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Now do it in reverse…
So my lovely lady, aka wife to you, started an abridged encyclopedia of her and her life. You can find it here. Basically I am struggling to think up interested thoughts and ramblings to share so I stole her idea without consent, which she borrowed from scrapbooking. Well I do not scrapbook and have no intention to start. In a pathetic effort to be a little different I will be working in reverse order alphabetically. Maybe I will meet her in the middle…. DOH!!! That’s the hardest letter. What was I thinking?
Zildjian
I am not a drummer and therefore it would seem odd that I would list a symbol first. However, I am a guitarist and my drummers always played Zildjians. These prized possessions are treated like precious gems to drummers (gems you pound with a stick) and memory I will always have is when Danielle tripped loading in while carrying the drummer’s Zildjian symbols sending them crashing down first upon her chin and the to the concrete floor. Only one cracked and Wife eventually recovered.
Zoo
A tradition Danielle and her mother started probably 5 years ago was to go to the zoo the Friday before or after Danielle’s birthday. I have a feeling it was just a reason to take off work, but now it is tradition and they have to do it. I have gone 3 times now and it something that I enjoy. Perhaps because it is a reason to take a day off, but it is nice to be outside and observe nature in captivity. Yes that is twisted.
Zach de la Rocha
The front man for RATM is not what you call a singer, but a passionate vocalist. Rage is one of my favorite bands and a big influence in the days of my band (see also CleverTruth). Oddly enough when I first heard Rage I turned off the radio. That’s right radio, no iTunes then kiddies. I could not get past the voice. However, like coffee the first time you acquire a taste and soon after an affinity. Zach’s vocals are empowering and force me to examine a little about our government.
Zucchini
You may think I am just trying to think of any Z words to fill up this page, but I seriously like zuchini. It was something as a kid I thought I hated and then I tried it sauted one summer. Now I think of cold beer, grillin’ and summer every time I have zucchini. (See also Beer, Grillin’, and Summer)
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There are things I simply do not get. Comprehension becomes a foreign language in such occurences. For example, I will never know why my wife loves me or how one person can produce an endless and abundant supply of snot. And I know using the example of my wonderful cherished partner in the same sentence as the wonders of nose goo is a bit perturbing, but I think illustrates my struggle in understanding the former. Yet, I can accept these things. Is it completely logical? No, but there is some merit that allows me to move beyond eternal head scratching.
I did come across something truly baffling. It has been nearly a year now since I saw this curious thing and I have yet to rationalize it. Today I thought about it and decided to Google my “Loch Ness Monster” and see if anyone else can explain it. Now reader, I know I have delayed revealing this item of oddity, but what happened when searched for information on Google started to concern me. Google froze on me. It is bizarre, I know coincidence. However can somebody, anybody explain why and RV license plate needs a handicap endorsement?
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Ah the start of football is upon us. This year marks the first year of co-managing a fantasy football team. It makes it real hard to watch a game when you are constantly looking at stat updates. Our fantasy FB team is getting crushed this week, but we have three positions playing tonight. Hopefully we can attain a modest loss. Team name, Holy Hell,is a referrence to one of the best Canadian Sitcoms ever. I know that there are so many, but if you ever see Corner Gas on the tube watch it.
The biggest issue though is that we are heading into the Playoffs for MLB. Yes, as you may have guessed the Red Sox are in the hunt. Currently leading the wildcard race for the AL and behind the steroid ridden Yankees. Alright so we may have been marked on a couple, but the excitement is near. It has been a strange, but fruitful year for the Sox. Unfortunately, NYY is winning at an outstanding rate.
How the hell am I going to be able to keep up with all of this? I forgot to mention the first game of Softball starts Friday (double header). On top of all of that, I am trying to get motivated to get in shape. Then you know I have a kid, so that there takes 80% of my awake non-working time. Well here is to an exciting and busy season of everything.
Tomorrow starts the beginning of a new era… I know I just wrote about my anxieties of change. The wife and I joined a Beer League Softball – uh – … League (redundant isn’t it). We are having practice tomorrow evening and I feel like I have to cram for this minor event. Do I have enough time on my lunch to head to the batting cage, or have enough time after putting the baby down to throw the ball, and take short hops?
Seriously it has been nearly 5 years since I played any sport with others. That was back when I got into shape and played basketball with some freakish skinny giant. I played baseball as a kid and I am still a big fan of the Red Sox. However, softball rules are different. For instance, Homeruns score two for the other team and are an out. WTF? Then there are no lead offs, bunts, or steals. This is taking the other game I used to have. What were my wife and I thinking.
Hold on reader, I have an Ace up my sleeve. IT’S BEER LEAGUE!!!! I know how to drink and others will be drinking. I just ma have a fighting chance. Well here is to the future.
It seems as though everyone has thorns they learned to tolerate in their side. For me I have a few, but the fact is that I would have never been able to foresee these the briars I encountered without venturing down the path.
Truth be told, I am saddened by living in Indianapolis. It seems I have always felt out of place in this city since my teenage years. I am foreigner in my home town.
Truth be told, I miss my dog Maxx. He passed quickly of an enlarged heart. Worse is that I know Morgan is getting older.
Truth be told, I have anxieties of change that limit me. Had a band and struggle to think of forming that bond with others. I have good reason to look for another job, yet here I sit.
Truth be told, I often wonder if it is better to be lucky or capable. I guess I question Karma on this one. I will pay for that later.
Truth be told, I am settling more and more. I find goals to be more of fantasies than possibilities. This could also tie into change.
Truth be told, I beleive having enough money and enough comfort is worse than struggling. Although I may think different since my daughter is in the mix now.
Truth be told, I love my wife, daughter, dogs, and family. I guess it is not a thorn, but it always needs to be said.
Feel free to comment, offer, suggest…
