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it is amazing to me, the memory of women...

actually, not so much their memory, but what they actually remember.

I am not a great gift giver, I am good, but I am not great. I think it has something to do with the fact that I tend to over think my presents - or underthink - which results in a nice present, except for... not so much...

Lorie, on the other hand, is an exceptional gift giver...

I figured that out the moment I fell in love with her...

but, I'll explain that when I add that to the About Us section (in progress...)

In any case, women have the knack of remembering things that guys just typically forget...

details and what not.

whereas girls tend to dwell on the details, sometimes at the cost of the bigger picture...

which is why guy and girls go so well with each other...

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there might be something wrong with that, because I'm not thinking about it too much...

so I will stop thinking right now altogether...

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but in any case, because we, guys, love our girls...

for anything to make them happy...

we traverse afar...

Posted by ryan at 12:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I've been so productive today...much of it was wedding stuff...(290 days!!! woohoo!!! as I'm getting all giddy, then realizing that 290 days is still a long time away) and I was just thinking...and usually I don't blog about my thoughts because...well, they're mine...and I don't like people judging me, or thinking my blogs are dumb, because I think they're dumb sometimes...anyways, back to my thoughts, its just something that I can't grasp the concept of...

upon a few discussions with some couples, I've come to realize that not all couples tell each other everything...HOW WEIRD IS THAT? I guess from what I hear, it works well for those couples...but how can you not tell your significant other everything? I know that when something happens, regardless of how big or small, exciting or not so exciting, Ryan is my first call....I think I overwhelm him with details...or it could be his excuse to not remember everything I tell him...hmmm....haha...ask him...he'll tell you...many of our disagreements are over what we deem important in our day to day conversations...but of course, everything I say is important which is why he must remember what I say word for word (I'm just kidding about that one)...but that is a discussion for another time...

my point is, how can you have an open, healthy relationship if you can't talk to one another?

I'll give you an example: There are a number of guys I work with in the field (and I work in a field where it is mostly guys). They would never tell their wives that they are going to a strip club or the bar...my goodness...I don't understand that...Ryan would tell me that and I would ask if they were pretty or tell him to not get too freaky or if he got hit on (cause he can be quite a flirt)...maybe it's because I have quite a bit of self-confidence and am secure with our relationship, or maybe those guys are not giving their wives/significant others enough credit? but if you're not secure in your relationship, then why are you even in it? cause isn't the root of a relationship trust?

Is this weird? or is it just me? or are you one of those couples?

Posted by lorie at 03:59 PM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I spend a good portion of my day just driving.

(I have mentioned this before... I think)

about two hours a day... everyday.

For some, the commute is a good transitional period, allowing one to ready the mind for a day of work, and then allowing one to let all of the hustle and bustle from the workday seep away...

For others, the commute is a fight through hell to get to work, and a fight out of hell to get home...

I, of course, fall somewhere in between...

I'm of the mind that most people driving are idiots - actually, I'll take that back, most people driving out there are actually very good drivers, but there are enough idiots out there that make the rest of the world (to me) look like they can't drive a lick...

but as I sit here, I become reflective, and realize that, at times, I am probably one of the idiots that I so despise.

hypocritical.

so depending on my state of mind - which is dependent on the amount of available stress and number of people within the vehicle - I will be either a pool of serenity or I will be a foul-mouth mass of road rage...

Whilst I am calm, I am patient and understanding, and I see that the guy that cut me off really isn't going any where, regardless of the terrible hurry in which findsd himself. I will even slow down to let this poor fool into the lane.

See, I'm nice.

But...

catch me on an off day, and I will be that fool, cutting people off for no reason, changing lanes, realizing that that lane was either worse or no better than the previous, and I get back into the previous.

and don't even think about getting in front of me, because, in this state, I become psychic, and I will rain down furious anger if any such though crosses your mind... but this extra-sensory perception could just be entirely in my head.

the whole time I do know - however deeply squirrled away - that I am not supposed to give into the anger, but sometimes it just shoots out...

how does one not get angry?

or better, how does one control anger without bottling it up?

do you rationalize it away?

do you use hypnosis to truly forget it (because I am of the mind that if one ignores anger, then it comes back with a vengeance...)

