New Freedonia

It was brought to my attention that I tend to complain or gripe a bit much on this blog. While I feel that is MY RIGHT (grumble-grumble), I thought I’d take a moment to review some of the good things in my life:

-My wife. The most wonderful and beautiful woman to walk to the face of the earth.

-My sons. I still cannot believe I have sons.

-My brother. ‘Nuff said.

-My friends. A few truly outstanding individuals that I would do anything for.

-My job(s). I have a primary gig that I really enjoy that allows me to do other things that are important to me.

-My wife’s job. It enables her to do so much that she loves.

So…good start?

My eyes really started bothering me this afternoon, and my glasses are all busted up. Of course, since it’s Labor Day, the Lens Crafters I usually go to has already closed for the day. My eyes are pretty swollen and painful right now, so there’s no way I’m popping contacts back into them. I have the fonts on the PowerBook set to “hella huge” so I can see them.

It’s…kind of funny when you think about it actually. Great timing on my part, eh?

Ben has a best friend who has a younger sister. I think she’s about the same age as Ben.

She’s a tag-along. She likes to be around the boys and play with them. Often times she’ll act out or do something “drastic” to get their attention when they’re not dealing with her as much as she’d like.

I’ve seen her break Ben’s stuff in the past. Perhaps out of spite, perhaps just to entertain herself. After all, not her stuff, right?

Well, now she’s gone and broken Ben’s computer.

Not only am I pissed, but Jo’s about as quietly angry as she gets.

The child is still walking with all her arms and legs intact. Thus, my restraint.

I know that some of it is due to the fact that our warehouse person decided to leave, but I am being afforded a new level of respect at the shop.

It’s kind of weird. When I started down this particular road, I didn’t think I’d be running things, it was a PT thing to get me out of the house and allow me time with the Boys.

Now, it’s more a job, but I’m enjoying it. A I have large amount of leeway in what I do, I have a small crew I run, I’m (mostly) given credit for my experience an intelligence.

An odd feeling.

It’s nice. I like the guy and I like what I’m doing. Been a long time since that’s happened. I’d still rather be working with my friends, but perhaps that’s still to come at some point.

An interesting agenda that I wish I could talk about. Some really fun people that I’ll be “working” with, all very open and friendly.

And hey, free coffee.