the grays abducted me......

Ever watch those UFO shows on History or TLC?  I think the abductions really happen and believe some of the grays may have actually extracted human female eggs, fertilized them with ET semen, incubated the fetuses then released them into our population.

How do I know this to be true?  I work with some of these hybrid alien/humanoids, and have associated their behavior with something other than worldly.  I can't possibly begin to understand their rationale, nor grasp their goals, other than sapping my brain cells for use in another alien being.

Sometimes their large, charcoal eyes peer deeply into my soul and pry into my mind.  Other times I feel like they are attempting to extract my rectum without any sort of anaesthetic.  And yet at other times I feel like I'm being sucked into their ship never to return home, but find myself suddenly slammed back to earth after they are finished with their invasive procedures.  I continue to search for hidden micro chips surgically implanted into my body.

I wonder why humans insisted on building beacons for the grays like Stone Hinge, the Giza pyramids, Chichanitza, Machu Pichu?  Were they calling their parents home, beckoning them to return to Earth subsequently allowing them the opportunity to continue their manipulation of my mind and body?

Can't the grays just leave me alone?

Does anyone understand what I'm going through here?

I'm just too tired to complain

Some days I'm still amazed at the shear lunacy associated with individuals.  Quite often those identified as exceptional don't live up to their billing, but politics being what they are, they (the exceptional ones) are placed on pedestals.

Now, I could give some specific examples, but I'm really not interested in airing dirty laundry in a public forum, and typically if I complain about certain things my poor wife owns the ear I bend.  But there are days, like today, when I'm simply too tired to complain.  My feet hurt, my head hurts, I'm stressed out and at my wit's end.

The good part of this though.....those that I work with on a day-to-day basis make me laugh and are generally fun to be around.  I'm fortunate to be associated with such a diverse group of people from all walks of life, from all areas of the country and world who work hard, and as discouraged as they sometimes become, keep plugging along because they just want to do a good job.

But I'm tired and this week has worn me down.  My giggle box is running on "e" and needs to be replenished.  I'm finding less humor in people, but as I sit here at home I realize it's not the people I'm around that I'm finding less humor in--it's me.  I'm the problem right now and I need to fix it; however, I doubt I'm going to be able to fix it this week or next.....there's just too much stress associated with what I'm doing right now.

But come next Friday....this little steam engine will have a different outlook on life.

ocean daydreaming

It's sometimes difficult for me to keep my mind from drifting, specifically to some tropical island paradise where my only sustenance is coconuts and whatever fish I happen to spear.  You see, I always thought Tom Hanks was in a great situation while he was shipwrecked in the movie Castaway.  He lost weight, listened to the ocean every day, had a pretty cool beard and tan, performed all of his own medical treatments and camped out each night.

Now, I realize there is both good and bad in this situation, and poor Tom Hanks obviously wanted to get back to civilization because he wasn't able to watch the University of Alabama play football each year.  This is obviously something that would cause me great consternation, but I think eventually I would grow more and more accustomed to my surroundings and inability to tune into the games.

Instead of a Wilson volleyball I would have liked to have had a football to throw around and talk to.  And sleeping in the same general area of the pilot I just buried would be a little weird because of my strong dislike of haunts and haints and such. 

On second thought.....nevermind.

the greatest wife...ever!

My wife recently celebrated her ten year anniversary with her company, and as a result was given a catalog to pick out a gift to be given to her in recognition for her service.  She "thumbed" through the electronic catalog for a while then asked if there was anything I would like. 

"Sweety, you have the biggest heart in the world and you are always getting and giving me stuff, but seriously, this is your award, your service to your company and you need to get yourself something," was my reply.

"I don't want anything," she said, "and don't need anything."

To juxtapose for a moment, I would like to say this is an extremely nice place to be in our lives.  That is, to not want or need much, except those basic necessities, and to struggle over what we would "like" to have, rather than to look at what we "need."

The conversation went back and forth between the two of us as we both insisted the other pick something to have and keep.

After a few minutes Cathy looked at me and said, "Here's a minature helmet signed by somebody named Bart Starr."

Me: "Is there a certificate of authenticity that comes with it?"

Her: "Yeah."

Me: "Get that helmet...I know you would love to have it."

Family first I always say.......

can I be heterosexual and still have a boyfriend?

Listen, I'm a pretty conservative guy--I like to think I have "traditional, conservative American values," whatever that means.  I'm a firm believer in the United States Constitution and all it entails and stands for, and think our country is the greatest in the world (I'm kinda biased that way).

But I'm pretty tired of labels, especially when people are trying to apply those labels to me.  Simply stated, if I want to make fun of someone and apply a label to him or her, well, that's okay, but I'm thin skinned when it comes to others applying labels to me.

So, I want some leeway in life.  Why is it okay for a heterosexual girl to have a girlfriend and no one thinks anything of it?  No one assumes a girl to be homosexual if she has a girlfriend, right?  At least they shouldn't....

Why can't I have a boyfriend?  I mean, why does another guy who I happen to be good friends with have to be described as one of my boys, or a homie, my "good friend so-and-so," etc.?  Why can't I say, "Yeah, Bill is my boyfriend" without worrying about a stigma being assigned to me or being fearful of some repercussion?

Now, before you go running around telling everyone I call guys my boyfriends, that's just not the case.  Not yet anyway.....so hey guys, by a show of hands....how many of you would be okay if I said, "Yeah, the dude's my boyfriend.  What?"

writing a book and the difficulties of being disciplined (and such)

Man, I have to admit I haven't been very disciplined of late.  My lack of mental discipline has put my manuscript on temporary hold and I'm mad at myself for not pushing through this haze.  Seriously, I've been working a lot of hours, but this is just an excuse for not working on the book.

I had a conversation with a friend and accomplished author the other night--his insight into the publishing and marketing process has rekindled the writing fire, enabling me to continue onward and upward with this project.  I doubt he understands how motivational our discussion was, but I may just call him every month or so until I finish this thing!

Those who ocassionally write to me (e-mail/facebook, etc) wondering how the book is coming along also motivates me.  I sometimes feel like I'm letting individuals down if I'm not working on the book, so this evening (after another day at work, that is my real job), I'm going to begin plugging away again.

All this being said, I've put my P90x training on hold because of the hours I've been working lately.  Yeah, that's just another excuse too I realize, and it really doesn't have anything to do with the subject matter of this post, but I just wanted to demonstrate how I rationalize not doing things in my mind.