The things in my head go 'round and 'round

I have never been rich, and though I do like to dream about it I somewhat doubt that I ever will be.  Monetarily, that is.  ‘Cause if you measure wealth in the people you know and associate with, Bill Gates got nothing on me.

I am typing this on a lap top that was recommended to me by the friend of a friend.  I got it at a steal.  The friend and his friend are technological wizards.  Veritable genius’s of the highest sort when it comes to computers and such.  Both are highly trained and when I need something, if one can’t do it the other can.

I have a friend who is a genius when it comes to cars.  Anything that moves, to be honest.   The reason that I am able to drive a 15 year old vehicle is because he keeps it running for me.  And without screwing me over on the price.  He tells me what the truck needs, and then takes care of it.  Sometimes he has worked for a case of my homebrew.  This guy is the one I am going to set up in his own garage when I hit the lotto.  He will be my personal mechanic in his own business.

I have a friend who can work on stereo’s, and home entertainment systems.  He is also the one who has introduced me to the world of cigars.  Much to MLW’s displeasure.

I have a friend who works on my lawnmower when it needs TLC.  Or to be honest, when I muck it up so badly I need to have someone who knows what they are doing fix it.  He, again, tells me what it needs, fixes it and doesn’t charge me an arm and a leg.

I have a friend who brews beer like I do.  He and I share recipes, and talk about what went right and trouble shoot what went wrong.

I have a friend, who I met through MLW, who was a professional musician.  The Princess’ biological Father  used to beat up Brett Michaels when he was known as Bret Sychak.

I am rich beyond belief when it comes to the people I can call friend.  And I need to remind myself of this on those days when I am bitching and moaning about not having enough money.  Because money ain’t all it is cracked up to be.

L8R

Today I mowed the lawn. 

For some, that isn’t a big deal.  For me it has been because on my days off for the past 3 months I have not wanted to do anything but sit on the couch.  And today I mowed the lawn.

That is a huge step forward.  I met with my Doctor the other day and he prescribed a zoloft generic for me called Sertraline.  I have only been taking it for a few days but already I am feeling some of the side effects.  Sweating being the first one.  I am a big guy, and so I sweat all of the time, but not like this.  This sweating is copious.  Hopefully it will go away as the meds get through my system.  The second side effect that I am having is a nervousness.  Just a tinge of a wired up feeling shortly after taking my pill. 

Now I just have to walk the dog.

I love sundays in small towns. It is quiet.

Monday through Friday in any town is noisy. People coming and going. From work, to work, to the store, to wherever. Hurry, hurry. Motion, moving, go, go, go.

But Sunday is quiet. And that is what I love of a small town. You can always tell Sunday. It is quiet.

That is what I love.

namaste.

On Facebook there is this little phenomenon going on where you reveal 25 things about yourself that your friends might not know. Thought that I would share them with you also.

Feel special?

1. I am not as confidant as I like to seem. I am riddled by doubt that I hide by bravado.

2. I really thing that Chester Cheetah is up to something not good.

3. There is a writer in my that is just waiting to get out. I know it. I can feel it.

4. Or maybe it is just gas.

5. I have been making beer for the past few years, but I find that I give more of it away than I drink.

6. Making beer has turned me into a beer snob.

7. I find it amusing that I consider myself a snob at all.

8. I miss my sons, and eldest daughter every day.

9. I am not happy that my youngest daughter is pulling away, now that she has become a teenager.

10. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

11. I constantly think about the things that I have done in my life, and wonder “what if”.

12. I strive to be someone my kids can look up to.

13. I have been accused of being the “good-time Dad”, the one that lets the kids get away with murder. In actuality, I just like having fun with my kids. I can discipline them later.

14. I would be happiest with my kids living within a mile radius of me.

15. My kids would hate it.

16. I hate doing these kind of things because I censor everything so that I don’t seem so weird.

17. I am really weird.

18. Blogging is great fun when you have squirrels running around in your head yelling out random statements.

19. I think that I should have censored that.

20. Am I done yet?

21. I want to play guitar as well as Glenn Elliot.

22. Hell, I want to play guitar WITH Glenn Elliot. And not make a fool of myself.

23. Along those lines, I find it amusing that none of my biological children have the voice that my step-daughter does.

24. I loved being the backup band when The Princess was in elementary school.

25. I am now done.

Especially Sunday mornings when I don’t have to work. I get to sleep in, which means that I still wake up around 6am and eventually get up around 7.

There is just something about not having to get out of bed when the alarm goes off. It just makes life that much sweeter.

Then a cup of fresh ground, fresh brewed coffee. Boot up the computer, check my sites, and write a couple of posts myself.

Life is good.

And I don’t know why Sunday is so different from any other morning.

It just is.

And I love it.

namaste.