(quick note: "one bad apple don't spoil the whole bunch girl…" I have the Osmonds playing on a telephone on-hold background with the @home peeps.)
Um… golf yesterday? It was the hottest day of the year yesterday… and I tee'd off at 11:54 - so I golfed through the hottest part of the day. I drank about 10 bottles of water…
Georges' kindergarten glass walked (WALKED!!) to the fire-station for a field trip yesterday. Zebra took time off work to go with and be a helper. Geo drank a whole bottle of water on the walk to the station… then had to pee… so he used the fire-peoples can. He drank another bottle while he was there… and on the walk back to school - as zebra describes it - he became increasingly incensed with the need to get to a can. By the time they reached the school grounds he was hunched over, holding his crotch doing that Olympic Speed Walker butt wiggle bee-lining it for the can.. Z keeps up with him and when they get to the class he stops "Mom… I have to ask permission first!!!" hahaha … Zebra covered the concept of need versus permission with him by pushing him into the stall. (where they have the cutest teeny little toilettes… really cute!)
~ shiny kinda soccer shirt (black with a gray stripe)
~ it's Friday… jeans baby… jeans!
~ fila runners.
~ to get my dam @home connection back tonight or die trying…
~ to go my clients site and clean up the mess that was made while I was sweating on a golf course yesterday…
~ there was a fire-wire port on the back of my head and I could just upload Lj directly into my cerebral cortex (or whatever…)
~ that lizvang's leg would stop hurting and giver her a break!
~ I could go boston, find maurcelt and just spend a day taking care of her … anything that would just make her feel pampered and loved. Just a treat for a deserving woman.
Ok, now this is the third time I've taken a stab at this next sentence... we'll see if this version makes the cut - it just keeps sounding pathetic:
I define myself exactly as i do in my Lj bio, with an ordered sense of relationships to the world around me. As in, "I am a father, a husband, a citizen, etc...." The happiness that infects my mind and heart is defined - in the main - by the state of those relationships. On that list is the concept of being a friend. I believe I could to the whole Omega man thing - being the last person alive on the planet, but clearly that would suck hard and serious ass. I fricking love my friends and I love being able to "be a friend".
All of my life I have lived in such a way that massive amounts of personal happiness are derived from feeling as though I have been a good and true friend. I could go on and on about real world friendships - I'm fortunate to have some very precious rw friendships, but that's off topic.
This has to do with my Lj buds. The reason I get such a charge out of Lj and make a point of talk'en good vibes 'bout the banditos that are my Lj friends is that the time I spend reading you… thinking about you… hearing from you… just fills me - winds me up and spins me out… Next to sex, and my kids… this explosion of relationships (the Lj zone) is the best thing that could have happened to my universe.