It's All About Me
So it’s New Year’s Eve 2009. At midnight tonight 2009 ends along with the decade that will forever be known as ”The Naughts”. As usual, I’ll be working, but you shouldn’t feel bad for me for this… it is a conscious choice and just part of the vocation. It’s something I came to grips with over a decade ago so it’s just normal for me to celebrate it a day late.
Now I know there are those who believe that 2010 is actually the last year of the decade, and while mathematicians may support this concept, I have to then question why we consider 1990 as part of the “90’s” and 1980 as part of the “80’s” etc. Therefore, for my own sanity, it’s the end of the decade known as ”The Naughts”.
Time magazine considers it the worst decade of all time. I can understand that based on these occurrences:
- • The 2000 Presidential Election where we learned that the most votes doesn’t really matter
- • The September 11, 2001 Terrorist Attack
- • The Space Shuttle Columbia disaster
- • The current econcomic recession
- • And my own personal apocalypse, losing DJ
Wow. It really was pretty shitty… and that’s not even half of the things that occurred. Of course, it wasn’t ALL bad… because there was definitely some good this past decade too…
- • When DJ was born in 2001
- • Being able to call myself a homeowner
- • The invention of the iPhone which prompted the release of the Droid
- • TequilaCon(s)!
- • Meeting BGITW
And of course…
- • Discovering blogging, the proliferation of Social Media, and meeting all of you
I don’t know if in fact this was the worst decade ever… because as with all things there was quite a bit to be thankful for as well. It’s the good with the bad… the bad with the good… hand in hand… time seems to be more and more like people to me…
“In each of us, two natures are at war - the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose. What we want most to be we are.”
- Dr. Henry Jekyll
So with that said… I refuse to make some sort of “resolution” regarding canceling one of my many vices or some sort of dieting regiment I have zero intent on keeping too… but instead for the next decade I am going to try and remember that the bad times go with the good… and while not every time might be good, I have more power over how I look at it that may actually change its nature.
I wish you and your families a very happy and safe New Year.
Did you know I am descended from Germans?
Did you know that we Germans celebrate St. Nicholas Day on December 6?
Well, we do.
While the rest of you get stockings stuffed on Christmas, we get ours stuffed on December 6.
The point is… look what St. Nicholas got little old me…
It’s a DROID! AND IT RAWKS!!!
I can now answer e-mails without wi-fi, Tweet on demand, and I am now the Mayor of my local Dunkin’ Donuts!!! To top it all off, I can also Bump with the best of them and even TwitPic to my heart’s delight.
So yeah… all you members of the iCult… with your spotty AT&T 3G service… you can be a hater now.
Most importantly… after much deliberation… I have decided I shall call him…
And he is good.
Today I get to stamp a 3 month long project as being DONE!
Just like on my favorite home improvement show Monster House!!!
Sorta.
See, that 3 month long project I originally figured would take a week or two. I figured after that week or two, I could take a week break and start on the REAL project. As you may be able to tell, my time estimation was just a little bit off.
I mean really, what’s a month… or three.
Newsflash: It’s a lifetime. Or at least it sure seemed that way.
So where of course does this leave me for the NEXT project?
Yeah, that’s me, behind the 8-ball on it. Best laid plans and all that…
But I’m not worried about it.
Really.
Shit happens, circumstances change, the wind that was blowing one way starts blowing the other, and I’ve learned that you can’t sweat the small stuff… and ultimately it is ALL small stuff.
Otherwise you’ll get stressed and go insane.
Life’s too short for that… of this, I assure you.
So where does this really leave me?
The big thing is it leaves me signing up for a refresher. My plans of retiring from EMS after 15 years are just not feasible from both a financial standpoint and a what I’ll do now standpoint.
It’s really not as bad as it sounds though. My humping through the hallowed streets in a bus is down to around twice a month. My office still has a big bay window with changing scenery. I think to a certain degree I’m becoming immune to the eternal ambient stupidity that perpetuates due to the constant cycle of New Jack EMTs at the garage. To a larger extent, I don’t feel as embattled as I used to. What’s three more years?
In the end, it’ll be all good.
Of this, I assure myself.
So I went to the doctor yesterday. He ran some tests. Poked and prodded me in sensitive locations. Then he gave me the stern lecture about my poor dietary lifestyle and that my copious amount of sugar intake MUST stop. He was very clear about that and if I continued down the path I was my health would be adversely affected.
Sugar. That little granular crystal that is in the foods that I oh so love to consume. It’s in cupcakes, soda, donuts, cake… and of course… candy. All these foods that I consume on a daily basis through both desire and habit. What’s working a 20 hour day without a 2 liter bottle of Coke? What good is going to the movies if you can’t have chocolate? What good is flying to a Halloween party if you can’t eat candy?!?!?
I live to consume sugar!!!!!!
But it’s killing me.
Which is why right after I left the doctor’s office I went directly to the 7-11 where I got two 1.5 liters of Coke, a 4 pack of Snack Pack Chocolate pudding, and a glazed chocolate cake donut. I consumed the donut on the way home to Poppy. I drank two cups of soda with dinner. I ate two of the Snack Packs after dinner. After I did that… I began to wonder why.
Last week Poppy asked me whether or not I “wanted” to be around.
“Of course I do!” I told her. I did admit that if I ever received a cancerous diagnosis, that I would in all likelihood decline treatment and go on vacation. I also have expressed my interest in getting a DNR tattooed on my chest, and that I am not a fan of artificial life support. But that’s when I’m ready to die! Not now! Consciously I want to be here.
Sub-consciously… I’m apparently looking to die through sugar consumption… specifically by chocolate pudding.
Could there be a better way?
… and it’s my fucking month!!!
I AM Mr. October!!!!!!
As some of you might remember, a little over a year ago I was in a photo shoot with the hottest bloggers on the planet for the 2009 Hot Blogger Calendar. It was a great weekend… a fantastic time… and an awesome experience!!!
Now I gotta be honest… this month is supposed to be a celebration of ME and all my cereal glory. For whatever reason, it seems the internet is imploding right before the month of my adoration is to begin. Therefore, in an effort to prevent the end of times and save my 31 days of adoration, I am giving you an assignment…
• Write a post about a great weekend, a fantastic time, or an awesome experience that YOU have had
• Include in the post what was the “highlight” for you… was it the place, the people, or the reason you were there that put it over the top
• Finally post it by Saturday October 3 and post a link to it in the comments so I can put it into a Smorgashboard Sunday
Simple right? Let’s get those positive memories flowing so I can be adored properly for at least 26 days of the month.
