Who are You?

So thanks to JustRun I got sucked into this website attempting to make a collage that depicts who I am. Pictures speak a thousand words they say. And though it took me quite a while to come up with this masterpiece I stand back and find that I can be simply described as a World Traveling Beer drinking Ocean Addict in Boots.

Post Secret #1

PostSecret, some guy (that I'm too lazy to google) published a book based on the concept that everyone has a skeleton in their closet, whether big or small, dark or light. His book stems from the idea that as humans with a conscience we all somehow seek a way of sharing said secrets in hopes that by letting them out we are liberated. So he compiled a book based on anonymous post cards and letters sent to a P.O. Box address. I found it to be a brilliant idea and why I had never thought of it is beyond me. Though, having flipped through the book myself, I wonder if being the keeper of so many secrets has made his shoulders feel any heavier.

It is absolutely affirmative that I subscribe to the idea that each and every one of us has some dark shadow lurking in the closet. Secrets span a multitude of facets. They could be as simple as a thought or a feeling you had and were too embarrassed to share. They could be as naive as a mistake you made and didn't face up to it. They could be malicious as having done or wished something terrible upon someone. They can be as dark as our deepest thoughts or as light as our wishful prayers. The options are endless. And though I might even go as far as agreeing that in some way we are all looking for a way freeing ourselves of these self inflicted mortal burdens, I'm not too sure that externalizing a confession is the formula to liberation (though I'm sure the Catholic church would disagree with me - but this isn't meant to be a religious discussion.)

Since I don't want to be a doubting Thomas I'm willing to give this theory a try. I'm going to randomly and occasionally reach into my damp and dreary trunk and liberate Pandora. Will it change who I am? Probably not. What it may do is get me some feedback as to which level of Dante's inferno I deserve, which to say the least will be a little more insightful than reciting 39 Ave Marias that I'm usually assigned.

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I'm jeopardizing a relationship with an uber needy man wants too much for another who is so indecisive he says "love you..." to another woman and it's all so physically and mentally draining it's beyond explanation.

Status Update

My family is in town....

Time Log: Day 3
Status Update: House full of loud and demanding Italians who find it inconceivable to eat dinner before 9PM and haven't gone to bed before 11PM
House Condition: Apparent sudden implosion
Operator Ticket: Inability to achieve any down time
Error Level: 5=verge of insanity
Estimated Ticket Resolution Time: Two Days
Interim Suggested Solution: Breathe and count to ten multiple times
Alternative Solution: Pray.....

Bday

Today's my birthday and I cry if I wanna!
And cry I want to because I was planning on playing hooky to use my brand new fishing pole but it's raining! Actually it's pouring! Damn! I'm not one to make a big deal of this holy day but I will milk it if I get the chance to and it's tradition for me to go to the beach or the Ocean if I can. I already got a ton of birthday wishes and I'm certainly grateful to those people who remember me, especially since I never can remember anyone else's birthday. I truly am blessed. My parents are also arriving tonight and spending a week with me. I adore my parents but I assure you that a week long visit is guaranteed to age anyone on this planet by at least a year. I think that might actually be the point of this visit. It's no wonder my brother, whose had them as guests all week, is going to drop them off turn around and return to sender.

Since hanging up any GONE FISHING signs is out of the question today I'm going to have to reward myself some other way. I'll have to find the time to pick up my house and also go to work. But I'm thinking lobsters for lunch and enough drinks with friends for dinner to psychologically ease the arrival of the mother ship.

Happy Birthday to me!!

Linkd this!

Facebook-Myspace-Linkd and I don't know what else are all great tools but there comes a time when you just have to call it. The reality is that all these tools make it easier to stay in touch but they also do become a burden with all their applets and microscripts and silly games when all you really want to know is how the other person is doing. And frankly speaking, people who care to stay in touch have found the way to do so even without all this silliness. And those that are really your friends never really go away even if you don't speak to them on a daily basis. And it's when they put the extra effort in it, as does my long standing friend Russ the Love Muscle (RTLM), that you can gauge the depth of a friendship. Ours obviously has reached an incomparable comfort level as only fraternal friends can converse as follows.

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On Mon, Jun 2, 2008 at 3:33 PM, Russ wrote:

Ed,

I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn.

-Russ
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On Thu, Jun 5, 2008 at 11:15 AM, Ed wrote:

bug off! I've had it with facebook/myspace and all the other shit. I can't even keep the damn passwords straight. LOL How are you?

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On Thu, Jun 5, 2008 at 11:25 AM, Russ wrote:

nice!

yea, Im sick of all the social networking sites. Just fucking email the person already. I don't need a daily update of whatever mood someone is in. No if you posted daily pics of your tits... I' d prob look at the page a whole lot more often!

Not much going on here. Kids are finishing up school, work is work, etc. Im probably going back to school in fall. Going to get the dredded MBA. Gonna wear a tie and bang my secretary.

Will you be my secretary? Great benefit package!

Ah... I kid. some. ;)

So... what's up in your land? Still doing the dream job thing? (not that its been that long) Any men keeping you warm at night? What's the skinny?!?!

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Aaaah friends! Feel the warmth. Though it's dawned on me that I need to check my MBA because I sure as hell missed the small print on the whole banging your secretary thing......