Archive for April, 2004

“These Hours”

Friday, April 30th, 2004

There are a bunch of things I could probably write about today. Thoughts of my own and thoughts that have been stimulated by reading other blogs. I think, however, that I’ll relax a bit (it’s a great, sunny day here, perfect for relaxing). Here’s a contingency post.
My poem “These Hours” continues to [...]

Rant

Thursday, April 29th, 2004

Small, relatively unimportant question:
What is the deal with people who stop at a red light, then constantly keep inching forward in expectation of the change to green, then when the light turns green they just sit there?

The Homeless

Wednesday, April 28th, 2004

Homeless people make me sad. Every morning when I drive to work, I see a homeless man who must have the same walking route every day. As I’m driving north on Broadway, he’s walking south. Usually as I drive by he is putting something in his mouth. I can’t tell what [...]

How Much Would Herbie Charge?

Tuesday, April 27th, 2004

Hmm, many people seem to have problems with their wisdom teeth. What’s up with that? Maybe I only hear the bad stories and none of the good ones, but it frightens me a little that someday I might have to have them out. Lots of others have had them out, and you [...]

Spring Cleanup

Monday, April 26th, 2004

If you haven’t been here before, welcome! You won’t notice anything different. For the few, the proud, the elite who have visited in the past, you’ll notice a big change. I’ve gone from a Front Page type setup to a WordPress setup. Go me.
I’m slowly going to move all the writing [...]

Write Frame of Mind

Tuesday, April 6th, 2004

I have always liked to write. It seems to me that my childhood years were spent creating different stories for different occasions. At some point in time, I started collecting my own writings, keeping them in a binder. In this binder I have stories that I wrote all the way back in seventh grade. Boy, [...]

Depressed? NO!

Monday, April 5th, 2004

When I was a pre-teen my mother decided she needed to have a talk with me. Don’t worry; it wasn’t a “birds and bees” talk. She told me that as a teenager, things would happen in my life. She told me I would get depressed and feel sad. She told me that sometimes I would [...]