sick of myself

do you ever get tired of yourself? wish you could just not be you? i know i do. that thought just prompted a song flashback.

You dont know how you move me
Deconstruct me
And consume me
Im all used up
Im out of luck
I am starstruck
By something in your eyes that is keeping my hope alive

But Im sick of myself when I look at you
Something is beautiful and true
In a world thats ugly and a lie
Its hard to even want to try
And Im beginning to think baby you dont know

matthew sweet: sick of myself

im tired and cheezy

well what to write? I have no idea. I actually don't have much to say. today i got to sleep for a few hours, which was nice. then after that, I got to go and play some football, which was fun too. i didn't get to touch the ball much, but it's ok, i think the team i was on won anyways. after that we went to a friends house and ate some sloppy joes and hung out in his basement and played pool. him and his wife have a really neat house, I wouldn't mind having a house like that someday. It wasn't the biggest house here in Iowa, but it certainly was plenty of room for a couple. i wonder all the work and time and energy they have put into their house, not to mention money. And you know, even though I like to call myself a minimalist and don't need many things in life, it sure is appealing. It's not that they have tons of junk everywhere, that their house was full of things they don't need. It was nice, quaint, and yet really appealing. Maybe someday, if I choose to marry, I will have a house like that. It's a thought.

So now in the morning, I will have to get up and go to work. The time seems to pass so fast here, and it seems like I'm right back at work again. Work time goes somewhat quickly, but not as quick as my time off. Could be the fact that I have also been working every Saturday also, that might have something to do with it. Hmmmm. I wish I could come up with some money making idea, so I wouldn't have to work for a company, and have them delegate when I had to show up for work. I wish I could be my own boss, and if I wanted to sleep in one day, I could. I wish I could have written a silly love song, and now everytime people play it I make some sort of royalties. Like the guy who wrote "Lady in Red" I bet he makes major bank. And how cheezy is that song? Obviously not that cheezy cause people still play it at dances and weddings and such. Not to mention all those 80's Love Song CD's. They even dedicate that song when people talk to Delilah. Hehe, Delilah. Do you people know her? Is she a nationwide thing? I wish I could be like her, make up some romantic junk and watch the cash flow roll in. Hmmm. I need to think of something. I mean I'm grateful for my job, I know my cuz pulled some strings and gave me a good chance. But honestly, I'm sorry, I don't want to lift steel over my head and make Wal Mart parts for the rest of my life. It's means to a end for the time being. But still I wonder, what can I do? I guess I need to start thinking of some lyrics. Ok let me try some cheezy lyrics on you guys, and you let me know what you think.

My beautiful, oh my love
how you are a gift from above
you eyes are like diamonds
they shine and make me smile

I long for you
I want you near
so much noise in this world
but your voice is all i want to hear

sweetheart don't leave me
because my world would be so cold
i fell for you at first glance
at your first word my heart was sold

so baby, when i say I need you
And I love you, and I can't live without you
believe me always
for these words for you are true.


cheezy enough? i thought so.

REVOLT!

Thats right! Down with THE BELL!

hehe.

Disclaimer: This will be a serious post. I don't write many, so pay attention. Also, please don't comment and tell me that I'm being too hard on myself and how I'm not like this. I am not always thoughtful and kind, this I know, so this post is for those times that I'm not.

Well I've been doing some thinking. Big suprise I know. But I've been doing some kind of self examination and have come up with some areas I have to work on. No, not my abs. Well yeah, them, but I mean seriously. I have noticed that in my humor, which can be a mix of dry wit and sarcasm, I can take it too far. I can take it to the point where feelings get hurt, and people actually do get angry. And believe me: THIS IS NOT MY INTENTION. Sometimes I do like to push people's buttons, granted I am quite good at it. But like I said, sometimes I do take it too far. To a level I shouldn't be taking it to. I don't know if it's me trying to be funnier and funnier and then I start actually picking on people, or maybe I myself become "playfully condescending" and start to put people down. Whatever the case is, you have to honestly believe in my heart, that THIS IS NOT MY INTENTION. Sometimes I even wonder myself, "Why can't I just be nice to this person?" Is it some sort of subconscience insecurity? Am I threatened by them? To the fact that I have to completely disarm them of any things they can harm me with? Every once in a while these questions haunt me, and I really strive to correct and alter my thinking. Am I bitter to the world for my lot in life and I feel I have to take it out on innocent people? Am I just plain mean? I know I can be a nice person, I know I can be a really considerate person, but for some reason I end up being a bit too sarcastic or too dry and witty. So lately (as in starting right now) I am going to tone it town a bit. I will strive to be witty, and funny, and all those positives things that I would like to be, but just not at the expense of others. I really feel bad for that, for the people I have said some really rude things too, and then played it off with a "Oh I'm just joking, you know that!" Yes, I may be joking, but people don't deserve that kind of treatment even if I am. So then, to all out there who I have been overly sarcastic too, to those who I may have been rude and unthoughtful too, this is my apology. I'm sorry. I really am, to anger and to hurt is not what I intended. I will work on that, I promise, I will give that part of me a good tweeking until I get it right. After all I am nothing but a work in progress.

