Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I sometimes wonder if I really have anything worth saying to put on here. My mind used to race with countless posts that never left the drawing room floor, but now it is consumed with things like laundry and dinner and waking up at 4:30 every morning. Not that these things are terrible, just endless.
I love my job. that's love with a capital L...O...V...E... I don't think it's ever going to matter what I do exactly because I'll always be moving within the company and I'll always be learning, training and developing new skills. My mid rotation review is coming up soon. It's hard to believe I've already been here over 4 months and I'll be rotating out in November. Where to next? Exploration or Development? I love Production so it will be hard to say goodbye. Although its never really goodbye, it's more like see you in a few years.
We just returned from out first "family vacation". That was interesting. We went to the Lexington, TX state aquarium, and we went at the ass crack of dawn to watch the baby sea turtles
plunge headlong into the ominous waves waiting to devour most of them. But they sure were cute.
I tell you, you never truly appreciate your parents until you start sacrificing for your own kids. Angelina turned 5 yesterday. She's so precious its hard to believe I met her when she was just 2. I can't believe she is growing up on me so fast. Soon she'll be begging for new clothes not barbies, and then it will be the keys to the car or worse...a car.
Brian and I went out a few weeks ago to see a coworkers husband play at Tumbleweed's here in Houston. We had a great time, but I must confess I truly do NOT miss going out at all. I do miss playing my guitar and writing. And I do miss being around people who also do that. I'm always amazed at people who go through these "rediscovery" phases and feel the need to act like a 20 year old college kid who has no responsibilities and needs to be as wild as possible and explore all their options to find out who they really are. Very Cliche. If you want to know who you really are, wake up every day and face life alone, without influence and support, or with minimal influence and support anyway. That's when God lets you know REAL quick what you are made of. When no one else is around and it's just you and him, that's when your true colors show and
that's where character comes from. When you've done that a couple of times and you aren't scared every time it slaps you in the face, they you know who you are. Not when you are at the bar drunk flashing your goods to anyone who will look.
Hell, what can I say? I must be getting old. Maybe its a sign when we'd rather hang out with Amy and
Wingate than people our own age ;)
That's about all I have to say for now. I'm sure in another 6 months I'll find something else to write about but until then...
*you should all be listening to Walton and Johnson in the mornings for your daily dose of sanity
*you should probably stop driving so damn much and save your money so Mr.
Obama and take it away from you and give it to people who don't want to work
*you should probably quit listening to the idiots on TV and quit believing everything you read
♥Oh, so vintage... 1:10 PM
