Thursday, March 31, 2016

Long Time No See

Well, it's been awhile. I might have mentioned I got a new job. A retail job. Ugh. I'm not going to bore you with the details, but let's just say I'm still looking for another, non-retail job.
I'm dying for the weather to get warmer and be on the lake again. I love summer. I love the lake. I'd love to satisfy my need for some sunshine by going on vacation, but I'm sure that won't happen anytime soon. I'll just look forward to my Michigan summer with its blue skies, warm summer breezes, and perfect summer nights.
I've got the bug blog again, it comes and goes. I should be more regimented and plan out posts for the month and build a following. Some days I'm motivated to do that, other days I'm mentally drained from work and my random schedule there. I haven't had a full weekend off since the beginning of January and that sucks. My schedule has my motivation level at a 2 out of 10. Instead of writing this post, I should be folding laundry, cleaning the kitchen, and basically do a good spring cleaning, but here I am writing a very random post.
I hope your all happy to read this post and know I'm still here. I'm going to try my hardest to post more often. Hopefully the next post will be a little more upbeat.

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Snarkiness Is Alive and Well

I'm still here I know it's been a long time. I did find full time employment which is a curse and a blessing. I'm staying away from that topic, as quite a few of my new co-workers are friends on Facebook.

I'm pretty sure I'm having yet another midlife crisis. My pinterest boards are filled with inspirational quotes, self help books I  believe I need, and engagement rings.  What I really need is a vacation. Some warm weather, a beach, and some fruity drinks could really help me with this MLC (midlife crisis).

I have the urge to get healthy, change my diet and start working out. I also have the urge to eat pasta and cake. So far, the pasta and cake are winning.  Maybe when the weather changes, the workout part will be easier to accomplish. We shall see. I know I don't want to be a huge whale in a bikini on the boat this summer.

I feel the need to post this statement on every blog post and will until I win the lottery or get the right job.
I am still looking for an outside sales position. If you are or know of someone who can make this happen, contact me immediately,  IMMEDIATELY!

Happy Sunday. I'm going to try to write more snark, so stay tuned.



Friday, September 11, 2015

What Would Stuart Do? Surviving My Mid-life Crisis


How's the saying go, "Those who can, do; those who can't, teach."  I've realized something lying here in bed, I should have been a life coach.  I can't seem to get my own shit together, but I'm fucking awesome at giving advice to other people about getting their lives in order.
I can very easily analyze someone else's situation and then say let's break this down into small digestible bits and figure out why you feel this way, what are the outside influences, what do you want the outcome to be, and then help you devise a SMART plan to reach your goals.
Now there's me. I can identify my problem. I can analyze the situation. I can understand what the outside influences are. I know what I want the outcome to be. I can devise a SMART plan to reach my goals. After all that, I somehow sabotage myself every fucking time. My failure doesn't come from any of the analysis or planning, it's the execution or lack of. It's so frustrating.  I'm a Virgo, I should have this shit down pat by now.
Maybe I need to find a small project to plan and finish to get my mojo back. Maybe because I'm still looking for a job I am paralyzed by underlying feelings that I basically suck at life right now. I'm sure I can get my shit together at some point, because just like Stuart Smalley says, "I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and gosh darn it, people like me!"

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Almost Every Man's Krpytonite

I had to change the title of this to include "almost" because this doesn't apply to 99% of gay men.  I don't understand why men are incapable of throwing away the empty toilet paper roll.  Babboo will leave 2-3 squares on the roll and start a new one, but cannot throw the old one away.  Today I went into the half bath and found this:

Do you see what I see?  Will someone spontaneoulsy combust if they put that roll in the garbage?  Will they drop dead on the spot?  I just don't understand.  There is even a peddle to open the garbage can, so there is no bending over.  Cinderella's job is never done.