What the hell? Where has everyone been? I've been sitting here, with all sorts of clever things to say, but no one was here to listen so they've all disappeared into the ether that is the interwebs.
Ok, ok, you caught me...my lazy ass has been notably absent from the blog world for quite some time. (57 days or so, actually, and probably not as notably as I'd like to think.) Anyway, if you're still with me enough to be reading this, you've probably one of the people who's simultaneously reading the Remix, in which case you know most of what's gone on with me in the past two months...but I'll recap anyway.
Remix moved in, and she's wonderful. The new condo is coming along nicely, though improvements have momentarily been suspended on account of funding issues. The cats like the new place, as much as cats have opinions about this sort of thing. Work is busy, but still fun and interesting. We're eating well here, both the Remix and I enjoy cooking, so there's something delicious to be eaten on almost a nightly basis, plus more than occasional cakes. (Both the Remix and I also enjoy cake.) I quit smoking, hoping to take advantage of the climate change to break the habit.
I'm enjoying the hell out of living with this girl. She makes me laugh, she's great company, and she seems to enjoy the hell out of it right back. She's full of ideas for decorating this place, but still interested in making it our place, not just hers, and she's making it fun for me. She's watching movies from my eclectic Netflix list, and I'm picking up new music from her list. My Tivo is recording reality TV right along with Heroes and UFC fights. Our books live on the same shelves, reenergizing our individual libraries by adding a whole new list of someone else's favorites. Most importantly, though, it feels like home. For both of us, I think. Hell, I know.
Yeah, you're happy for us, I get it. If I were you, I'd be sick of reading this already too. I don't know what else to say, though. We're living together, we're happy, and damn it, it works. We've both seen enough bad relationships lately to know how lucky we are--we could be trying to sell the place less than three months after we bought it. It happens, you know. I know a guy.
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5.11.2007
2.10.2007
Fallout
This post will not be about the problems some mutual friends of the Remix and I are having. The details are unimportant, the people invoved have never been of interest here before, so it seems unfair to start writing about them now, and the situation isn't nearly sordid or unique enough for y'all to be interested anyway.
No, what's interesting to me here (and notice how smoothly I pick up after disappearing for a month, with no excuse for my absence other than laziness) is the ripple effect this whole thing has had on my relationship with the Remix--which is still going swimmingly, by the way. The problem with the disintegration of our friends' relationship is that it lends itself to talking about problems. The way it'll effect our relationship with those friends individually, who's at fault, what we'll do if they work it out, now that we've effectively chosen sides, the usual things. We end up in heated conversations about why so and so should do such and such, and when we disagree, it seems to become far more important than it really ought to be.
I've discovered, to my great chagrin, that this particular effect is my fault. I'm not good at gray area, you see. I am opinionated, all the time, about everything. My flaw is that even when I agree with you, I still have a way of making people feel like I'm telling them they're wrong. I don't mean to. I get so passionate about what I think, that it sounds like I must think anyone who doesn't agree is an idiot. I don't really know how to fix it, exactly. I like that I'm passionate, and I think most of the people who like me do too. I had to apologize to the Remix today, though, because I made her feel acutely unappreciated just by being me.
We've been talking a lot, lately, about the whole "That's just me being me" idea, mostly because of our friends and their catastrophic relationship. We agree that "DJ being DJ" is an acceptable excuse for baskets of clean laundry laying out on the floor for days at a time, but maybe not so much for making people feel unimportant. So it's no excuse anymore. I'll make an effort to be better, and the Remix will keep reminding me when I'm not.
Except, of course, while blogging. It wouldn't do to have my audience, if there's any left, thinking that I suddenly no longer know everything, would it?
No, what's interesting to me here (and notice how smoothly I pick up after disappearing for a month, with no excuse for my absence other than laziness) is the ripple effect this whole thing has had on my relationship with the Remix--which is still going swimmingly, by the way. The problem with the disintegration of our friends' relationship is that it lends itself to talking about problems. The way it'll effect our relationship with those friends individually, who's at fault, what we'll do if they work it out, now that we've effectively chosen sides, the usual things. We end up in heated conversations about why so and so should do such and such, and when we disagree, it seems to become far more important than it really ought to be.
