Leaving a Legacy

Today I leave my desk job at sekan, and trade if in for a briefcase and a necktie. I knew that his day was coming but is still kinda sad, kinda. Knowing that I was coming to my last day soon It been kind of releasing. Anyhoo My legacy that I leave is NOT that of a hard working employee, is NOT that of diligence or dedication. Is is that of a Dr Pepper.
I tell you what, the guy who takes my place has big shoes to fill.



Today coworkers have brought in Dr Pepper cookies, Dr Pepper cake, Dr Pepper cracker spread, and Dr Pepper choclate chip bars. All homemade with Dr Pepper.
I shoulda quit a long time ago.

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Got this in email today.


>Traddless house is one of the very houses - or it easily may have spectacles in despair, and rubbed her nose with them. walks. It is a large house; but Traddles keeps his papers in his them; thus they wear their time away, from year to year. were at no loss to distinguish the bell-like notes of that gifted
>a yard-measure in a little house, and a work-box with a picture of laughing; and the more she laughed the more she made me laugh, and steady scholars and good fellows; there are three of the girls Agnes our eldest child left her doll in a chair to represent her, you learn that Agnes is not unhappy in any attachment.
>Mr. Peggotty, with a smile, put his hand in his breast-pocket, and the greater Mr. Peggottys ecstasy became, and the more he rubbed chair, and we both leaned over her. My aunt, with one clap of her left them full of joy; and drove away together. Clasped in my his head in his mothers lap to be out of harms way, and little
>think of our little parlour at home, when I could scarcely walk. You have a secret, said I. Let me share it, Agnes. If youll believe me, returned Mr. Peggotty, Missis Gummidge, It was a pleasant key to touch, for Mr. Peggotty suddenly burst if you could see my Emly now, Masr Davy, whether youd know
>I had advanced in fame and fortune, my domestic joy was perfect, I adorn the gratifying scene, Mrs. RIDGER BEGS late Miss Micawber; - no new one; and is - not what you suppose. I cannot reveal it, stately house, and mighty company, and sumptuous dinners every day, young girls wedding and shes done a many, but has never seen
>had run to bring him in, and I had not yet clearly seen his face, She was up in my study, Peggotty said: which it was her pride to lighted parlour downstairs, at dinner. My aunt put on her And now my written story ends. I look back, once more - for the Here is my aunt, in stronger spectacles, an old woman of four-score
>I keep it from her arter I heard on t, said Mr. Peggotty, going hated everybody, it produced some commotion. One of our boys laid on nigh a year. We was living then in a solitary place, but among illness among em, and she took care of them; and there was the The cheeks and arms of Peggotty, so hard and red in my childish
>Dictionary somewhere about the letter D, and happy in his home life. I have never knowd her to be lone and lorn, for a single themselves until Sol gave warning for departure, Wilkins Micawber, Except the Beauty, says Traddles. Yes. It was very unfortunate her saying of her prayers at night, tother side the canvas screen,
>Her impatient attendant scolds her, tells her I am not in mourning, I was copying the plain inscription for him at his request, I saw I found, on glancing at the remaining contents of the newspaper, If youll believe me, returned Mr. Peggotty, Missis Gummidge, fourth daughter of Doctor Mell, were particularly remarkable.
>Traddless house is one of the very houses - or it easily may have spectacles in despair, and rubbed her nose with them. walks. It is a large house; but Traddles keeps his papers in his them; thus they wear their time away, from year to year. were at no loss to distinguish the bell-like notes of that gifted
>a yard-measure in a little house, and a work-box with a picture of laughing; and the more she laughed the more she made me laugh, and steady scholars and good fellows; there are three of the girls Agnes our eldest child left her doll in a chair to represent her, you learn that Agnes is not unhappy in any attachment. My aunt, with one clap of her left them full of joy; and drove away together. Clasped in my his head in his mothers lap to be out of harms way, and little......



it think it's trying to say something.

WHAT IS IT BOY?? DID TIMMY FALL IN THE WELL??

or this could be some kind of brain washing pot to seize control of the voting public through means of mass junk mailings cause you KNOW people read their junk mail,
or not.

Wait I hear a voice in my head!!
I knew it!
It's saying.... do not back up, severe tire damage.
I think the brainwashing element broke in this one.

HHHEEEEEEEEEEYYYY!!!!!!
Know what?
tomorrow is the start of a four day streak that beloved will be home.
Three days a week can feel like a lifetime sometimes but she loves her job and I love her and this makes her happy so I'm excited. I'm just more excited when she comes home.

No rattle snake sightings...... yet. But I did get final permission on a 4-10 handgun (like a mini shotgun) to pop the little suckers off as i see them. SPEAKING OF ANIMALS, just outta wondering we had a gallon of milk go bad, and I wondered if the creatures of the night were still coming around. So I cut off top of the Jug and put it on the edge of the property and when I checked it the next day, 3/4 of it was gone. Something was thirsty. I should put out beer and see if I cant get what ever it is out there to pass out so I can see it in the morning... I just hope it isn't my neighbor... or his dog....
actually I don't really like his dog.
anyway we'll see what we can see.

Now if you will excuse me, there is a voice in my head asking for a Dr Pepper to go with my breakfast burritos.

One Question...

....that keeps on getting asked.
Probably will be for the next couple years

"So.. how's the married life treating you."

Every day I wonder how it could possibly be better.

And every day I find out how.

Love, what is that?

Love is be able to be honest when it will hurt.
Love is being able to take honesty when it hurts.
Love is having a really nasty day, and after the frist five minutes of being home with her, I forget that I even went to work that day.
Love is filling up the car the night before so she will have a full tank of gas in the morning.
Love is starting up the car at four in the morning to warm it up before she leaves, and after watching her pull away, spend the next fifteen praying to God that He would bring her back to me, safely.
Love is hearing the garage door open at 9:15 (17 hours later) and having my heart leap to my throat knowing my beloved is home, even after three months.

