Wednesday, September 26, 2007

I'm back from Florida...

First I attended my National Store Manager's Meeting in Orlando, then my gf arrived and we spent a day and a half in Orlando, and finally we spent 4 nights at my Grandmother's house on Estero Island...

 

Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dave, and Tweedle Dum

 

David and Tif at SeaWorld (it was a blast)

 

Thought about taking up fishing...

 

I really had fun on my Vacation, the best part was showing my gf around SW Florida.  Thank you Tif for making my Vacation memorable!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

It's that time of the year again!

OK, it's that time of the year again.  I leave for my National Meeting this Sunday.  Tom Brokaw is our main speaker.  I'll return with new ideas for my store and lots of free books and cd's.  I'm staying in Ft. Myers for a bit of a vacation afterwards with me girl.  I miss her she has been on vacation with her folks.  I get to spend another one of my Birthday's at a Meeting.  It happens more often than not because Sept is Hurricane season and those are the cheap Hotel rates in Florida.  ::shrugs::  My lot in life.  I'm watching "Kinky Boots", it's a great movie, everyone should watch it.  I'm sick.  I'm complaining.  I should go to bed.

 

 

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~squirting sore throat medicine into my mouth!

 

 

 

Saturday, September 8, 2007

Good News, Bad News...

GOOD NEWS!

 

David<~~future Uncle!

(I'd like to introduce my Nephew...SPECK!)

 

 

BAD NEWS!

 

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~missing my sweetie

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

I lied

(the sound of cicadas makes me happy, it reminds me of Summers at Pap-pa's house)

OK, last one for tonight...

my hair is too long time for a flat top...

I guess I'm not done making new friends...

OK

Generally speaking, I don't like smokers.  I don't trush people that are dependent on something dangerous to feel normal.  I question their judgement.  I also don't like litterbugs, and as I have previousily stated...

All smokers are litterbugs!

I'm not trying to debate, I'm just stating a fact.  Any smoker that says they have never tossed a cigarette butt onto the ground is a liar.  ::shrugs::  Dirty habit.  Can you tell I pick up cigarette butts off of the sidewalk in front of my store?  Smokers also sit their lit cancer sticks on ledges and burn little reminders of their addiction into stone.  Smoking is gross. 

OK

I am done making general statements about other people.  And know what?  I don't need permission to tell the truth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                 (it's tiring being morally superior, I need an Asst to help me carry

                                                      the burden.  Anyone want to work while I'm on vacation?)

 

 

 

A day in the life...

My girlfriend leaves this Friday to go on vacation with her family.  David<~~sad.  My work is going very well.  I am leading my District in Comp Sales (current sales vs last year's sales).  I am in second place in Plan Sales (the amount of sales the Company wants you to make).  I believe I am now tied for second place in Secret Shops year to date.  My store looks great.  On the way home from work tonight I stopped at a gas station and bought a microwave burger.  Driving home I accidently squirted some onion relish out of the burger onto my shirt.  I pulled the spill up to my mouth and licked it right off.  My shirt now smells like onions.  I like the way it smells.  When my Grandfather was dying, his eardrum got perferated during an operation.  So he couldn't hear so good out of one ear.  When my relationship with Mary was falling apart, I called Pap-pa and tried to tell him about it.  I was very upset and had a hard time telling him.  He couldn't hear me over the phone and eventually I gave up because it was too hard to tell him.  A couple of months later when he heard it from relatives he turned to me and started crying and said to me.  "You tried to tell me."  He felt so bad, like it was his fault.  It makes me cry even now thinking about how much I miss Pap-pa.  I have popcorn kernels stuck in my teeth.  I bought Kettle Corn at the Air Show on Labor Day.  I was hoping to run into my buddy Pablo there.  I do not have his new phone number so I cannot call him.  I need to call his brother here in town and get his new number.  I don't have many friends, I keep people at arm's length.  No one can hurt you if you don't let them get close.  I am a rock.  I am an Island.  Polite applause.  Fade to black...