I've discovered, to my great chagrin, that this particular effect is my fault. I'm not good at gray area, you see. I am opinionated, all the time, about everything. My flaw is that even when I agree with you, I still have a way of making people feel like I'm telling them they're wrong. I don't mean to. I get so passionate about what I think, that it sounds like I must think anyone who doesn't agree is an idiot. I don't really know how to fix it, exactly. I like that I'm passionate, and I think most of the people who like me do too. I had to apologize to the Remix today, though, because I made her feel acutely unappreciated just by being me.
We've been talking a lot, lately, about the whole "That's just me being me" idea, mostly because of our friends and their catastrophic relationship. We agree that "DJ being DJ" is an acceptable excuse for baskets of clean laundry laying out on the floor for days at a time, but maybe not so much for making people feel unimportant. So it's no excuse anymore. I'll make an effort to be better, and the Remix will keep reminding me when I'm not.
Except, of course, while blogging. It wouldn't do to have my audience, if there's any left, thinking that I suddenly no longer know everything, would it?
12.07.2006
Last Minute Magic
I've grown up to be a fairly responsible adult. Granted, my standards for this are low--paying my cable bill on time, remembering my dad's birthday, doing my laundry before I'm down to one pair of clean boxers, and a million other things you probably take for granted.
Time management is still an issue though. Not when it really counts, mind you. When I'm at work, I can get more done in half a day than some of my coworkers do in two. Getting to work on time, on the other hand, not so much.
My problem isn't a lack of time to get stuff done. Not by a long shot. Say I have to be at work at eight, like this morning. I was up at six-thirty, out of the shower and dressed by five to seven. If I leave my house at seven, I'm at work in forty minutes. Due to the vagaries of suburban traffic, if I leave my house at ten after, I'm at work at five after eight. So what do I do this morning? I put my jacket on, get my shit together to leave...and sit down at my computer, reading blogs and sports news I could easily get at my desk, until seven-fifteen. I'm a moron.
I have a similar problem Christmas shopping. I had plenty of time to get it all done, just like the rest of y'all. I got the remix taken care of early, because I knew exactly what to get and where to get it, and because she's the one I'm most excited to give a gift to. The rest of my gifts, though? I feel like I still have time. I do, sort of. But then again...my family is exchanging gifts next Sunday. Between now and then, I have two Christmas parties, my brother's graduation party, a trip to St. Louis for a Bears game, a Holiday reception for a work event, and probably at least one more after-hours work event. So how many shopping day do I have left? One. Next Wednesday or Thursday, whichever I have free. And here I sit bitching to the internet about how little time I have left to go shopping. Awesome.
Time management is still an issue though. Not when it really counts, mind you. When I'm at work, I can get more done in half a day than some of my coworkers do in two. Getting to work on time, on the other hand, not so much.
My problem isn't a lack of time to get stuff done. Not by a long shot. Say I have to be at work at eight, like this morning. I was up at six-thirty, out of the shower and dressed by five to seven. If I leave my house at seven, I'm at work in forty minutes. Due to the vagaries of suburban traffic, if I leave my house at ten after, I'm at work at five after eight. So what do I do this morning? I put my jacket on, get my shit together to leave...and sit down at my computer, reading blogs and sports news I could easily get at my desk, until seven-fifteen. I'm a moron.
I have a similar problem Christmas shopping. I had plenty of time to get it all done, just like the rest of y'all. I got the remix taken care of early, because I knew exactly what to get and where to get it, and because she's the one I'm most excited to give a gift to. The rest of my gifts, though? I feel like I still have time. I do, sort of. But then again...my family is exchanging gifts next Sunday. Between now and then, I have two Christmas parties, my brother's graduation party, a trip to St. Louis for a Bears game, a Holiday reception for a work event, and probably at least one more after-hours work event. So how many shopping day do I have left? One. Next Wednesday or Thursday, whichever I have free. And here I sit bitching to the internet about how little time I have left to go shopping. Awesome.
10.09.2006
Random thoughts
Some things I'm pretty sure I think:
- I think 90% of the time I offend someone, I had no idea it was going to be offensive.
- I think 10% of the time, I'm just being a dickhead.
- I think one of the biggest reasons I love the Remix is the way her face lights up when she's excited about something.
