench in the middle of the tennis courts. It was late, after dark and no one was around, so I sat close to her and put my arm around her. She laid her head on my shoulder and cried for a while. I felt bad for her, but I was feeling like a King at the same time. It was hard to decide what to feel.
We became closer after that. I would stop by her classes even when I wasn’t scheduled. We played a lot of Tennis together. We started meeting on weekends for lunch. I was seriously crushing on her.
Then one night she whipped me badly in Tennis and when we were packed up to leave, she just walked right up to me and laid this big kiss right on my mouth. I just stood there. Shocked. I couldn’t say anything and that made her laugh. Then she did it again. After about the 3rd kiss, I got the hang of it and we ended up in a long make out session. Then we went home. No discussion. Nothing said at all. We just went home.
The next day she acted like everything was all normal. So I followed her lead. With one difference; I didn’t sleep at all. Hey, I was a teenage boy and a very sexy, sweet Teacher had kissed me. A lot. I didn’t sleep for a week.
Two nights later we played our usual set of Tennis. I was horrible. The hormones had me all screwed up. I think she knew it. When we were done playing, we sat in her car and it happened again. The kissing was heated to say the least. Then she said “C’mere”, got out of the car and led me to the grass along side the courts. She had a blanket and spread it out and we laid down and started making out again. It went much farther this time. We spent an hour or so there under the stars naked. It was unbelievable! Talk about a high school fantasy come true!
The relationship continued all that year. We met whenever we could and it just seemed like the natural thing to do. Of course, I couldn’t tell anyone, but I didn’t care a bit. I was in heaven. I had a school year full of nothing serious to do and a secret girlfriend with no strings sex. Totally fine with me. It never occurred to me that I might have just been her revenge on her husband. I wouldn’t have cared anyway.
When graduating time came, it was sad. She told me would have to stop. She was feeling a little guilty now and she also didn’t want to hole me back from any experiences I might have in college. The weekend after I graduated we met for the last time. It was sad but happy. Then I went away and got into the swing of life.
I did go back one time, about 5 years after graduating. I went to the school to see her and we talked for a little while. Apparently she and her husband were trying “for the third time to work things out” as she said. I didn’t press it. I got a hug and left. I haven’t seen nor heard from her since. Sometimes I do wonder how she is doing. I do know this much, she made my senior year quite memorable.
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Happy Birthday Ian
Today is Ian’s birthday. Everyone go over and wish him a happy birthday. For my part, I’ll be wishing him a happy birthday the Seinfeld way.
"Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year’s gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge with each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it’s not meant to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably. Irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing."
"Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year’s gone by and how little we’ve grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge with each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it’s not meant to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably. Irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing."
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Stay Away From The Dark Side
I have to admit something; I am having a hard time adjusting to the new job. The problem? It's a real facility with real professional people with real enthusiasm and real goals. The program has a plan for the future and it is actually ahead of schedule thanks to the right people being hired and they themselves carefully screening their new hires, adding more good people. Basically, it sucks.
You see, here's the problem. I came from a place that was/is the exact opposite. A badly managed, run down facility where only the dopes and a-holes stay with a very few good people carrying the load for them. The place has no structure, no plan and tons of untapped potential. It's basically a wasteland. The turnover is tremendous. It was great.
The real truth is this, once you live unstructured, undisciplined and free to do as you please, it's very hard to go back to the real world. I left a well structured job, went to the place where it was basically a free-for-all and now I'm trying to go back to a well structured existence. It's very hard.
It's like this, if a nice innocent person never experiences the wild side of life, they are blissfully unaware of what they aren’t missing. But if they experience a little wild life, they get the itch. It doesn't go away. "Once you start down the dark path Luke...." Even if the innocent that has been a little wild tries to go back to their innocent lifestyle, they are not satisfied. They know that something more exciting is out there. They are never the same.
