Is it a Midlife Crisis

How Dare He!

President George Bush STOLE my parking spot today! Seriously. He has decided today to grace the city of Louisville with his presence and of course, of all places he had to choose the hotel right across the street. Yeah, the one attached to my parking garage, so I’ll give you two guesses as to where they decided to park everyone involved in the event. MY PARKING GARAGE! How dare he!

Of course, some kudos need to be given to the company who owns the garage. Knowing that this would royally piss off people like little ‘ol me, they managed to park us in another garage. I’m feeling a little special as it’s a garage that isn’t even officially opened yet, in the new Muhammad Ali building just one block down. I’m feeling a bit celebritified just now.

Star Struck... not!

You know, I’ve never really gotten that whole star struck mentality thing that seems to posses a large number of normally sane individuals. Why do we seem to give the biggest honor to those that do nothing more then entertain us? Why are we so consumed with these people’s lives, that we actually create an industry out of doing nothing more then snooping around their private moments? I’ll admit that I’ve met my share of stars and love the shock factor of telling the stories, but never enough to care about who they were dating or what they ate for their last meal. For the most part, most of the meetings ended up feeling very casual and normal, nothing very star struck about it. I play a spontaneous two hand touch football game with the redskin’s offensive line. I bar hopped with Miami sound machine (Ok, this was back when they actually were popular and I was young!). DH and I sat next to Ellen DeGeneres on a two and a half hour plane ride. I attended a slumber party with the band Kix. Sat with Robin Williams at a charity function. There are a few others, but these were the ones that went beyond the simple gushing handshake and “I’m such a huge fan” thing. All the encounters were pretty normal and nothing utterly spectacular and memorable about the meets other then the fact of who they were. They all were nice and interesting, and amazingly very down to earth (Except for Gloria Estafan who was simply a snob of greatest proportions, but the rest of the band was a hoot!). But never once did I ever get that feeling of being in the presence of greatness, because honestly, I really wasn’t.

So I have this calendar on my desk of the 365 stupidest things ever said. NO, the calendar isn’t as good as it sounds. In fact some of them are pretty boring and a few I just don’t get. But today’s quote was a rare gem on a retraction printed in The Lawyer:

“Last week, The Lawyer incorrectly stated that Maurice Millen, who was leaving DAC to join Macfarlanes, was a senior lawyer. Millen was DAC’s head of IT. We apologize to the two firms for any inconvenience this may have caused. We would also like to apologize to Millen for any embarrassment caused by calling him a lawyer.”

CLASSIC!

mission organization

After several years in the tech industry, it still amazes me the crazy up/down cycle that goes on. Several weeks of being on a full tilt, race to the finish line type of cycle, it has now screeched to an almost stand still. There’s always work to do, but it’s the type of work you find every reason to avoid, and even in the quiet lull, the desire to accomplish these menial tasks just isn’t there. Instead I’ve hit my annual “get my butt organized” spell. I’m an utter disorganized mess, who has delusions of perfect organizational grandeur. I love being organized and feeling organized, but I never am. I can spend hours and tons of money getting things all neat and tidy and just so, and yet manage to wreck it all in the name of progress! It’s almost ironic that I am the least organized at the times I probably need it the most, but it’s those times that I refuse to take an extra sec to label the folders (Heck, most times I don’t even pull out the folder!) and do all those i dotting, t crossing things I so adore when things are slow and simple. I wonder why I ever bother setting up a system I refuse to use when needed, possibly it an insane delay tactic to avoid the utterly mundane. At least there’s a feeling of accomplishment once the reorg is complete, but the mundane stuff is just, well... Mundane!

The Fart Factory

After spending a couple of days of cleaning up puke, I thought it appropriate to go visit the latest learning experience in Louisville. Yes, the illustrious grossology exhibit at the children’s Science museum. Probably the only place a parent would actually deem farting and burping appropriate. My friend M and I spent a couple hours watching our children climb a scab wall, shoot snot balls up a nose (Only to have them sneezed back at us later), sniff stinky feet and anus smells, make a man burp, barf and fart (When M and I took our turn, we got all three almost at once!), and last but not least slide down the pooper slide (also known as the GI slide). For the most part, they had a ball, though my daughter didn’t care for getting sneezed out of a giant nose very much. The two boys were in heaven though. I’m actually a little worried just what type of behavior reports I may see from my son’s school this week, with his fascination for bodily functions and all!