- I think there's not enough time in a Sunday for all the football I need to watch.
- I think Mondays should be outlawed.
- I think that apologies are better when they're least expected.
- I think that apologies are worst when they're most necessary.
- I think, more than anything, that my worst habit by far is constantly qualifying things I have to say--for examples, see "Some things I'm pretty sure I think."
I don't mean to be overprotective, and I don't mean to be undersensitive. They come from the same place, most times, that warm and cozy spot in my brain where the whole world still revolves around DJ. And I know, for certain, that I can't afford to stay in that spot too long, or the world really will revolve around me, if only for lack of any other options. I made a mistake today, a small one, but one that only happened because of a dreadful lack of circumspection. And I'm sorry.
10.04.2006
I'm a posting machine, watch me get down...
Ok, last one for the day, then I'm going to have an apple and watch some TV. I upgraded to beta, now I have labels. A quick explanation thereof:
Remix: Duh, usually has something to do with
The Good Stuff: Sunshine and rainbows, all the happy posts, the antithesis to
The Bad Stuff: Doom and gloom, all the "God, am I an asshole!" posts, happens to coincide closely with
Divorce: Stuff about the ex-wife, and not the same as
Marriage: which is a much more general category, thoughts on marriage and such things. Tends to lead to
Family: Mom, dad, the little brother, and all the speed addicted aunts anyone could want, fortunately I'm distracted by
Work: a rare one, unless I'm talking about
The Best Friend: who also only occasionally occurs, but there's a lot more under
Rambling: all the random, "Hey, look what I thought of" posts, except the ones that apply to
Politics: which I figure I'm bound to write about too often to keep it from being it's own category.
Oh, and there's meta-blogging, which is exactly this kind of thing...blogging about blogging.
So there you go, peruse at your leisure, and hopefully enjoy. Oh, and if someone can tell me how to make these bold things into links instead, I'm all for it?
Remix: Duh, usually has something to do with
The Good Stuff: Sunshine and rainbows, all the happy posts, the antithesis to
The Bad Stuff: Doom and gloom, all the "God, am I an asshole!" posts, happens to coincide closely with
Divorce: Stuff about the ex-wife, and not the same as
Marriage: which is a much more general category, thoughts on marriage and such things. Tends to lead to
Family: Mom, dad, the little brother, and all the speed addicted aunts anyone could want, fortunately I'm distracted by
Work: a rare one, unless I'm talking about
The Best Friend: who also only occasionally occurs, but there's a lot more under
Rambling: all the random, "Hey, look what I thought of" posts, except the ones that apply to
Politics: which I figure I'm bound to write about too often to keep it from being it's own category.
Oh, and there's meta-blogging, which is exactly this kind of thing...blogging about blogging.
So there you go, peruse at your leisure, and hopefully enjoy. Oh, and if someone can tell me how to make these bold things into links instead, I'm all for it?
Borrowed Time
No, really, I have my own readers. Seriously, they live in Canada and we met at summer camp, you'll probably never meet any of them...
So the Remix decided to flip me some of her traffic. Much appreciated, sweetheart, and thank you. Hopefully this is mildly interesting for y'all, if for no other reason than the unintentional counterpoint to her superior work. (To be fair, she has way more practice, and I think I'm doing fairly well under the circumstances.)
Anyway, welcome to all the newcomers, from Albuquerque to Miami (Miami, Oklahoma, but whatever.) Feel free to leave a comment, and visit often, I'll try to step up the updates and I'm interested to read some of the blogs out there that the Remix swears by.
More later, I'm at work and badly misbehaving. Quick, everyone, hush and look busy!
So the Remix decided to flip me some of her traffic. Much appreciated, sweetheart, and thank you. Hopefully this is mildly interesting for y'all, if for no other reason than the unintentional counterpoint to her superior work. (To be fair, she has way more practice, and I think I'm doing fairly well under the circumstances.)
Anyway, welcome to all the newcomers, from Albuquerque to Miami (Miami, Oklahoma, but whatever.) Feel free to leave a comment, and visit often, I'll try to step up the updates and I'm interested to read some of the blogs out there that the Remix swears by.
More later, I'm at work and badly misbehaving. Quick, everyone, hush and look busy!
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