That's how I am at the new job. I went from doing my own thing and making my own schedules with no one questioning me (ever) to a structured day with plans and goals and expected results. I am having a hard time with this. It is a struggle.
I guess I just need to buckle down and bear with it. Maybe I can re-learn to be a semi-professional employee again. I hope so. But for right now, I’m more than a bit frustrated.
A word of advice... stay away from the dark side if you plan on being able to step back into the real world again someday.
You see, here's the problem. I came from a place that was/is the exact opposite. A badly managed, run down facility where only the dopes and a-holes stay with a very few good people carrying the load for them. The place has no structure, no plan and tons of untapped potential. It's basically a wasteland. The turnover is tremendous. It was great.
The real truth is this, once you live unstructured, undisciplined and free to do as you please, it's very hard to go back to the real world. I left a well structured job, went to the place where it was basically a free-for-all and now I'm trying to go back to a well structured existence. It's very hard.
It's like this, if a nice innocent person never experiences the wild side of life, they are blissfully unaware of what they aren’t missing. But if they experience a little wild life, they get the itch. It doesn't go away. "Once you start down the dark path Luke...." Even if the innocent that has been a little wild tries to go back to their innocent lifestyle, they are not satisfied. They know that something more exciting is out there. They are never the same.
That's how I am at the new job. I went from doing my own thing and making my own schedules with no one questioning me (ever) to a structured day with plans and goals and expected results. I am having a hard time with this. It is a struggle.
I guess I just need to buckle down and bear with it. Maybe I can re-learn to be a semi-professional employee again. I hope so. But for right now, I’m more than a bit frustrated.
A word of advice... stay away from the dark side if you plan on being able to step back into the real world again someday.
The Best Laid Plans...
Last night I was home alone for the evening. I love those times when I have the place to myself! I am still feeling sick, ever since Monday, so I was looking forward to a nice, quiet evening. Naturally it wasn't to be.
I decided to go ahead and take out the trash and take care of the Kitty stuff so I could relax. Well, I managed to slosh my Cherry Pepsi over the coffee table, spill the dirty cat litter all over the kitchen floor & drop the garbage bag in the breezeway. Junk everywhere. I could see that this wasn't going to be a typical evening.
Finally, after cleaning up the messes and getting ready to settle down with my lovely KFC dinner, the stupid phone rings. Me, being me, I looked at the caller ID and didn't recognize the number, so I ignored it. Shortly after this, the phone rings again. This time it was a friend, but I wasn't finished with dinner, so I waited and called him back a few minutes later. Afterward, I didn't even get upstairs to clean up before the stupid phone was ringing again. This time I didn't even bother to look. Screw that stupid phone.
I got back downstairs and got ready to watch The Warriors, the Director's version, (which is awesome, btw) and it hadn't even started when the doorbell was ringing.
Now I was cussing. I went upstairs to find that the guy who had sold us the bathroon stuff (new fixtures, tub, etc....) was there to do a follow-up. Did we like the install? Are we satisfied? All that stuff. Then he goes into his spiel about referrals and would I write him a letter of recommendation. That stuff. All I wanted was for him to leave. Basically, I told him I was not feeling well and maybe I would do it for him this week. In my mind I was saying "Just get out!"
So finally after I got rid of him, I managed to see The Warriors. It has always been one of my favorites anyway. I saw it 3 weekends in a row when it was new in the theatres. If you haven't seen it, check it out.
The night didn't turn out to be as relaxing as I had hoped, but at least the end was good. Now I have to go to the new job feeling like a big balloon is stuck up my nose. This should be a fun day. Wheee!
I decided to go ahead and take out the trash and take care of the Kitty stuff so I could relax. Well, I managed to slosh my Cherry Pepsi over the coffee table, spill the dirty cat litter all over the kitchen floor & drop the garbage bag in the breezeway. Junk everywhere. I could see that this wasn't going to be a typical evening.
