For awhile now I’ve liked Ultra Vox the group from the 80’s. There are a few songs that I remember from then and I liked them all. Then awhile back Dave played Midge Ure (lead singer) and the best of Ultra Vox. It brought back memories and I stated listening to Midge as if he were a new artist and with much interest especially his CD entitled Breath.
I like Breath so much that I’ve pretty much been listening to it to and from work for the last month. I do this every so often when a CD really hits a cord. This is the way my mind works.
There are a couple of reasons that I like this CD. The songs are absolutely amazing and at this point in my life they mean something profound.
You see I’m getting to the point in my life where I need a change. Now this change could take on many, many different aspects so I’m not sure exactly what the change could/should be. I did rule out one change after the last two weeks; Dave. I don’t want to change that at all, I would like to change with him though.
So, the title song is called Breath and it has me enthralled. The lyrics, the melody, the composition, they are just exactly what I need right now. Here are the lyrics;
With every waking breath I breathe
I see what life has dealt to me
With every sadness I deny
I feel a chance inside me die
Give me a taste of something new
To touch to hold to pull me through
Send me a guiding light that shines
Across this darkened life of mine
Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ¹fore me
Breathe to make me breathe
For every man who built a home
A paper promise for his own
He fights against an open flow
Of lies and failures, we all know
To those who have and who have not
How can you live with what you¹ve got?
Give me a touch of something sure
I could be happy evermore
Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ¹fore me
To see to make me breathe
Breathe your honesty
Breathe your innocence to me
Breathe your word and set me free
Breathe to make me breathe
This life prepares the strangest things
The dreams we dream of what life brings
The highest highs can turn around
To sow love¹s seeds on stony ground
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe some soul in me
Breathe your gift of love to me
Breathe life to lay ¹fore me
To see to make me breathe
Breathe your honesty
Breathe your innocence to me
Breathe your word and set me free
Breathe to make me breathe
For some reason this has gotten to me lately. I’m not sure if I’m having a mid-life crisis or what but it’s made me realize I need some change in my life.
Another song on the CD is called free and it’s had the same effect. It’s almost the feel of when you where a teenager and you knew you had your whole life ahead of you. You were free, I kind of feel like I want that too right now. I want to feel the way I did then. Here I would put the lyrics here but I can’t seem to find them using Google. (I thought you could find anything on Google!)
Luckily I’ve come to my senses of late and realized the changes I need all have to do with me and not the people around me. And I made one big change so far.
No more smoking, even on the weekends. I want to Breath and be Free!
This is the beginning of some changes in my life that I hope I can keep going forward with. Mainly I want to be healthier physically and mentally. The first one will be much easier than the second. I get a little bit screwy every so often and go out on my own tangent. It takes some pretty big shit to get me centered again. I’m getting tired of having to go through the shit to get better, so I’m going to try to not even get into that space anymore. This will be tough but it’s an effort that will be well worth it.
So that’s it for now, had a great time at Rehoboth beach last weekend but that’s another story all together.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Carrie Bradshaw moment
Did you ever wonder how to screw up a good thing fast?
Here’s the recipe.
One part long weekend in an exotic location with people that drink more then you.
One part significant other who is stressed for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with you.
One part feeling ignored and uninterested in and feeling that the stress your significant other is feeling is ALL about you.
One part little things that have been nagging at you for awhile. Nothing really big, but that’s the stuff that gets you.
One part drinking too much in general.
Do you know what this recipe adds up too? Disaster.
What a fool one can make of themselves when the proceeding is true, and oh how I know it.
Why is it the person/people you love the most are the ones that get the brunt of your anger/insanity? This part of relationships I don’t understand.
Anyway, if the significant other reads this, this punter is really sorry.
Here’s the recipe.
One part long weekend in an exotic location with people that drink more then you.
One part significant other who is stressed for reasons that have absolutely nothing to do with you.
One part feeling ignored and uninterested in and feeling that the stress your significant other is feeling is ALL about you.
One part little things that have been nagging at you for awhile. Nothing really big, but that’s the stuff that gets you.
One part drinking too much in general.
Do you know what this recipe adds up too? Disaster.
What a fool one can make of themselves when the proceeding is true, and oh how I know it.
