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The State of Things...or Something Like That

I want to start off with an apology. I have been woefully negligent in my goal of 'doing more writing in 2013' (because that's not a vague goal or anything). Hopefully this update will mark the point where I get back on track with that goal.And do more writing. Or something like that.I trust that the 3 of you that normally peruse the cerebral 'uke that spills forth on this blog have found something else to occupy you in the while until I got my head back out of my arse.So...where were we?Life is pretty good, actually. I'm coming up on my 1 year anniversary at work. And now, as it did in the first week here, it feels like this job is the perfect fit for me. I don't quite know how to describe it other than to say it feels like home. I'm sure stuff has happened between the time I posted last on here and now, but I don't really feel like playing catch up mode and going in to every detail.Suffice to say, things are pretty decent in Toddlandia.I'm still h…

I Am A Humbled Dot Connector

It is humbling to me when I hear from someone that my little affirmations inspire them. That they can read something that I wrote with a smile and it makes them smile and brightens their day, even if for a moment.

Because, that's what it's really about, isn't it? The moments.
I think a lot of people wait for their 'big defining moment'...and they miss the point.  Our lives are a 'connect the dots' picture. Do you remember those? A page full of dots that didn't look like anything but a page full of dots. And in some cases the dots were sequenced. Once you followed each of those dots, when you connected the last one to the first one, you saw the whole picture.
I used to stop along the way, from dot to dot and try to guess what the bigger picture was. It was always such a rush when I thought I knew what it was and it turned out to be that very thing! But you know what was cooler? When I thought it was one thing, but after connecting all the dots, it turned…

Fleas Allow Me to Introduce Myself...

Spent this past weekend in Olive Hill, KY at Carter Caves with the 'rents. It's our annual tradition of going down to the cottages there and eating, drinking, and being merry for 2 1/2 days.  This year I'm fighting a cold, so I didn't whoop it up as much as I normally might have, but it was still a righteous time.
Coming back home today we stopped at the 23 Southbound Flea Market (just south of Piketon for those familiar with 23's journey through southern Ohio).  
And as I'm walking through there, I just couldn't believe the amount of pure crap that they have. But crap aside, there are some gems.
Some of you might know that this blog got its start from me taking and posting pix of crazy shit that I saw at thrift stores. Up until I got threatened for getting kicked out for life, that was how I amused myself on this blog.
Today hearkened back to those days. I took several shots with my phone today at the flea market. Which..funny story.... A while back I was …

Screw You Treadmill

20 minutes.
That's all I lasted tonight.

After that, it was 'Screw You, Treadmill....ya rat bastich.'

Yeah....I tend to talk to all my exercise equipment as a cross between Jimmy Durante and Michael Keaton's character from Johnny Dangerously....sue me. It's much better than my Richard Dawson're going to have to trust me on that one.

I have always avoided treadmills. And with good reason. I hate to run.
Let me back up. Back when I was a kid...I loved to run. Sometimes. Mostly, because I've been chubby all my life, I hated to run. Even when I WAS in good shape (for a 10 month period between 1989 and 1990), I hated to run.

And treadmills to me were always the spawn of Satan...a.k.a. an exercise device on which you jog or run.

BZZZZT! No thanks. Count me out. Seriously..I f**king hate to run. I don't run unless I'm being chased.

So, tell me again why I accepted this PayITForward of a beast treadmill from a friend?  Because...I was gonna be t…

How To Drive Awesome

Now, I don't normally like to give away my secrets. Some of you may or may not know that I was a medical courier for a year and a half in my college aged years.

I actually loved that job. But that's a story for another time. Thing is...there are pick up when driving is your job. And driving home tonight in Ohio's wonderful weather schizophrenia, I was thinking that I should share tips on how to drive like a complete bad-ass. Or Awesome Driving 101, if you will.

TALK OR TEXT ON YOUR CELL PHONEDistraction is the key to driving awesomely. The more distracted you are, the better your driving experience will be. Afterall, it's a long commute, why shouldn't you take advantage of that time to catch up on your emails on the way in to the office? The worse the weather is, the more you should concentrate on avoiding spelling mistakes.CHANGE LANES WILLY-NILLYThere is a subtle art to the lane change. Instead of staying in the lane you know you need to b…