Finally, after cleaning up the messes and getting ready to settle down with my lovely KFC dinner, the stupid phone rings. Me, being me, I looked at the caller ID and didn't recognize the number, so I ignored it. Shortly after this, the phone rings again. This time it was a friend, but I wasn't finished with dinner, so I waited and called him back a few minutes later. Afterward, I didn't even get upstairs to clean up before the stupid phone was ringing again. This time I didn't even bother to look. Screw that stupid phone.
I got back downstairs and got ready to watch The Warriors, the Director's version, (which is awesome, btw) and it hadn't even started when the doorbell was ringing.
Now I was cussing. I went upstairs to find that the guy who had sold us the bathroon stuff (new fixtures, tub, etc....) was there to do a follow-up. Did we like the install? Are we satisfied? All that stuff. Then he goes into his spiel about referrals and would I write him a letter of recommendation. That stuff. All I wanted was for him to leave. Basically, I told him I was not feeling well and maybe I would do it for him this week. In my mind I was saying "Just get out!"
So finally after I got rid of him, I managed to see The Warriors. It has always been one of my favorites anyway. I saw it 3 weekends in a row when it was new in the theatres. If you haven't seen it, check it out.
The night didn't turn out to be as relaxing as I had hoped, but at least the end was good. Now I have to go to the new job feeling like a big balloon is stuck up my nose. This should be a fun day. Wheee!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
More Goofy Jokes
I'll be locked away from the world again today for more training so I thought I'd post the last of the goofy jokes I have saved. No, I can't resist them.
This is just my way to help you through your day.
Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?
Because They Have Big Fingers
Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?
Because It Scares The Dog
What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?
Sanka
What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?
The Location Of The Dirt Bag
Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?
Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat
What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer, and a Bad Skydiver?
A Bad Golfer Goes ... Whack, "Crap"!
A Bad Skydiver Goes . "Crap"!, Whack!
How are a Texas Tornado & A Tennessee Divorce The Same?
Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer!!
This is just my way to help you through your day.
Why Do Gorillas Have Big Nostrils?
Because They Have Big Fingers
Why Don't Blind People Like To Sky Dive?
Because It Scares The Dog
What Kind Of Coffee Was Served On The Titanic?
Sanka
What Is The Difference Between a Harley And a Hoover?
The Location Of The Dirt Bag
Why Did Pilgrims' Pants Always Fall Down?
Because They Wore Their Belt Buckle On Their Hat
What's The Difference Between a Bad Golfer, and a Bad Skydiver?
A Bad Golfer Goes ... Whack, "Crap"!
A Bad Skydiver Goes . "Crap"!, Whack!
How are a Texas Tornado & A Tennessee Divorce The Same?
Somebody's Gonna Lose A Trailer!!
Monday, November 14, 2005
A Post About Nothing
I just wanted to post something but I don't know what to post. So here's my post about nothing.
Was it good for you?
Was it good for you?
I Am A Superior Being
They say that everyone is the same. That there is no superior race. I have come to the conclusion that they lie. I know I am part of a superior race. I am one of the 'Good Driver' race.
I've realized this recently because I no longer travel on 3 lane highways. I now travel a lot of one lane-each direction roads before I hit a 2-lane highway. It's on these roads where I meet the inferior race. The dreaded "Stupid-ass Shitty Driver" race.
This world is full of these stupid-ass shitty drivers. They are everywhere. On the stupid narrow roads with no passing zones, they rule the road. Their stupidity and callous ways are on display every day on these horror filled roads. They drive so far below the speed limit that the speedometer has a hard time registering. They stray from their lanes like they are blind and they ride in the passing lane of the 2-lane highway like it is their own personal lolly-gag lane to heaven.
When I invariably get stuck behind one of these lesser beings, I do not feel pity. I do not feel compassion for their place beneath me in life. All I feel is anger and frustration and the yearning for a built in bazooka that pops out of the front of the car. Then I could clear the road of these vermin and send them back to the dung heap where they belong.
