| 42: Life, the Universe and Everything. |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|11:34 am] |
I'm 42 today.
I feel good about things even though the last couple of years have been difficult.
At 42, I'd like to share some of the things I learned.
Hard work, earnest intent and simple living is far more rewarding than fifteen minutes of fame.
I've come to appreciate the journey. The destination is nice, but its such a small part of the big picture.
Expectations end in sadness and frustration more often than you'd think. Moving through life with wisdom, strength and dignity takes you where you want to go.
I've tried to be a good friend and I am blessed with so many incredible friends. I love you all.
I'll add more later. It's mah birthday and I'm being lazy right now... |
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| The only people for me |
[Feb. 1st, 2008|06:59 pm] |
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!”
- - Jack Kerouac |
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| Two Kiwis. |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|12:16 pm] |
(NOTE: For folks not of OZ origin, Kiwis are people who inhabit the suburb of Australia called New Zealand.
No Kiwis were harmed in the writing of this joke...)
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Two Kiwis are sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store...
As yet; the store isn't ready...only a few shelves are set up.
One says to the other, 'I bet any minute now some tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window and ask what we're selling.'
No sooner are the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious bloke walks to the window, has a peek, and in a Aussie accent asks, 'What're yer sellin' here?'
One of the men replies, 'We're selling assholes here mate.'
Without missing a beat, the Aussie says, 'Geez, you must have had a bloody good day, you've only got two left!' |
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| Thanks for the link inushnu |
[Jan. 4th, 2008|01:54 pm] |
| What Kurt Means | 
You are a seeker of knowledge, and you have learned many things in your life.
You are also a keeper of knowledge - meaning you don't spill secrets or spread gossip.
People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof, but you're just too deep in thought to pay attention to them.
You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.
And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.
You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.
You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.
You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.
You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.
You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.
You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.
You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble. |
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| Rest In Peace buddy... |
[Dec. 31st, 2007|02:00 pm] |
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I heard from Laura for the first time since she moved out. It was Friday and she needed a picture of Linus.
He's missing and she needed one to give to the shelters. Linus ran out the front door while one of her holiday visitors wasn't paying attention.
After a trying day from all sorts of other crap that normally happens on Mondays, I had a chance to go out and try to find Linus. I searched everywhere I could within 1/4 mile radius. I search the woods, the creek, the highway, went through people's back yards and everywhere else I could go.
I looked until daylight was gone. I figured he was probably within 100 feet of the house hiding in some spot that humans can't get to.
Laura put out food and blankets and things to let him know it was ok to come back but he didn't.
Yesterday afternoon, a kind neighbor brought his body back. They found him and he'd been hit by a car and killed.
The poor guy was just afraid and alone. He didn't know who the strange person was and he wasn't used to his new house.
He was scared and just wanted to come home and all I can think of is that in the last minutes of his life, he was afraid, and alone and far away from everything he loved.
And now he's dead.
Rest in peace little buddy.
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