And I pick.....

Apparently there is a whole marriage versus single debate running wild on the net. Or maybe that’s ran wild on the net, since I’m usually notoriously late for anything. The arguments seem to be running the entire gambit from single people being immature and selfish to married people being delusional and overly righteous. My philosophy is really, who cares? Why is it we need to feel vindicated in our life decisions so badly that we fall to a level that we have to belittle anyone who doesn’t adhere to them, just to reaffirm ourselves? If a person is still single past the age of thirty, just who on earth does it really harm? Those single people have managed to help keep bars, restaurants, movie theatres, etc open, so that us married people have some place to go on our once a month (More like quarter) date night. They are also the ones we married folks can call up, when we unexpectedly have a babysitter, to go do something on a moments notice. Other then maybe having to hear them drone on about their latest conquest or bemoan their lack of a partner once in awhile, my life definitely has a place for single friends.
Marriage is also far from having to settle, or being tied down and suffocated. With the right partner, marriage is having someone to talk to about things you wouldn’t share with anyone else, someone who knows what your feeling without you ever having to say a word. It’s about stabilizing your life and having a direction and a purpose that won’t change with the tides of political and economic forecasts. It’s about having someone who will stand behind you and support you when you need it. And it’s about nurturing and supporting someone else at the same time. It’s a fantastic thing I wish everyone I know will have an opportunity to experience, but it’s not something I think requires a deadline or a hasty decision.

So I hereby declare to all my single friends: I love you guys just the way you are, and I promise never to ask you when you are going to find Mr. or Mrs. Right and settle down and I promise never to send a black cloud over your new relationship, by annoyingly asking (especially in front of him/her) “When’s the wedding?” as long as you promise not to run through the list of all things evil with marriage in front of me. Deal?

Sexy Librarian

For those that have never had the unique expirence of a date with a sexy librarian, I highly recommend it! Lunch was ten times tastier with her around.

Just not anal

Finally, work is finally taking a slight breather. With one project down, another back on track and a third hitting yet another road block for which I have no control over, I’m finally able to try and get things organized here again. No matter how hard I try to keep myself organized at work, I find I tend to just let it all go to hell in a hand basket the minute things get a bit hectic. I’m constantly stuck in that cycle of “Get organized”, “hell breaks loose”, “Everything goes to pots”, “things get solved”, “Pace slows down” back to “Get organized” again. I’m thinking I just not anal retentive enough to really be organized, but I’m goal oriented enough to want to feel like I am.

"Tweet"!!!!!!

I survived my weekend from hell and am now an official FIFA soccer ref. Yeah me! I probably could have slept through most of the course and still passed, but considering the average age of the class was something like 14, I understand why they made us all sit through everything. Thankfully, the instructor was a tasty bit of eye candy, and a good instructor to boot. So I can say I did actually learn quite a bit going through the course, but most of it will only come into effect if I ever reffed colligate games or higher, but since time will only permit me to help out the local youth league, most of the weekend was just a waste of time. Of course in the manner of two and a half days, DH and the kids managed to let loose several tornados through out the house, and now maneuvering around the house is an “At Your Own Risk” thing. I probably should clean it, but hell, I wasn’t the one that messed it up, was I?

Call me master!

So, I think I’m still falling into that bad blogger syndrome. Work has been a little nutty lately (You know, prime blogging time!), and actually forcing me to work (What are they thinking?). That coupled with my current curse of everything I touch having to massively fuck up in some way, shape or form, has basically kept me work some serious overtime. Work has finally gotten things set up well enough for me to actually get into the network to do some work from home, and unfortunately, I’ve been doing a lot this week. The good news is, yesterday, I was either cured of my curse or just blessed with a reprieve as three major projects that have been giving me fits, finally started going right enough to make some serious progress, and a forth never even screwed up on me at all! OH HAPPY DAY! I was so stoked that I called and had an extra lunch date with Sarahspace yesterday (Twice in one week, possible sarahspace overload!). I also volunteered to be the webmaster for the football team’s website, which is going to be interesting getting myself back up to speed. I haven’t really kept up with much web design stuff for the past 6 years and am pretty much completely out of date! I’m actually looking forward to doing this, and getting back up to speed on everything web related, now I just have to find the time to actually do it! Eeek!