19 For the good that I wish, I do not do, but the bad that I do not wish is what I practice. 20 If, now, what I do not wish is what I do, the one working it out is no longer I, but the sin dwelling in me.

21 I find, then, this law in my case: that when I wish to do what is right, what is bad is present with me. 22 I really delight in the law of God according to the man I am within, 23 but I behold in my members another law warring against the law of my mind and leading me captive to sins law that is in my members. 24 Miserable man that I am! Who will rescue me from the body undergoing this death?

Mas Campanas?

Disclaimer: This Post is about kids. I understand that some of you might not share the same viewpoint on kids as I do, but that does not make my viewpoint wrong.

Ok, so that sounded like I was going to say a bunch of bad things about kids right? Wrong! I actually am not going too. But lately (for some strange reason) I have been thinking about kids. I don't mean in a "Michael Jackson" kind of way, I mean in the way that I might possibly have some someday. Ok, now everyone slowly get up off the floor, slap yourself around a bit, and realize what I just said. Yes, I have thought about having kids. Keyword: THOUGHT. I can't really pinpoint the exact reason I have been slightly thinking about that, but I know this weekend it kind of crept up on me from the dark corners of my mind. See I was sitting behind a girl who had a baby, and really cute on at that. And the baby, just kept looking at me! With his big brown eyes he just stared me down, like a lion to it's prey. And to my suprise what did I do? I smiled. He smiled and laughed, which in turn made me laugh. It was sort of strange actually. I have friends with babies, and for the most part, most of them look at me and turn away, or just start to cry. Sometimes they look at me and almost don't even notice me, like when you hold a cat in a mirror. They just glare into space, as if your not even there. But not this baby. This baby looked at me, and continued to look at me, and laugh and smile. And somewhere deep down, something found that nice. Somewhere the thought came up in my mind, how it would be to someday have a son or a daughter who would look at me that way, and bring a smile to my face. I've known all along, but then I realized just how babies are a joy to their parents. They poop, they scream, they bite and kick, but that's part of their appeal. Like I said, this is a strange territory for me. In the past I have never really comtemplated having any kids, why? I can't really say. I guess I have always thought it is too much responsiblity, and it's something I just wouldn't want to take on. Getting married and having a wife is enough for me, to add a little munchkin on top of that would just be too much. Maybe its because my sister has no children, and now that my brother is married, I doubt he will have any children either. I have always looked as having children as being a negative thing, not saying they are all little brats that bring stress and hardship, but just the fact that they are too much for me too handle. But I guess living with my cousin's now and having their daughter around, my outlook has changed a bit. I would have to say, that kids, although bratty and possibly a pain in the but, are a blessing. It's just sad that kids have to live in a crazy world these days, which would be another reason why I wouldn't want to have any right away. I think about that, and I just think of that little baby, his smiling at me, and how when he did, all my problems seemed to mean jack. It's funny how something simple as a baby (who isnt even yours) can do that to you? I can't imagine the feeling of looking down a infant, knowing that it's part of me. I cannot phathom that. I guess it's because I don't really look like anyone. The reason why I say that is because my parents are both deceased, so if someone meets me for the first time and didnt know my parents, they cannot say things like "oh you resemble your mom" or "you have your dad's eyes" because they have nothing to go off of. They can compare my brother and my sister to me, but other then that, they don't have the original artwork (my parents) to see how I resemble them. So to me, when I look in the mirror, I resemble me. I look like me, and no one else. But if I was too have a kid, and lets say he comes out with my nose or my eye color or facial structure, that would be a very strange yet exciting thing to me. This kid resembles me? This kid is part of me? I for some reason just can't get over that notion. It's almost like a little clone! That fact itself would just blow my mind, and then if it started thinking and acting like me! Watch out world! So I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm not so much against the fact of having kids anymore. I realize it's a huge responsiblity, something you can't ever take lightly. I realize even though they seem like a burden, and I question why people do have them, they can be a huge joy, a huge positive in a world that's only negative. So will I have kids? I don't know for sure. That is yet to be discovered. But needless to say, the world is a safer place for now, now that I haven't procreated.

