the blogging of a boring person

This weekend I have my 20 year high school reunion (add old joke here).  I have never been to any of my other reunions and never intended to go to any in the future.  That is, until I found facebook.  Just like everyone else, I found (or they found me) friends I knew from high school.  It would probably be more accurate to say people I knew rather than friends.  I knew alot of people but they weren't necessarily friends.  I was grounded through most of high school so I didn't go out much.  I worked all through high school also so when I wasn't working, if I did go out, it was to a hardcore show.  I didn't really hang out with many people from school.  Out of all the people going tomorrow, I think I've only hung out with 1 or 2 outside of school.  If I enjoyed talking, then everything would be fine but my problem is that I don't like to talk.  I have nothing to say, I don't like awkward moments and I think there will be a TON of them.  Seriously, what am I supposed to say?  "Well, I got married, divorced and remarried someone way better. I have no kids, I rent, I've basically done nothing with my life.  How about them Phillies".  That is the conversation I plan to have about 20 times Saturday night.  How do you think that will go?

Really, I just plan on drinking 10 rum and cokes and let the booze do the talking for me.  The reunion is at musikfest in an air conditioned tent on sand island.  That means I can take the bus from my house and me and the wife can both get drunk.

I'll update my 4 LJ friends next week and let you know how it went.  Maybe by then I'll have figured out why I paid $65 per ticket to go to this thing.

I guess I only blog at work.  When I'm at home, I have better things to do, like watch tv or anything at all.  I'm at work now, of course.  I'm training some dimwit who needs to be told to do everything.  This is where the 'common sense isn't so common' comes into play.  I shouldn't complain, at least I'm at work.  We were all just laid off for two weeks.

I spent 5 days of the two weeks helping my mom and step-dad pack for their move. They are moving to Virginia (from Philly area) and they had a shit-ton of stuff to pack and/or get rid of. 1-800-got-junk took two truckloads of stuff.  Not really impressed with them.  They paid alot of money for what the junk people hauled away.  I'll be glad when they're all moved cause they're both pretty much a mess right now between getting everything packed, getting all the utilities turned off or on, and selling one house this week and closing on their new house.  At least I don't have to help move, they paid for movers.

Went to my first ritual in quite some time on Friday.  I actually missed the ritual and got there just in time for food so I guess I planned that pretty well.  I don't like the rituals in the church.  Being indoors ruins it for me and all the bratty kids ruins it even more.  I never feel any energy, I don't know if it's because of those factors or if it's just because I'm not very pagany.  There was a private ritual tonight at dusk, outdoors, near a creek.  I would have liked to be there to see if I feel any energy for that but I had to leave early to go to work :-\  From what I hear, someone's bratty kid showed up anyway and wouldn't quit crying.    I wish people would control their damn kids.  I'm sure everyone says this before they have kids but I'm not going to be that parent that lets their kids run wild and ruin shit for other people.  I don't think I'll have a problem disciplining my kid. Hell, I enjoy seeing toddlers cry...that's a blog for another time.  I already know I'll be playing the role of 'bad cop'.

I got to meet my twitter/lj friend Lea, who thinks she makes the best guacamole.  I'm a little skeptical but I'm certainly willing to try it.

Time to go make my rounds and make sure everyone but me is working.

I'm just SO bad at blogging.  I think I blogged here twice in the last two years.  I spose this is my blog for 2009.  It had better be a good one!  Fat chance.

I read some journal entries from a couple friends and decided maybe I should finally blog.  Mine will not be anywhere near as clever as theirs.  I like to write, I just don't like people to read it.  I don't know if I care what people think or what.  I never care what people think for anything else.  I dunno.

I'm currently at work sitting in my office. I just realized it's super hot in here and not sure why I don't have the AC on.  Ok now it's on.  My main job today, other than supervising ONE employee, is to go out on the floor every 40 minutes and help that one employee change a box.  Takes about 30 seconds.  Whew tough job today. 

It's Friday and I'm looking forward to the weeked, which begins at 1pm for me!  Tonight I'm going to see Clutch. Tomorrow, as part of my Civilian Police Academy, I'm going to their firing range to shoot their guns.  That's going to be awesome!  I know ammo is expensive right now, I hope they don't cheap out on me.  After that I'm going to Amy H's picnic where I'll probably me meeting some facebook people that I've never met in person.  Unfortunately, I won't be able to play wiffle ball this year :(   I injured my knee running on Sunday and it's been hurting ever since.

That's about all for now, cya next year!

Well here I am, blogging again.   I was on another blog site a couple years ago but lost interest and decided to get a myspace (again) instead.

Now I'm at work, sometimes I have a lot of time to think and blog but I can't get to any social networking sites so all those thoughts get wasted!!!!  Perhaps it's best that people don't know what I'm thinking. :-\

It's thursday night (friday morning), I'm 90 minutes away from a long weekend, Labor Day weekend.  This place is SO dead.  We normally run three lines but tonight, we're only running two and one of them just ran out of material for the week.   I both love AND hate these days.  It's nice to have time to myself but these nights do take forever.  Business is so bad right now that we're not running any lines next week and will be doing "5S/Lean" stuff on two of the lines.  I though tonight was long, next week will take forever.  I sure wish business would pick up so my nights will go faster and maybe I can even pick up some overtime!

I'm very much looking forward to the weekend.  I don't really have anything planned but I will be able to sleep at night for the next 9 or 10 days.  I was going to say "like a normal person" but the transition from going nights to days is never a smooth one.  I'm tired when I want to be awake, I'm awake when I want to be sleeping.  I wish I could either stay on days or stay on nights.  Make up my mind!