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Friday, August 25, 2006

I AM SO EXCITED!! Tomorrow morning I will be on a plane, bound for Orlando, where I will get to see one of my best friends, Ashley. She is one of the funniest people I know and she thinks I am funny too.

This week I was cracking myself up--alot. Everything I did made me laugh, no matter how ridiculous it was.

How did I get this goofy?

Last night, my 90 year old dad was reminiscing about when I was little and all the things I did growing up--learning to ski shortly after learning to walk, riding horses, fishing, learning to shoot a rifle at 6 (I am a crack shot now--with both pistol and rifle), helping to build two houses and he made the comment-"You had a pretty good life growing up, didn't you?" I have the feeling that my older brother generated that comment. You see, he is a bitter son-of-a-bitch and I don't mean his mother is horrible (we have the same dad--different moms). He is mean and vindictive and thinks everyone but him is a dumbass. He and I evidently had "different" fathers, but I believe your life experience is what you make it. Yes, some people had horrible childhoods, but it's what you do with the experience that shapes you.

My dad said his regret was that he didn't get a high school education and I told him--Dad, that wasn't an option for you. You had to help your family and you're a pretty smart guy. I had the opportunity for an education. I got my undergrad paid for by his GI money. My graduate degree, my employer paid for and my doctorate was on me. But the opportunity presented itself. I told him that I would never have seen me at this point when I graduated from high school. At the conference, I will be recognized (along with several others) by the Asst. Secretary of Labor for my mentoring and outreach activities. People at the national OSHA office, know me by name and face. I am on a first name basis with the Regional Administrator in my region. Never would I have seen this when I was attending K-12 in the same building with less than 500 other kids.

Anyway--back to the conference--not only it is alot of fun, but I have the opportunity to network and see friends that I only see a couple of times a year. Plus one of my best friends will be there to share it with me. And will finally understand what it is I do for a living.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

KEEPING SECRETS

I'm good at it. I know several which might be fodder for the best kind of gossip, but I refuse to tell anyone.

Some of the secrets I know are just plain weird shit about people, but I wouldn't pass it on because they might be ridiculed and as they are my friends, I wouldn't want that to happen to them. Unless of course, it is me doing the ridiculing, in which case, they are going to have all of that they can stand.

Some of the secrets I know could be life changing/destroying, but I won't tell those either. Not even in a fit of anger. I figure people know they can trust me or they are comfortable enough with me having the information.

And some of the secrets I have are just plain fun to keep. Some people know them because it was my secret to share, but most don't and if they don't, it's just fun for me to keep them guessing.

I'm headed off to my favorite conference next week. It won't be nearly as much fun without my playmates, but I have made special arrangements so that they will not be left out. This conference was life changing for me last year and perhaps it will be again this year in ways I hadn't thought of.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

I am just too lazy to have a great blog I guess. It's been almost a month since my last update. I'm always bitching at others to keep their blog updated, but no one bitches at me. Speaking of bitches--I have PMS and I can feel the bitch rising inside me.

Last night I got another form from some arbitration company, concerned that my surgery was needed because of an "accident" that someone else may be financially responsible for. Now, it wouldn't have pissed me off nearly as much, but I think I have filled out the form at least 2 times. Once for sure. So, I got plenty pissed off and filled the form out in red pen, starting with THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I HAVE FILLED THIS FORM OUT--right by where it was stamped "second request".

I proceeded to fill in the rest of the form with "IT WAS A SPORTS INJURY" in every other space provided--even if it had nothing to do with the question at hand. A-holes.

Today, I was walking to the bathroom and some random thought popped into my head and pissed me off. I really hate this time of the month.

It's been about a year since I made the decision to leave a very dead relationship and while I've been a lot happier, I'm sort of at a crossroad about what to do next.

My job is precarious to say the least and personal relationships seem to have stalled. Normally with the personal stuff, I would just say eff it, but I made a promise and I think it would speak ill of my character if I said eff it. I think it's important to see it through and I think the other person involved is worth it. I just wish he would tell me he is instead of leaving me to wonder.

I believe you are led down certain paths. And what you choose to do along those paths is up to you. 5 years ago, I would never have seen this and even if I did--I'm not sure that I would have chosen to do what I have chosen.

On the bright side, my Pudge's team is in first place and I may get to see that man win another World Series before he retires.