Casual Musings

12 people complain abbout a happy singing bus driver, hundreds of others love it!  Bus driver told to stop singing.  Always the squeaky wheels that get the grease.

Commitment: "A pledge or promise; obligation"
Promise: "an express assurance on which expectation is to be based"
It is sad the only expectations we can live up to or count on are our own.

"That's how we do it"
"How come?"
"'Because we've always done it that way, so we need to continue doing it"
Original thought.  Similar to common sense.  Not so common or original anymore.

Random song in my head.  Put earphones in, turn on ITunes.  Same random song on shufflle.
Weird coincidences

Life is simple.  People are complicated.  Or complicating.

You attract what's on your mind, what you focus on.  When you consistently tell yourself what you don't want you will undoubtedly find it - in excess.






Kef: "a state of drowsy contentment"

Dude, where's my car??

For some strange reason that keeps popping in my head.  No rhyme nor reason.  Completely random.  What could it mean?  Why, I want to know?  Why, I say???

I listen to my tunes with one ear bud in always.  [Background: Partially because I want to be able to hear all thats going on around me - if you knew where I worked in my doorless/wallless office space you would understand]  Given where they plug in I always use my right ear bud.  Think I *ever* pick up my right ear bud first to put it in?  Nooo!  What's with that??

Seems the brain is functioning in half processed thoughts these days.  Maybe I need to get out more. Talk to people.  Like I don't get out enough.  HA!  Seriously though, there's going out with people and talking to them and then there's going out and talking with people.  See the difference?  (Look closely)  After all, people are interesting and you always learn something.  Either about them, or about you.  Maybe I'll make people my new hobby.  I really don't have a hobby.

I play volleyball tonight.  Sparing in one league and then have my own league  (well it's not *my* league, but I'm a regular!).  Have to pack for a work trip before that because I know I'll be foggy come tomorrow morning (c'mon people - it's Friday!).  Shoulder is being a stupid ass (excellent use of the English language there!) and I probably should never have agreed to spare.  I really do know how to say 'No'.  Really I do!  Think there may have been a previous blogpost in reference to that.  Maybe it was someone elses?

It has been really windy lately and there's lots of leaves blowing around out there.  .

DUDE!  Where's my car!!!

Subtlety

I concur...

Almost perfect

Ok so not that I strive for perfection, or even believe it to be attainable but aren't there times when you think - "wow, it was so close I could feel it!"

For the most part I see the glass half full. Ok, even more than half, almost filled to the brim. And thats a good thing, I believe. Negativity breeds negativity and it isn't something you want to welcome or introduce in your life at any given time. Scratch that - at any time. It's the "secret", the power of persuasion, neuro linguistic programming, whatever you want to call it. However you see things they take shape so all those philosophies, or hocus pocus, or balogna, or whatever you want to call them - they make sense! In theory....

Then there's that nagging, that self-doubt if you will, that devil on your shoulder that creeps in every now and then and makes you question your own 'glass half full' mentality.

What is it that leads us to believe there is always something better out there? A different outcome to the current situation? Slight tweaks on behavior and/or action that could change the entire outcome? And why even allow our thought process to go there when right in front of us is most of what we wish for and what we want?

Ah the secret rantings of a sometimes over-analytical mind. Thank goodness I get the 'half glass full' ideology and more importantly SEE it before I see the other, lesser half.

Odd circumstance

Ola! Comos este?? (can't figure out how to get those upside down!)

So it's Friday. I'm at home. And relatively sober. I am on call you know! Still, an odd set of circumstance for me for a Friday. It's my first on call night in at least - um - let's say 6 - 8 years. I guess I've grown in responsibility because I remember one on call night with coworkers sucking back free tequila with the Local Pub bartender, riding with half my body out the moon roof and then some - what should have been awkward, but we were too drunk to notice - porn watching at a coworkers. Now that's bang for your buck I tell ya! (ok, wait that didn't come out quite right...). Ah well, there were no calls so all police services 911 systems remained functional and there were no officer safety issues as a result of our shenanigans (except for maybe the drive home...)

Been stupid busy at work lately. Unfortunately just seems I'm going through the motions and that's about it. Really need to work on that spark that lights the fire of my so called career before the embers completely die out. If someone knows of a good, strong combustible substance I can use - please advise.

So, why am I here? What's my point? Don't really have one. Just bored. Funny thing is I'm sitting by the fire typing this on my phone and something has just gone wacky and my focus is up 2 paragraphs up so I have literally NO idea what I'm saying!

Wow. I proof read that and it wasn't too bad!

So I could go on about the upcoming provincial election (ok - not really; or perhaps the apathetic state the world's kids are in these days; remembering 911; how stupid most women are in relationships; and how men - well I haven't completely figured them out yet, but I'm certain they don't belong all in one box - are just baffling in a good way sometimes...but I don't really care to, and I'm sure none of my few (2) readers want to hear it, so I won't. (plus it's getting awfully annoying trying to type when I can't see what has ended up on the proverbial paper...

Untill next time when I may, or may not have something of substance, Sayonara!

(spanish flava courteous of my mind wandering to next weeks Jargarita party when I'm NOT on call!)

Common Sense...not so o

Well, it's been a while.  I guess I've been busy.  It is summer time after all and I would much rather spend my time out doors then inside at my computer.  Even more so when I'm chained to my desk working for 'the man' 5 days a week and I only have a measly 4 weeks vacation which I've already used most of.  Seriously with the odd day here, a week in the spring, a week in the summer and other obligations (i.e. lawyer appointments - a whole other posting) those 4 weeks are all too short and precious.  And no, I'm not a government employee so I don't get to bank time, have personal or volunteer days or banked sick time either.  I can't imagine how that 4 weeks works for those with kids.  If your kid is sick that's a vacation day.  If the day care is closed that's money finding another sitter or vacation time.  It's not real 'vacation'.  Alas, this was why I'm here today....

Just been through an experience and I'm not sure what to think.  I've been taken for granted before.  I know this.  Most times I'm too nice and let things slide I probably shouldn't.  I know this as well.  For the most part I beleive I like to give people the benefit of the doubt.  I recently had someone tell me I was the most non-adversarial person they've dealt with.  I'm a lover not a fighter and a giver not a taker.  I know this.  I think *most* others who know me know this as well.  Yet, there are some who should know me better than most who believe the complete opposite.  It's baffling.  And it bugs me.  It bugs me to the core.  Hurts actually.  A lot.  I'll admit that.

-----work-----

OK, well I got interrupted and now I have to leave.

Perhaps I'll finish this another time.

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish I was witty.
Sometimes I wish I was more assertive.
Sometimes I wish I was beautiful.
Sometimes I wish I was more courageous.
Sometimes I wish I was creative.
Sometimes I wish I was more passionate.
Sometimes I wish I was thin.

Sometimes I wish no one I know read this blog.
Sometimes I wish everyone I know read this blog.

Sometimes I wish I would love me just for me....
And sometimes I do.