Why is it the person/people you love the most are the ones that get the brunt of your anger/insanity? This part of relationships I don’t understand.
Anyway, if the significant other reads this, this punter is really sorry.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
London for 72 hours.
London was great, what can I say. I get there and the sun comes out
and pretty much stays out the whole time except at night when we
had a sprinkle or two.
I still find it amazing that I can go from our house in DC to our flat at
Old Compton Street in twelve hours door to door. I also find it
amazing that being in London no longer feels like I’m in a different
/foreign land. I get off the plane, go through immigration with my roll
aboard, go to the tube and an hour later I’m at Lester Square and five
minutes I’m at the flat. Not a big deal anymore.
All for about 72hours in London on my part, I left for an overnight
flight on Thursday night and leave on Monday on a daytime flight.
Everyone at work thinks I’m insane, and I think I might have to
agree to that assessment.
I get there around 12ish on Friday and we already have one friend
visiting. I take a quick shower and off to the box for lunch we go. We
sit there for a bit and watch the people come by when another friend
of ours comes by to say hello. We sit there until after five drinking
beer and coffee at which point we need to go to the flat to change so
we can go back and meet more friends at around 6:30.
We go to this other bar across the street from the box at seven dials
to meet yet another friend before going back to the box to get our
friend who we are taking to dinner. These guys are getting married
and we can’t make it so we decided to take them to a nice meal this
trip. This ended up being good because we went back to the flat and
stayed up until 4am talking and talking. We feel like we know them so
much better now.
The next day we really had no plans but to get up and eat. By the
end of the evening we had a drinks party with 13 people showing up
at our flat. We got whittled down to around four of and then went to
a newish club where one of the earlier people at the drinks party had
a friend that was DJing there. We went, we were not impressed. It
was kind of late, around two and the place really wasn’t that full. It
wastiny and the flyers they gave out to get people there in the
afternoonwere not being honored so we had to pay 5 pounds each.
We stayed for a bit and then Dave and I went home.
Now for Sunday, the whole reason we went (or I went for the
weekend) was to go see the Dame Edna Experience at the Royal
Voxhaw Tavern on a bank holiday weekend. We get there at two
in the afternoon only to have to wait an hour and ten minutes just
to get our wrist bands so we can get in later when the show starts.
We’re glad we got there when we did because we had other friends
who showed up at four and were turned away. Crazy, right?
We went and got something to eat at that point and then walked
back to have a pint or two until the show started. We ran into a
friend we hadn’t seen since Rio two years ago. He was looking really
good and we had a good long chat. Then later we meet up with more
friends that we knew from our last trip to Cape Town. Makes for a
very small gay world when that happens. We had a great time there
until about 9 that evening. At which point I told Dave I want to go
back and then go to Balan’s for something to eat. That was fun and
we got to watch the world go by from our perch in the window. We
stayed up a little bit late and then went to bed.
The next day I didn’t feel so good. I think I might be getting a little
bit of a sore throat. But we got up and packed and then went to Balan’s
for lunch. We had four bottles of Champaign left from the drinks party
and didn’t wantto leave it for the owner of the flat we rented so we
were not quite sure what to do with it. But as luck turns out on the
way back from lunch we spotted one of our friends from the first night
having coffee at costa coffee and asked him if he wanted it, and the
good thing was he did. So when weleft the flat we made a little care
package and dropped it off for him then got on the tube to go back to
Heathrow.
Twelve hours later we’re back in the good ole US of A.
Twelve hours after that I’m back at work. A little tired but none the
worse for wear.
We had fun, that’s what counts.
and pretty much stays out the whole time except at night when we
had a sprinkle or two.
I still find it amazing that I can go from our house in DC to our flat at
Old Compton Street in twelve hours door to door. I also find it
amazing that being in London no longer feels like I’m in a different
/foreign land. I get off the plane, go through immigration with my roll
aboard, go to the tube and an hour later I’m at Lester Square and five
minutes I’m at the flat. Not a big deal anymore.
All for about 72hours in London on my part, I left for an overnight
flight on Thursday night and leave on Monday on a daytime flight.
Everyone at work thinks I’m insane, and I think I might have to
agree to that assessment.