me?

i got called a "lush" today. me? a lush? can a guy even be a lush? I haven't had a drink in about 3 months, and I'm the lush? I bet I couldn't even drink 3 beers and I would be all falling over. sad, I know.

but me a lush? me?

thanks, you. (you know who you are)

shameless promotion of my cousin's beanie

who is this guy? what a dork! seriously, what a nerd right?

random poem from my notebook

and as i try and will myself to sleep
the thoughts race through my mind
the promises, the broken promises
to my own self I couldn't keep

the abundance of energy
the lack of toil and trace
I was moving along, singing my song
at my own destructive pace

and it took 15 hours to change my mind
15 hours in that metal jail
they will never let me forget
that I had my mind in a similar padded cell

and now things have changed
and now I know what I want to do
the answer I knew all along
the answer is nothing new

my time here will be short
the days now are less
now's my time to work for it
and provide him something to bless.

I actually used that same ending on another poem, but I believe this was the original poem that had the ending. When I talk about being here for a short time, I was speaking about San Antonio, which was true, because I left not too long after. So that's that.As for the rest of the meaning, just use your imagination. :)

haiku #2

all dirty from work
i now wonder about her
as i sit here cold

Giving Credit, Where Credit is Due

Well I just thought I would take some time out to thank someone. My cousin's cousin Crystal. See the thing is, I am no 'cake walk' to put up with. If anything I am a pain in the $#@#!!! But somehow, she finds a way to put up with me. Why? I don't really know actually, but she does and I appreciate that. See she is younger then me, but she is wise beyond her years. It seems as the days go by, she becomes smarter and wiser by leaps and bounds. Do I feel threatened by her intelligence and logic? Of course! Don't all mindless bafoons like myself feel threatened by intelligent, strong and independent women? And the fact that she is younger does not help my confidence, how smart is she going to be when she is my age? Is there any real way of knowing? Either way, like I stated before I wanted to say thanks. Thanks to a really sweet young girl, who cares a lot about other people and their welfare. I am privileged to be in the midst of such a person at such a young age. Such grace and character, I should be taking notes so I can learn from her. If only this old fool wouldn't be so stubborn.

haiku for the internet light on the dsl modem

oh little green light
you control our destiny
we bow before you

weekends go way too fast

well it seems like the weekend had just started, and now it's already over. here I sit on a Sunday night, knowing that I will have to wake up in a bit to start a whole new work week. joy. I don't mind the work, it's just well, I don't know. nevermind, my thoughts aren't very clear on that.

well speaking of the weekend, mine was pretty nice. friday I got off work and rested a bit. I cleaned my room (it wasn't all that messy anyways) and my cousin was cleaning her house. that night we had Melissa over (the girl who had the M&M shirt on)for dinner. We also had Chas and his little sister over too. we all had a good time, got to watch Melissa and Chas bicker at each other and zing each other with insults. Then after a while Chas and his sister left and we got to chat with Melissa a bit and get to know her a bit better. She sounds like a pretty cool girl, a bit sarcastic, blunt, and playfully condescending, but hey? who doesn't like that? I didn't take anything personal. I rather people be honest then play games. So overall, it was a fun night. She left knowing a bit more about me (probably more then she intended) and vice versa.

Saturday we actually went into town and ate at a mexican restaurant and watched a movie. We saw "Flightplan" and for those you who like Jodie Foster when she is running scared you will like this movie. Almost like "Panic Room" but instead of a room, it is replaced with a airliner. I think it was pretty good though, a bit predictable, but good nonetheless. After the movie we headed over to Walmart to pick up some groceries for the week and other things we needed. I actually got me a frame for my picture of vallarta (that I ordered as a poster) and some new speakers for my room. Oh how I love my speakers. Altec Lansing, you are a beautiful company, I swear, if I ever have children I will recommend they all work for your company. Heck, you can take them when they are "of age" and train them in your ancient ways. I'm sure you could provide a better life for them then I ever could. Just remember to "follow your stars." hehe, i'm stupid. (if CRG is reading this, this is her cue to agree with me.)

