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hppyI just wanted to share with myself for future reference the fact that I am quite happy.  It’s Monday and I’m at work and rather than being in a state of perpetual anger I am happy enough to feel good.   I’ve actually been this way for quite some time now and I have a few thoughts that might document the contributing factors.

I’ve been trying a supplement called Chasteberry Fruit or Vitex.  It’s kind of what it sounds like.  It is a plant supposedly used by monks in the old days to help them concentrate on their studies rather than sex.  I found it by searching the net for some relief.  I’ve been taking it for a month so far and I think it is really helping me out.  There’s always the placebo effect to wonder about but in this case I really feel that it is somewhat effective.  It has been a good while since I’ve felt the frustration of not being able to fulfill the human desire for sex.   I like it.  It’s damn awesome!  Happy Pills!

I’m also relatively enjoying my new job.  I’ve been here for a year now this month and I can tell you that it’s far better than my last job that I sat miserably in for 18 years.  Take my advice and get a new job if you hate your old one.  It’s totally worth it.

Possibly due to the Chasteberry, I feel completely satisfied to be alone.  Getting home after a day of work and being able to do nothing and not feel that I should be going somewhere with somebody is wonderful.

Overall.  I feel good.  Duh nu nu nu nu nu nuh.  I knew that I would. Du nu nu nu nu nu nuh.  OW!




Dreamblog – Wasps and Bees


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wspI keep have recurring dreams that involve bees and wasps.  I’m not sure why because I’m not afraid of bees.  I have a good relationship with bees and rescue them from drowning themselves in my swimming pool all the time.

Wasps, on the other hand, I do have a bit of a war with.  I’m not afraid of them so to speak.  I’ve been bitten a number of times and it’s no big deal.  I just make sure to come back and exact my revenge.   I do my best to spray any nest that I find on my property and I don’t save them when they try drowning themselves in my pool.  In fact, I help them do it properly.

And yes, I mean WASPS.  They’re only “Yellow Jackets” if you’re a redneck.

When I was young, I might have been allergic to wasp stings.  When I got stung my mom made a big deal about it even though I don’t remember any special reaction to the sting itself.  I’m guessing that that is where I get the “fear” of them from.  Memories made in childhood can be especially powerful.  There’s also that horrible feeling of the wasp trying to release itself from your skin as it flaps it’s wings against your body as struggles. EWWWWW!

Last night I woke up as I was dreaming a bee was crawling down my back.  I leapt out of bed like a crazyperson.  I also keep seeing wasp nests all over the place and I don’t have any spray.

Read all of my dreams.

Happiness is a good reed


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obrdAny woodwind musician (except a flute player) can appreciate it when the One Reed reveals itself.  It can make all the difference between confidence and thinking you suck.

Last month we started the new year of Community Band rehearsal after the Holiday break.  My old favorite reed bit the dust so I had to buy a new one.

No, I don’t make my own reeds.  Perhaps I should but I just never got into that.  I generally buy an off-the-shelf reed and tweak it to suit my needs.  I decided to buy a Fox Renard reed and OMG it was terrible!  There was nothing I could do to fix it.  Sorry Fox but, bleah!  I bought one before and forgot how much it sucked.  Hard to imagine that there could be that much difference in brands.

Yeah, I’m blaming the reed but I really felt like I had lost my touch and my confidence.  It seemed like I had forgotten how to play the oboe over the holiday break.

I went out a purchased my favorite brand, Jones.   It was terrible at first but after some break-in time and a little tweaking with my knife, it became AWESOME!  Suddenly I feel confident again and look forward to the next rehearsal.

I’m looking forward to trying out the synthetic Légère reeds as soon as they become available. Old fashioned Plastic oboe reeds are a big no-no.  Want to sound like a duck? Get one.  Légère reeds are not regular plastic though.  A girl in the band who bought a Légère reed for her bassoon suddenly became 500% better.  The sound was wonderful and she was able to concentrate on the music instead of fighting with the reed all the time.  Can’t wait to try one on my oboe.

Wooooo!  Happy!


Zika – The virus we’ve been waiting for?


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zkaAccording to the World Health Organization, the Zika Virus is “spreading explosively”.  This virus, commonly transmitted by mosquitos, is known for a brain abnormality called Microcephaly in children.

For many decades we’ve been waiting for the virus that will render the world infertile in order to reduce the extra population.   Although not exactly what we wanted, it has the potential as it spread around the world to make people think twice about having all those children.



