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A Friendly Goodbye
Bowling For Soup

(Freeze Frame)

I could lay it on real thick
'Cause I know how you don't like to get bogged down
With anything 'bout us
And our kick ass true love tale
Sorry I swore just then
Cause I know you hate it
And by the way that cake you baked me really sucked
But I ate it

Cause I loved you
Even more that you could ever imagine
Here's a friendly goodbye
5,6,7

Ain't that a "b" with an itch
Ain't that a mother trucker
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks
And f yourself
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the "s" words you put me through
So f-u
F-u

I can hang it out to dry
Cause I know how you like all your laundry neat
And not just thrown around
Like a chain saw in need of juggling
Sorry I flipped you off cause I know
How you hate it
And that homemade porn I said that I erased
Well, I saved it

Cause I loved you
Even more that you could ever imagine
Here's a friendly goodbye
5,6,7

Ain't that a "b" with an itch
Ain't that a mother trucker
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks
And f yourself
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the "s" words you put me through
So f-u
F-U
F-U
F-U
And the horse you "R"'d in on

I'll send you a post card that says
I'm glad you're not here
I'll buy you a t-shirt
But I'll use it to wipe up the beer
That I spilled
While I was spilling my guts
To my friends about you
And I really don't have anything else nice to say
But F-U
F-U

5,6,7

Ain't that a "b" with an itch
Ain't that a mother trucker
You can go to h-e-double hockey sticks
And f yourself
Cause I'm flippin' gosh darn sick
Of all the "s" words you put me through
So f-u
F-u

Thanksgiving 2009

Today is NOT a day to be stroppy or whinge about things.

Compared to so very many, I have a lot to be thankful for, and I am.

I am especially thankful for YOU (yes You) dear reader.

An open letter to the powers that be

Dear Universe,

While I understand that life is not fair and happiness is not promised to anyone, I would think that if things are arbitrary and indiscriminate that at least SOME good would show up on my radar. I’m beginning to think that you are purposely and deliberately trying to break me.

Now, I’m quite grateful that I have my health (such as it is) and that no ill has befallen any of my loved ones, so don’t think I’m being unappreciative or petty when I say the following…

Quit it!

If you want to hear me say you win, then fine. “You win!”

“You’re the big winner! You’re better than me! You’re great and I suck!”

Happy?

Come on already, turn your attention elsewhere and give me a break for once, will you? You’ve already broken my spirit and my will. I don’t know what else you want from me.

So, in conclusion: You win, I give up. “Uncle!” Kindly cease and desist from you persistent and pernicious behaviour towards me as I have nothing left with which to oppose.

Warm regards,

Me

P.S. If you happen to talk to Santa Claus, would you be kind enough to forward him the following list on my behalf?

Dear Santa,

I don’t know how good I’ve been this year, but all things considered, I’d wager I rank in the top half at least. In light of this, I hope you look favorably on the possibility of granting any and/or all of the below wishes:

1. Please keep my family and friends happy and healthy
2. Please send someone special my way. If I screw it up, so be it, but at least give me the opportunity.
3. Please find me a career, or short of that at least a job that I can hang on to for a while that pays enough for me to meet my expenses and maybe a little left over to give #2 above a fighting chance.
4. You can put this one in the ‘greedy S.O.B.’ department if you’d like, but they say if you don’t ask, you don’t get so… make it so I can feel what happy is again.

Seasons greetings,

Me

Monday, again....(again?)

It seems like it was JUST Monday and yet here we are again.

In my now typically productive manner, I've managed to sleep away the entirety of the few daylight hours. Which means I'll probably be up until the wee hours (which are the "wee hours" anyway?) again, playing useless games on the internet or something equally as unproductive, I'm sure.

So it would seem today's theme is 'productivity'. After a brief perusal of the interweb-thingy for pictures related to today's theme, I've discovered that Productivity should not be confused with Activity. There was even an article called "10 Ways For Productive Procrastination"! Apparently, I'm doing it all wrong.

It is as if my life has been put on pause and I can't find the button to un-pause it.

Suggestions?

