Baby It's Cold Outside

There's an expression that says "It's colder than a witch's titties out there." It's supposed to mean it's really cold outside... I mean really, really cold outside. I don't have any personal experience with a witch's titties so I can't speak to the validity of the statement, but I will say that if there are any witches out there willing to let me experiement I'd love to hear from you. This is purely in the name of science, of course.

All that aside, it's seriously cold out there. In fact, I don't remember the last time it was this cold for this long. Apparently the last snow we had was four years ago, I remember that year... that was the year we got an unexpected snow storm in April... yeah... fucking April! The snow was so bad and so sudden people were abandoning their cars because they couldn't make it home. My wife and I decided to pick up a few things from the store. On a normal day the travel time to the store would have been about 15 minutes, but on this day it took us over an hour to make that 15 minute drive.

So far this current cold snap isn't as bad. The snow we're getting is the light flurries that happen on and off and don't really amount to much to get excited over. I hear in some areas they have an ice problem, but haven't run into anything like that here. It probably helps it hasn't rained in days, which those of you living in the Pacific Northwest will know is kind of unusual for this time of year.

Tonight I'll go home, sit back with a cup of cocoa, and listen as the local news reporters stand on some random street corner telling us it's cold outside. They'll tell us this every five to ten minutes, in case we might not have gotten the memo.

Way to report the obvious guys.

As for me, I hope to have some hard data on the average temperature of a witch's titties soon. If I do I'll make a full report... for science.

What's the Point

My life is pretty predictable. Get up, go to work, come home, eat dinner, watch a movie, go to bed, get up, go to work... well... you get the idea. Some days I mix it up a by watching television instead of a movie. I know it's crazy but that's just how I roll.

When I hit my 38th birthday last year I started wondering what's the point of it all? Is this really what life was meant to be? A series of days strung together by the mediocrity of every day life? Where are all the things I was supposed to accomplish by the time I turn 40? Home ownership? Nope.... fabulous job in a career I love... not happening... savings? Nice car? Relatively stress free life? Nope, nope, and nope.

I've tried to get around these feelings by taking stock of the things I do have instead of the things I don't. I'm not working my dream job, but I am gainfully and permanently employed in a time when a lot of people are out of work and struggling to find a job. I don't own my home, but I am able to pay rent on a three bedroom house in a nice part of town. My car isn't the nicest on the block, but it runs and isn't a total clunker. I don't have any savings, but no one in my family is starving and let's be honest, who really lives a stress free life?

I guess my point is that as I approach my 39th birthday in two months I find myself taking stock of my life once again. I realize that while I'm not where I'd like to be professionally, I do have a lot going for me. Aside from the things I mentioned earlier, I also have a wife and son who adore me for who I am. I am loved, and that goes a long way. I suppose the rest will come in time, but it's hard to be patient. I've taken the long, hard road to get where I am and I don't know where the future is going for me yet. Life is short and I've spent a lot of mine standing on the sidelines drifting along wherever the currents of fate take me.

Only now do I realize one very important fact... My fate, my destiny is mine alone. If I want something I need to ask for it. If I need something I need to demand it. No one has your best interests in mind, they can't. They're too busy worrying about their own interests. That's just human nature, but the people that care about you, the people who love you will respond when you ask for what you want or demand what you need. But in the end it is all up to you. Your lot in life is yours and yours alone. Sink or swim... it is entirely up to you.

My only regret is I didn't figure this out 20 years ago.

Getting Started

For a number of years I had a blog called "Psychotik Mouse". I eventually abandoned it due to a variety of life changes, lack of time to update, and a general loss of interest. Today I decided to rekindle the blog. I have another "professional" blog but what I don't have is a good place to record my thoughts. I don't do diaries anymore, although I suppose I ought to for those thoughts deemed too private even for the semi-anonymity of the Internet.

I've missed writing just for the sake of writing with no particular point, just writing what I feel and sharing it with the world. I've gotten so caught up in trying to be relevant I've lost the sheer joy of simply writing.

So welcome, I don't promise to always be entertaining, but I hope I will always be thought provoking at the least.