I get there around 12ish on Friday and we already have one friend
visiting. I take a quick shower and off to the box for lunch we go. We
sit there for a bit and watch the people come by when another friend
of ours comes by to say hello. We sit there until after five drinking
beer and coffee at which point we need to go to the flat to change so
we can go back and meet more friends at around 6:30.
We go to this other bar across the street from the box at seven dials
to meet yet another friend before going back to the box to get our
friend who we are taking to dinner. These guys are getting married
and we can’t make it so we decided to take them to a nice meal this
trip. This ended up being good because we went back to the flat and
stayed up until 4am talking and talking. We feel like we know them so
much better now.
The next day we really had no plans but to get up and eat. By the
end of the evening we had a drinks party with 13 people showing up
at our flat. We got whittled down to around four of and then went to
a newish club where one of the earlier people at the drinks party had
a friend that was DJing there. We went, we were not impressed. It
was kind of late, around two and the place really wasn’t that full. It
wastiny and the flyers they gave out to get people there in the
afternoonwere not being honored so we had to pay 5 pounds each.
We stayed for a bit and then Dave and I went home.
Now for Sunday, the whole reason we went (or I went for the
weekend) was to go see the Dame Edna Experience at the Royal
Voxhaw Tavern on a bank holiday weekend. We get there at two
in the afternoon only to have to wait an hour and ten minutes just
to get our wrist bands so we can get in later when the show starts.
We’re glad we got there when we did because we had other friends
who showed up at four and were turned away. Crazy, right?
We went and got something to eat at that point and then walked
back to have a pint or two until the show started. We ran into a
friend we hadn’t seen since Rio two years ago. He was looking really
good and we had a good long chat. Then later we meet up with more
friends that we knew from our last trip to Cape Town. Makes for a
very small gay world when that happens. We had a great time there
until about 9 that evening. At which point I told Dave I want to go
back and then go to Balan’s for something to eat. That was fun and
we got to watch the world go by from our perch in the window. We
stayed up a little bit late and then went to bed.
The next day I didn’t feel so good. I think I might be getting a little
bit of a sore throat. But we got up and packed and then went to Balan’s
for lunch. We had four bottles of Champaign left from the drinks party
and didn’t wantto leave it for the owner of the flat we rented so we
were not quite sure what to do with it. But as luck turns out on the
way back from lunch we spotted one of our friends from the first night
having coffee at costa coffee and asked him if he wanted it, and the
good thing was he did. So when weleft the flat we made a little care
package and dropped it off for him then got on the tube to go back to
Heathrow.
Twelve hours later we’re back in the good ole US of A.
Twelve hours after that I’m back at work. A little tired but none the
worse for wear.
We had fun, that’s what counts.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Wine tasting at our house, what fun!
Ok, so I’ve worked out today and ran three miles in the morning so if this doesn’t make that much sense it’s because I’m tired. This being healthy can really get to you.
We had a lovely party on Saturday night. We invited ten people to come over to our house for nibbles and a wine tasting. We decided since we had brought back some great wines from South Africa that we would have said wine tasting and invite some of our more mature, wine loving friends over to taste a couple of our bottles. Because we’re not too far gone in the smarts department we requested that our friends bring over a nice bottle of wine with a catch, there had to be a story to go with it.
We ended up with 14 bottle of wine for twelve people. The stories ranged from “I used to drink this with a girl friend who was a writer. She put me in her novel she was writing while we dated but unfortunately we ended up breaking up so in the book I die.” (Decent white wine with that story) to our friend SIP who is very interesting individual herself. She grew up in Iran but has lived here for a good long time. She owns a wine store and carries all kind of fabulous wines. She has one wine called SIP. Turns out that when she was a little girl she had smuggled some grape buds from Iran to California (It might have been France) and it might have been the other way around. It was getting fuzzy by that point. Anyway SIP now has ninety acres of grapes planted somewhere that she had smuggled in from somewhere else and now has a wine named after her. Cool huh? One of our other friends brought over some desert wines that actually where created from grapes from their vineyard. Now that is neat.
Names have been changed above to protect the innocent, errr, well, maybe not innocent but definitely so they can’t be identified from this blog.
