Tina’s Termination

onwindydays really made my day. I wake up to a message from him everyone once in a while, and they make me happy. I love his attitude towards being unique too. The way he embrasses it is inspiring.

On to the matter at hand though. Me and Tina reached that “stale” point in our relationship. It’s not that we got bored with each other, or rather it is. It’s hard for me to explain this without sounding heartless and indifferent to our relationship. We still care about each other very much, and more so, want to stay together. But a couple nights ago we had a long talk. The kind of long talk that gives long talks their reputation and makes you hate them (the long talks that is). So she decided she needed to quit her job. The one with me. The freelance one where there is the whole team mentality going on and whatnot. She made this announcement on one of the most pivotal nights of the week too. Tuesday night. Now tuesday night is clubbing night and incidentally, one of the only times we are all together (as in everyone in our little group, team, workforce, etc whatever you want to call it). It was a grand announcement, sounding something along the lines of “I’m quitting and now I’m going to be the ‘stay at home’ team mom!” Everyone ways somewhat sad, knowing we would have to hire yet another “new guy.” But the most sad out of everyone was Texas Toast. Don’t ask how he got the nickname. You just don’t want to know. I’m pretty sure he cried a little, and since he’s a mute, his tears spoke louder than his words that night. He told me to write that…Anyway all is good now and I am looking for a new member to the team.

Searching for a new team member is probably the most rewarding, but hardest part of my job, and I hate it. I hate it a lot. For me the risk and reward don’t exactly weigh out evenly. Like when I hired Rex. He talks too much even though he is very talented at what he does. His skill barely makes up for the amount of garbage that pours out of his mouth every minute of every day. I don’t even have any candidates picked out at the moment and they are becoming increasingly hard to find. Someone will turn up, and for the time being we will be fine without them.


So bought a couple things at the exchange yesterday. I’m gonna have to attest to the greatness of that store for a moment. It has movies, music, games, game systems, skull candy headphones, T.V. series, and other miscellaneous items. There is no other store that I need to go to except this one.  Because Tina buys the groceries. I purchased the games Rage and Wet for the 360, and Two new cd’s. I havent played Rage yet. The third person shooter feel of Wet is like a combination between Prototype, Borderlands, and Wanted: Weapons of Fate. Or at least thats how I see it. I’m not really getting sucked into the story like I want to be when I play a campaign oriented game. Some of the game play is a tad bit corny too, making me realize why it was a $9 game. I don’t hate it though and plan to finish it, because it does have some fun parts to it and the unrealistic acrobatic combat is actually pretty cool. This being said to perform some tricks in the game, the controls are pretty different and finding the right angles and what not is sometimes difficult. Overall I would give this game a 7 out of 10 so far…The two new cd’s I bought are both great though. They are from opposite sides of the spectrum, giving me more variety to my vast cd collection. The first cd purchase was “I Do Not Talk” by Childish Gambino. I absolutely love this rapper, and he is one of the most talented I have ever heard. This cd has a lot of songs that can be applied to situations in my life, and for that I love it. I have played the track “almost there” for Tina and you know she loved it. There is really no one quite like him, and I praise him for his talent and uniqueness. The other CD I bought was Lights Out by UFO. My friend said once I bought this cd I would throw out all of my Led Zeppelin cd’s. Of course he was wrong about that. I have found a knew love for UFO, but Zeppelin will always be my first true love. They are an extremely solid classic rock band and I think everyone who loves classic rock needs a UFO cd in their arsenal.

To leave you all on a positive note (not that UFO wouldn’t be a positive note) the Navy SEALs have rescued some aid workers in Somalia, because the navy seals are badass. That is all. Heres the link.


Theres that dirty monday feeling, but not so dirty as it usually feels

It’s january. And it’s raining. Sigh. You know with a combination of monday+rain in january+fiance having a grudge against you at the moment=bad day. But surprisingly enough today isn’t that bad. I feel peaceful at work, whereas I would usually feel against the ropes and stressed out. I’m not tired like I usually feel and me and Sam could agree on a radio station to listen to on the way to work. This is all pretty out of the ordinary for me so I figured there is something I’m missing about today. It could range anywhere from 2012 apocalypse to forgetting Tina’s cats birthday. 

Nevertheless, I shall make sure that today stays the pleasant monday it is, and doesn’t mutate into some horrible monster, like a werewolf. Is that how you spell that? Eh, whatever. 