Wednesday - November 18

Made it to the gym today. Intermediate workout (Chest, Shoulders, Biceps), but no run.

I applied for about a zillion jobs online. I've stopped bothering to read the job requirements and have simply applied to any job at 'Jobs in Logistics.com' that are geographically convenient.

Not much more to say at the moment.

Tuesday - November 11: Miscellany

The weigh in was a bit disappointing. It seems I've gained back about 5lbs. :( But fear not, as this new push toward fitness will see it melt back off soon enough I'm sure.

The bathroom scale tells me I'm 245lbs, so I want to lose at least 25 more. At that point, I shall reevaluate to see if there's more to lose or if I can move on to the maintenance portion of my fitness regimen. Measurements: Neck 18", Chest 47-1/2", Waist 42" (But I wear size 38 jeans???), Bicep 15-1/2", Thigh 25", Calf 17".

In my dream world, the final measurements should be as follows: Neck 18", Chest 52", Waist 36", Bicep 18", Thigh 27", Calf 18". I remember reading a long time ago, that there was some 'golden ratio' type proportion that the Romans considered "perfect". I can't recall anything other than the bit where it was said that Neck, Bicep and Calf should all be the same. That seems good enough for me.

I did NOT make it to the gym yesterday (Monday), but I did run on the treadmill while watching House M.D., so I'm taking partial credit for the day. In a bit, I'm off to the gym on this rainy Tuesday and shall punish my body accordingly for my poor start.

Updates to follow.

At This Moment

What did you think I would do at this moment
When you're standing before me
With tears in your eyes


Trying to tell me that you have found you another
and you just don't love me no more

What did you think I would say at this moment
When I'm faced with the knowledge
That you just don't love me


Did you think I would curse you
Or say things to hurt you
'cause you just don't love me no more

Did you think I could hate you
Or raise my hands to you
Now come on you know me too well
How could I hurt you when darling I love you

and you know I'd never hurt you-oo-wo-oo-o-o-o...

What do you think I would give at this moment
If you'd stay I'd subtract twenty years from my life
I'd fall down on my knees

and kiss the ground that you walk on
If I could just hold you again

I'd fall down on my knees
and kiss the ground that you walk on baby
If I could just hold you


If I, could just hold you

If I
If I could just hold you...



...again

Sunday - November 11

It's just not possible that after lounging and napping ALL DAY that I'm actually TIRED! Time to make some coffee.

Tomorrow, I have an appointment with a councilor at the local community college to help me determine what course of continuing education classes would be best for me. Since the job hunt has been less than fruitful the last NINE MONTHS, I'm thinking of learning how to be an IT/Network/Security something-or-other. My concern is that although I'm confident that I can learn the skills, without experience I won't fare much better finding work in that field either. I'd love to hear your suggestions and advice for a career change and starting over in the middle of my life (hopefully the middle, eh?)

Meanwhile, I've been quite the slacker at getting to the gym. While I'm quite chuffed (am I using that right?) about the 20 lbs or so that I've lost and kept off, I'd like to lose at least another 20. So, beginning tomorrow, I'm rededicating myself to getting to the gym every weekday and plan to update you all to keep me at my word.

We'll call tomorrow Day One, shall we? I'll weigh myself and take measurements and we'll follow along together until I get to the Jason Statham-like physique I'm hoping for (HA!). I mean, he's only four years younger than me, right?

Friday - November 13

After quite the hiatus, I thought I'd give my blonk another go, perhaps having something noteworthy or at least entertaining to say.

To get you all (all...ha!) up to speed on my time away from the keyboard, I thought I'd summarize 2009 for you to date, but as I began, I noticed the bleak, self-pitying tone and thought better of it.

A commercial for something or other was just on the TV, stating that, "there are few guarantees in life". How very true that is, with happiness NOT being among those spare gifts promised. So I ask you, dear readers, what is the ratio of happiness to non-happiness acceptable to you? How many hours, days, weeks and/or months of loss, dejection, regret, remorse, tears and pain are you willing to accept and for what portion of bliss, joy, rapture and happiness?