I would guess that the best thing to do is leave the situation until you are rational, and calmly discuss the anger with the party from which the anger has arisen...

arose...

rosed?

:-P

I want to be a bastion of peace and tranquility...

... ... ...

hmm...

I guess that's really not me...

me being peaceful and tranquil is almost abnormal, scary even...

I would think...

because when I'm not disturbing the peace, I'm either sleeping or sick...

(or fuming)...

... ... ...

whoa...

I digress...

I spend a good portion of my day driving...

I need to appreciate that, because it is, somehow, a blessing...

of love...

wind's against our backs...

Posted by ryan at 10:47 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

... the kind that you would classify as lazy...

It was a yucky morning and I feel so... sleepy, and my head is definitely not in my work today... (nor has it been the last few days...)

I think the fact that I will be taking off all of next week is largely responsible for my lack of initiative this week.

(but maybe I will be more motivated tomorrow)

The funny thing is, when I feel this way, I feel more relaxed - although there are twinges of guilt because the "responsible" part of me feels like it really should be doing someting...

I wish the different aspects of my identity would just get in synch and move or stop together (as opposed to pulling in different directions and starting and stopping at different times)

three and a half days to go before I forget about work for nine days...

(that should be enough... I mean, God only rested for one day after creating the world right?)

... ... ...

Someone, please, light a fire under my ass.

er... just try not to set anything else on fire...

because today...

... I'm not feeling the same...

Posted by ryan at 12:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I love my mom's cooking...

but I think everyone love's their mom's cooking.

but not everyone love's everyone else's mom's cooking.

but lots of other people love my mom's cooking, too...

but my mom thinks that we only love her cooking because we were brought up on it, and therefore love it because that is what we know.

except, when we eat other mom's cooking, it's not so good a lot of the time - and those son's and daughter's of the mom's whose cooking I don't like so much seem to enjoy my mom's cooking...

I never usually talk about other mom's cooking specifically, because if you don't have something nice to say, then I don't say anything - and I don't feel comfortable about lying to mom's about liking their cooking when I didn't like it...

But other people always comment on my mom's cooking (and I don't go fishing for compliments for my mom's cooking...)

my theory is that people love their mother's cooking, but when they taste other cooking that is superior, then they love that more - because they don't know how bad they had it, because they don't think it's bad, and then when they get something better they are amazed - but never think about how they were brought up on not so good cooking.

But if your mother has elite culinary aptitude, then you tend to notice deficiencies of other (but still quite loveable) mothers' cuisine...

I only bring this up because I was checking my e-mail, and my sister came over to eat a late lunch with my mother, and they were discussing the merits of my matriarch's fare...

... ... ...

and "Run" is a good flick... because it is just so ridiculously inconceivable how lucky Patrick Dempsy is throughout the film...

despite what my sisters say...

but then again, anna doesn't like Starship Troopers - so how can her opinion about movies be even remotely valid?

kimmie on the other hand... Cry-baby ranks as one of her favorite movies, so some of her opinions are questionable...

whereas I have impeccable tastes...

because I said so.

Posted by ryan at 03:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (8)

Sithi uhhmm ingonyama (Oh yes, it's a lion)

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama

Siyo Nqoba (We're going to conquer)
Ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (Here is a lion and a tiger)...

I'm wearing new kicks... (shoes)
And their named after that lion from The Lion King...

"Simbas"

Yeah, I'm gonna be pouncing on that soccer ball like a lion in my new Simbas...

My ankle feels good enough for me to venture out onto the soccer field again, and with a little tape and my new Simbas (they're indoor soccer shoes) I should be all set to look like a guy who is just learning how to play soccer!

Woo hoo!!!

I'll be just like Simba too - because if someone kicks my ankle, I'm going to roar!

ROAAAAAWWWWWRRRRRR!!!

See, I'm scary.

:-P

Anyhow, it's been almost 4 weeks since I've done anything remotely active, aside from dancing at the club last weekend... so I'm excited to see how much I need to improve.

I've been wearing these shoes all day, in hopes of breaking them in. I actually should've been wearing them for a few days...

I wonder if they have Simbas for girls called Nalas...

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

... ... ...

Um... Looking down at my shoes... I can see, they are Sambas...

