you miss it!
exclamation point and all... I mean the excitement after the concert last night (and the asides and info and links that pop up when I am way overtired and good and wired)... but that's ok, I am happy you have something to do other than come here and tell me how wonderful i am (but feel free to continue if you have a spare moment)...
today was a long day... I got into trying to figure something out in Access at work (I forget exactly what, something about the DateAdd function {or is that an expression} in a query as I want to set up a way to automatically pop dates in columns at three month intervals based on an admission date so the other clinical staff know when certain assessments are due, or something like that, but I'll be back at it tomorrow... having fun building a database, and you doubted I was a geek?)...
I do miss the direct patient care side, but unfortunately that career path is much like the infantry, a relative dead end, and every five years or so a break is good to keep from burning out or desensitizing too much... I still deal with customers who need help as now part of my job is to answer help-line calls and another part is to follow up on discharged kids and their families... there is more opportunity for expansion of skills and jobs for me now, so I'll enjoy it until I tired of the bureaucracy and then consider returning to the patients or something else...
and I am still up for adoption, I mean, just in case some rich family wants an ever so grateful big kid in their lives (or maybe an astute patron of the arts would like to donate to the babbler's relief fund so I might live a life of writing rhymes and rambling all the rest of my days)...
hey, I just thought I'd mention it...
after getting home, I sat back and relaxed and listened to the dumbest celebrity quotes while eating and working on the computer a bit (like I don't get enough at work)... and then I check my myspace (getting to be a habit) and omigosh, oh wow, and YAY! I find a message from someone who actually knows me since the day he was born and claims I was his favorite cousin... yes, an actual family member tracked me down on myspace, you see, it might actually have profound effects on reconnections in real life... or at least be much nostalgic fun...
see, a long long time ago, the people I was closest to in the family that adopted me were his parents and him... I spent a lot of time around their house in his first few years and at the time I had the means and equipment to take lots of photos (he helped me learn how to use a 35mm camera by being a great, if sometimes reluctant model)... so I took many hundreds of him because he was such a photogenic baby and toddler... and isn't my heart tickled deeply to see there's one of the pics that I took on his site (his favorite, though not my best work)...
it's a small world after all...
suddenly (for me, at least), he's a 6'4" man and a college grad and working and enjoying life and one of these days we'll hopefully find time to catch up (I am the dark star, the black sheep, the mysterious disappearing cousin, after all... I must have some amazing stories to tell...
anybody got any amazing stories to sell cheap? J
and as if that wasn't enough, I heard from Meg... yes, the Meg of Meg... she said she liked my babbling and said she won't refuse a dinner invitation, so when they get to Orlando I'm taking her and the band to dinner... if they aren't too big for such an invite by the time they get here (nothing scheduled so far)... and yes, I know it's Dia who turns me on like I was a rabbit in heat (or a 16y/o boy, for that matter), but it's Meg who writes the words and, I think, the music... and besides, it's not like I think my lust for Dia is any more than fantasy...
the real world sharing with a talented musician and writer (and person not yet jaded by life), now that would be worth giving up the libido fantasies, wouldn't it?... well, wouldn't it?...
the voices in my head are rather silent suddenly...
I do hear a few giggles and some mumbling about having cake and eating it too that leads to all sorts of laughter (oh, it's so much fun in my head sometimes... and if you’re clever or wise, or a clever wise ass, you’ll find your way in and wreak havoc amongst the various others who reside or visit up there... everyone with harmless intent is welcome... and there are a few seats that have never been sat in waiting just for the seats that fits them... and there’s always a party in the pool, but we’ll save the tour for another time)...
hey, maybe I can introduce my cousin to Meg and Dia and we can double date... ok, so maybe he’ll have more of a chance, but it’s my fantasy, after all... so then I saw the Mets tie up their series and then an entertaining infomercial (yes, that might be an oxymoron, but being in a nostalgic mood, I found it most entertaining) came on... it Regis Philbin selling the was the Dean Martin Variety Show DVDs... so many of the most famous foolish people, I mean great talents of the 60s visited that show... those were the days when we’d rush home from work and hurry through dinner to sit down in front of the TV and watch grown men and women make fools of themselves and call it great entertainment... seems not much has changed over the years, except there’s a lot more anger and violence mixed in with the fools...
and once again I’ve babbled on here and neglected btc and doesn’t this one belong there too... perhaps this will expand like a previous entry did (yeah, I know it’s still not up at btc, but it will be, eventually... three concerts in the next five days doesn’t bode well for anytime soon, but who knows, I just might not sleep this weekend and when we least expect it, dozens of entries appear as if out of nowhere (and being that they come out of my head, I suppose that’s a pretty accurate direction)...
yes, so another amazing day in the life full of shocks and surprises and blasts from the past (we’ll get into the dark side lurking in the shadows another time) and seductive fantasies and exciting connections and hopeful fun must come to an end because it’s actually past 1:30am and once again I am cutting into sleep time... must get some serious sleep tomorrow night so I can bounce around all weekend...
joy to the world (all the boys and girls... and you too) J
today was a long day... I got into trying to figure something out in Access at work (I forget exactly what, something about the DateAdd function {or is that an expression} in a query as I want to set up a way to automatically pop dates in columns at three month intervals based on an admission date so the other clinical staff know when certain assessments are due, or something like that, but I'll be back at it tomorrow... having fun building a database, and you doubted I was a geek?)...
