A Bachelors Blog

We all had dreams of what we wanted to be, and who we wanted to be once we all 'grew up'. I suppose deep down inside we still do, and I suppose a few of us are still chasing those dreams down and wrestling them to the ground, owning them, as rightly we should. I for one, have let my dreams slide away. How did that happen? I can only assume that in the grind of our daily lives, our families, friends, marriages, divorces, relationships, careers, jobs, and issues... the priority of our dreams was allowed to be put further and further behind us. I think we all need to dream again. To chase down those dreams and fight for them to the bitter end.... or sweet end, or however it looks. I recently have re-evaluated who and what, and really, where I am in my lifes journey.... and for all of my victories and defeats, I don't feel any closer to my dream. I will express one dream of mine. And thats the simplest of them. I just want to own a home for myself out in the countr...

Ola! So it's now well into the new year, and alot of folks who started their new years resolutions have dropped off already and thats ok. I made no such resolutions, knowing full well the waste of breath that would be, and just decided (After my bad cold finally went away) to throw myself recklessly into my life. I'm working out my body these days. Alot. Feels good, in a painful sort of way, but at least I am getting results, bleeding my tremendous amount of stress, and dammit, feeling good about things. About life, and people, and relationships, and being single and independant. Still working at my job, but that has become secondary in my life, where once it truly was my mistress. Life still kinda sucks in my world overall.... but you know.. I cant put my finger on it... I am really loving this year so far. No special reason for it. Maybe because Im involved in something I want to be doing with the work outs and its a big benefit on alot of levels, or maybe its because...

Yes well, it as been awhile since I have written here. Poor form for a so called junkie, but hey... Times are busy and hectic and all of the usual excuses. Now that we are out of the Christmas season, I think I can breath a little easier and focus on the next big thing... whatever THAT happens to be. There are ideas a'brewin in this devious mind of mine, but nothing in the absolutely near future. For now I will focus on healing and working out the body and all those other new years resolutions that everyone makes... although I made mine long before January 1st. muahahah.. Ahead of the game I am (for a change) ....I have finally left some things behind. I can look forward now. I'm not done with the past, not completely, but it is a decent feeling to be able to close a chapter or two. Some wounds that were fresher than others have healed... and hell, it IS a new year... try to start this one off properly and with a better focus. Oddly... I can't wait till spring/su...

Rascal Flatts has been an odd banner bearer for me these past years. Out of the blue now and then, a song pops up that really impacts...and oddly... its by Rascal, and its regarding my situation at the time. I had a painful conversation with a friend in my car while this song played in the background.. and I realized how badly I was in pain.. my pain was laid bare and it was there playing... and dammit.. the flood of emotion came like a tidal wave.... Its a great song, and it brings me back to that sharp pain of the other night. Rascal..... always there .... for years now.... go figure. What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok But that’s not what gets me What hurts the most Was being so close And having s...

Been away from the old blogsite this past while. Busy with the time killing mostly, but part of me has been dreading coming back to the 'wailing wall' as it were. Some fairly eventful days have bled through my hands, like sand, and I find myself telling no one at all about these things. Maybe it's an effort at mystery... or an attempt at character building in my own odd way... meh.. maybe I just don't feel like sharing. I have been quite selfish lately. The social went well and everyone seemed to have a really good time... as well as a fantasmorgia of a Beeryamid was made, a more impressive man made structure I have never seen. Well okay that's complete malarkey, but it was still fun to build.. namely because we had to drink to make the damn thing complete. Eiffel Tower.. PFFFFFFFFFFT.... Leaning tower of Beer cups puts that eyesore to shame I say! I have some pictures on good ole Facebook if you have access and a desire to check it all out. Overall, the ni...

Isn't that the glory of being humans? Even religions prize the ability of free choice, it's what makes the choice of religion more valuable than forced doctrine. Some days I just want to smack my forehead at the bad decisions I make. Sometimes I want to smack my friends for THEIR bad decisions. I wish I had a strong crew watching out for me like a buddy of mine does...yet with all the wisdom and insight and care of these people around him, he continues to make the worst decisions you can in a situation. Who knows... maybe others feel the same way regarding me.. or you.. or whatever. It's all perception anyway. I know I have made some bad calls. God knows we all have, but a few choices seem to stand out and linger in the back of the old bed pan. *** BEST typo EVER!!! I MEANT to say Brain pan... although in my world.. it's pretty hard to argue the difference.. heheheh.. I'm so damn funny!*** Wouldn't it be nice if we had a do-over now and then. Or maybe if w...

The past few days have had me pre-occupied with helping out a friend who is going through a bad break up. As a guy, my support and advice can only go so far... but even so.. drowning out the memories and the hurt heart goes a long way towards recovery (At least in my opinion). So, Lots of hanging out and maybe drinking and just trying to have some good times to ease the sting away.. You know.. makes sense right? I won't get into the cut scene of visiting the ex with my friend and how the ex's new ...'friend' called two carloads of buddies to come tool us up and the ensuing ugliness... This week has been full of stories. Going to work to get fired and coming out with a raise, meeting some new people that remind me strikingly of two toy poodles with A.D.D. who tell the worst stories I have ever heard in my life, drinking till morning, crazy boob grabs! Man... it's been a wild one.. and me without the camera these past two days! Thats it! The camera comes w...