It's Craptacular
Hello Blogland,
I realize it has been a long time since I have posted. Life has seemed to have gotten the better of me these days. My office is being renovated, which means I am in a temporary office and surrounded by people I could really do without. This change has meant absolutely zero privacy, with my desk situated behindf the coffee station and in front of a meeting area and the door to the washroom. Everyone who walks near me is overcome with the urge to look at my computer screen. Hence, no surfing, no blogging, and even less fun than before. That's no saying much. I could post at home, but the home computer is acting a little strange and by the time the house gets cleaned-up and the kids are in bed, I'm just too damn tired.
I suppose that's one of those signs I really am getting older. I hate to admit that, but it keeps slamming me on the head. I still feel I have the mind of the adventurous, fun, slightly wild, and a little strange 20 year old. But the realization that I am a 34 year old father of two with responsibilities that far outway my desire to tell people to fuck off brings me right back down to earth.
On a brighter note, a long-time friend called me on the weekend to say he has tickets for us to see The Black Crowes. That will be fun. This friend, lets call him Fred, was always the one I could count on for a good time. We don't see each other very often, as he too has a family and responsibilities, but when we do, its always fun. We have known each other since highschool, and it was with him that I had some of my greatest adventures, as the two of us worked our way across the Middle East and Europe for a year.
The show is the evening before Mothers Day, so we both know that we owe our significant others big-time. They realize there is no possibly way that we will be coherent the next day for any sort of Mothers Day festivities. The last time Fred and I went out on the town, it was very last minute and we were both broke. That's when we thought it would be fun to split a large bottle of cough syrop and see where it took us. If its good enough for bums, it was good enough for us. Good times.
That's all for now, world. I had a few minutes and thought I would enter the outside world. I do have some thoughts in draft, so perhaps with a little luck and a little less laziness, I can post again shortly.
Keep reaching for the bars.
Until next time,
Dirk
I realize it has been a long time since I have posted. Life has seemed to have gotten the better of me these days. My office is being renovated, which means I am in a temporary office and surrounded by people I could really do without. This change has meant absolutely zero privacy, with my desk situated behindf the coffee station and in front of a meeting area and the door to the washroom. Everyone who walks near me is overcome with the urge to look at my computer screen. Hence, no surfing, no blogging, and even less fun than before. That's no saying much. I could post at home, but the home computer is acting a little strange and by the time the house gets cleaned-up and the kids are in bed, I'm just too damn tired.
I suppose that's one of those signs I really am getting older. I hate to admit that, but it keeps slamming me on the head. I still feel I have the mind of the adventurous, fun, slightly wild, and a little strange 20 year old. But the realization that I am a 34 year old father of two with responsibilities that far outway my desire to tell people to fuck off brings me right back down to earth.
On a brighter note, a long-time friend called me on the weekend to say he has tickets for us to see The Black Crowes. That will be fun. This friend, lets call him Fred, was always the one I could count on for a good time. We don't see each other very often, as he too has a family and responsibilities, but when we do, its always fun. We have known each other since highschool, and it was with him that I had some of my greatest adventures, as the two of us worked our way across the Middle East and Europe for a year.
The show is the evening before Mothers Day, so we both know that we owe our significant others big-time. They realize there is no possibly way that we will be coherent the next day for any sort of Mothers Day festivities. The last time Fred and I went out on the town, it was very last minute and we were both broke. That's when we thought it would be fun to split a large bottle of cough syrop and see where it took us. If its good enough for bums, it was good enough for us. Good times.
That's all for now, world. I had a few minutes and thought I would enter the outside world. I do have some thoughts in draft, so perhaps with a little luck and a little less laziness, I can post again shortly.
Keep reaching for the bars.
Until next time,
Dirk
posted by Dirk Richter at 10:41 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Dirk!
Good to see you back in Blogtown!
I know what you mean about not being able to tell people to FUCK OFF...or at the very least to SWIM IN PISS...How about if when we run into each other from time to time, we just tell each other to GET FUCKED and then chuckle about it..Someone would probably overhear and get us into trouble...maybe we could just subtly give each other the finger and then smile...
Glad you're gonna get some fun time soon! How are the overhauls going in your office? Almost done?
Anyway, I hope you're doing well and we'll chat soon.
Take care out there!
Your Pal,
Zambo.
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