Random Rants & Rumblings

cloudya:

If you make dinner plans with me, I’ll usually end up inviting a third person along.

I know this is very, very rude.

I’d rather you think I’m rude, than that you have to sit with me for an hour and find out how dull I am and wonder why you bother being friends with me in the first place.

This is the same reason I avoid making dinner plans.

I never really ‘dated’. There was one time in college when I actually asked girl I was very enamoured with out for dinner and a movie. She brought her dorm mate. In retrospect it could have been that she shared the above mentioned fears. I would like to believe that o was just too much sexy beast for one woman.

In case you were wondering I don’t think the night even ended with a hot one-some.

katiescountdown:

Dear Husband, if you have any intentions of getting laid tonight, it would help if I were to receive a foot rub.

Of Course I am well aware that you will need to receive first to ensure that I will not back out on my part.

I think we have an understanding.

Although I was a fan of the remodeled Tardis. The blue box is much better looking.

On a related note, Alex Winter (Ted) was my favorite companion.

I’m not ‘pretty’. I AM a sizzling chunk of man meat.

Regardless; thanks for noticing.

Let’s see what all the hub bub is about .

Claviusrobinsky

I find Passion for my work in fits of productivity. Sometimes I am on point and others I feel ashamed that I get paid for he day.

I am not passionate about what I do and I think that this is the cause of the peak and valleys.

Is you ever want to know what I’m looking for know that I am looking for work that feel like I am playing. I have a few ideas. I kit need to figure out how to monetize them.

It can’t charge fast enough

I’m ready to burn some houses.

When The Missus told me that we would be going to my parents ‘for a little bit’ today I knew that it would be somewhat of an ordeal. It always is. As with anything that is good for me and that I actually end up being grateful for I groan, moan, complain and try to avoid doing it.

We got to my parents house and within a few minutes Dad and I were in the truck to gather a spring harrower to do some work. It was soon loaded, moved and attached to the tractor and we made quick work of the weeds along the border of the pasture. The horses neighed and watched as we labored. The cattle chewed their cuds from a distance.

I like doing farm work. I like that in a short period of time the results of your labor can be physically seen. I have a desire for that life style but the means to do it as I would like.

I want a hobby farm. Horses, cattle, chickens and goats (only because a couple of sisters have been slowly changing my mind about them). I want a garden large enough to meet the needs of my family with a little surplus to share with neighbors or sell at farmers markets on the weekends with the kids. I want fruit trees with a decomposed granite path weaving among them so that when the weather is warm and fruit is ripe I can walk there with my love and pull fruit fresh and crisp from the tree and enjoy the sweetness of life.

It’s just a dream. I make a very good living but it is demanding. While it would provide the financial means to give me this dream life it would not afford me the time to do the work that I, personally, would want to do.

I think I may just move in with Taiss. Maybe he could use a ranch hand.