So, uh, ignore the previous few paragraphs - and while you're at it, you can probably ignore the rest of the entry...

... ... ...

I am now eating brownies and ice cream.

It's good. I am eating a lot.

After I am done eating, I will continue working on the work on which I am working.

I like work when I have just enough work, the day goes by pretty easily.

I had dim sum for lunch, and it was good. I had dim sum twice this week. I think I will eat it again on Saturday, because it is for someone's birthday.

After I eat dim sum on Saturday, I will play video games at Gameworks.

I used to call Gameworks "Gamesworks" but that is incorrect.

It is good that I am going to play socce, because I think if I eat too much food I can get overweight.

One time, this guy called me tubby, so I kicked him in the genitals.

Back to work.

Posted by ryan at 03:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)

The rush of the surrounding traffic fills the silence inside my vehicle.

I'm jetting down the freeway at about 80 mph, patches of traffic bringing me down to just over 65 mph...

My mind drifts, back and forth, over the thoughts that have occupied my mind throughout the day, while, at the same time, leaving my mind almost blank... the commute home has become virtually instinctive. Automatically, my course through the five or six cities through which I pass is charted, and the journey is almost numbing... Just another day and another mindless drive...

Then...

My car roof blasts open. The screaming wind envelopes my ears and the sound is deafening.

The car takes a life of its own and I am forced from my seat. The cold night air is forcing me back with its bite and all of the force of the eighty miles per hour behind it...

Until...

The dragon-like wings on my back unfurl, and scoop up the blast of on-rushing air and I am lifted, soaring into the sky...

My wings flap as every gust of wind elevates me into the sky - reaching so high, I can see the curve of the earth... I dive headlong toward the ground, spinning and turning, finally transitioning the plunge into a hover a half mile above the surface of the earth...

I behold my surroundings... the autumn sunset - a sight to behold above the city skyline... no obstructions, no lights, just crimson and gold melting into the ocean of the dark, blue, sky...

and I find freedom...

from the constraints of the road, of life, of physics, of biology...

I am limited only by my imagination...

below me, as the sky darkens, the white and red of the cars create pulsing lines of moving light, dutifully pressing forward along their respective vesicles, as if it were the life blood of the city...

and I take notice of my car...

it is...

intact.

the driver is driving as an automaton... driving carefully, but no emotion can be garnered from his face and no expression from his eyes...

the drive is...

boring...

and the driver?

who could it be...

believe it or not, it's just me...

Posted by ryan at 06:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

sometimes, you don't appreciate what you have when you have so much of it...

lately I've been reading about people who have been dealing with long distance relationships, people dealing with relationship problems of all shapes and sizes, and people just wishing for any kind of relationship...

tonight I had dinner with my fiancee - my love...not too different from most other nights we have had dinner - aside from the fact that today is was our observed anniversary - but we went to the mall, held hands while we got stuff for the wedding, talking laughing, fake pouting, smiling, and basically ignoring the rest of the world around us, just before heading to Cherry Blossom for a nice Japanese dinner... (Lorie ordered the tempura udon, as usual, and I ordered the sashimi dinner - toro to sake dai suki... totemo oishii...) we sat and talked, talked and sat... again, more laughing and smiling...

not too different from most nights when we have dinner...

... ... ...

somewhere, I remembered reading something about how when couples "mature" passion fades but the love remains because the love is no longer new and when a love is not new, then it is a different love...

that's some bs right there...

I believe that when passion fades it is because the love has been taken for granted...

I believe that when you feel that things are not as good as they used to be, or that things are not as easy, or whatever... that you must look at your life through the eyes of someone seeing it - your life, your situation - for the first time.

maybe you are not as innocent as you once were, maybe you are jaded because life has been throwing you curve balls...

but when you can see things like new, then you can remember the meaning they once, and should still, have...

but it is when we truly appreciate what it is that we actually have, that with which the Lord has blessed us, when we actually recognize and enjoy those gifts, can we truly appreciate and enjoy our lives...

if you are reading this, you have got to be blessed.

think about it...

open your eyes...

