FuzzyTummyRumblings

Yes. My esteemed, talented, brilliant, funny, loving, wonderful brother (who happens to be an assface) is Twenty-Eight!!!

"We need our president to restore September 11 to its rightful place on the calendar--as the day after September 10 and before September 12. We must never let it become a day that defintes us. Because ultimately September 11 is about them--the bad guys--not about us.
"We're about the Fourth of July, we're about 11/9 [the day the Berlin Wall fell]."

Damn straight.
oh... and
"Fear is the mind-killer." Anybody know where that came from? Other than people in my family?

Actually. Something small. Smaller to be exact. Carley and I have decided to work out together. Carley got some three lb dumbells to lift and do some upper body toning. We get up early and do upper body and abs on M/W/F. Here's the amazing thing... The other days. WE (that includes me) go running. Today was the first time I ran and I didn't do TOO badly. She beat the tar out of me but I still love her. I think we'll alternate. So some weeks will be three days of lifting and two of running while the others will be three of running and two of lifting. I'm a little sore but I think that the running will help me a LOT and I know she wants a little better tone in her upper body so we'll both benefit directly. In addition to the fact that we'll be in better shape, we spend half an hour or more together every morning and I think it'll help with the concerns I have that perhaps having three jobs while she has school, a job, and volunteers at the Humane Society may be a bit of strain on the relationship. So all told, I still don't enjoy running but it could be a LOT worse and Carley is good company. That's about it. Oh- and Wednesday, July 13th I weighed 237lbs after I got out of bed and peed. So. I doubt that will change much, but I'll weigh myself every wednesday morning.

That aside- the book concepts are starting to come together.

Actually. Something small. Smaller to be exact. Carley and I have decided to work out together. Carley got some three lb dumbells to lift and do some upper body toning. We get up early and do upper body and abs on M/W/F. Here's the amazing thing... The other days. WE (that includes me) go running. Today was the first time I ran and I didn't do TOO badly. She beat the tar out of me but I still love her. I think we'll alternate. So some weeks will be three days of lifting and two of running while the others will be three of running and two of lifting. I'm a little sore but I think that the running will help me a LOT and I know she wants a little better tone in her upper body so we'll both benefit directly. In addition to the fact that we'll be in better shape, we spend half an hour or more together every morning and I think it'll help with the concerns I have that perhaps having three jobs while she has school, a job, and volunteers at the Humane Society may be a bit of strain on the relationship. So all told, I still don't enjoy running but it could be a LOT worse and Carley is good company. That's about it. Oh- and Wednesday, July 13th I weighed 237lbs after I got out of bed and peed. So. I doubt that will change much, but I'll weigh myself every wednesday morning.

That aside- the book concepts are starting to come together.

I don't write much poetry anymore. I think it's because poetry is best when in the throes of some emotional extreme. I don't have too many of them. I'm totally happy. I'm not giddy but I'm happy. All the time. I wake up next to the most beautiful woman on the planet, I go to a job that is tolerable, I get to cheer, stunt, and coach. I teach kids to drive, I get to grill out. I play around with computers and I get to read a lot. I am in the best, strongest, most fulfilling relationship I've ever experienced and I am constantly reminded of just how good I have it. That doesn't do much for the whole poetry-writing urge. I don't feel the urge to write poetry. I don't know. There was a time when poetry was my lifeblood and without it flowing, I'd have died. Now- my life is flowing with Carley. I miss poetry but everything I've tried to write lately has been terrible and contrived because it hasn't been "inspired." I just sit down and write because I feel like I'm supposed to. That is NOT conducive to good work. Look at my job here at my Company. If I was driven or inspired, I'd be the Accounts Receivable Credit Rep EVER. you know I would. But since I couldn't give a short fart about it (seriously) I'm just another rat in the maze. The only time I stand out here is when I wear my orange shirt. Which I am today. That's about it.
Anyway. That's why the "finished work" section has been stagnant. I am working on my book... I may put a chapter or two out there for you to read by the end of summer. Maybe.