Sunday came out of the blue, creeping up on me like a bad tequila hangover. Today we actually went fishing at Pine Lake. Yeah I know, me the city boy, fishing. Actually I didn't do half bad, I did it all bad! Well actually I got a hang of it pretty fast (I have fished before). But usually when you fish, you tend to actually CATCH FISH. But today they weren't biting, or well, they weren't biting my worm. Hehe. Nevermind. So what do I do when fish aren't biting? Skip rocks to disturb other people's fishing! I got some good skips in today, I would say it was about a 7 on the old skip o' rock o' meter. If there was such a thing. There is, I just made it up. So there. After the lake we went to a pizza/hamburger joint, which was suprisingly really good. I would go back. So today was a pretty good day, had fun, got to skip rocks, fought with my cousin's cousin (CRG) a whole bunch and ate some good food.

Now as I get to wake up at 4:45 AM I can't sigh and shake my head in regret. It was a pretty good weekend, heck I can't complain. I mean I could, but I won't. :)

events of a uneventful day

it's thursday, well for one more hour atleast. nothing really important or monumental happened today, but yet it was a eventful day. the following will inform all of you.

woke up at a few times, playing tag with the snooze button on my alarm. finally got out of bed around 5:04 am.

work was hard today. just like everyday.

i burned my hand. again. this time really good to. I've gotten used to the welder sparks bouncing around and some landing in my gloves. but this one was like a meteor from beyond. it's burning mass of molten hot magma just ate through my skin like a fat kid at Cici's Buffet. It hurt.

i banged my elbow really hard on a piece of steel cord. it hurt also. the pain went away though. that was much appreciated. thank you pain.

i slipped putting a clamp on, and smashed my left thumb on a steel hyrdaulic roller. yeah, you guessed it. ouch. it's ok though, i didn't have 100% feeling in that thumb anyways.

if you haven't noticed I work in a place that you can get seriously hurt, very, very easily. they are big on safety though, which is good. you just have to be smart, or nuts. one of the two.

on break i was a bit hungry and i reached into my pocket and pulled out 75 cents. I eyed the last rice crispee treat in the machine and noticed that the price was the exact same amount that I currently attained. Ah yeah, that rice crispee treat was mine. I could already taste it's sticky marshmallowy goodness. I could see the bright blue shiny wrapper shining like a beacon, hear it calling out to me "Robbie, buy me! Rip off my cover and devour me whole!" And as I made my way closer to the machine only one thing stood between me and my processed gooey square of bliss. Another coworker. Lets just call him Davey, since I actually don't know his name anyways (it could very well be Davey). I watched as he put in his money, one quarter, two, three and he stopped there. Hmmmm..ok 75 cents. Then I watched helplessly in slow motion as he extended his finger and pressed the letter D and then the number 7. My eyes glanced over to my cube of contentment, and yes, it too lay under the code D7. He had selected my treat, my reason for living! I had been defeated by such a little person (he really is little) he had given me the proverbial kick in the nuts, and spat on me while I was down. With nothing left to choose, nothing to keep me going, all I could do was select a crummy bag of Cheetos. I normally like Cheetos, but this was much worse then sloppy seconds. Plus, Cheetos for breakfast at 7:30 AM! What nonsense! The worst part about it all, was for the rest of the break I got to watch him eat my joy, bite for bite. Him picking at it with small bites, like a buzzard on fresh roadkill. His "wee beety ittle eyes" just staring off into nothingness, not ever taking a glance at what treasure he was shoving down his gullet. I was insulted, I was hurt, I was still hungry! And as the bell rang to summon us back to work I vowed that I would get back at him, down with Davey! You can keep your D7, your mark of the Devil! I will have my revenge soon, my revolt is close at hand, or atleast until they refill the snack machine.

So then after work I got home. Took a shower and rested. That's about it.

Went to DQ later. Had a Coke, which I chipped in $1.00 of the total $1.39 amount. Ok, so I owe Noe 39 cents. I won't forget, I promise.

