Money, how I hate it.

The worst thing in the world is money, nothing is worse than not having any, although I don’t know if having any would make things any better. When you don’t have any you would do anything to have some, and I have seen what people who have money do.

I’m not a idiot being unhappy and rich has got to be better than being unhappy and poor, but I’m purely speculating since I don’t know from experience. What I know from experience is that being unhappy and poor sucks ass. Happy and poor is no picnic, but you can deal with it, it doesn’t mean the end of the world. Since I can’t get everyone to give up money and just be happy being happy, just give me more money so I don’t have to hate not having enough.

Golf is good

Whoever thought that swinging a big stick at a little ball could be so stress relieving. When you add a walk into the mix pure genius. I vow to golf once every other week this year and I’m going to try to make it once a week if I can, even if its just a bucket of balls that I smash down the driving range.

If I had the money honey I would golf my days away.

So Broken it can’t be fixed

Do things get so broken that they can’t be fixed? More to the point what happens if your not sure that there worth fixing? Sometimes it is better to start over, new, fresh with a clean slate and try to make it right. Sometimes you can use tape, glue or rope to hold things together, but that doesn’t always work. You have to know when things are beyond repair, but making that decision can be hard to make.

It’s the little things

You know after all these years it should be that the little things are those things that bring you closer, that make you more endearing to each other. Then why is it that the little things are those things that make me the most frustrated, they used to be quaint quirks now they are major annoyances. It’s not just that I’m going through my mid life crisis or is it. Why would all these things start to bother me now, when things should be going better than they were not worse…not done yet.

Where have I been

Hard to believe that I have waited this long to post again, I think that I’ve been staying away because I was afraid of what I’d say. Although that is why I started blogging in the first place, I don’t give a flying f**k about what people think about what I say, at least here I don’t. So from now on I hope I remember that this is the place for me to come and say what’s on my mind.

I spend all my time and energy worrying about how what I say affects those around me, I find that I stifle myself and keep my raging emotions inside me. AAARRRRGGG I need to scream sometimes too, you might not like what I have to say, but I never said that you had to listen to me.

I need to make me be happy for me.

I need to say what I want to say.

I need to do what I want to do.

I need to be what I want to be.

I need to be where I want to be.

If you don’t like what I say then tfb.

This is me get used to it…I’m finding my way back from the place I’ve been, hold on to your hat, enjoy the ride or get out of the way.

‘Tis the season to be grouchy!

Everyone who knows me knows that I have worked in retail for the better part of my life. One of the constants in that is that once a year people forget that they have manners, and if they don’t forget they choose not to use them. Now normally this tends to bring me down and I’m nothing more than a scrooge right up until Christmas morning, but with everything that is going on in my life right now I don’t think that my family would let me live if I was  to go my usual root. So this year I endeavor to keep my spirits up and not take out my frustrations with stupid people on them, I will do my best but I’m not promising anything I’m still human. You know if I didn’t love what I do I wouldn’t even notice this cause I would be to busy trying to screw it up, but for s***  sakes I really love what I do. So bring on the grouches and the phone shoppers and those people who think that they can buy a Wii  in December, we don’t even sell Nintendo products never have never will. You will not bring me down I will be happy this year and every year from now on…

I went to the game

I can’t believe that it has taken me this long to write about the fact that I went to the first Rider playoff home game in nineteen years, not to mention my first live football game. OMFG what a great time. I went with some folks from work and being the old fart I drove, a good move in hindsight, light -weight young people. We went to Regina the day of the game and stayed the night, cause I don’t drive drunk. The noise the sea of green and the atmosphere were amazing. We were on the top, at the top of the stadium a long long walk up, especially when you do it twice because you forgot to get money out of the ATM machine on the first level, a good way to kill your buzz. High fives abounded and cheering was none stop. We lost the guy who’s place we were staying at, you shouldn’t drink beer from a paint can you find on the street on the way to the game it makes you puke, life lesson. I am going to make sure that I get back to that stadium and support my team a few times next year, no matter what happens in the Grey Cup, we’re going to win anyway.

In my head

I’m stuck inside my head with myself and I’m finding out that I can’t make up my mind. I thought that in here this was the quiet place where I could go and sort things out, but the noise in here is almost as bad as the noise outside. My head is normally empty, I keep  it that way so that I have  refuge when I need it but I can’t seem to find the quiet that I usually have there for the last couple of months. I really need to find someone to talk to.

Shut Up…your life’s not that hard

I just spent four days in Whistler BC for a conference, which in it’s self was a good time. I was not feeling all that well, must have been the altitude not the liquor I’m sure. There was the usual meetings with the vendors and a lot of information passed on to us that we are supposed to forward on to our stay yadda yadda yadda. It is always great to meet up with those people that you met on previous occasions or have conversed with via email. The biggest most rewarding thing that I got from the time there occurred on the last day during the awards banquet. We were lucky to have Warren Macdonald www.warren-macdonald.com come and talk to us. I’m not saying any more than that, I could tell you myself but you’re better off checking it out yourself. Frankly I’m buying the book for my family.

NO MORE REGRETS…If possible

I find myself doing a lot of talking to myself this past while, and I’ve come to a conclusion. I want to be my father… well not completely he was over weight and not fully bald, couldn’t have just shaved that ring off his head. He did however teach me a few good lessons that I hope I can teach my boys. You don’t have to be perfect, thankfully, but there are somethings that you should be.

1. Be Happy -be happy in life, be happy in love, be happy in who you are

2. Be Yourself – the only person you have to answer to is you, if you can look yourself in the mirror without blinking things are OK.

3. Make sure that when your time comes you can look back and smile at what you see.

I’m sure that there are some of these things that my mother taught me since she did raise me, but I fortunately still have her with me so you tend not to associate things like that with her. I’m sure that when she’s gone, not to soon, I will have a epiphanies like this because of her.