Snazzy's Back!!! and her front too!!!!

Today is the last day I can say " I am in my 30's". Guess what I got for my 40th Birthday? Walking pnuemonia and pink eye!!! Whoot, whoot!!!

I feel much better today! A good nights sleep and things are more in perspective.

I am taking my daughter to A Bee Movie this weekend. We have bever been to a movie before, but she really wants to see it, so we will give it a shot. There is a matinee so hopefully she won't disturb anybody.

Man, I have been very down lately. Maybe it is the weather, or maybe it is my being ill, or maybe I am just a little lonely. I have been going on a lot of dates lately, but I just haven't meant anyone with whom I connect. I think I need to meet people with whom I have more in common. Where I would meet those people, I have no idea, but I am getting tired of going to the pub and should start going elsewhere.

Work is crazy and i am starting to get burned out, but since I am a consultant, I don't get paid for any time off. I don't even get paid for Christmas day! C'est la vie.

Really bad poetry time!

i was looking for a cable in my basement, when I found this poem I had written 20 years ago. I guess you could say I was little depressed at the time.

The Dove

I am Prometheus
only it is not my liver
that is torn from my body
daily, it is my heart
Eagles do not feed
upon my flesh.
it is a dove. a bird
of beauty unrivaled
and graceful form. Each day
I await her coming, I yearn
to hear her sweet song,
to see her gentle wings.
Yet I know all it will cause
is pain, unmatched and eternal.
This bird of peace on love
knows what she does
and it causes her great sorrow.
But she does what she
must to retain her sanity.
As my bloody carcass hangs
manacled to the wall of despair
I know all of this to be true
and I weep for her anguish.
This knowledge is the salt
in my wounds, and everyday
more of my life blood
drains away. Soon I shall
have none left to bleed.
I am not a god, therefore
I shall die, but the pain,
the pain shall linger on.

Yikes! That is a bit dark. But I guess everyone is entitled to write one self pitying poem.

My drug story!

I no longer do drugs and I never did much to begin with. I would smoke pot when it was offered to me and I tried a few other things, but I never did a lot. That being said, this happened to me once upon a time.

When I was 16 and had my license for about 2 months a friend of mine asked me to drive him to a friend's house in St. Paul. After we get there, he asked me to wait outside for a minute and after about 5 minutes he comes out again. He tells me it is his dealer's house and we can go now. If he told me that in the first place I would have given him a ride, because I had to pay for the gas.

In an effort to soothe my annoyance, he pulls out a really thin joint and tells me it is such good pot, that you don't need a lot in a joint. He offers me some and I take a hit. (I didn't find out till many years later, that it was angel dust!) Jump forward in time 30 seconds... and I can't see straight.

I am at a stop light waiting to turn left and I never noticed the arrow was green, nor the line of cars honking behind me. My friends tell me to go and so I take off after the arrow has changed and directly in front of oncoming traffic. I proceed to drive over the divider and make it to the on-ramp.

Further on, I was driving 60 mph, when a stop light turns yellow. I slam on my brakes and slide all of the way through the intersection. Being as befuddled as I was, I put the car in reverse and back up through the intersection to wait for the light. I have no idea how I made it the next 20 miles to my hometown, but I did.

Once there, I was in the left hand lane of the main street when my friend says "Don't you want to turn here"? I just make a quick right hand turn from the left hand lane and in the process cut off an undercover cop. He has his lights flashing at me, but I never notice. My friend tells me, but I didn't understand what he was talking about.

After about a mile, it sinks into my brain that I need to pull over and I do so on a slight incline about 2 blocks from my house.

He gets up to my window and says menacingly, "Where did you learn to drive"? I, not realizing it was rhetorical, respond "Here". To which he replies angrily "Don't get smart with me young man"! He asks me several other questions, which I only sort of answer when he asks "Are you in a fog or what, Boy"? I do my best to look sad and whimper "No".

He takes my license (I just got the hard copy), and goes back to his car. I turn off the car and due to the fact that I never put the car in gear, it rolls back and hits his car! At this points I think you could safely say that I was freaking out.

After 10 minutes he comes back to my car and says "You are going to drive straight home and not go anywhere else. As long as there is no damage to my car, you won't here from me again." I can't believe it, but I am relieved. He gets into his car and backs up. I, being the idiot I am, I still hadn't put the car in gear and it rolls back and hits his car again! He just shakes his head.

He follows me the two blocks to my house and I go inside to try and sober up before my parents get home.

I still can't believe he let me go like that. I never drove under the influence ever again, because I was lucky I didn't kill anyone on my way home. Though now I can look back and laugh at it.

I started a new job last week and it is a little tedious right now, but part of my duties will be to find a way to automate the monotanous processes. It will be a good place to work.

I have been waiting for my O'connor belt buckle and pin for my kilt, but it keeps getting delayed in Scotland. It is getting a little cold to wear my kilt (my jumblies get a tad cold), but it is still comfortable.

I am excited because my favorite pub, Merlin's Rest (www.merlinsrest.com) is starting to serve breakfast begining Oct 20th. I haven't had baked beans and colcannon for breakfast in a long time, Yum.

Crap & double crap!! I didn't get the job I was hoping for. Oh well, there is always next time.

So this is weird. I haven't been dating for almost a year and now I just got my 4th date with 4 different women in the last week. What is up with that? All of the sudden they just keep asking me out. I guess the old addage of when it rains it pours holds true.

Woo hoo! She called and we have a date tomorrow. This is a good thing.