Change

Tuesday was a great day! It was effin' awesome to hear the president finally talking about helping countries (including this one) overcome fear and fighting; keeping security and principles; healing the planet; unity. I don't understand why so many conservatives feel it has to be a fight and why only one can win.

I was speaking with a co-worker yesterday. He told me about his heart attack at 46 and that if he lives a few more months, into his very early 50s, he'll have outlived any other man in his family. He said he doesn't let the little things bother him anymore. That's where I want to get. Not let the little things, or even the big things beyond my control, bother me. So I won't block the entrance to an abortion clinic (or the funds to keep it open) even though I don't support abortion. I won't give an ultimatum to people who disagree with my position; I won't disparage those who compete against me for the same things.

I found an old friend online a couple days ago. I've googled him once in a while for years but just found him on Facebook. He was one of the coolest (not cool like, "yeah, man" but cool like always willing to listen and tell a good story) guys I knew back in Minneapolis. It's always a dice roll looking up old friends. I found one friend but she was way too into faith, religion or whatever for me to comfortable. She assumed that I'm not happy because I don't exercise my faith the same way she does. This was in her second email to me. Anyway, my old bud from Mipples was really down to earth back in the day, but I know we all change, and I hope that bringing up the girls he boned or that guy we worked with who dug him won't be a sore spot.

A new bar opened around the corner from me. I went there with a neighbor last night. I found out my neighbor's moving to Boston in a couple of weeks. That bums me out. We wave and he gives me a ride to work when he sees me at the bus stop. We even went jogging once. Unfortunately we never really hung out in the two years he's livd across the street. But I know he's one of those guys who's always will to split a six-pack. Good luck in Beantown.

Marriage...I'm hoping mine changes to one I can believe in.

Goodbye 43!

So, the last baby boomer turned 44 a few days ago. If the real last babyboomer is anything like this one then his/her body is starting to hurt for no apparent reason. No impacts, no cuts, no medicines. Just out-of-the-blue pain.

I spoke with a friend of mine this morning. I told him that my head was hurting and I was nauseous earlier that morning. His back started hurting the other day for no reason (he's 42). Our diagnosis is age. I can't treat myself like a teenager or 25-year-old, even a 35-year-old, anymore. I pride myself on how much I can eat and stay around 200 pounds (I'm 6'2"), but I can feel my insides starting to revolt.

This year: no more chicken wings, no more than one hamburger each week, no more hangovers, no more crap. I will try to save a bunch more money, spend only three hours on a house project, finish a marathon in under five hours (that sounds like a lot, but I have thalassemia, so there's my excuse) and be more available to the wifey and kid. And I'll try to let go of April 1996 through August 1999.

Luckily my fiscal year and calendar year are concurrent, so my bookkeeping is really easy.

Peace.