Keeping my head above water

Good Times.

Any time you meet a payment.

Good Times.

Any time you need a friend.

Good Times.

Any time you’re out from under.

Not getting hassled, not getting hustled.

Keepin’ your head above water,

Making a wave when you can.

Temporary lay offs.

Good Times.

Easy credit rip offs.

Good Times.

Scratchin’ and surviving.

Good Times.

Hangin in a chow line

Good Times.

Ain’t we lucky we got ’em

Good Times!

Times aren’t tough but boy are they ever busy.  Just wanted to chime in and say that everything’s alright and I’m alive and well.  Hopefully when I get a moment to breathe again I’ll write.  And then after that I’ll clean my apartment.  Catch up on my Scrabulous games.  Meet a friend for lunch or dinner.  Go out and be among the living.

One bright spot through all of this– it’s finally feeling like spring around here!!!

Clumsy Clumserson

Sometimes I hate being tall.

I feel like such a klutz sometimes.  It’s as if something is out of proportion with the rest of my body– aside from my expanding waistline.  My feet aren’t enormous: I wear a size 10 1/2 shoe.  But sometimes I feel like they are 10-ton weights being swung around at the end of 50-foot chains, crashing into everything– and everyone– around them.

Then there’s my arms.  They’re the only part of my body that remained long and lanky when the rest of my body “blossomed” into its full-figured glory back when I was in about 7th grade.  And because of this, they swing out of control and knock things over that any normal-proportioned person would have missed. 

For instance: Earlier this week I broke my desk chair.  I was simply preparing myself to sit in it when I broke the left arm off the chair.  SNAP.  It just came off in my hand.  And this isn’t the first time this has happened to me.  Oh no!  I’ve had it happen at least FIVE times since I started working here.  Our Office Services department has to think I’m a real rough-and-tumble type of guy.  But I’m not… I’m just clumsy.

Today when I got to work I bought a tall coffee (or “Venti” for you Starbucks-lovin’ types).  I don’t always get such a tall cup, but I needed it this morning.  Or so I thought.  I barely drank 1/3 of it, and left the rest to sit on my desk for the rest of the day.

So when I decided it was time to give up and dump it out, I reached for it, but reached just a bit too high.  I wrapped my long, lanky fingers around the plastic “sipper lid” and promptly popped it off the cup, which caused me to react in a surprised manner, which caused me to tip the entire cup over… all over the contents of my desk.

There was coffee everywhere.  My blotter calender was soaked and destroyed.  My cell phone was swimming in coffee.  And my rolodex was drenched in brown coffee drippings.

This is not an unusual occurrence for me.  I’m knocking bottles and cups and papers and pens around all the time.  I can’t seem to get a good grip on anything lately.  Maybe something is wrong with my hands… or maybe I’m just a massive klutz.

So call me what you want– Calamity Jane, Disastrous Denny, or just plain ol’ Wreck ‘Em Rick… I’m a Clumsy Clumserson.  If you see me coming down the street, you might just want to cross and walk down the other side. 

This has been a public service message courtesy of RcktMan’s Launching Pad.

My ass is kicked

Work has been brutal this week.  And it’s only going to get worse next week.

I’ve put it extra hours every day, with two 12-hour days to add to that.

So I apologize for not blogging much.  Honestly, when I get home from work lately, the last thing I want to do is hang out at my computer. 🙂

Not to say I haven’t wanted to post… I just haven’t had the energy to come up with anything.  I’m only posting now because I had a guest over and he only now just left. 

Yes, that kind of guest.  And don’t get all goofy on me.  It wasn’t all that great.  I thought the guy would NEVER LEAVE. 😛


I’m heading to Kenosha tomorrow morning. Yes, I said morning.  As in when my mom calls to wake me up and I get my ass out on the road. 

I just want to relax… It sucks being a responsible child.  But I gotta do it.

Anyway, just wanted to check in.  I’m here.  I’m alive.  And I’m going to bed.

Alone.  Finally!

PadCast #20: Gonna Make It After All

PadCast #20_ Gonna Make It After

Wow… PadCast Number Twenty!

I guess I did make it after all. Whee!!!!

Now on to more important things…

Today’s PadCast touches on these very important topics:

  • Jobs
  • Coincidences
  • Creeps
  • Pussies

You’ll find out what I mean when you hear the show.

And make sure you stick around afterward for an extra special interview!

Music:  (Opening) Love is All Around (Theme from The Mary Tyler Moore Show) – Sonny Curtis. Not available for sale.

Music: (Closing) Love is All Around – Joan Jett – Fit To Be Tied (iTunes)

Musical Homocide?

I think my co-workers are going to kill me.

I didn’t do anything really bad, mind you.

I didn’t take a long lunch or talk on the phone for too long. I didn’t push off a project that I didn’t want to do so they would be overloaded with work. It wasn’t anything like that at all.

It was much worse, apparently.

See, when I come in to work, I hook up my iPod to my cheap $10 speakers and plug it into the wall. Then I select a playlist and let it go for the day. Usually my music selection is office-friendly. In fact, it’s usually always office-friendly. I’m not one to play “gangsta” rap or slash metal or anything along those lines. I’m a pretty mellow guy when it comes to my musical tastes. Jazz, light rock, pop, 70’s, 80’s… you get the idea.

Today, however, I think I crossed a line.

“Is that on repeat?” my co-worker who sits closest to me asked me with a sly grin.

“What, the music?” I responded, playing dumb.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about,” she said. “Is that the only song you have today?”

“It’s not the ONLY song that’s played,” I retorted. “There have been others.”

“Yeah, but it’s been the same artist the whole time hasn’t it?

“Yes, it’s The Carpenters. Why?”

“I’m just asking,” she stated.

I started laughing.

“I was wondering when you’d ask me about it, actually,” I said.

The song being played was “Top of the World.” Just one of literally hundreds of Carpenters songs on my iPod that had been playing random from about 10:00 in the morning to about 3:00 in the afternoon.

Now c’mon, that isn’t so bad, is it?