Welcome to your addiction

Once

I prayed for wisdom,
God said "Wait," and taught me patience.

I prayed for wisdom when I had grown a little older,
God said "Wait," and helped me through school.

I prayed for wisdom once,
God said "Wait," and opened my eyes to the world around me.

I prayed for wisdom,
God said "Wait," and revealed the joy of music.

Again I prayed for wisdom,
God said "Wait," and gave me friends.

As I grew older,
I prayed for wisdom many times,
and each time, God said "Wait,"
and gave me first one job, then another,
followed by many others.

Then one night as I was praying,
God asked me,
"Would you like some more wisdom tonight?"

He's a sneaky dude sometimes.

the chase

To the uninspired, the muse becomes
as elusive as the wounded hart,
revealing itself only at inopportune times,
leaving behind just enough of itself
to encourage the chase.

She is the last fleeting dream
before awakening to a grey dawn,
tantalizing the memory by standing
firmly just beyond thought's grasp and
wisping away just before an outstretched
finger of remembrance can touch it.

The uninspired chase the muse as
the Inspector chases the dragon while
searching for what they perceive to be
the means to a common end;
for one, creation;
the other, destruction;
for both, fulfillment.
Completion.
A mediocre finale to a
misbehaved childhood,
mischievous adolescence
and misspent adult life.

The chase claims many,
too many of the good and potentially great,
not enough of the rest.
It wreaks havoc,
wrecks minds,
tortures souls,
disfigures character,
and sometimes,
sometimes,
destroys -
completely, utterly -

destroys.

Bored? Me too

Words I've heard over the past week[ish]:

Hey, it's ain't like he's dead.

That's gonna leave an awesome scar.

You can kiss my left nut.

I aim to misbehave.

How many stitches??!?

Marriage is an institution... AND you have to be committed to it. If that doesn't sounds like a nuthouse to you, you should be in one.

Where would I be without Post-It notes?

Don't sweat petty things and don't pet sweaty things.

Disappointment just means your standards are too high.

I'm bored and uncreative right now... get over it.

Hey! You get pregnant! Look too long!

Thoughts abound

I've been doing a lot of thinking recently, mostly about fame vs the relative obscurity I currently live in. I'll do a post about it a little later. Right now, I wanna vent about the recent bad luck that's happened to me.

Incident 1:

I took a week off work to be a counselor at my old camp. It's always been fun, and this year was no different. But in the course of the week, I managed to pinch a nerve in my neck. How? I dunno... maybe throwing the kids into the lake for 2 hours a day, every day... but that's speculation. So I was off work for another 2 weeks after camp trying to rehab my shoulders and getting my neck cracked.

Finally worked, and my first day back at work (today)....

Incident 2:

I was pounding rebar, when the sledge hit with the edge and slipped off the bar, slicing my finger rather deeply (6 stitches deeply, actually). So now I'm off work again.

I'm not happy.



in the midst of all this, there is the added stress of finding work for the fall so that I can afford to move back to Edmonton, finding a place to stay in Edmonton until I can move into my friend's house, and family issues that I'll never discuss in this space.

typing with a splinted finger sucks.

did you know...? One year ago, I almost took off my hand with a chainsaw.

True story.

Wish it wasn't.