The Slush and the Trodden

I must tell you that while I was typing this title the power clicked off, and then back on. Maybe it is a sign from God that I need another title.
Or maybe... there are more important events to worry about.
We are under ice.
This morning was beautiful with everything looking sugarcoated, but with the beet juice, salt, and sand, it has all started to melt.
All around me tree limbs are crashing to the ground smashing cars, gutters, and anything else in the way.
It's as if the sugarcoating got sick and now has a cold like half of the people I know. The drippy ice is like the snot that is being propelled into tissue around this infirmary... I mean office.
Don't lose hope, tonight it will all freeze again, like Owensboro is taking an antihistamine.
I have not stopped and I will not. I have been working all day, unlike some who I am totally envying right now.
But it is good.
I get caught up on paper work, wear my boots, and stomp holes in the slush so you can see where I have tread.

Arms/Alms Outstretched

Well, I guess some thanks are in order.
Let me take a moment to say, "Thank You, Big Guy."
I asked for snow last week, and sure enough it came this morning. There was enough of the white stuff to blanket everything in sight. Doesn't everything look a bit more romantic smothered in snow? And please, let me clarify, at first. Not when the city has plowed and the sand, salt, and prune juice have turned it into a filthy mess. It's the moments before anyone does anything about it. When everyone just stops and says, "Okay."
Luckily, most children were out of school thanks to Martin Luther King Jr. and the strides he took for civil rights. Not for me. I'm still working today, kind of.
Let me also be thankful for new beginnings.
For the opportunity to start fresh with talented, like-minded individuals, and enthusiasm for the ability to make things different.
You must start somewhere, and I'm glad to be starting here.
I look for energy and vision in people because that's what I have.
Thank you for that.
Thank you for them.
No longer will I let the "what ifs" disable me;
I'm 27 years old and don't have time to.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Against the Wind

I am a writer.
So, when something happens that's so significantly symbolic, I must speak up.
I am ecstatic to announce that I am writing for Vent Magazine, a proactive magazine geared to inform, entertain, and energize Owensboro.
I conducted a sit-down-and-talk with the President and CEO of Owensboro's Economic Development Corporation, Nicholas Brake, and the head of Vent Magazine, to talk about several topics.
The sit down generated more excitement and enthusiasm over Owensboro's growth, and opportunity, than I have ever experienced. It was electric and I was a super ion.
The man has ideas that are so advanced, yet feasible. I will not go on about them now. You must wait for the Vent Magazine feature...more on that later, for sure!
So, after the interview, the head of Vent, and I left the coffee shop.
The wind was biting yesterday. It was ushering in a cold front from the North that sank our region into the teens that night. Around 2 P.M. the wind arrived. It fiercely blew over the Ohio and into the streets of downtown where our sit down had taken place.
The coffee shop entrance is located in a block of buildings that shields one from the wind. As my friend and I spoke about the future and the magazine, we turned the corner and were blasted by the nor'easter. It was the type of wind that takes your breath away. I remember him saying something like, "God, I can't breathe."
We leaned it and laughed.
Our clothes were stretched back and our voices sounded distance with the wind bursting in our ears.
Here comes the symbolism:
This sit down was for the second issue of the magazine. The magazine, which has become a force that I am willing to do anything for and the boss as well.
So here we are, two guys, going into the unknown together, laughing, having our breath taken away. At times, he would turn his back to breathe while I would face the wind. Then I would turn my back while he would face the wind. We did not stop and won't stop. Even if we are leaning, even if we are fighting, even if we aren't breathing, we will make this happen, together.

