Monday, April 13, 2015, 5:35 pm
Today, I learned what pepitas are.
The more you know!
Today, I learned what pepitas are.
The more you know!
I’m just going to leave this here and see how it lands:
You should be in a relationship with someone because they make you a better person by being with them.
Tonight, I celebrate, for today marks the end of my 100 days off Facebook experiment.
In December, I was going through a lot in my life, and really didn’t need the noise that Facebook was providing... especially the stuff that makes it less fun than it was when it was all college students. The activism, the pity parties, the baby pictures, the videos (any video).
I decided I didn’t need any of it. So, I quit.
I quit with the intent of staying away for ninety days. Somewhere around halfway, I figured that if I can avoid it for ninety, I can surely do a hundred.
The first week was surreal. It almost felt like something was missing in my life. Like a friend... but not necessarily a friend that you spend a lot of time with. Maybe an acquaintance you’re fond of.
Then the occasional random texts started appearing: how did you miss this event? you didn’t know I’m single? happy birthday.
And the: is everything ok?
Now, I question how strongly I want to rejoin. Overall, I think it was a good cleanse that everyone should do now and then. While I don’t miss the drama nor the videos, there are a few Facebook friends I miss.
Maybe a few that Mr. Kite misses too.
So, today I’ll be logging back in, knowing that the next break will be for 180 days (or 200?).
We’ll see how it goes. It has been a peaceful 100 days, 7 hours & 5 minutes.
This morning I awoke from a dream in which I was talking with a group of girls about names for parts of our bodies.
In the dream, I referred to my penis as Mr. Kite. This grabbed the attention of both Beatles fans and non-Beatles fans alike.
I explained to one girl who looked puzzled that Mr. Kite was capable of taking her to heights she’d never before imagined.
Now that I’m awake, it seems like a pretty solid conversation piece.
So, join me tonight, where Mr. K will perform “his tricks without a sound.”
Today, I received an email that caused me to do a double-take. The email was for a newsletter and contained a list of topics the newsletter covered... including how to “Fire Proof Your Prom,” which gave me a chuckle. Maybe it shouldn’t have.
I guess I didn’t realize that was a thing... outside of the mind of Stephen King and the minds of anyone who’s read the book or seen the movies.
Now I’m curious... is this a statistic? And should I feel ashamed that an unsolicited piece of email inspired me to write about it? And to click through?
I haven’t clicked through yet, but I’m afraid I must...
Over the last few weeks, I’ve rediscovered the music of Bruce Springsteen. Not sure what took so long.
I remember my first exposure to “The Boss” was the music video for “Dancing in the Dark,” complete with future friend, Courteney Cox.
Born in the USA was one of the first albums I purchased when I was young, and I still enjoy listening to it on occasion... yet I never ventured beyond that album.
Now, I’ve got all of his early work riding with me in the car. The songwriting is incredible, and I’m surprised how much it speaks to me. Darkness on the Edge of Town and Tunnel of Love seem to be played more frequently than the rest.
The Boss is restoring my love for great songwriting and solid rock music.
I have finally been assaulted by my poor dental habits.
Last week, I broke a tooth. Interestingly, it’s not a painful experience at all. I have broken teeth in the past, yet I haven’t had one tip me to the point of getting it “taken care of.”
This one, upon the next break, threatens my vanity... my ego. Who knew?
Because of the state of neglect with my dental hygiene, I’ve considered having work done. I am convinced that having the work done will do wonders for how I feel. Maybe even how I feel about life in general.
So, this is the next step of my journey. We’ll see what can be done, and hopefully not spend a colossal amount of money getting it done.
It’s got to be a better alternative than “hockey mouth.” Especially since I don’t skate well enough to pass myself off as a hockey player... which is too bad. That could have been a fun story!
It occurred to me today, that no one wins at the game of life.
No one can escape their eventual fate.
So, why play?
Maybe I don’t get it...
Is this a profitable venture?
Now, I’ll admit, I’m using men’s shampoo. However, I found it on the shelf at Big Lots, so I figured maybe it was being phased out because product wasn't moving.
Follow my thoughts for a second. Many guys I know have short hair, like me. So, if I buy a 64 oz. bottle of shampoo... and use a dollop about the size of a dime (or a nickel) every day... it’s still going to be months before I get through the bottle and need to get another.
Women generally have a lot more hair, and conceivably use a lot more shampoo... so the big bottles last maybe six weeks... tops?
And men generally aren’t picky about the shampoo they use. When I’m in a woman’s shower, I’ll even occasionally pick one that smells nice.
So, I’m just curious how successful men’s shampoo truly is...
I’m in a rut. This morning, on the drive to work, I was thinking about what I do. About starting over. Wondering how to start over. Is it possible?
Steve Jobs is credited with saying this:
“When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: ‘If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.’ It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: ‘If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?’ And whenever the answer has been ‘no’ for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.”
I’m there. I know I need to change something.
During and after university, I chose a path that was easy. I do what I’m good at, but not necessarily something I enjoy. Now I feel like I’m trapped against a glass ceiling and that I’m sitting on the sidelines watching my dreams die.
I don’t want my dreams to die. I don’t want to accept that “the world needs ditch diggers too.”
But where do I find the confidence to take the leap of faith?