Two side notes: I managed a concussion while snowboarding yesterday, and I’ve been having strange dreams about my fiance that died. Not quite sure why, but they are creepy. Like Dead Space 2 creepy. So can you do the moonwalk? (The actually moonwalk, not your sad interpretation of what it looks like).

A little something because I’ve been slacking…

I’ve been having a crazy weekend along with the week before it. But currently I’m debating whether to write in the third or first person. Third it is. I just felt like writing this little story.

What is this we’ve found here. Is it a lie? She wondered and wondered. No matter what it may be she knew she could never have it. She knew she could never have him. It was so sad how his eagerness and insaciable apetite for knowledge had dragged her in. He just kept pursuing and pursuing until he spoke to her, drawing her in like a timid, hungry, animal to bowl of food. But the darkness had been hiding the tattooed hand, forever marked with shame, guilt, and hallucination. But I believe that we are not meaningless. Geez, you’re acting like it’s all bad here! They’re still friends. He takes care of them and her, looking after them and keeping them safe. I mean honestly, they take too many risks. But he met some new people. And he just loves them. They’re so beautiful and pure inside and for once he doesn’t want to change that. Usually the *ahem* other side would have come out, but no. He’s been doing a great job at keeping himself controlled.

What I really want to get at is the night before his dear friends death. All of this is quite trivial. They were all enjoying a drink. Lovingly showing each other a good time, the whole lot of them. Thats really all that needs to be remembered from that night. He promised his wife and daughter he would be there whenever they needed him, and he’s a man of his word. He told his best friend everything a truly good man is and that he was a good man. He told the others about all of the loss in his life, and how it never gets any easier, and thats why no matter how many you loose, you will always feel the same pain you did the first time. And thats why we have to enjoy, the short time we have and take care of those that truly matter. All of that jibber jabber at the beginning? Oh, well thats not important.

That was probably one of the most pointless things I’ve ever written, but I just needed to throw something out there. I was pretty bored tonight.

The visit and a hobby

So one of my good friends is a 3rd grade teacher. Me and her were high school friends. *Quick side note: I have more female friends then male friends and Tina is ok with this.* Anyhow, because of my background and current occupation, she asked me if I could come in to speak to her class about what I do. Now for me this is hard. I have a good sense of censorship, don’t get me wrong, but to be honest I had no idea what to say. I made the mistake of telling a 3rd grade class the truth. I mean, my friend said I could say whatever I want so I did…It went exactly how you might expect: All of the children looking very confused as my friend shot me a look of pure terror. I toned down some of my explanations, and from then on it went pretty smoothly. I saw a sigh of relief from my friend and finished up by answering some questions (which there were very few of). This was fun for me. For some reason I was all excited from presenting to a 3rd grade class.

On to a different topic: I wanted to share about one of my favorite hobbies. I have been an avid weapons enthusiast for some time now, and knowing your weapons like the back of your hand is one of the pieces of knowledge that I have made my duty to attain. Timing how long it takes to field strip a weapon and put it back together is one of my favorite activities. So one night I was playing around with a new toy and Tina’s beloved cat decided to jump up on the table. The weapon was half way taken apart so I wasn’t particularly worried about it going off, if that is the outcome you had expected. No. The cat was the one soon to bringing pain upon me. Mental pain. Of course my obnoxious neighbor slams his door at this moment sending the cat jumping along with the firing pin of the gun. Conveniently as if out of a movie, the pin bounced a couple times, and then fell straight down a vent. I stuck my hand down the vent. I tried to use a clothes hanger to retrieve the pin. I even went to the floor below me and asked the person in the room directly below mine if I could search their vents. They explained to me that isn’t how the ventilation system in this building works and I left with my head down. The pin was never retrieved and I wait in anticipation of the next one arriving, for I had to order it online…

Any way to leave you all on a good note, here are a couple of my favorite pictures. You might not think they are as funny as I do but oh well. 





And here are the pictures on rotation every week right now for my PC backgrounds. They are all pretty freaking great.







“Single ladies” just came on my ipod while it was on shuffle. Anyway what’s your computer background?

Phantogram: wtf are they even saying?

