Sucker Punch

My favorite commercial from the super bowl.

running out of you… and the jerk store.

I should have asked you how your week has been. I’d get to hear you describe in detail and with an amount of color that you seldom hear from anyone else. I’d ask you about what you thought of the upcoming spring and how it almost seems to have already arrived. At some point I would ask you your thoughts on white pants for men. I could never say enough about your style, getting to hear your thoughts on men’s style would be enlightening. I’d probably wind up complaining about the curls that are forming in my hair. I’d fish for some sort of direction on where I should be going with it. Messy? Clean? Afro? I’d avoid talking about Saturday night unless you brought it up. I didn’t like being that drunk, and most definitely around you. You were such a pleasant surprise that night, and I felt like an idiot the next day. Even though I think I already know, I’d ask what your super bowl plans were. It would be fun to see you sharing your house with your friends and to see you excited about sports. Somewhere I promised I would make 7-layer dip. As I thought back to my super bowl party from last year, I remembered how much everyone loved my friend’s dip. Random, but true. I’d ask you what you did with your nephew throughout the day. It would make me smile to hear about you your tales of swords, guns and explosions. I’d tell you about Wednesday’s Jazz game, the one against Portland that I got to go to. We’d have passionate discussions about CJ Miles playing minutes and Memhet’s performance. I’d ask if you downloaded the rest of the Russian Red album and what you thought of the Cyndi Lauper cover song at the end. If you hadn’t heard it, I’d demand that I send it to you right away. At some point I’d probably let it slip that I’ve missed you, not because I’ve been too busy to tell you, but because you deserve to know.

Protected: iQuestion – Part 1 – Draft

a past at last

Since bringing my old computer to work I’ve been finding all this old stuff from what seems like previous lives. It’s so exciting to look back on things that I have said and think fondly of the particular moment. Knowing how beautiful my life is right now and knowing what has transpired to get me here makes me nothing short of ecstatic. I don’t say it nearly enough, but I love you all beyond belief. All the lurkers, all the readers, all the friends. You are all so wonderful.

February 4th 2008:

I’m very much floating in an ocean right now. I can smell and feel the salt on my lips, I’m bobbing up and down and the previous shore is far enough away that I’m satisfied with my progress. Here I am trying to swim to the next island, away from the last one, but these waves keep breaking on me, pushing me not closer to this other island, but push me closer to the last one. I hurry and swim away before it’s too late, before the previous beach looks remotely apetizing. I’m not really worried about the waves that distract me from my goal, I’m not worried about getting blown back to the previous island, but I am worried that when I get to the next shore I’ll be too tired from all this swimming to make the most of it.

Why did you say so

I love my job. There are few things in my life that I love more than my job. I have a tremendous amount of freedom in the diversity of the work I do and I have a tremendous amount of freedom when I’m allowed to do it.

I got an e-mail at 2:21AM that I had to respond to immediately so now I’m up. This is the nature of how I work. My biological clock doesn’t usually get me up until at least 4AM so I thought I would kill a little awake time with my news reader.

Have you ever had those people you’re just drawn to? It’s like, despite everything, you can’t help but want to be around them? kRob is one of those people for me. Somebody I’ve known for almost 4 years now. We have the same birthday and despite living in separate states we’ve always managed to remain good friends.

Last week it was making a cup of coffee and virtually sending it to Kristi cause she sucks at making coffee. Last night was letting my friend come over to watch the Jazz game only to have him dump his dog on me so he could go see a Sundance movie. I could go on but I won’t.

So this doesn’t get long I’ll just say that it’s nice to get some words of affirmation for a change. Lately I have been giving so much of myself to my friends and have felt a little lost in doing so. It’s time for a bit more me time.