... ... ...

it just took the unadulterated laughter of a child (whom i could not understand totally due to the fact he was squeaking more japanese than I could comprehend), who was playing games at the table with his parents at the restaurant, to open my eyes and reveal the blessing of the beautiful creature with whom I will join in the bonds of Holy Matrimony in 298 days...

all of a sudden, dinner was more than just dinner...

it was a moment to be cherished...

... ... ...

then I couldn't finish the last piece of tuna...

and she wouldn't let me pick up the tab... (at this point it doesn't really matter though, since its coming from the same pot)

afterwards we went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond to look at the stuff for which we might possibly want to register.

then we realized that we did not want to register at Bed, Bath, and Beyond...

... ... ...

[sigh]

it's getting late...

and...

well, it's time to go...

Posted by ryan at 10:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)

yeah... so apparently Luis has been having a shitty time lately too... except his problems are related to his cars not working...

FYI - he will be joining Kris and I this New Years... (Kris and Luis also happen to have the same birthday which is the day before New Years Eve - so he will be in town for their birthday's as well)

you have to know it's gonna be frickin' crazy...

If I haven't mentioned it before (I think I might have) - Luis was my roommate in college, and could quite possibly be, aside from lorie, the only person who can push my buttons and not have me pissed off at him... partly explaining why we had such freakin' blast living together...

as far as boys go - Luis and Kris are probably as hardcore as you can get...

those two were the only guys to come visit me in Midland every week just to come chill at the bar at which I was spinning... on a Wednesday night...

this might not sound so impressive, but it was a two-hour drive one-way for these kids to come out and play with me...

on top of that - they did it for three months straight... 4 hours a week to just drive to a bar to hang out for 4 hours on a Wednesday night...

the consummate bar buddies and the only people I know - besides my sisters, my mom, and Vince - that could take all the utter shit I could dish out, and still love me for my stupid-ass self... (Lorie has witnessed, but not experienced the hell which I can create and the aftermath of said hell - and she actually has the power to stop it dead in its tracks... anna and kimmie lived it for a good portion of their lives - and, it can arguably be said, they continue to live it...)

so yeah - I hadn't spoken with Luis is a while... probably a month or so... but we caught up and laughed at the crap we just went through the last few weeks...

craziness...

In other news - today is Veteran's Day - or so I'm told...

but more importantly - it is the Sixth Anniversary of the day that Lorie and I chose to be our Annivesary - note 11/11 (easy enough for me to remember - no?)...

We actually don't remember the exact day that we were "official", but we do know that it was probably sometime later in November and quite possibly early December...

if you remember, the transition from this relationship from the prior is akin to a DJ mixing songs together with a cross-fader... you know - so you don't know when one song ended and the other began?

yeah, I was sketchy... so what...

I bet you were too...

Anyone that doesn't go by Babiegoose - ignore the rest of the entry ;-P
... ... ...

See you tonight goose...

Happy Anniversary...

I love you!!!

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Posted by ryan at 10:45 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I feel wretched... I don't know why... like I've been caught doing something and I have just been scolded...

yeech...

and the internet connection was slow all day at work...

i have no idea why I feel this way... I was fine just a few minutes ago - and nothing has happened between then and now...

wait...

I feel like Melvin Smiley...

"Hey Melvin, the hundred or so people you've killed in the last five years, more than likely have families that don't think too highly of you"

except for... I haven't killed anyone...

um...

I don't think... ;-P

but yeah... just one of those rare insecure moments that I get...

often...

if everything came easy, how could I possibly appreciate it. I have had all of these things in my life, just kind of land in my lap - and you know, until recently, I thought I was just lucky - that fate was on my side... (I know now that I have been blessed by the Lord and until recently I have taken His gifts for granted...)

[sigh] how does that alway happen...

somehow whenever I let Him into my heart everything always works out...

so why wouldn't I always keep Him there...

because I'm a stupid, weak fool.

... ... ...

unconditional love is such a heavy concept... I think we all have and can experience it - I would argue that it is the one thing for which we all strive...

just thinking about being unconditionally love makes me feel better... but I guess it's because I know I have it...

... ... ...

I'm blessed.

I should never forget that...

... ... ...

holy crap... Luis just called... talk about crazy... gotta run... I'm laughing now...

:-D

that is the tempo...

Posted by ryan at 08:52 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

the sci-fi channel is playing "Meet Joe Black"

a lovely movie, if I do say so myself...