We had a hard time at the beginning of the tasting squeezing out twelve tasting glasses of wine for everyone but we did it. By the time we got to the 10th bottle we had wine left over in the bottles. Seems that everyone just wanted smaller and smaller tastes as the night went on. After the tasting we ended up going to the roof deck drinking more wine and sat there until about 1:30 in the morning. I was a little bit worried about two of our friends who stayed till the last. They drove home and we really don’t think they should have, we had them call us when they got home so we could sleep that night knowing they were ok.
We got up the next day and didn’t feel all that horrible. I believe that a wine hangover is so much less damaging then a vodka one. In fact we felt good enough to go work out for two hours in the afternoon. At the end of the workout we just looked at each other amazed that we had done it. After that we meet up with some friends to see their house “project”. (More of a nightmare really) They purchased this house three years ago and slowly found out that the whole thing needed to be torn out and built out from the ground up.
Could you imagine?
They had to take out all of the innards. All the way down to the ground. The brick is so old that they can’t put in support beams so they had to go under and create footings in the basement in which to attach the main floor. Pretty much everything is brand new in the interior and only the shell is original but it will need some work too before they’re done. Supposedly it will be finished sometime in mid-summer but it was hard to see with only the skeleton of the rooms up at this point. I wish them luck.
We then went to another friend’s house for wine and then went to Duplex dinner for dinner. And shock of all shocks, home and to bed before 10. This is why I was able to get up and run this morning and why I’m tired right now too.
The next big event is taking Dave to the airport on Thursday for our London trip. I’ll be joining him the next week.
Merry ole England here we come!
We had a lovely party on Saturday night. We invited ten people to come over to our house for nibbles and a wine tasting. We decided since we had brought back some great wines from South Africa that we would have said wine tasting and invite some of our more mature, wine loving friends over to taste a couple of our bottles. Because we’re not too far gone in the smarts department we requested that our friends bring over a nice bottle of wine with a catch, there had to be a story to go with it.
We ended up with 14 bottle of wine for twelve people. The stories ranged from “I used to drink this with a girl friend who was a writer. She put me in her novel she was writing while we dated but unfortunately we ended up breaking up so in the book I die.” (Decent white wine with that story) to our friend SIP who is very interesting individual herself. She grew up in Iran but has lived here for a good long time. She owns a wine store and carries all kind of fabulous wines. She has one wine called SIP. Turns out that when she was a little girl she had smuggled some grape buds from Iran to California (It might have been France) and it might have been the other way around. It was getting fuzzy by that point. Anyway SIP now has ninety acres of grapes planted somewhere that she had smuggled in from somewhere else and now has a wine named after her. Cool huh? One of our other friends brought over some desert wines that actually where created from grapes from their vineyard. Now that is neat.
Names have been changed above to protect the innocent, errr, well, maybe not innocent but definitely so they can’t be identified from this blog.
We had a hard time at the beginning of the tasting squeezing out twelve tasting glasses of wine for everyone but we did it. By the time we got to the 10th bottle we had wine left over in the bottles. Seems that everyone just wanted smaller and smaller tastes as the night went on. After the tasting we ended up going to the roof deck drinking more wine and sat there until about 1:30 in the morning. I was a little bit worried about two of our friends who stayed till the last. They drove home and we really don’t think they should have, we had them call us when they got home so we could sleep that night knowing they were ok.
We got up the next day and didn’t feel all that horrible. I believe that a wine hangover is so much less damaging then a vodka one. In fact we felt good enough to go work out for two hours in the afternoon. At the end of the workout we just looked at each other amazed that we had done it. After that we meet up with some friends to see their house “project”. (More of a nightmare really) They purchased this house three years ago and slowly found out that the whole thing needed to be torn out and built out from the ground up.
Could you imagine?
They had to take out all of the innards. All the way down to the ground. The brick is so old that they can’t put in support beams so they had to go under and create footings in the basement in which to attach the main floor. Pretty much everything is brand new in the interior and only the shell is original but it will need some work too before they’re done. Supposedly it will be finished sometime in mid-summer but it was hard to see with only the skeleton of the rooms up at this point. I wish them luck.
We then went to another friend’s house for wine and then went to Duplex dinner for dinner. And shock of all shocks, home and to bed before 10. This is why I was able to get up and run this morning and why I’m tired right now too.
