Still here...
Feb. 15th, 2005 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greatbear... or "the rumors regarding my death are greatly exaggerated".
Things have been rather busy and hectic around here. Overtime at work, plus trying to get my garage in order along with car work has taken up a lot of my time. Jeff has been tied up with work and school, so we are basically in the same boat. Okay, two separate boats, but at least lashed together.
Thursday was Mom's birthday. A year ago she was in the midst of her chemo and radiation treatments for lung cancer and, frankly, not doing so good. Thankfully, a year later she's doing pretty good, all things considered.
I havent been writing much because, well, I havent felt the need or desire to. It seems to me most of what I write about would not interest too many people here, at least the dull day-to-day stuff. And I know some couldnt care less about Mini Coopers or rebuilding transmissions and the like (though some I know here fit right in that sort of talk, you know who you are). I'm chalking it up to a dry spell regarding my LJ. I still diligently read everyone's postings, albeit in the evenings. Work, while not blocking LJ, has installed that dreadful Websense monitoring and content control package with the filters set for a hair trigger. I dont need to hear any more crap than I already do in that place.
The past couple days I have been bothered by my on again/off again tinnitis. It's on again, sounding like a television set tuned to an open channel. Make that an old TV set with a pissed off horizontal oscillator.
I find myself becoming less tolerant of people's stupidity and ignorance, especially if said ignorance is somehow purposely put in place by those people. Often it comes with a huge side dish of self righteousness. I have no problem pointing out their stupidity, and in no uncertain terms.
I am feeling my body wanting to emerge from it's winter cocoon of hibernation and become more active. Last year's injuries and setbacks have been a shroud on my life that I have been chipping away at with varying degrees of success. I should start lifting again, it would go a long way in giving me an outlet for my frustrations, and given the frustration levels of the none too distant past, I probably could transform them into a set of 20+ inch guns in no time.
Well, I can dream, cant I?
Things have been rather busy and hectic around here. Overtime at work, plus trying to get my garage in order along with car work has taken up a lot of my time. Jeff has been tied up with work and school, so we are basically in the same boat. Okay, two separate boats, but at least lashed together.
Thursday was Mom's birthday. A year ago she was in the midst of her chemo and radiation treatments for lung cancer and, frankly, not doing so good. Thankfully, a year later she's doing pretty good, all things considered.
I havent been writing much because, well, I havent felt the need or desire to. It seems to me most of what I write about would not interest too many people here, at least the dull day-to-day stuff. And I know some couldnt care less about Mini Coopers or rebuilding transmissions and the like (though some I know here fit right in that sort of talk, you know who you are). I'm chalking it up to a dry spell regarding my LJ. I still diligently read everyone's postings, albeit in the evenings. Work, while not blocking LJ, has installed that dreadful Websense monitoring and content control package with the filters set for a hair trigger. I dont need to hear any more crap than I already do in that place.
The past couple days I have been bothered by my on again/off again tinnitis. It's on again, sounding like a television set tuned to an open channel. Make that an old TV set with a pissed off horizontal oscillator.
I find myself becoming less tolerant of people's stupidity and ignorance, especially if said ignorance is somehow purposely put in place by those people. Often it comes with a huge side dish of self righteousness. I have no problem pointing out their stupidity, and in no uncertain terms.
I am feeling my body wanting to emerge from it's winter cocoon of hibernation and become more active. Last year's injuries and setbacks have been a shroud on my life that I have been chipping away at with varying degrees of success. I should start lifting again, it would go a long way in giving me an outlet for my frustrations, and given the frustration levels of the none too distant past, I probably could transform them into a set of 20+ inch guns in no time.
Well, I can dream, cant I?