Right now, I'm just stuck at Anna and Eric's condo, alone, with no car, because I left my car at Hiro's apartment. You see, last night we were supposed to go The Post Bar in Novi - so I drove to Lorie's house, and since she couldn't go - I went to Hiro's to go with him - and since we were supposed to stay in Novi, I figured I'd leave my car at Hiro's and drive it home after the night was over, but due to an tremendously long line and sub zero temperatures, that idea got nixed and we ended up at 5th Avenue in Novi... $4 later with a really good 80's cover band playing, we immediately ended up in an overstuffed bar... so - since we couldn't move - and I really like moving - we trucked our butts downtown to Panacea... where we enjoyed ourselves immensely...

as kimmie was working the coat check room that night, we thought it would be best that she drive us home... since I was probably not in a right state to drive myself home anyways (althought I must say I was not drunk)...

to make a long story short (too late)... I am waiting for kimmie, anna, and my mother to return from the movies, so that kimmie can drop me off at my car on her return journey to the Univeristy of Michigan...

eric dropped some deepness...

assuming I can get my head on straight - I would like to wax philosophical too...

and then read it over and over again...

"Bill, you have a deal."

Posted by ryan at 05:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

well... not really five, and not gold... more like two and platinum (although one may become white gold)

yes, lorie and I have moved ahead with the purchase of our wedding bands... although we must wait for a certain day in order to get 20% off or something like that...

yeah... so just when I saved up a ton of money...

*poof*

and like that... it's gone.

but it is soooooooooo cool, like totally! [translated from the valley girl]

the whole weight of the entire situation is slowly coming into focus...
the days are ticking by so quickly...

exciting...

and then tonight I will be heading off to the bar,
with four (or more) friends with whom I have not played in a while,
and drink my three (to get drunk) drinks,
stay until two o'clock (when the bar closes shop)...

and a partridge in a pear tree...

Posted by ryan at 06:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

and the light's herculean effort to break through the mist and fog is fulfilled...

I once heard that nothing should be used past 70% capacity.

like hard drives, machines, shelf space, checking accounts, etc.

this, apparently, is to allow for a contingency.

if you are more than 70% occupied, you lose the ability to handle the unexpected things that come out of no where...

Over the last month or so, I have experienced 116% capacity (according to the reports from my HR department) and I would venture that even at that capacity, there was a lot of waste going on there...

wasted time, wasted money, wasted speech, wasted non-sleep, wasted whatever...

today - for the first time in about a month - I feel...

fine.

don't know why, exactly - maybe it's the fact that as bad as things have been, I have been able to keep my head... er... nose... above water (I bet you He has something to do with that though...)

I had, what the alcoholics among us would call, a moment of clarity...

and it has filled the deflated form I occupy...

for a whole minute - all of the worries and troubles and doubts left my being...

... ... ...

I can handle overcapacity like a champ (for sprints)

but man - if I had to run an overcapacitated marathon - I'd would indubitably fail...

...

thanks for the rocky road, nana...

Posted by ryan at 03:40 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I just spent half the morning snaggin pics from www.despair.com...

laughing the whole time I was doing it...

sayings like "Individuality - Always Remember That You are Unique. Just Like Everybody Else." or "Laziness - Success is a Journey, Not a Destination. So Stop Running." with these nice pictures...

you'll see what I mean if you go there, as I will not be posting them... but this is no way an endorsement of their product - I just thought it was funny...

there are about 4 years worth of these (71 to date)... with my favs being individuality, cluelessness, conformity, despair, goals, hazards, idiocy, laziness, limitations, loneliness, misfortune, motivation, persistence, pretension, procrastination, and stupidity...

I like the others, but there are just too many to list...

ok, that's it for now...

I need to "Get To Work - [I'm not] being paid to believe in the power of [my] dreams"

pesky job... (why can't I get paid to play?)

Posted by ryan at 12:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

-Sensitive- You're Sensitive, and you'd like to
stay that way. Sorry,listened to a bit too much
Jewel there. You're sweet and very emotionally
charged. You definitely love the person you're
with, and always want to know how they're
feeling so you can make sure they're happy.