What was I talking about? I can't remember.

After all that, I am here now, in the basement of this big house writing this post. It's already past my self inflicted bed time, so I better wrap this up. To all who read this tomorrow, I hope you having a good day. I will be, trying to keep all my fingers on my hand and beat Davey to the vending machine.

another something i wrote

how you form your words
those looks i could never understand
how you shake when you laugh
with rings on both your hands

your silent meditation
how you clean when life is out of control
you seem to have a good heart
the one I tried so hard to console

but friends we remain
after years of running in place
wondering if you'll do the seeking
or blame yourself and create space

maybe I'll see you soon
but I won't go out of my way
friday will be here before you know it
much to your apathetic dismay.

I almost forgot...

I was going to write this lastnight, but I forgot. Lastnight at DQ (Dairy Queen) I ran into a friend of my cousin's. She's actually one of the only people here my age (or close atleast) and she seems like a pretty cool person. I don't know her very well, but she seems like she has a great personality (she laughed at my jokes people!) So anyways, she was wearing the above shirt, which of course with me next to her made for a big laugh. Even I could not help but think it comical. So hopefully I can get to know her a bit better, I'm always up for meeting new interesting people.

100 Things About Me

This wasn't as hard as it seemed. So here it goes.

I:

1. like big butts and I cannot lie.
2. am a chronic liar.
3. did it again.
4. know that women won’t give me the time of day. So I hit on them at night.
5. sometimes wish I would have went to a university. I would have went to Baylor.
6. cut the bottoms of my jeans.
7. love the Pilot G-2 07. It’s my favorite pen.
8. used to never wear brown.
9. still don’t wear any kind of gold jewelry.
10. love watches.
11. prefer them to be metal banded. No leather please.
12. like boot cut jeans.
13. do wear a belt buckle.
14. bite my nails. A lot.
15. don’t “part” my hair to any side.
16. don’t have smelly feet.
17. don’t snore.
18. have had a root canal.
19. feel a bit behind the average 25 yr old.
20. have actually eaten a "Gray's Papaya" Hot Dog. It was delicious like Matthew Perry said.
21. actually do plan on acting out the events in a "Perfect Day" someday.
22. don’t like tomatoes.
23. don’t like Onions either. Sans Onion Rings.
24. could lose a few pounds.
25. have had 2 long distance, international relationships.
26. think James Taylor is a weenie.
27. am not into politics.
28. almost always finish my drink before my food.
29. am not particularly attracted to blondes.
30. will take anything though.
31. enjoy making people laugh.
32. still feel bad about breaking up with a girl 5 years ago.
33. am a trusting person.
34. can be lazy.
35. never remember my dreams.
36. don’t like lemon cookies.
37. seem to have people open up to me, and tell me their problems.
38. am easy to talk to.
39. like Vintage Jazz, but hardly actually listen to it.
40. didn’t know what the word “corpse” meant until I was 12.
41. didn’t learn to swim until I was 11.
42. think Frito Pies are overrated.
43. don’t like keyboard drawers under the desk.
44. prefer leather interior.
45. love M & M Blizzards at DQ.
46. don’t like Big Red very much.
47. honestly know I didn’t give my time in WA enough chance.
48. have visited my mom’s grave only twice in the last 15 years.
49. am part of a family that doesn’t hug very much.
50. actually like my eye color.
51. had a first love named Allison.
52. had my first kiss by a different girl, also named Alison.
53. really do like the name and the song "Alison"
54. once danced in the street.
55. know from experience, that apple juice and Taco Bell don’t mix.
56. do not go for long without a song in my head.
57. have sung "Summer Nights" at a karaoke bar with my friends sister.
58. don’t drink anymore.
59. had a crush on a girl named Zoe in high school.
60. am not a big fan of mustard.
61. like Adidas more then Nike.
62. don’t hold in my sneezes.
63. know money means nothing to me.
64. grew up in a trailer.
65. know my dad was a alcoholic.
66. played with “Hot Wheels” not Matchbox.
67. only had Transformers. No stupid Go-Bots.
68. enjoy the view of the stars here at night.
69. know how to make lasagna.
70. grew up eating Chef Boyardee Raviolis.
71. don’t know if I’ll ever marry.
72. enjoy traveling. But I’ve realized it’s better with a good friend or loved one.
73. call all soda, no matter what brand, “Coke”
74. used to be a glass half empty person. Now it’s vice versa.
75. love the Foo Fighters.
76. will someday live in Mexico.
77. have 20/20 vision.
78. cannot live without sideburns.
79. like to read, but I don’t do it enough.
80. know it’s hard for me to sit down and study. Anything.
81. am a minimalist.
82. am a bit messy most of the time.
83. use sweet & sour sauce with my nuggets and fries.
84. used to chew “Big League Chew” gum.
85. like girls that are shorter then me.
86. can ice skate.
87. prefer Egg Rolls over Crab Rangoons.
88. love girls with accents. Any will do.
89. sleep on a inflatable bed.
90. am hard on myself.
91. don’t know any Kung Fu.
92. used to be pretty good at basketball.
93. love the dirt smell in the air when it rains.
94. consider myself a “Goonie.”
95. used to watch “Pinwheel” when I was a kid.
96. dip my fries in my frostee when I eat at Wendy’s.
97. can’t burp my full name.
98. actually do enjoy long walks on the beach.
99. can love and be loved.
100. am tired, and is going to sleep.

