I need to write more...
Throughout my day, I find myself actually thinking some great things. Or, I find myself hearing someone else thinking great things out loud. I had all these swell things to write about, but now that I am, I can't. Shit.
In other news, my folks are buried in snow back East. And they have some people trying to get an offer together on their house in NJ. They told me that it is not their home anymore, just a house. That's kinda sad. I grew up there. I spent a lot of good days there. Some completely horrendous ones, too. But that's beside the point. It's one thing for me to move away and begin anew. But once they move away, I have no homebase there. If I visit, it's all either at a friend's home or a hotel. Not nearly as cozy.
I am having some trouble lately. Well, not so much lately, but in my recent past. I wondered for a long time if I would find/make a home of my own. Such a large part of me really got to thinking that I would end up alone. Not that that is such a terrible fate. I mean, I have lived a pretty decent life. I've seen and done a lot of fantastic things. I count myself lucky. But sharing that luck with someone would be a real bonus.
So, I have a new shirt. My friend Biff Morehead (yes, his real name) bought me an eBay item. It's a Shlitz beer delivery-guy shirt. Short sleeve white shirt with thin black vertical stripes. HUGE Schlitz patch on the back and a smaller one above the left boob pocket. But, the crowning glory is the patch above the right boob pocket. It's the guy's nickname. The name on the tag inside says "Mike". Well, it appears Mike was a funny guy, too. The nickname on the patch is "Kooter". And Biff gave me this shirt last night at the pub. So, we spent hours trying to exhaust the joke. We couldn't. Everything is funnier (and thus better) with Kooter. Aaah, a good pub night. I needed that.
OK. I am off to bed. After a nice, tasty conversation with Sarah, I am ready to tie up a few loose ends (clothes in the dryer, etc.( and head off to sleep. Nite, kids.
-Rich
In other news, my folks are buried in snow back East. And they have some people trying to get an offer together on their house in NJ. They told me that it is not their home anymore, just a house. That's kinda sad. I grew up there. I spent a lot of good days there. Some completely horrendous ones, too. But that's beside the point. It's one thing for me to move away and begin anew. But once they move away, I have no homebase there. If I visit, it's all either at a friend's home or a hotel. Not nearly as cozy.
I am having some trouble lately. Well, not so much lately, but in my recent past. I wondered for a long time if I would find/make a home of my own. Such a large part of me really got to thinking that I would end up alone. Not that that is such a terrible fate. I mean, I have lived a pretty decent life. I've seen and done a lot of fantastic things. I count myself lucky. But sharing that luck with someone would be a real bonus.
So, I have a new shirt. My friend Biff Morehead (yes, his real name) bought me an eBay item. It's a Shlitz beer delivery-guy shirt. Short sleeve white shirt with thin black vertical stripes. HUGE Schlitz patch on the back and a smaller one above the left boob pocket. But, the crowning glory is the patch above the right boob pocket. It's the guy's nickname. The name on the tag inside says "Mike". Well, it appears Mike was a funny guy, too. The nickname on the patch is "Kooter". And Biff gave me this shirt last night at the pub. So, we spent hours trying to exhaust the joke. We couldn't. Everything is funnier (and thus better) with Kooter. Aaah, a good pub night. I needed that.
OK. I am off to bed. After a nice, tasty conversation with Sarah, I am ready to tie up a few loose ends (clothes in the dryer, etc.( and head off to sleep. Nite, kids.
-Rich
posted by Rich at 2/14/2006 09:05:00 PM
2 Comments:
LOL We havent found out what its like having goats in our life yet.... trust me things are looking up for the both of us!
GAH yea...
-S
My sunshine you make my life such a happier place. Thanks for just being you!
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