So I took this quiz...I'm sensitive...yes..and many of my friends can attest to that too...I cry at all/many movies...like whalerider...first 5 minutes into and I'm already crying...I cried so much that when we left, I looked like I had been in a huge fight with Ryan...actually worse, b/c I don't think Ryan and I have had fights where I cried so much...anyways, this test is about the type of girlfriend I am, but I think it applies to my friends too....I will do anything in my power for my friends...anything....I don't know if they know this...but now they do...so if any of you need a shoulder to cry on...someone to vent to...girl problems (since most of my friends are guys), or guy problems ( for my few girlfriends)...someone to laugh with or to be excited with...I will be here, at any hour of the day...to sympathize, cry, laugh, give a woo hoo!!! or be mad with you...I'm your girl

oh...and that Jewel song...I love it!!

Posted by lorie at 07:35 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

today for lunch, I decided to take a walk to the Tubby's sub shop about a block away...

the day was slightly overcast, and there was a nice breeze and it was in the high 50's - beautiful weather in my opinion - and I was admiring the array of colors being presented to me by the deciduous trees, whose leaves have already commenced its congregation on the ground (which, from the grumble of the riding mower in the area, would soon be congregated in clear plastic bags to be sent someplace to be transmogrified, with the help of the willing annelids, into compost)

as my walked progressed, the I breathed in the aroma of the surrounding leaves - which I found quite pleasing...

then...

my mind flashed back to my visit to Alaska, where it was explained, on a rather informative and quite enjoyable hike in the mountains, that there were 5 types of salmon which can be named using pnemonic devices and the five fingers on one hand.

Sometime during this hike, it was mentioned that after the salmon have spawed, they become listless and eventually die. It just so happens they all choose the same river valley in which to depart their aquatic life. And, since salmon do not sublimate (or so I'm told), their carcasses lie rotting in said river valley.

Now, to the olfactory organs of a typical human being, the smell of rotting fish is quite grotesque - to the point of nauseum, but to the average bald eagle, that smell is like a free gourment buffet...

So, since eagles enjoy the smell of dead fish - which I vehemently detest, and I enjoy the smell of dying or freshly dead leaves, I have to wonder if there is anything that detests the smell of dead leaves as much as I detest dead fish...

Poor creature, if there ever was one... but I guess fragrance is in the nose of the beholder... (because there are those afficionadoes of their own flatulence... weirdos)

to each their own...

I will gaze out the window, and treaure the time I can view the leaves...

Of red and gold...

Posted by ryan at 01:03 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

your in-ground pool can get lifted, completely intact, out of the ground...

I do not think I can take anymore craziness...

this is a different kind of stress...

How will I be able to ponder the different wonders of life, when I cannot even put my affairs at home to bed...

oh... maybe it would help if I had a bed...

hmm... do you think I'm dwelling too much on the past?

Like Rafiki said "It doesn't matter, it's in the past...the past can hurt, but the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."

hmm... so
1. do not set bed on fire
2. do not let pool exhume itself from the ground

seems simple.

in theory.

but how does one apply this in reality?

whatever. Que sera, sera...

or in the words of Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam "Kuh sarah kuh sarah, whatever will be..."

if something else happens too soon, then I will be lost in emotion...

and my eyes will shed tears...

no.

they will pour...

Posted by ryan at 02:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

so today, I got up before the butt crack of dawn and drove my ever so lovely fiancee to the airport... something for work - (she travels more than I do - since I have yet to travel - and it's supposed to be a part of my job description)...

so, since my work is much closer to the airport than the couch on which I have been sleeping, I decided to go to work... 3 hours before I usually get in...

of course, no one is at work - so I have all of this time to use and guess what I did...

I slept in my car for about an hour.

I was awakened by "A Whole New World", the herald on my phone which signifies the arrival of a telephone call from lorie...

she boarded her plane.

I'm still the first one at the office, even at 7:00am...

"Oh well,"

I decided I might as well login in an putz around while I'm alone...

that lasted a whole 15 minutes...

So - I get some extra time to take care of things I normally wouldn't have time to do and I sleep it away...

can't help being tired I guess...

and now I will drink red bull and get to work.

I should... get back to work... don'tcha think?

Posted by ryan at 07:17 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)