Yes, I guess I am a racist. I can't stand the "Stupid-ass Shitty Driver" race. But the powers that be have made it a crime to exterminate these losers, so I and others of my superior race of decent, good drivers will just have to suffer their existence.
I would love to never have to see another one of them again. I wish they would be extinct. I know that is wishful thinking. At least until they allow a day of 'open season hunting' for the "Stupid-ass Shitty Drivers", we are all doomed. But when that day comes, I will be the first in line for my hunting license and I will have the best time committing genocide on a race that truly needs to be exterminated.
The problem is, I know exactly where they will be today. Directly in front of me the whole time I'm on the road. I am doomed to see yet another one in front of me today, and the day after that, and the day after that.....
Oh well, time to go......
I've realized this recently because I no longer travel on 3 lane highways. I now travel a lot of one lane-each direction roads before I hit a 2-lane highway. It's on these roads where I meet the inferior race. The dreaded "Stupid-ass Shitty Driver" race.
This world is full of these stupid-ass shitty drivers. They are everywhere. On the stupid narrow roads with no passing zones, they rule the road. Their stupidity and callous ways are on display every day on these horror filled roads. They drive so far below the speed limit that the speedometer has a hard time registering. They stray from their lanes like they are blind and they ride in the passing lane of the 2-lane highway like it is their own personal lolly-gag lane to heaven.
When I invariably get stuck behind one of these lesser beings, I do not feel pity. I do not feel compassion for their place beneath me in life. All I feel is anger and frustration and the yearning for a built in bazooka that pops out of the front of the car. Then I could clear the road of these vermin and send them back to the dung heap where they belong.
Yes, I guess I am a racist. I can't stand the "Stupid-ass Shitty Driver" race. But the powers that be have made it a crime to exterminate these losers, so I and others of my superior race of decent, good drivers will just have to suffer their existence.
I would love to never have to see another one of them again. I wish they would be extinct. I know that is wishful thinking. At least until they allow a day of 'open season hunting' for the "Stupid-ass Shitty Drivers", we are all doomed. But when that day comes, I will be the first in line for my hunting license and I will have the best time committing genocide on a race that truly needs to be exterminated.
The problem is, I know exactly where they will be today. Directly in front of me the whole time I'm on the road. I am doomed to see yet another one in front of me today, and the day after that, and the day after that.....
Oh well, time to go......
Sunday, November 13, 2005
I Really Must Be Behind
I watched one of those countdown shows on VH1 recently and it made me realize that I have to be a bit behind the pop-culture thing somehow. It was a countdown of the 100 Greatest Moments in Entertainment or something like that. I just either didn’t feel like some of the things were all that great or I just never bothered to see some of the stuff they claimed were so awesome because I thought they looked boring.
I saw a few things I totally agreed with, like when Sheriff Brody saw the shark (Jaws) for the first time and it scared him. All he could say was “I think we need a bigger boat.” Great moment. And the moment at the end of Gone With the Wind; “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” I even agreed with the Thriller album and the video being super cool. I can’t stand Michael Jackson, but that moment in time was all his and it was great.
Some stuff I didn’t get were moments like the spot in the movie ET when they apparently flew on bicycles. I never saw ET. I never even had the inclination to see it. It just looks stupid to me.
I also never saw the Godfather. None of them. They are movies I would like to see someday, but I’m not too worried if I don’t. I’ve also never seen Scarface all the way through even though I’ve always intended to. I don’t care for much, if anything, Disney and I think Survivor is stupid.
I have mentioned several times before how I really don’t get the whole Beatles thing either. (Yes Cindy Lou, I know you love them.) I just don’t think they were all that great. They were better separately. Of course they are now promoting Paul McCartney’s new album that I’m sure will be a major yawn-fest. He’s been boring since the 70’s. I think he needs to retire permanently.
Maybe I’m a goof or something but they ranked the movie “The Titanic” above the scene where Luke finds out that Darth Vader is his father. I don’t think so! How can that be more awesome? I knew the boat sank even before going to see the movie. They ranked Michael Jackson’s moon-walking on TV above the Seinfeld episode “The Contest”. Please! (Are you master of your domain?)