The next big event is taking Dave to the airport on Thursday for our London trip. I’ll be joining him the next week.
Merry ole England here we come!
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
If you find my motivation, could you email it to me?
Boy oh boy oh boy has it been hard to get motivated this week. I’m really not sure what it is but all I want to do is sleep and stare outside. Could it be that I’ve got spring fever? Haven’t had that since I was in high school I don’t think.
I’m supposed to run this week but I just can’t get my ass out of bed. So, I’ve been doing 30 minutes on the elliptical at the gym at work instead. I have gotten much done considering that I don’t have any motivation. I’ve moved servers over to our new virtual server scheme over the weekend. That worked but stressed me to no end. I worked the last two weekends doing this. Maybe working so much has to do with the motivation problem I’m having.
Tonight we have two friends coming over for dinner. That will be fun and may get me out of my funk. Thursday we have something going on that for the life of me I can’t remember but I think it’ll be fun. Friday we’re talking about staying in because on Saturday we’re having a little get together wine tasting at the house for around 11 people.
The next thing you know Dave is going to England and it’ll be the end of the month. Boy things go fast when you get older.
Did I tell you I’m having a motivation problem? We it just kicked in and it’s hard for me to write any more.
I’m supposed to run this week but I just can’t get my ass out of bed. So, I’ve been doing 30 minutes on the elliptical at the gym at work instead. I have gotten much done considering that I don’t have any motivation. I’ve moved servers over to our new virtual server scheme over the weekend. That worked but stressed me to no end. I worked the last two weekends doing this. Maybe working so much has to do with the motivation problem I’m having.
Tonight we have two friends coming over for dinner. That will be fun and may get me out of my funk. Thursday we have something going on that for the life of me I can’t remember but I think it’ll be fun. Friday we’re talking about staying in because on Saturday we’re having a little get together wine tasting at the house for around 11 people.
The next thing you know Dave is going to England and it’ll be the end of the month. Boy things go fast when you get older.
Did I tell you I’m having a motivation problem? We it just kicked in and it’s hard for me to write any more.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Dentist, and why you should fear them!
So back to the story of the co-worker and the dentist. This kid I work with had just one bad tooth that had been extracted awhile back, it was causing the teeth on each side and the one above to start shifting. The only way to stop this from happening was to put a metal post in the spot of the missing tooth and put a fake tooth there. Simple enough right? Well the procedure all ended in the emergency room with a large amount of blood lost.
Ughhh.
Seems that the dentist drilled a little too far into the bone in his lower jaw, so far in fact when he went through it and into the soft tissue, ie the vein. Blood come spurting out. My co-worker is out on the drugs but gets up in the chair and spits the blood out of the back of his mouth onto the dentist. Now this dentist is the one other dentist go to when they have a “bleeder” but he can’t stop the bleeding and has to call 911. Co-worker goes to emergency room where they finally get the bleeding under control. They keep him for the day, I get a call from his girl friend telling me what’s going on.
The amazing thing is he’s worried because he will be missing working for a day or two. I’m happy that he’s just alive. Crazy work ethic, right?
So after all of this, because it’s considered cosmetic he has to pay out of pocket, he gets all of the 3k he spent on it refunded and it’s being done for free. Which it should be because he could sue for malpractice really. Now they’re waiting for it to heal and the bone to grow back before they try again in about 6 months.
Fun, right?
Well it’s Monday morning after a good weekend.
We have the Mum and Dad in from England so we’ve been spending time with them. On Friday we went out to Virginia to pick them up for a dinner at our friends house that evening. We had a lovely time but I had to work that evening, which really sucked. On Saturday I had to work in the morning and then we worked out. We wanted to get all this done before we went to our niece’s second birthday party. It was fun and she’s great but I had something that I had done at work the night before not work and ended up having to go out to Ashburn to restart a server.
I was not happy about that.
We got back to the house around 9ish and then went out to JR’s until about 2am, which we needed after all the family time. While we were there we mentioned that we might have brunch the next day. Well we did, it was fun but I was in bed by 8. Not sure Dave enjoyed himself though, seems he just wasn’t in the mood.
At work now and not feeling too bad, lots of water and coffee. Not working out today though, I will run in the morning tomorrow and do chest and back at lunch. Get back into the swing of things.
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