Bald but not balding. Overweight, but carries it well. Quick to smile, and overly self-deprecating. Beard, but not a big beard. Expensive runners, attached to an otherwise inexpensive wardrobe. Usually wearing a hoody, or a Hawaiian style shirt depending on the weather. I appear stronger then I actually am, both physically and emotionally.
5’11” tall, with expressive dark brown eyes. No eyebrows, or at least none to speak of. Big nose, but you wouldn’t notice because of the fat head. Rosy cheeks, and tends to fall asleep if left alone too long.
All my parents have always had one car each. That’s the first thing that comes to mind. My family doesn’t do that.
My step-mom always had these weird superstitions, that I never really adopted.
Both my biological parents tended to hold on to things way past their usefulness. This is a habit that I’m trying to shed, but haven’t yet.
When my parents separated, when I was eleven, I think the idea of a traditional household blew up. Then we went around picking up whatever pieces we thought would be useful.
A wise man once said. “Ideas can change, and beliefs are an anchor”. Build your traditions on ideas, not beliefs.
A Tyrannosaurus Rex, so that I could ride it to work, and have it feast on my enemies.
This is exactly the kind of question my boys would love. It makes no sense, there is no context… I mean…. are we talking time machine? cloning? How did I come across this technology?
What am I feeding this thing? In this scenario, am I some kind of rich person that can afford exotic animals? Do a have employees that can help me? Have they developed laws around this animal?
I would go see my brother, and bring one of my boys. Obviously.
But you have to remember, as expensive as that might be, money isn’t my greatest barrier. My greatest barrier has been, and remains to be, TIME.
Precious and I deserve a quality vacation. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that. The only reason I picked Europe first is because one, I miss my bro, and two I think that a trip over the pond would serve as a very good experience for a young mind.
I talked about my traveling priorities in a previous post. What it would come down to, is the hope that the trip would serve more then one purpose. I think.
Once upon a time I was a steel worker. More specifically a press and die operator, with a touch of forklift driving. Most of the people I worked with there didn’t know my real name.
The entire time that I worked at that job i was known as RED. Or BIG RED, or BIG BAD RED. Depending on how much time you had while saying the name. I was not bad, or big, but I did wear bright red coveralls.
I had the coveralls because of Domo. You might remember Domo. “We jump to the pump for you.” With the kangaroo mascot. And….. the bright red coveralls. Domo was the job I held immediately previous to my steel worker gig.
I stood out like a sore thumb. And, considering the amount of abuse i sustained while working there I’m surprised i didn’t get a worse nickname….. It was given to me by a kind man, named Al. He was famous for peeing off the loading docks. So much so that they put up a sign saying that “Al_ Employee_ should refrain from urinating off the dock”. I wish i had a picture.
He was a former convict. Living the “fast” life, or so he said. He was patient, he stood up for me, and he had the filthiest vocabulary you could possibly imagine. He got that job because his brother ran one of the departments. Alvin and Calvin…. Damn, truth is stranger than fiction sometimes isn’t it?
For SIX years my professional name was “Red”. Thats a long time. By that time my coveralls were long gone and some people didn’t even know that Red was a nickname. They thought that was my given name.
Eventually that name along with my steel working career faded into the past, and I moved on.
Firstly, I try my best to keep a positive outlook. Cynicism can only get you so far, once you’ve checked all the boxes, you should start expecting the best. I spent many years expecting the worst, and that didn’t help me one bit. Once you’re safe. Mind body and soul, then you roll the dice, take the leap, ask the girl, make the move. Other wise you are waiting to die.
I am not a healthy man. Physically. But, I’m working on it. I’ve been experimenting with my diet. Trying to build a new normal. SUSTAINABLY !!! That’s the key. If I can’t keep being healthy, and enjoy it, then it’s all for not. Wish me luck!! Throw me some advice. Just don’t expect anything from me. This is going to have to be my journey.
The sad thing I think is that I haven’t figured this shit out before my little people came along. I would like to have all this stuff on lock, so i can model it for my boys. That is not the case.
I’ve been waiting to go to Disney World for a while now. Since 2020 to be exact, and I’m still waiting. Florida is sounding more and more crazy. Well, The whole of the states really, but Florida especially. Still, i want to go to Disney World.
I downloaded an app for my phone called Expedia, and I was experimenting with the trip planner. Apparently i could fly to Amsterdam, stay in a hostel for a week and fly home, all for $1500. Why Amsterdam? I don’t know, I was just playing around. It is one of a few places i would like to visit. New Zealand being another. Australia. Germany. South Korea. Maybe Japan….
Precious is dying to go on an African safari, and I have to say that would be pretty cool.
And then there is Family. I haven’t been to Gibraltar in over a decade, and I have a FREE couch to crash on!!!! FREE.. free. I’m pretty sure i could weasel my way into a free place to stay in Britain as well. And Barbados…. My god the advantages i haven’t seized.
Why have I not taken full advantage of this? Idunno…