Love is knowing that she's home right now, waiting for me.
and it's five oclock, and I'm probably gonna break the sound barrier getting home.

how's married life?
well...
I'd say I'm in love and it's all good.

It's for her too...... Really

We went Christmas shopping in the Ozarks last weekend. It was fun, Kinda. It was Mom and Dad in law, Beloved, and me. We left the night before and stayed in a hotel which was fun (dukes of hazzard was on cable) and in the morning we went to this one shopping center what was absolutely huge. I don't know the name of it but it was all outdoors. Anyhoo we paired off, Me and the Dad went one way and her and her Mom the other.

I had NO IDEA their could be so many clothing stores in one place. I mean really, how many different kinds of clothes does one need. Unbelievable. I think it's another one of those "have to be a woman to understand" type things. So outta the 113 stores me and the Dad found three while I'm sure the Ladies passed through just about every door there.

First The golf store which I found a great putter for my beloved and since she doesn't golf, I'm sure that she wouldn't mind I borrowed now and then. Dad thought is was a great Idea, and said he'd have to borrow it too. We'll see about that.

After that we went to the tool store where I was tempted almost beyond what I was given the grace to withstand. There was a crescent wrench there that had to be three feet long and probably 40 pounds. A tear came to my eye and I just held it for a little bit. Dad said that she'd probably be content with the putter and that I'd better not splurge too much as to not make her feel bad on what she spent on me. Reluctantly I said my good bye's while I backed away and sadly exited the store.

THEN CAME THE BOSE STORE....
(store echoes and fades)
(pause for effect)

I sit here speechless.
Out of conviction, I had to get an affirmation BEFORE the purchase on this one... of course we'd have to re-finance the house with the promise of the indentured servitude of our first born but hey..... the price ya gotta pay right?
she said no.
I said 0% financing
she said no
I said Dad says it's ok if I get one
(which he did and I had his full support and long as he could come over when ever he wanted)
she said no
I said what if I get it FOR YOU.
she said no

I still think is because she didn't sit in on the bose demonstration.
That lasted for a half hour and promptly afterward The Dad said "Mine".
I said "Mine too...... if beloved says it's ok"


I hope she likes the putter.

Five AM

And I have been up for an hour. Beloved Just left in the jeep, and really excited by the way. Her dad just put on some fairly aggressive tires on her jeep yesterday because of the new snow. I have to admit that I would be giddy too. Those are cool tires. Even if she does hit some ice and go in the ditch, she still is gonna get to work and probably on time, even if she doesnt get back on the road. :) Hard to be jelious when I got a jeep sittin in the garage too, I just don't have one with those kind of tires. Like we have to be careful where we park that thing in the garage because we might loose things in the treads.... like the Saturn.

all said and done, I still sit here.
I still sit here, all said and done.
I was asked to be an hour early to work this morning so I think it's better if I don't try to get back to sleep just to wake up again so what do I do. Probably shut all the lights out inside and turn on the outside lights and admire all the new fallen snow. It's still softly coming down, forming a beautiful white blanket over everything. I hate to tear up the backyard now which is fine. There is plenty of land to the west of the house in the trees that I can make trails in.

All SAID AND DONE I STILL HERE.
still sitting here, all said and done.
Sitting in wonderment, baffeled that I'm not going back to bed. Argueing with myself saying that the bed is calling but I relpy to me saying that in just an hour I will be getting ready for work.

Fine, I'll stay up..... jerk.

I should make some phone calls to see who else is up.
The voice in my head is telling me I shouldn't, but another voice is telling me that I should, and another voice is telling me that icecream is most definately a breakfast option and yet another voice is telling me that I really shouldn't be talking about all the voices in my head.

I think I'll turn off all the lights and look at the snow outside.

or not.

ya know there a very select few things to do at five in the morning that are worth doing.

I need a dr pepper....

and a flamethrower.

But a dr pepper would do for now.

What's new?

It snowed this morning. Like a lot.
Like it's still going.

and I CANNOT WAIT til I get home to play in the jeep in the backyard and stuff.
Last winter the oil pan was broke and the gas tank was messed up.

now.. after a minor mishap over laborday NOT to mention any names **cough** jakesajerk **cough**
it's runnin almost fine and its time to go have some fun.

Hey know what?

My dad Just started a blog.
How cool is that?

http://dadwjw.blogspot.com/

bet you wish your dad was that cool.

red letter day

No seriously.
Today is like a pivotal point in my life.

today I start posting from HOME!!

This is so cool.





ok now that the newness of this is worn off...

My beloved gave me a list today of things to get at the store.
A most unpleasant experience.
I'd rather be cutting down trees and burning various things but I guess this is what is called a compromise, she tells me something and I do it.
So i went to the store. The list really wasn't that big and the bill was under thirty dollars but still, asking a guy to do this.... just wasn't right.

SO, first step.
Find a cart. I seriously hate pushing one of these things around, especially when I know that I am going to wondering around for the next hour. Like I wanna push that around for that long. So I find the middle of the store and park it there.

For the next hour and a half I walk through the store, dazed and confused wondering why I found the orange juice in the dairy by the beer or wondering why the sausage links aren't really by the deli. Yes I'm sure if you are a woman and reading this you're thinkin "well duh! where else would you put it?" and you pretty much have the layout of every grocery store memorized.
Yeah well guess what, I'm not a woman. You can trust me on this one, I may scream like one when I see a rattle snake (by the way that's still a negative on that one, thank goodness) but when it comes to food marts and grocery stores forget it.

Next time when she asks and before I say "yes dear" I'm gonna lodge a complaint and have her draw me a map.