As I write this the Dolphins have just been handed their first loss of the season.
At least I got to see another MOVIE.
As usual, I have nothing else going on...
I got to see a free advance movie screeing yesterday!
Too bad the movie SUCKED!!!
But I know, I know, beggars can't be choosers...
Ballistic: Ecks Vs Sever
The Banger Sisters
even Stealing Harvard
These were all viable options for me to spend my viewing dollar today.
In the end it came down to the top three, because they were all at the same theater at similar times. I practically did an “eenie-meanie-minie-moe” thing, but finally bought a ticket to Barbershop.
But then I would have to wait an extra 10 minutes, so I walked into THE BANGER SISTERS at the last minute.
I’m still not sure which one I should have seen. They all held a similar amount of interest, which really wasn’t all that much…
My uncle said his dream was to someday see a Major League Baseball game. I figured I had to oblige. So I took him and a buddy of mine to the Florida Marlins vs. the Atlanta Braves, and I have to admit, it was fun.
But lest you think I'm suddenly some kind of softie, I still hate baseball and chances are pretty good I'd never go to another game, and deal with all the traffic and expenses, etc.
"...on the day that you were born
The angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true..."
I'm 34 and had never met my uncle, my father's brother.
And no one in my immediate family had seen him in these 34 years.
But as I stood at the airport with my sister waiting for him to come through the gates he pointed me out immediately because even though he's never seen me, except for the odd picture years ago, he said he could see in my face that I was family.
He's a pretty cool guy, that uncle of mine.
And my father's thrilled to be able to spend time with him.
So despite all the negative bullshit that usually encompasses the family, at least for now there's a little bit of good vibes in the air.
Oh and by the way, I managed to sneak in a MOVIE on Friday...
"Put up or shut up"
"What have you done for me lately?"
It's time to shit or get off the pot"
Well, all of the above sort of apply.
After 4 years doing basically the same thing at work, I'm now being sort of moved...
It's sort of a lateral promotion...I'm gonna be taking over a lot of my immediate supervisor's job, while still doing some of my current job, while a new person does the bulk of my "old job".
How can I put this succinctly...
If any one was ever scared of "change", it is I!
The idea of basically becoming a "real" accountant type person makes me sick to my stomach. I'm not being forced into the job, but had I said no, well, it may have been a way to have me replaced with somebody who would say yes, and being a new employee, would likely be cheaper.
I keep hearing that I can do it and how everybody has faith in me...
But I don't have any in myself.
I had thought about coming in here to talk about work a little bit.
But that should wait.
Obviously the only thing that should matter is today...September 11th.
It doesn't seem that a whole year has passed since that horrible day on which so many innocent lives were taken before their time.
There will be tributes and reports all day long in commemoration, but I just can't watch.
It hurts too much.
It scares me too much.
And it pisses me off too much.
I dunno if the world has healed any in the last year.
Or if America has healed any when it comes down to it.
I just hope some how we can persevere and that some how, the seemingly unending madness that sometimes shrouds this world can finally relent.
"Peace on Earth" is so cliche.
But damn, what a beautiful thought...
I needed a break, so I went to a MOVIE...
There is a black cloud, and it's growing quickly.
It started innocently enough...
A friend was "exhausted", physically and mentally.
It was the mental part I was worried about, but he seemed to bounce back nicely.
So I moved on.
Then I finally hear from someone I care deeply about, and it turns out a member of her family is very sick. Very sick indeed.
(God, the anguish in her voice cut me to the core...)
Then a bombshell, a tightly knit family I always saw as a cool version of The Waltons becomes another broken family.
I might not be that close with the family, but it had a strong effect on me...
But those are other people's stories to tell. I'm just a concerned friend.
But then, closest to home...
Sometime between Tuesday and Wednesday, my father had a "mild stroke".
Well, that's kind of an oxymoron, isn't it?
He's been in the hospital since Wednesday. But yeah, I guess it was mild because at this point he controls his arm rather well.
But he needs a lot of therapy.
I guess it's kind of premature to be writing this, as it's still early on Monday.
But He will be going home today, with a walker. And driving is a thing of the past for him.
It's very hard on me to be at the hospital so much. It's such a dpressing place.
I would say I put in about 8 hours a day (on and off) Thursday thru Sunday.
My poor mother, his nurse-mate and unofficial slave has been there 12 hours a day since day one. How she can even walk another step, I dunno...
This will pretty much finish up my long, holiday weekend. Fun.
I guess if anything else of note were to occur, I'll update again later this week...
I'm sorry that life sucks so much.