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A journey …
Life is a journey.. no one knows where life will lead you, what you will experience, who we will meet in life, but all these things make our lives what they are today.
Quite a few people I know, would want to change certain things in their lives. Maybe they regret an incident, maybe they wish they’d done something differently. Who knows, but in the end they’d want to make some changes.
My answer is always, why? If you changed even the slightest thing about your life, you wouldn’t be who you are today. Sure there are things I wish had been different growing up, there are things I wish I hadnt done, but I wouldnt change any of it.
Everything I’ve done and experienced in life is what has brought me to where I am today. It’s what enables me to love my job, it’s what brought me the best friends I have today, and it’s what allows me to love Wifey™ with all of my heart and soul.
We’ve all had bad experiences in life. I think all of would rather of had certain thing not happen, but they did and we dealt or are dealing with them and in the end you are a stronger person because of it.
My advice, dont change a thing.
Les and I were talking the other day about how bad we are telling how old people are. Its not the first time we’ve had this discussion. My rule of thumb is to never answer the question, “how old do you think I am?”
Lady: How old do you think I am?
Me: Well, erm, you dont look a day over 72 …
Lady:
See, I’m terrible at telling ages, so its better that I dont go there. The reason for the conversation, is because I was partnered up with a girl, who looked about 21, in spanish class and during our time working on projects together, I started asking questions. I always ask people questions, to find out more about them. So, I asked what other college courses she was taking and she said that this was it, besides her high school classes.
High school? Okay, so I’m thinking maybe she’s 18 or something. So, as the conversation continued and I asked what high school classes she was taking and other things about what I could slightly remember from high school, she pops out with “well, I’m 16, so I have to figure out next years schedule”.
Okay, so now I feel like a grandpa. Here is a girl that was born ten years after me. Like in the 80’s. 1983. Ohmygod. When the hell did I get old? And when did 16 year old girls start to look like they are 21 or 22.
The last couple of days, I’ve had Wifey™ (aka French Girl) talk to my friends Les and Cindy on the AOL Messenger thing. It’s important that my friends are a part of this, just as I am. Being in a relationship can be difficult when you are so far away from each other, and to me having my friends involved in even the slightest way helps me deal with it.
Both Cindy and Les love Wifey™. They think she is funny and really a great person, which means so much to me. I think it always helps to have your friends feel the same way you do about the person you are involved with. They’ve both also told her that they’ve never seen me happier during the whole time I’ve known them.
I’m not quite sure what that means, because I dont feel that I’m acting any differently. Maybe I’m walking around with a silly smile on my face or something, but it doesnt really matter, because I really am happier than I’ve been in a long time.
I’m “working at home” today. That means a day off basically. It means that they are letting me stay home because of an appointment and do my work here. What they forgot to do, is actually give me work to do. I mean, I asked them for something and in the end, they just never gave me anything. I wouldnt actually mind, working at home once or twice a week and if I ever had children, I might actually work out a deal like that, so I could spend time at home with them. What I do at work, can easily be transferred to a home office. Except for meetings, most of what I get is through email and paper work could be faxed. I might miss the human interaction, but to work at home once or twice a week, it might be worth it. I’m actually doing laundry while I’m “working at home” today.
The real reason, is to get a DSL connection installed. My appointment is basically sometime between 8AM and 5PM. Could they be anymore vague? Might as well, just tell me they’ll be here sometime Friday, it’s basically the same thing. They guy did call and say he’d try to be here between 10:30AM and 2:30PM, so at least that’s a four hour period rather than an eight hour one.
Anyhow, I’m checking email from time to time for work and sitting here waiting for the Pacific Bell guy to come on over and do his ten minute installation. Four other people at my work have gotten DSL in the last month or so, so its my turn. It’s a necessity to work at home. 90% of my team at work is working at home today … basically a day off.
Finally a joke that was forwarded to me. By the time you finish this story, you’ll understand what the word TENDJEWBERRYMUD means, okay. I was laughing so hard at this …
The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review … .
Room Service (RS): “Morny. Ruin sorbees”
Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialled room-service”
RS: “Rye..Ruin sorbees..morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??”
G: “Uh..yes..I’d like some bacon and eggs”
RS: “Ow July den?”
G: “What??”
RS: “Ow July den? … pry, boy, pooch?”
G : “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.”
RS: “Ow July dee bayhcem … crease?”
G: “Crisp will be fine.”
RS : “Hokay. An San tos?”
G: “What?”
RS:”San tos. July San tos?”
G: “I don’t think so”
RS: “No? Judo one toes??”
G: “I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘judo one toes’ means.”
RS: “Toes! toes! … why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?”
G: “English muffin!! I’ve got it! You were saying ‘Toast.’ Fine. Yes,an English muffin will be fine.
RS: “We bother?”
G: “No..just put the bother on the side.”
RS: “Wad?”
G: “I mean butter … just put it on the side.”
RS: “Copy?”
G: “Sorry?”
RS: “Copy … tea … mill?”
G: “Yes. Coffee please, and that’s all.”
RS: “One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy … rye??”
G: “Whatever you say”
RS: “Tendjewberrymud”
G : “You’re welcome”
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