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Wednesday, makes me sad...

I work out of town for two weeks at a time. The nice part of this is the two week vacation that I get every month. Having the money to do so is nice also. Having a job that I enjoy 99% of the time is great. The only issue that keeps popping up is the dread of leaving.   Truth is, I really like my existence at home. My boys are really great to be around (not all of the time, but enough to make it worth while). I never appreciated the calmness and security of being home when I was there every night and weekend. Now I am at work for both of the holidays and it is a stressor. The main thing isn't being gone for Christmas and New year's day, that can be done any time (and it's cheaper after the first of the year). It's missing the greatest time of the year, Christmas vacation. I love just hanging out and existing with both of the reasons that I do what I do. That is all for now.

I Am Funnier In Person.

  I make people laugh, not professionally (unless you count trying to create a fun workplace), but more on a personal level. Having actual jokes isn't my strong point, though I do have a few that I can't seem to recall at the correct times (now being one of those).   Fundamentally funny people don't really tell the traditional type joke. It's more of a play towards the audience or an inside joke from the "comedian" that they share with the rest of us (Thank you, Bob Saget). I try to be more improvisational and cultural knowledge based, with a touch (or dump truck load) of vulgarity and shock value. Misdirection and puns, mostly. Can I be funny when I plan it? The answer is a frightful "no". There are times that I find something hilarious and share with others but most of it is off the cuff.   Why am I telling you this? (if there is someone reading, which I highly doubt.)   The short answer is midgets. The more accurate one is that I need to write

Feeling down...

It's wierd. I'm sitting at a carwash waiting to make my new truck shiny and pretty, yet I am depressed.  I have no idea why, it should be a pretty good day. I am about to go work out, then grab lunch with the Mrs. Other activities are planned and I like not having the time to wallow in the murkiness of depression.  I tell myself it will be a good day and hope I will induce happiness with exhaustion. Maybe it will be the deluxe wash for my soul.

Me...

This is me, wallowing in the awesomeness that God, or whatever supermarket deity, has created. I am at home on a moderately warm Sunday (30ยบ to be exact, or approximate. I don't have a fact checking department. Yet.) Have a fantastic day!