Amazing meeting today over lunch.
Going to happen fast. Has to happen fast. This might kill all of my available time for the next 3 weeks, but could be very much worth it in 6 months.
I'm excited this is finally happening!
Whew... what a day.
So tired. And now, photos to edit and a computer to fix...
Go, go, go...
I said many years ago that I never want to live an ordinary life.
This weekend was an evolution toward those ends.
Sometimes I have to reflect back on where I've been just to see how incredible where I stand today is, and be amazed at the possibilities for the future.
...interesting start to the weekend, including a drive-by sleep-over by Sahahria.
Work and stuff today, then tonight music, friends, the return of someone special.... and Sunday's forecast is for sleep.
Made a combination.
Roasted peppers with garlic roasted shrimp over a salad of greens, tomatoes and avocado.
With a light touch of Caesar dressing and feta cheese.
Everyone was pleased.
That sounds amazing...
It was amazing.
Have left overs for lunch, too.
I hate the fact that I am now allergic to garlic (since the birth of my son) because that sounds stupendous.....
This said after seeing Jaws jumping up at me.. Mmmm...fish of any kind. :)
...stop flattering yourself. I'm sure plenty of others will handle that chore for you.
Learn to delegate that responsibility.
Warm again today. Wind is whipping though, on the crest of an occluded front.
Last night was the formal awards banquet for the company I now work for. Actually formal. Since Faeriemoon's husband also works there I got to see her all dolled up, too.
My date... was radiant. She is so much different than anyone else I've been with. She charmed those that she met, with bright eyes, an engaging smile and a style that is uniquely her own.
I dropped her off at the airport this morning and she is off to Vegas for a seminar her boss is paying for her to take.
From there, the rest of my days plans have been thwarted. But at least it is warm... January 19th, and there is no ice on the lake... the river runs free. The snow on the ground is sparse, excluding the piles left by the plows.
Isn't it a beautiful day?
I'm looking forward to seeing her again when I pick her up next weekend... until then, there is so much to do.
That was a very interesting meeting to finish off a very interesting day...
...and now for tacos and beer.
Saranac Season's Best Lager. Ever had it?
'Tis good sh'it.
...deftly resolved a heated conflict between two co-workers and helped them agree upon a mutually beneficial solution.
...began creating division policies that had never before been created.
...helped one of my associates get what he needs to close an opportunity over $100,000.
...didn't get fired for any of this. Or at all.
Amazing weekend, in all. Spent a great Saturday with my kids having fun. Spent a great Sunday just being awesome.
I have camera to clean...
I've been journaling every day.
No, not here. In my real journal. This journal is far from my true and open thoughts these days. I have so much going on in my life right now, I need to capture it. My thoughts and words will never be the same, and I have been neglectful of myself to not write more about what my life is.... and what it will be.
Every day is a new adventure. A new experience, a new accomplishment, a new failure, new stress, new happiness, a new first step, a new first kiss... the list is infinite.
I'm embracing it all.
It exhausts me at times, but I'm taking it all in and living every moment of it.
I missed feeling like I'm living. My writing was a big part of that.
So no more neglect.... it will all be posted somewhere for you to read, some day.
Now THAT is the journal everyone really wants to read, the "real" one. Since it's not an option at present and we all merely left to speculate what might be expressed there.....at least tell us this:
Is it penned or typed?
Sometimes small details can reveal much. :)
ack we *are all....
I want to be able to read what I wrote down the road. :p
I miss those entries- never underestimate the power of what you might jot down, with no motivation other than to free some mind space, to affect other people who might read it.
It's funny, I don't think I could ever have a 'real' journal. Even here I write vague, and at times changed names so that until I was direct people might guess but couldn't be certain about who I was writing about.
I think that it is because of differing perspectives I keep it on a vague note, so I get the emotion and "relate" to what I felt was important enough to write about.
I've always envied people willing to be complete candid in pen.
My blog is perhaps becoming closer to the true me than this is.
Not that this represents a false or contrived me... but my journal here is now more like looking at me through a peep-hole in a door. You see what is there, but it's limited and perhaps distorted...
And yet for me, this is where I go to be completely honest. This place is the first time I have ever had a computer journal, and the first time in a long time I have had a journal at all. I kept one when Jim was overseas, before we got married, because it was important for me to let him know how important he was to me, and how much I missed him. I kept one for the entire year, then gave to him as a gift to read when he got home and we got married.
He never even opend the first cover. When I found it in my stuff as I was unpacking in the new house here, I threw it away. somehow it all seemed too tright and childish now.
Often we do things for the right reasons, but they aren't accepted as such.
I'm sure you understand my division...
Yeah, whatever. Nixon said the same thing. Bahahahahahahahahaha
So, what your saying is, I should be President?
...but I too often have to remind myself that patience is frequently rewarded.
Patience, patience and more patience.
This was a good... busy... weekend. And I have a lot to look forward to over the next two weeks. I just need more time for it all....
Ah, great bro convo tonight. I miss having throw-down conversations like that with guys that are true friends to me.
Why did I ever stop having those conversations?
Wait... oh... oh yeah.
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