I’ve been listening to a lot of easy going music lately, really just chilling out after the massive report I had to file this past week. Basically the worst thing ever…Bands like The weeknd, Otis Taylor, Slow Club, Races, Emiliana Torrini, Bon Iver, and PHANTOGRAM. If you have read an of my past blogs (more specifically the ones about Hudson Mohawke), then you know that music can make me very passionate, to say the least. Now all of these bands have made me passionate to lay on the couch and sleep/say things like “radical dude” and “thats so zen.” Side note: Zen is not an adjective. Thank you. Now Phantogram actually rocks out in a couple of their songs. I see myself and a group of cool looking people slow motion walking from a gas explosion to the song “When I’m Small” by Phantogram. Their sound is awesome and I love it, but what are they even saying? I didn’t bother looking up the lyrics (or even really trying to listen to them for that mater) because I had the sneaking suspicion that they would “weird me out.” Well regardless of what they are really saying, for the time being I will continue listening to them. Tina caught me dancing in the lobby with four of my friends today. She threw an egg at me…(she was returning from a trip to the grocery store). I kept dancing.  MESSAGE TO ALL FEMALES TRYING TO STOP YOUR MAN FROM DANCING: YOU CAN’T STOP THE DANCE!

My dancing friends in no particular order (I feel like they deserve mention):

Sam – She is the Definition of a tom boy. She can probably drink more than me. Scratch that, she can drink more than me.

Gerry – Skinny little punk that we all love. Looks like and is the equivalent too Garret Hedlund in the movie Four Brothers. We call him Ger bear.


Michael – the smart one of the group. The one who says “guys, thats probably a bad idea.” and then helps us with it.

Lastly but certainly not least, the group mom, but also a serious tom boy, Elsy. She takes care of us when we, ahem, get into trouble, but she is pretty bad herself.

There are a couple more of close friends that would have been dancing with us, but they missed out. What’s your favorite dance move and who do you dance with?

Versatile Blogger Award

Anyone paying attention to my blogs has known that for some reason I have had a terribly hard time choosing who to nominate for the versetile blogger award. First off I should be thanking onwindydays for nominating me. It is an honor to be nominated for any award, let alone by a stranger. So thanks! The reason it has troubled me in making my choice, is that I want to nominate people I believe are truly versatile bloggers. These are some of the people I believe really just write about what is on their minds. And not just spew out a bunch of crap but actually write about something Worth reading. These people write for the fun of it and not just because they have to. Well as far as I know, none of them have a gun to their heads…

Anyway, Heres the rules for the versatile blogger award:

1. nominate 10-15 bloggers. (I did not follow this rule…)

2. Inform the bloggers that they have been nominated! (well geez you werent even gonna tell them were you?)

3. Share 7 random things about yourself.

4. Thank the blogger who nominated you.

5. add the versetile blogger award pic to your post

So here’s my nominees in no particular order:

On Windy Days



The Happy Hermit – Andreas Moser’s Blog


Yes, I know I didnt choose 10-15….Well here are some random facts about me

1. Because of my job I can’t put my full name or job description online…anywhere. That includes Facebook, Myspace, etc.

2. My first fiance died two months before our marriage. As sad as it was, things were very complicated…Hopefully it’s not some type of strange curse where my current fiance will mysteriously die. Don’t worry Tine I’m sure you’ll be fine!

3. My top ten movies in no particular order are Tombstone, Stranger Than Fiction, Four Brothers, Fargo, Suckerpunch, Taken, Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Blazing Saddles, National Lampons Christmas Vacation, Max Paine, Star Wars episode six.

4. I was in a band in high school and we played at the local bars and such, but never really went anywhere. For good reasons though.

5. I’ve lived in Luxembourg, Morocco, The United States, and Italy, all for at least one year.

6. I was taken from my parens at age ten and have not seen them since.

7. And to finish up on a more positive note, I was part of a volunteer interpretive dance crew and we preformed in a local theatre. It was awesome.

I just want to thank onwindydays again for nominating me, and in general just being a great person!


I’m terribly sorry, But chances are I wasn’t too missed

It has been a long and eventful past couple of weeks since I have posted. I’m just gonna say it. I proposed. In a hospital. After a car accident. Yes I almost died (not really but it’s much more dramatic that way). If you want to know if she said yes or not I might tell you… or I might not and make this text face that my niece sent me one day —-> :> she says it’s a bird. It made me laugh for about a straight hour (I don’t know why it made me laugh so much). I have also had a lot of morbid thoughts going through my mind lately too. Not quite sure why. Anyway it looks like Romney won the Iowa Caucus. I’m just gonna stop myself before I start talking about politics. Any way this picture is just plain great.

Skip de do da day.

Any how, leave me stuff, I love talking to you guys, and if I’m not getting back to you on stuff, I WILL EVENTUALLY. It’ because I’m probably busy planning a wedding, which is way more fun than I thought 😀

P.S. I’m sorry I havent chosen my award nominees yet! The next post (swear on my life) will have my nominees.