It appears to be Friday again. It also appears that today's entry just might stink.
To avoid this unfortunate outcome, I will try my hardest to concoct a literary masterpiece. Mind you, this doesn't happen all the time, and I guarantee you it won't generally transpire on Fridays. Heaven knows I need these days for myself.
However, I have submitted this site to many search engines this week, and if the happy circumstance presents itself where I actually receive visitors because of those efforts, well then; I better do a quality check.
This morning, I awoke with the strangest of thoughts in my head. I do not remember if I was dreaming about this particular topic or not, I simply woke up thinking this:
America Online asking me to come back to them is like my middle school asking me to redo 7th and 8th grade.
What's even more ridiculous is that I actually pondered this thought well into my day at work. I was mainly trying to remember something that simply didn't exist anymore, or maybe never did.
And I'd really like to say that I've put this thought to rest, but no. I'm still turning this thought over in my mind. I've actually (and pathetically) placed some truth into this statement, too.
I figure that America Online was my stepping stone into the Internet. I'm so far gone from those bright snappy icons and parental controls, that every time I receive one of those <costly> CDs in the mail, I shudder.
"Why, for Pete's sake, would I want to return to you?"
"Because we're optimized"
Optimized for what? Faster, superior cleaning action? Increased fuel efficiency? Simplified degradation of extreme variables? What?
STOP. SENDING. ME. THOSE. COME. BACK. CDS. You have now delved into the realm of unrememberable REM sessions. That's simply too far.
Again, I seem to have hit a tangent. Anyway, Wife and I are into our....17th week of the pregnancy, and Monday will mark the 18th. I still don't really remember the previous, thank you. I'd like to try again, maybe this time, remembering a few moments here and there.
Well, that's it for now. If I don't come back tonight to write more, make sure and have a pleasant weekend.
11/13/03 @ 7:30pm
Maybe tonight, I should write my entry before I work on my Web site for four hours...
On my way home from work today, I had the rare experience of jet skiing the entire way. It must have rained at least an inch throughout the time when I was at work, so the streets were flooded, as was my apartment parking lot.
I have a scooter that gets me to and from work (what's that? Shut yo mouth) and I found it terribly enjoyable to tear through the water in it tonight. As my back tire left a wake behind me, I didn't even give a second glance to find out if I splashed any unfortunate on-looker.
The funny thing is that kids love that scooter. I can't remember how many times those little tikes have asked me if they could ride it. Sure, kids. Go ask your mom.
Can't really remember where I was going with this, but I'll try writing more later.
11/13/03 @ 11:55pm
Well, that was a huge failure. If there is one thing that I have learned from writing these on a nightly basis, it's this: If you have nothing to say, don't keep typing.
Good day to you all!
Much less to come tonight, I'm afraid...
It's a fine thing that I don't promise much. I read a few of my previous entries from over a year ago, and I tended to wax toward unfulfilled promises a bit. Nearly every weekend, I swore to post pictures of my adventures, only to come back empty handed.
But that may change, as I hope to get a new digital camera for Christmas. The empty promises strike back!
Today crawled by, however the final hour of work was the worst part. It was one of those days when you looked at the clock and swore that it hadn't progressed at all. It even appeared to have taken turns at the opposite direction.
Yet the days can inch by like weeks, because the weeks are speeding along like days. I fear that one morning, I shall awaken in cold sweats. I'll check the calendar, and realize it's only April 18th. You see where I'm going with this one.
So, we needn't go there again.
Wow, speelcheker didn't go bananas over the word "needn't". Is that truly a word? I love English. Maybe I'll teach it someday?
Have a good day! Less tomorrow? Nah. More tomorrow. (not a promise)
Complete comfort. What does it consist of, exactly?
Is it a song, played at the perfect time? Or is it a picture of familiar place, long forgotten, but easily remembered? How about a mother's touch? Is it anything deeper or slight?
No one can quite know the answer to this question. However,
comfort is a
It's not something that I've completely missed, now that I ponder
But now I know love was something that was coursing through me daily. It superseded everything I knew, it comforted me along the way. Have I completed the circle? I doubt it.
I'm not four and a half month's away from life's event horizon;
my child will be born. It many ways, it still scares me and
gives me great hope, never before
But I love it, I crave it. I wish I could document and
savor every emotion felt during this time in my life, because I know
that experiences like these often
I'm sure that it will only increase as time progresses.
Well, that's it for now. I've worked tirelessly on getting the Professional portion of my Web site completely operational, and I believe that I'm about 99% there. I'll leave the remaining percent as constant motivation to work on it.
Have a great day. Go get a free e-mail address, will you?
It was a welcome transition from the rest of the weekend. I won't go into great detail, primarily because I wouldn't want to relive the exhausting parts, even in my mind. Suffice it to say that Friday and Saturday were very, very odd.
Odd: Now that's a nice descriptor!
The picture up there; that's our cat. I will never, ever devote even a single page to the silly kitten, because I don't want to come off as a crazy nut who carries their cat in a backpack. But dang, that's a cool pose, and I hope he was dreaming about mice.
Or catnip. He likes that stuff.
I think he slept for like, 20 hours today. Right now, he's just cleaning himself, because all that slumber must have made him filthy. My brother told me to not feel sorry for him, ever: He said that cats have a knack at making themselves seem deprived and lowly. That said, Dobby is one of the best.
Enough about the silly cat. Wife is fine, house is fine. Car still runs great, though it sounds like a helicopter at lift-off. (literary licence: I've actually never heard a live helicopter, let alone one during lift-off) However, Wife and I feel that the Copter gives an accurate description of the sounds that it generates when we drive away.
Other than that, I delve into the coming week in happier spirits than the last, the promise of Friday being pay day does an amazing job of making me smile. And I should never forget that I have the best wife in the world.
By the way, we're into week 17 of the pregnancy now. That's what, 4 months now? Isn't this about the time that I should start preparing for the child? Probably. I wonder if he/she will ever read any of this...I'll be willing to bet that it will give a definite good look into my head during this time of transition.
This entry is turning quickly into blather. I really need to go to bed, anyway. Like I said earlier, it's been an odd weekend...
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