Time to give thanks

I'm actually looking forward to Turkey day this year. Not to spend time with family. Not because of the home cooked meal. No... because it will actually force me to slow down my personal life for at least two days.

Okay, just one day because I already have plans for Friday night. But oh how I will appreciate that one day. It's my way of giving "thanks" to my body. And when I say body, I really mean liver.

Anything for You

I had a bunch of thoughts typed out, but decided that this section of song really expresses my mood better.


And I'd do anything for you
In spite of it all
I've learned so much from you
You made me strong
But don't you ever think that I dont love you
That for one minute I forgot you
But sometimes things dont work out right
And you just have to say goodbye

- Gloria Estefan

If only I had super powers...

You know what super power I wish I had? The ability to turn anything I touch into a steak. Wouldn't that be awesome? I'm hungry, let's turn this piece of paper into a steak. How about a snack? This pen magically turns into a steak.

Then again... I would have to stay away from Internet porn. And using the bathroom, that would totally suck. Never mind, I don't want that super power.

Do you really need both sides?

I should be sleeping right now. But I'm not. Why? I'm not sure. I have trained my body lately to use less sleep and still somewhat function.

Have you ever heard only one side of a conversation and created the other side in your head? I do that all the time. It makes my eavesdropping much more entertaining. Of course when the person is someone you know and may be talking about you... not so much fun.

My sanity requires both halves of the conversation. BOTH HALVES.

Why are you hiding?

So... my dog is starting to really freak me out now. For the last week, she has been hiding in her crate while at home. Instead of enjoying the wide open space of the apartment, she chooses to sit inside her small crate throughout the day.

She has this huge fear of flying insects. I don't know why, but she FREAKS out whenever there is a fly or mosquito around. So the first day she hid in her crate, I thought there was a flying insect somewhere. But we are on day six now and it is starting to get to me.

What the hell does she see or know that I don't know? They say that animals can sense things humans can not. I have always felt safe in my home, but now I'm getting a little unsettled. Stupid dog...

Was the secret ingredient whipping cream or sour cream?

Is it bad to call your ex-girlfriend just to get a recipe from her? What if you really, really liked the recipe and can't find it anywhere else?

I'm not going to do it. I would be an idiot, but it did make me think about all the things I should have written down WHILE I was in the relationship. I guess I would always assume that I would be in that relationship until the end of time, so there is no need to collect that information myself.

Um... yeah. Guess that didn't happen and now I'm going to have to wing it.

Tell you what, I'm definitely capturing any information down that I think is valuable in the future during my next relationship. Of course, I may seem a little crazy capturing all this information in a super secret notebook. If she ever found it, how do you explain that to her? "Oh, I'm just writing down all these cool recipes that you know just in case we ever break up."

I'm sure that will go over real well.

Weirdest Quote of the Day

"Bell Biv Devoe makes the hair on my balls stand up."

Just say it

No.

See, that wasn't that hard. Then why do I have such a hard time saying it sometimes?

Come On Get Higher

I miss the sound of your voice
Loudest thing in my head
And I ache to remember
All the violent, sweet
Perfect words that you said

If I could walk on water
If I could tell you what's next
I'd make you believe
I'd make you forget

- Matt Nathanson

Sometimes it just is what it is

You know what I hate? The Unknown.

I would rather feel bad about knowing something that I don't want to know, then feel unsure about the situation. So... now I know a lot about various situations around me. Do I feel better? Somewhat.

Some didn't turn out like I thought, but at least I know. The NOT knowing was killing me from the inside.

Do you know what I hate? Liver. I do, I can not eat it no matter what form it is served. Cold, hot, mashed, baked... I just can't eat liver. I have tried for decades, but it just won't happen. Life is the same way. Sometimes you just can't make things work, no matter how hard you try. You WANT it to work out, but it doesn't. No matter what you do, it will not work out.

Such drama in my life. I should have been an actor for a living. At least I could have been paid for all this drama.

See Daniel Run, Run Daniel Run

So... we had a bomb scare at work this morning. Not some phony bomb threat because there are exams today type of scare, but a true life bomb scare. There was a suspicious suitcase and some nut job mumbling something.

Anyway, I pull into the parking garage and the cops are running over to the street to stop traffic. I think nothing of it and pull into the garage. I park all the way on the 7th level (normal spot). As I get out, I look down to see what the cops were running towards. I notice that they blocked the street off in front of my work. I look at the other end of the street and it is also blocked off by police. That's when I notice the three unmarked white trucks. And next to them are the bomb guys suiting up the one officer. He is in full bomb gear from head to toe. He has this shield thing and everything.

That's when the thought hit me. This is a bomb scenario. Do I stay on this side of the street (parking garage side) or try to walk across to the other side (work side) with the bomb? I decided to stay on my side for a few minutes and see what happens. I watch and watch what seems like forever. There are people walking across the skybridge between the two sides like nothing is going on.

Um Hello... do you not see this guy in huge ass bomb gear on the street below? Surely you noticed the police cars all outside the building. Right?

Well you know what? Twenty minutes later, I got bored and ended up crossing over to the bomb side via the skybridge. I figured, "if it's my time, it's my time." Of course they wouldn't let anyone go up the elevators or stairs during the scare, so I was stuck there on the 2nd floor. And my dumb ass sat right next to the window where they were doing the bomb investigation.

Needless to say, it was nothing more than a suitcase full of stuff. What kind of stuff? I don't know because they hauled it away without showing us. I guess it didn't meet the requirements of a bomb.

I've always wondered if I was a fight or flight individual during a major disaster. I thought I was a fighter, but now I'm not so sure. Someone has to survive to tell the story, right?

Romeo and Juliety

So I have some friends that have come up with a new theory regarding my personal life. I have always thought about the type of women I have been attracted to in the past, but not looked that much pattern wise beyond the personalities. Perhaps there is more to it.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet."

Do you think there is some type of life force out there connected to each of our names? I have been called by my middle name way too many times to count. The funny part is that the people calling me by my middle name, did not know my middle name. They just said I looked like that name. That has always freaked me out to some extent.

Quote of the Day

"Poor Joe the Plumber, I guess it's back to plunging the toilet."

It comes down to this

So... by this time tomorrow, twenty months of excitement will be over. I hope I will be in a good mood and partying my butt off. It's either partying or running like mad avoiding the riots.

I don't really think there will be riots (he says as he is packing up canned goods and checking the gas in his car).

How does that saying go?

You made your bed and now you have to sleep in it.