poetry that i didnt write

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

random memory of the day

how i remember listening to my 10,000 Maniacs tapes. the music would just lull me into a daze, as natalie would just hypnotize with her voice.

sigh.

how I miss those days sometimes.

New Job for a New Me

Well I started the new job at SMI yesterday. And I have to admit, it's hard. I knew it was going to be, but I hadn't realized how much until now. Yesterday was my first day, and I had a bang up crash course in how to put together a joist. Don't worry folks, all the joist came out ok, no Wal-Marts will be caving in anytime soon. But the first day was hard, as it is anywhere you work. Today though was better. Well I guess I should tell you what I do now, I am what is called a Rigger. I rig joists. For those of you who don't know what a joist is, next time your in a Wal-Mart, look up. The long metal girder things that span across the ceiling, those are joists. I make those. Well not me alone, but the line that I'm on makes those. I'm on the A Line, so my technical name is A-Line Rigger. What we do is simple. Let me explain: See there is long table, which is called the rigging table, and and it has these things called jigs that sit on top of it. These jigs span the whole length of the rigging table, which itself is probably a hundred or more feet. Then on either side of the rigging table, is rollers that bring in steel, which is in the shape of the letter L. There is usually six guys working the rigging table, three on each side spread out. Two guys take the front (one on either side) and two in the middle and so on. Each of us has our own tacking torch, or tacking welder as some say. So then as the steel rolls in on the rollers, three on each side pick up the steel and lift it up over their heads and sit it down in the jigs. Then the other side does the same, so it ends up looking like two flat railroad tracks. Then comes the webbing. The two front guys start on the front webbing, the middle guy, which they call mid-web, does his webbing and the back guys the back. Webbing is smaller pieces of steal that we lay in a kind of zig zag formation, and get welded into place. Then after all the tacking is down, we put down our torches and pick up another piece of steel to put on top. This we dont weld, but but we put clamps on it, to hold it in place. This happens on both sides. So then once all the clamps are done, we make sure everyone is ready, and the lead rigger hits a foot pedal and the hydralic pumps push the joist up, allowing us to pick it up and put it on its side. Then using the rollers in the rigging table, we roll it down the line to the welding pit to be welded for good. This whole process takes less then 5 minutes, and is pretty fast paced. Not too mention dirty. I start at 5:30 AM and by 8:30 am I am covered in black soot and dirt from the steel. It's a dirty job, but yes someone has to do it. And I guess that someone one is now me. So anyways, that's that. I get home now around 1:35 pm, and I am sore and dirty and stinky, and it's great. I am actually now enjoying it more then sitting on my butt in the help desk. I don't get paid as much, but I feel like I have actually accomplished something at the end of the day. Not to mention I get a heck of a workout and the chance to learn some welding. It's been cool so far, and it's only the second day. Hopefully it will all be good in the future. We'll see.





These are photos of me after I got home yesterday. I think I look goofy, but my cousin insisted I take pictures after my first day. I actually didn't get that dirty on my first day.

Hehe...I'm being mean, and yet, I don't care

Brother and Sister? Long Lost Cousins? I wonder if she likes Baby Ruths?