Sting Seizes Bomb Grade Uranium

My mind is definitely in another place tonight. I logged onto the internet to check my e-mail. The site for my e-mail account has various news stories just like most of the other search engine sites.

 

One of the headlines read "Sting Seizes Bomb Grade Uranium". The first thought was, "What the hell is Sting doing with uranium? He is a singer."  I clicked on the link expecting to find a news story about the former member of the Police bringing attention to an issue in some sort of publicity event. Unfortunately, I did not find a picture of him symbolically confiscating nuclear weapons, but a story about an actual sting in the fomer Soviet republic of Georgia. This was accompanied by a slap to the forehead and the blinding realization of my denseness tonight.

 

In my world, maybe we should have Bono accompany Sting to North Korea to give Kim jong-il a good talking to.

First Date

After June 24, 1995, I would never have expected to find myself in this position again. That was the day I got married. In my mind, it was a done deal that I would never have to enter the dating world again. But, alas that was not the case.

 

So, it was only recently that I found myself going on my first date in about sixteen years. Getting ready for the date, I felt like I was sixteen again. When I woke up that morning I was hoping that when I went to the mirror, I was hoping not to find that a huge pimple had sprouted overnight. Fortunately, one had not. Then I looked through my closet and didn't know what to wear. I went to the store and bought a new shirt and pants just for the date. I was hoping that I looked presentable without looking like I was trying too hard. After my shower, I hoped to God that I wouldn't smell bad so I deodorized everything possible.

 

Then I starting second guessing myself. Was an Italian restaurant such a good idea? Garlic breath? Even though we were meeting there, should I have vacuumed out my car? Did I suggest too early of a time? And so on and so on.

 

Fortunately, the date went well without a hitch. It ended up lasting about six hours. Although there were a few odd lapses in conversation, we were able to talk about a multitude of subject with ease. Not too bad with being so incredibly rusty.

Good Bye and Good Riddance!

Well, it is finally 2007 and I am very glad to see it finally arrive. Last year was probably the most difficult year that I had to go through. Not much can be said about a year where the absolute best thing that happened to you is that you didn't die. However, I am am eternally grateful that didn't happened. I would much rather stick around for a while. Hopefully, all the turmoil of the previous years have passed and I will be in a better place because of it. That better be the case, because I will be really annoyed if there was no purpose to it.

Normally, New Year's Eve doesn't mean a whole lot to me. Quite honestly, I can stay up to midnight any day of the year, so losing out on some really good sleep to watch a ball drop in another time zone or fireworks being shot off over the lake which is 25 miles away doesn't seem so special. The prospect of making resolutions that probably will go unmet is also somewhat disencouraging.

This year seems more important to me. It is truly a clean slate year. I get the chance to leave behind a lot of junk and move forward with my life. I for one am looking forward to the things that await me.