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  • You Look Just Like…

    “You look just like…” unless that sentence ends with Angelina Jolie, George Clooney or better still, a well-liked relatives you’re treading on dangerous ground. I don’t look like anyone, I look a little like my Dad and a smidge like my Mom but no one is ever going to see me walking down the street…

  • Mental Health Days: A Proposal

    Let’s face it, we all take mental holidays or at least the majority of us do. If you don’t and you’re pathologically excited about going to work then carry on you crazed little workaholic weasel. The rest of us need that day off and your job is to cover for us since you’re having such…

  • Not As Bad As You

    I strive for mediocrity. Well, I don’t really it just sort of finds me while I’m lazing about. Striving would require too much effort on my part. At an early age I realized with the help of my relatives that I wasn’t the smartest in the family, I wasn’t the best athlete, I wasn’t the…

  • Monkeys

    I hate the zoo. I’m sorry, but I really do with few exceptions. Now I’m not one of those who is going to go chain themselves to the tiger’s cage and protest his captivity. We all know what we as a people do when we see that stuff going on – we cheer for the…

  • The Pace Truck

    When you’re taking a long 250 mile trip through Texas you get a lot of “thinking” time. You start wondering what any one of those 38 historical landmark signs could be about. Just how much history happened on the particular stretch road you’re viewing at 70 MPH? Will the Caddoan History Museum that looks smaller…

  • My E-mail Story

    E-mail is really a wonderful thing for me. Gone are the days when my teachers used to rub my fingers to get the swelling down. See, I’m one of those people who when they write, write like they’re trying to assassinate the paper and the desk beneath it. I’m one of those people who’ve never…

  • Meetings & Gatherings

    There’s a time in every mandatory meeting or at any gathering where you’re pressed to attend that you simply need to reach out and touch someone. I have to admit that I myself am a kicker and note jotter. If I’m forced into a meeting, I like everyone within a foot’s vicinity to know exactly…

  • Brain Disconnects

    There are days when my mouth becomes completely disconnected from my brain. I’m finding as I get older that these little disconnects happen much more frequently. Today was a perfect example. I had an appointment for lab work. As I’m getting settled into the chair a gentleman walks in, introduces himself and says “I’m a…

  • The Interview

    I’m sad to say I don’t really have anything to report from the interview. I managed to remain upright despite my shoes and I didn’t say anything noticeably appalling. Well, at least there weren’t any audible gasps while I was speaking. The interview was laid back and unstructured. No one said the infamous line you…

  • The Application

    On a whim I submitted my résumé to a non-profit organization this past Sunday. I’m not sure why I did it, but it seemed like the thing to do at the moment. There wasn’t anything on TV and I didn’t feel like reading my book so I guess I did it out of boredom. I…