Oh well, I know it’s all subjective and everyone has their own opinions. Maybe I’m not so much into the pop-culture scene as I thought I was. Maybe that isn’t a bad thing. Maybe I just shouldn’t watch these darn ‘100 Greatest’ shows anymore since I get so confused as to how they rank them anyway.
I saw a few things I totally agreed with, like when Sheriff Brody saw the shark (Jaws) for the first time and it scared him. All he could say was “I think we need a bigger boat.” Great moment. And the moment at the end of Gone With the Wind; “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.” I even agreed with the Thriller album and the video being super cool. I can’t stand Michael Jackson, but that moment in time was all his and it was great.
Some stuff I didn’t get were moments like the spot in the movie ET when they apparently flew on bicycles. I never saw ET. I never even had the inclination to see it. It just looks stupid to me.
I also never saw the Godfather. None of them. They are movies I would like to see someday, but I’m not too worried if I don’t. I’ve also never seen Scarface all the way through even though I’ve always intended to. I don’t care for much, if anything, Disney and I think Survivor is stupid.
I have mentioned several times before how I really don’t get the whole Beatles thing either. (Yes Cindy Lou, I know you love them.) I just don’t think they were all that great. They were better separately. Of course they are now promoting Paul McCartney’s new album that I’m sure will be a major yawn-fest. He’s been boring since the 70’s. I think he needs to retire permanently.
Maybe I’m a goof or something but they ranked the movie “The Titanic” above the scene where Luke finds out that Darth Vader is his father. I don’t think so! How can that be more awesome? I knew the boat sank even before going to see the movie. They ranked Michael Jackson’s moon-walking on TV above the Seinfeld episode “The Contest”. Please! (Are you master of your domain?)
Oh well, I know it’s all subjective and everyone has their own opinions. Maybe I’m not so much into the pop-culture scene as I thought I was. Maybe that isn’t a bad thing. Maybe I just shouldn’t watch these darn ‘100 Greatest’ shows anymore since I get so confused as to how they rank them anyway.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
All Babies Are Beautiful?
They say all babies are beautiful.
I have always had a different opinion about that.
I have always had a different opinion about that.
BS Friday Answer
Time for the truth about the BS Friday story. The truth is..... it is mostly a big fat lie. Some elements are true but mostly it’s not.
The first 4 paragraphs are true. The cliques and the plan to broadcast something funny did happen. We just never got around to it.
The part about the stripper party was semi-true. It happened but we weren’t there. The Teacher sleeping with the ex-student who was a stripper was a big rumor mostly because he did get busted with another Teacher. His wife was also the Art teacher I referred to. I benefited from her husband being a butthead, but that is a story for another day.
One other thing, somewhere in all my old junk around here is one of the autographed pictures that the stripper girl signed for “The Boys in the Lounge”. That is how she signed it. My sister knew her. She said the girl graduated 2 years ahead of her. I haven’t thought about that pic. for a long time. Who knows, maybe she’s a famous porn star now? I could sell it for a few bucks. If I can find it again.
Thanks to everyone who played along.
The first 4 paragraphs are true. The cliques and the plan to broadcast something funny did happen. We just never got around to it.
The part about the stripper party was semi-true. It happened but we weren’t there. The Teacher sleeping with the ex-student who was a stripper was a big rumor mostly because he did get busted with another Teacher. His wife was also the Art teacher I referred to. I benefited from her husband being a butthead, but that is a story for another day.
One other thing, somewhere in all my old junk around here is one of the autographed pictures that the stripper girl signed for “The Boys in the Lounge”. That is how she signed it. My sister knew her. She said the girl graduated 2 years ahead of her. I haven’t thought about that pic. for a long time. Who knows, maybe she’s a famous porn star now? I could sell it for a few bucks. If I can find it again.
Thanks to everyone who played along.
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