Another post? A mere three months later?!

Ok, ok...so I haven't been as diligent as I thought I would have updating this thing. That's life.
My wife and I just got in from seeing Batman Begins. This makes twice I've seen this movie and I still love it. It blows away any other Batman movie...well, except for maybe the Adam West one. Come on, I've got two words for you...Shark Repellent. If you know, you're smiling. If you're confused, find this movie and educate yourself.
So, where are we now? Three months have passed since my last entry. Some things have changed. My wife could not find a teaching position in the Chicagoland area. That's ok. We've decided that we really like where we are anyway. Unfortunately, I have to find a new job. I guess that's ok, though. It's too long a story and I haven't got the time or energy.
My buddy Aaron is getting married tomorrow. I wish him all the best. Marriage was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, that's not exactly true. My wife and I have been married only a year, but we've been together in one way or another for six years. So, it's kind of like we've been married that long...just without the official paperwork.
Ok...the mental train just derailed...I need sleep. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzz.........

I am worthless.

Well, at least I've been worthless this weekend...and pretty much all week. Tomorrow I begin my new job. I'm nervous, but more than that I'm excited to get started. The promise of rewarding work and another steady paycheck added to the income is a welcome change.
Tomorrow morning I meet with my boss at our satellite office at 8:30, go to corporate HQ, fill out my paperwork, and who knows what else. Damn...just when I was getting used to watching TV all day with my dog. Honestly, it's a welcome change.
The down side, if there is one, is that I won't get to see my wife as much as I would like. Luckily, that is only temporary.
I'd better get a good night's sleep tonight. I have a big day tomorrow.

Last week of laziness

It's Tuesday...T-minus four days left and counting. On Monday I'm reentering the workforce. Long story short: I used to work in radio. I had a job that I liked. I create radio commercials. I wrote them, voiced them, and produced them. Unfortunately for me, I got fired (Not my fault. I got hosed, Tommy!) So I took another job out of sheer desperation...radio sales for a company that I had previously worked for. I hated it and quit after three weeks.
Now, I'm about to embark on an adventure that hopefully will be pretty rewarding. I'll be working with a non for profit organization taking a motivational presentation to area schools. It's not one of those "I'm Matt Foley and I am a motivational speaker!" And I certainly don't live in a van down by the river. It's a forty minute presentation utilizing movies, music, celebrities, and sports stars...plus, stories from real people. It's powerful and engaging. Hopefully, we'll be able to reach some kids.
So, I am 'enjoying' my last week of doing nothing. Which means I'll be doing laundry and cleaning the house.
Tip of the day: Stay away from the radio business!

Harry's Origin or 'Pay attention to where you're driving, stupid.'

January 3rd, 2005. Location...Beardstown, IL. I was shooting pictures at the new middle/high school for my father-in-law. My sister-in-law Hannah found me in the hallway and asked if I could bring her (forgotten) gym clothes to her at lunch. I agreed, finished shooting, and made my way back to my in-law's house. I grabbed Hannah's gym clothes, walked to my car, and pulled away. Not ten feet from the house, I felt a *thump*. My stomach dropped. I knew there were no sticks in the road. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw this little puppy stand up in the middle of the street...and fall down. I wrapped him up, brought him inside, and my father-in-law called Animal Control. I swear I thought this poor little guy was dying in front of my eyes. Animal Control showed up and told us that if nobody claimed him within 24 hours, they'd probably have to put him to sleep. The next day, I called Animal Control and asked about the puppy. Miraculously, he was not only alive...but doing well. At least as well as one can be after being run over BY A CAR. He found a great foster family to temporarily take care of him. Needless to say, Sarah and I fell in love with Harry. So now...we have a dog.
He's doubled in size and weight since we got him. He's five months now, so we're not sure how much more he's going to grow.

Our dog masturbates

Catchy little title, isn't it? It also happens to be true. There's really no way to sugar coat it. He's a horny little guy. This morning before Sarah and I got out of bed, I heard 'something.' So, I hopped out of bed and went into the next room where we keep Harry, our boxer/terrier mix.

WARNING: IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED OR DISGUSTED BY CANINE BODILY FLUIDS, YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO SKIP THE REST OF THIS POST. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

There he sat...eyeing a foamy puddle of goo. I thought, "Great, he threw up." I quickly realized I was wrong. Oh boy...time for the blankets to go in the wash...again. At least he didn't roll in it like he did last time. I don't know what his deal is. We're getting him 'fixed' in April. Maybe it'll calm the little bastard down some. Don't get me wrong, though. He's a great dog...one of the best. He's just a puppy, so we're still getting used to the world.

Next time: Harry's origin...or 'Pay attention to where you're driving, stupid.'

First post

Well, here we are...trying this thing. Maybe we'll stick with it, maybe it'll fade away into oblivion. We'll see.
Thanks to our friend Tiffany for the inspiration to try this experiment. She has a dreamblog that's pretty interesting. http://potatochipbaby.blogspot.com/
I don't know if this is going to turn into an everyday thing...like the final scene in every Doogie Howser, M.D. episode (if anybody remembers that).
Say tuned.