Spitting Snow and Schooling Joe

Greetings.
How I wish I was blogging in a winter wonderland, sadly I am not. The sky has been doing nothing but spitting snow all day long and I'm just sick of it. To me, nothing goes better with freezing-your-knickie-knocks-off cold weather than snow. But it just won't blow.
This morning when I went out to my car and the flurries were starting to stick to my windshield I became so excited. Each person that came into the office was asked, "Is it snowing, is it snowing yet?"
No, with every co-worker.
And to think that just yesterday we were talking about the silent snow that falls and blankets the earth. Everything is so still and peaceful.
Instead...just the knickie knocks.
So, what have I done to combat this?
I explained to a co-worker what a blog was and then showed him mine (shameless way to add a reader.)
Joe...meet the Internet. "Hello, have we met?" (In binary code of course.)
There was a bystander, whom was scolded for not reading mine for some time, too. So, this one is for two.
P.S.
Being cooped up in the office all day drowsily awaiting snow has made me super impish. I sassed at least half the people I work with half to death.
So, God, I guess what I'm asking for is to please give me snow so I can stop annoying everyone, and thanks for letting me school Joe.
P.S.S. I have so much more to blog about, especially important changes in my life, but these must wait.
P.S.S.S. The picture is not of me or Joe.

Busting Dawns's Balls

Yes.....today I win, Mr. Rooster.
Today, I beat you.
I was up even before you.
I was up early enough to kick Monday morning in the balls before he knew what happened.
For what seems like an eternity, I have been hitting snooze on Mondays just praying to feel rested. I've come in late, called in sick, and just been a grumpy ass.
But not today.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning on my own volition and said, "Screw it. I might be crazy for doing it, but I'm doing it. I'm getting up."
I arrived to work while it was still dark...ugh, that's not something I could get used to. But let me tell you, the silence was great for morning meditation.
A side note:
I just happened to wake up this morning due to a nightmare I was having about my other job. Does that mean I'm working too much? Does that mean unconscious me is trying to tell conscious me something?
Whatever the case is, I have accomplished quite a bit since I was awakened by a nightmare before the crack of dawn.
The following is a list:
I was able to take my time getting ready. Not once did I say, "Oh, shit!" when I looked at the clock.
I did a load of laundry and even folded it, son!
I paid 3 bills online.
I did one crossword, not completely.
I checked my online statement and balanced my check book, figuratively of course.
And wrote this little blog, all before 8 A.M.!
I just love feeling on top of things and not lazy. I just think that if I can start the week off right then this week won't be so bad. Maybe something great will come my way. Maybe something like the next step in my career and/or direction with education. So much for just getting up!
Alright all you paperboys, newscasters, and farmers, don't get huffy over me bragging about how much I've done before 8. I give you tons of credit for doing it every Monday. Just give me a nod for doing it once.
Yeah, Monday, you're not so bad. And you, Rooster, don't even think about making a peep tomorrow morning; I'm sleeping in!
Ooh, sleep. I think I'll do take a nap.

It's "that word, the word, it," and everything else

"ain't it a shame...how a word can tell you more than words can say-ay-ay-ay?"
It's true, and it's not.
Are you confused yet?
You should be.
Love, being in love, describing love, knowing when and how to say "I love you" is all so hard. Writers have been writing about for as long as anyone can remember, and yet, there is no definitive answer.
Is the perfect time in the embrace of a new year's eve kiss while love is all around you....?
Quite possibly.
My opinion, be it as it may completely individualistic, is yes.
My God, love is a feeling that pours over you like a waterfall. An icy spring shower than comes upon you instantly and will most certainly take your breath away. A shower that happens and it an instant leaves you drenched and speechless. You don't know if your eyes are watering from the rain or emotion. You stop, because at that moment, everything else is secondary. Compare it to the beginning of a nervous breakdown, your brain is saying holdup! But your heart says let go. And you do. You let go because it feels so natural to do.
Then you hear it...I love you, too. So much!
Forever you are linked.
Linked because of the moment you shared.
Yes, writers, I have taken a heartfelt stab at what it feels like. Maybe not for you, but for me and am putting it out there for you to see.
I will be back to blog....sometime...when I'm able to come back down from the clouds.