I do miss the direct patient care side, but unfortunately that career path is much like the infantry, a relative dead end, and every five years or so a break is good to keep from burning out or desensitizing too much... I still deal with customers who need help as now part of my job is to answer help-line calls and another part is to follow up on discharged kids and their families... there is more opportunity for expansion of skills and jobs for me now, so I'll enjoy it until I tired of the bureaucracy and then consider returning to the patients or something else...
and I am still up for adoption, I mean, just in case some rich family wants an ever so grateful big kid in their lives (or maybe an astute patron of the arts would like to donate to the babbler's relief fund so I might live a life of writing rhymes and rambling all the rest of my days)...
hey, I just thought I'd mention it...
after getting home, I sat back and relaxed and listened to the dumbest celebrity quotes while eating and working on the computer a bit (like I don't get enough at work)... and then I check my myspace (getting to be a habit) and omigosh, oh wow, and YAY! I find a message from someone who actually knows me since the day he was born and claims I was his favorite cousin... yes, an actual family member tracked me down on myspace, you see, it might actually have profound effects on reconnections in real life... or at least be much nostalgic fun...
see, a long long time ago, the people I was closest to in the family that adopted me were his parents and him... I spent a lot of time around their house in his first few years and at the time I had the means and equipment to take lots of photos (he helped me learn how to use a 35mm camera by being a great, if sometimes reluctant model)... so I took many hundreds of him because he was such a photogenic baby and toddler... and isn't my heart tickled deeply to see there's one of the pics that I took on his site (his favorite, though not my best work)...
it's a small world after all...
suddenly (for me, at least), he's a 6'4" man and a college grad and working and enjoying life and one of these days we'll hopefully find time to catch up (I am the dark star, the black sheep, the mysterious disappearing cousin, after all... I must have some amazing stories to tell...
anybody got any amazing stories to sell cheap? J
and as if that wasn't enough, I heard from Meg... yes, the Meg of Meg... she said she liked my babbling and said she won't refuse a dinner invitation, so when they get to Orlando I'm taking her and the band to dinner... if they aren't too big for such an invite by the time they get here (nothing scheduled so far)... and yes, I know it's Dia who turns me on like I was a rabbit in heat (or a 16y/o boy, for that matter), but it's Meg who writes the words and, I think, the music... and besides, it's not like I think my lust for Dia is any more than fantasy...
the real world sharing with a talented musician and writer (and person not yet jaded by life), now that would be worth giving up the libido fantasies, wouldn't it?... well, wouldn't it?...
the voices in my head are rather silent suddenly...
I do hear a few giggles and some mumbling about having cake and eating it too that leads to all sorts of laughter (oh, it's so much fun in my head sometimes... and if you’re clever or wise, or a clever wise ass, you’ll find your way in and wreak havoc amongst the various others who reside or visit up there... everyone with harmless intent is welcome... and there are a few seats that have never been sat in waiting just for the seats that fits them... and there’s always a party in the pool, but we’ll save the tour for another time)...
hey, maybe I can introduce my cousin to Meg and Dia and we can double date... ok, so maybe he’ll have more of a chance, but it’s my fantasy, after all... so then I saw the Mets tie up their series and then an entertaining infomercial (yes, that might be an oxymoron, but being in a nostalgic mood, I found it most entertaining) came on... it Regis Philbin selling the was the Dean Martin Variety Show DVDs... so many of the most famous foolish people, I mean great talents of the 60s visited that show... those were the days when we’d rush home from work and hurry through dinner to sit down in front of the TV and watch grown men and women make fools of themselves and call it great entertainment... seems not much has changed over the years, except there’s a lot more anger and violence mixed in with the fools...
and once again I’ve babbled on here and neglected btc and doesn’t this one belong there too... perhaps this will expand like a previous entry did (yeah, I know it’s still not up at btc, but it will be, eventually... three concerts in the next five days doesn’t bode well for anytime soon, but who knows, I just might not sleep this weekend and when we least expect it, dozens of entries appear as if out of nowhere (and being that they come out of my head, I suppose that’s a pretty accurate direction)...
yes, so another amazing day in the life full of shocks and surprises and blasts from the past (we’ll get into the dark side lurking in the shadows another time) and seductive fantasies and exciting connections and hopeful fun must come to an end because it’s actually past 1:30am and once again I am cutting into sleep time... must get some serious sleep tomorrow night so I can bounce around all weekend...
joy to the world (all the boys and girls... and you too) J
Labels: babble, bftp, fam, home, joy, life, MaD giggles, music, TV, work, wow, yay
posted by candoor at 11:55 PM
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yeah, there's madness to my method... I have idle intentions of computer shopping between now and the end of the year... if I can find time this weekend (which I doubt), I'd go, but it may have to wait for next week... if they give me credit, I'll bring home a new computer... maybe even a laptop and a desktop... just cuz I am crazy like that and live for the moment, now...
did I mention I spent $700+ on new phones tonight?
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