Archive for November, 2007

Thankful giving

Hmm… I’ve not been around much lately it seems…
The last few weeks have brought on multiple field-training exercises, prep work for the next stage of the game, all combined with the demands of the regular job, new employees, old battles, etc.
But I am thankful to my friends, some online who have become real-life friends, [...]

Off the Wall

“God! I’m like 10 minutes late and they are going to lock me out?” questioned a young nurse. A sign on the door read Wait until break to come in. “If I’m going to be treated like this I don’t know that I can take it,” she said indignantly to no one in particular.
She [...]

Something Right or Wrong?

Well it’s official… another of my employees, the one who is a direct assistant to me, let me know today he is planning on leaving at some point in the next year or so to go to Seminary school. He stepped in to fill the spot of another employee and good friend who left me [...]

get ALL the way out of the boat.
And if you’re going to play a guitar… play the WHOLE danged guitar.

Thick Skin

When I was in college I walked around barefoot a great deal. It was Miami. I was a rebel, trying to fit in like everybody else in their determination to be different. Even some of my teachers came to class in bare feet. Cuts developed but so did an array of calluses. I even graduated [...]

Grateful

Too much time on the road. Lots of lessons being learned.
But yesterday, one of my best friends, Butterbar, returned from Iraq. I’ve driven up to visit with he and his family, drop off the truck and other stuff left in my trust. Butterbar is now a 1LT, greatly outranking me, but he has called [...]

Snooze

0430 – I wake a few minutes before I hear the slight beeping from my (ugh) digital watch. I wanted to get up a little earlier than necessary just so I could have a few more minutes and not feel as rushed. Have to get out early today, drill weekend far from my home, far [...]

Trickle

Bookstores are a weakness for me. When I lived in the city I would find myself at a bookstore quite often, for some reason avoiding a library, though libraries used to be my refuge. And as a man, one cannot do things without having a purpose. If I am going shopping, I have to accomplish [...]