We Are Not Alone

I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. I figured it would always be an abduction, not just a sighting, but I knew one day I would come into contact with another life form. I just didn't think it would be so soon.

I was coming home the other day when I saw the strange glow, something lurking behind the plants in the front, I was able to get out my camera and snap a picture before it ran away. Now I'm just waiting for the guys in black to come and tell me I didn't see what I know I saw. Just waiting....

Blame it on the rain that was fallin fallin

Interestingly enough, this entry isn't about Ashlee Simpson. I'm sure there have been enough blog entries about her since Saturday's little mishap.

There's an electricity in the air right before a storm. I don't know what it is about me, but that electricity gets me flowing. It's like my senses come alive, this energy comes through me and I feel like I'm ready to take on the world. It could just be because storms are such an oddity here in the land of eternal 75 and sunny that my body doesn't really know how to act.

Yet with as much energy that flows through me pre-storm, the storm itself drains me. I find my comfort in the pitter-pat sounds of the rain and the smell of a fresh rain. I turn nostalgic, remembering days of yore, friends and experiences that are now but memories. Mostly my thoughts lately drift to HER. I have so many memories of her that it's almost impossible to remember ones without her.

I love storms.

Nothing is worse then when it's one of the happiest times of your life, and there's no one to spend it with.

Do You Remember Your First...

Car, that is.

If you're like me, or like most teenagers in America, your first car was nothing special, other then the fact of what it was, your first car. First taste of responsibility, and quite possibly, your first running joke. Most often it was handed down from your parents, or bought for around $1000 that you saved up from flipping burgers. Either way, a lot of times it looks like this:



That's right. An '85 Volvo station wagon. Broken A/C, Broken Tape Player, and manual windows. Despite all that, I have some good memories in that car. And that's not even including the time the odometer hit 300,000. Yes, that car was well worn.

Can't say I missed it when it went, but memories are always nice to reflect upon.

The Funny Has Returned....

While I will say that my work is anything from typical, today it just took another turn towards weird.

My boss has started online dating.

While that in itself is somewhat funny, let me go into a little more detail. While him and his future ex-wife decide the fate of their relationship, he has decided that he's too old to hit up the bar scene, and is going to start online dating. The funny is the fact that my boss is completely illiterate when it comes to computers, as is almost everyone in my office...everyone, except me. So who gets the job of helping set him up on www.americansingles.com and www.jdate.com? Me. Luckily I was able to pawn off the job of taking pictures of him to post on the site, but I still had to edit and re-size them.

Within an hour of signing up, my boss was scanning through the photos, calling us in when he found a cute one. By the end of the day he had already started talking up with one of his potential matches. Today, I installed Yahoo Messenger on his computer so he can chat with her some more. Goodbye productivity...

I don't like the drugs...

I'm sick. I hate being sick, and it's especially hard since I have no one to take care of me when I'm sick. I knew there would be times in which I miss having someone around, and I knew this would be one of them. I can't stand being sick. I'm not the type of person who gets a cold, coughs, sneezes, and goes about their daily life. I usually get violently ill. I was a sick baby growing up.

A lot of my sickness comes from stress I believe. In high school, I used to get sick the week after finals. I don't know why, but every year it was like clockwork. Maybe it was lack of sleep and everything from studying, but I'd usually miss the first few days after finals week. This week I've had 2 tests, the catalog I'm working on for work, and irregular sleeping and eating habits. I guess my life caught up to me and told me to take better care of my body.

True Story
Last year was one of the worst episodes I've had. I was up at my father-in-law's house for Christmas and they cooked ham. Ham hates me, it really screws up my stomach, which ends up hurting my ass, and the people in the immediate area of my ass. Anyway, I was good, ate some ham so no one would feel offended, and dealt with it. Eventually, it came. I was not going to do it at their house, that's for sure, it was a small apartment, that would've filled with an unpleasant aroma in seconds. So I held it. Now when I hold it, is when I get sick. Not sure why, but that's what always happens. I could feel my body getting hot, so I went on to the balcony, and puked into a small plant.

Eventually my wife caught on about what was going on, and we left, her driving, me dying in pain, both of us laughing about it at times. We got back to our apt and excruciating 35min later. By now my wife is furious at the thought of me being sick again (I had just been the week before, followed by her being sick after that). We're walking towards our apartment when:

Blaaaaah. So much for the bushes by the stairs. She continues up to the apt, I continue puking outside in the bushes. After a couple more times I run upstairs because I couldn't hold it much longer and hop on the toilet and promptly empty my colon. After a couple minutes of that, I clean up, then start to puke again. I start tossing my clothes off me because at this point, they'll just get in the way. My wife is changing in the bedroom getting ready to go to her mom's for more holiday cheer. She checks on me out of spousal obligation, and then heads to her mom.

I spent the next 4 hours of the night making sure that there was nothing left in my stomach or colon. My sides were hurting from puking, my ass was sore, I was a mess. Naked on the bathroom floor wrapped in a blanket when I was cold, bare ass naked when I was hot. The entire time alone.

My wife re-caught the bug a couple of days later, so she was sick, again. Being the nice man I am I was sure to remind her of how mad she got at me when I was sick twice. I loved taking care of her when she was sick, she was so dramatic that it was comical, and she loved to be pampered, and I loved to pamper her.