Dreamblog – The Cornfield


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crnfldI was driving a semi-truck in a small town not far from the city.  Someone was in the passenger seat.  We were with a group of people.  I followed the vehicle in front of me as he turned left onto a dirt road.  The tiny road ran along the left side of a corn field.  After about half a mile, we turned right and began following a path right through the corn which was brushing against the side of the truck.

As we reached the far side of the field we entered a clearing where we stopped.  There were some small storage sheds where we unpacked our bags.  I had with me about five shirts and one extra pair of underwear so I expected we were staying for five days.  I wondered how the underwear thing was going to work out.

It was warm and I was wearing a tank top and shorts.  A few of the guys were tossing around a Frisbee.   I was delighted when they tossed it to me like I was a regular person.  I caught it and backed up to throw it back.  It went off to the left.  It takes a lot more skill than you would think to toss a Frisbee straight.  They thew it to me a few more times and I got better at it.  There were some large storage racks like you would see in a warehouse that kept getting in the way.

A little later I walked down a path in the corn a little ways and found that there was a corn maze with a bunch of girls running around in it.   I went back to the group of guys I was with and told them about it.  They weren’t interested so I set off toward the maze by myself.

The path became a city street.  I saw someone I knew and asked them how to get to the maze.  They said to just go see Joe.  At the end of the street there were a bunch of people milling about.  There were a couple of cops leaning against something with their caps pulled down over their eyes, napping.  I figured they were paid off and there just for cover.

I joined a line of people who each picked up a black music stand and carried it into a building.  I did the same.  Inside was a guy with a forklift who then carried the stands back outside again.  After we put the music stand down we each picked up a box of books and carried it through a doorway where we stood in a short line.  At the end of the line we put the box down and a woman stood there with an immunization gun attached to a hose.  She immediately gave me a shot in the arm and pushed a pill down my throat like you would give medication to a dog.  It was a combination of amphetamine and marijuana.  We were not allowed to enter the maze without the shot and pill.

I woke up before I got to the maze.  Bummer.

Read more of my dreams.

For Want of Nothing

It’s a nice cool January Friday night.  I’m sitting in front of the fireplace and watching a Harry Potter movie and noticing that I am quite happy.  There is absolutely nothing I desire, meaning I am blessed to have everything I need.  My life is actually quite perfect.

To have no desires is to be free.  I am free.


The Power of Love


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drtydlYou might be expecting me to drivel on about how love changes your life.  Blah blah about how love is a wonderful thing.  Well, I know not of these things.

I’m about to share an observation I’ve made over the many years of my existence.  You have of course heard about how a person who is loved generally lives a longer life than those of us who do without.  I’ve noticed that love is not just an emotion, it is more of a force.  I’ve noticed that inanimate objects that you love will last far longer than a similar object that is not.

A car, for example, will last forever if it is loved.  My car just hit the 100,000 mile mark and still feels and acts like new.  I was recently even amazed when I noticed that the inside of my exhaust pipe is not even black or rusted.  It’s still shiny new metal.  My car has never even been in for any kind of repair.  As long as I don’t smash it I’ll bet it will last another 100K miles.

Take the same year and model car seen in the parking lot that the owner doesn’t love.  It’s looks like crap and probably spends a lot of time in the shop.  There’s something to that.

Toys are also good examples. (Not that cars aren’t toys.)  A loved toy stays in good condition where an unloved toy falls apart.  Computers are good examples too.  Unloved computers end up full of malware and viruses.

There are plenty of examples but all you have to do is look around.  Want to keep your stuff in good condition?  Love it or lose it!


I don’t like going to the movie theater anymore.


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mvsI finally worked up the courage to go out to the theater and watch Star Wars – The Force Awakens.

I intentionally waited a month so that I would not have to endure a crowded theater.  I finally decided on a Tuesday evening after work.

It worked out well since there were only about 7 other people there. I had multiple choices.  3-D (Hell no!) , regular move or the version with the fancy sound.  The price was the same so I chose fancy sound.  Unfortunately I forgot my earplugs.  The volume was so loud I think there was blood coming out of my ears.  It really sucked so I went to the restroom and got some toilet paper to ball up and shove into my ear canals.  Glory!  I was able to enjoy the movie without having to keep my fingers in my ears the whole time.

A quality, powerful sound system is important but it doesn’t have to be set on kill.  Note to self, keep earplugs in your car if you ever go to another movie.

I don’t plan on going to the theater anymore.  I would have much preferred to pay the same price to watch it at home than to have to endure the unpleasantness.  I’m telling you now that it has to be a damn important movie to make me go to a theater ever again.

I once had a dream that I had a remote control and was able to control the movie from my seat.  It was awesome until they found me and threw me out.

All I’m asking is that people think.  Perhaps setting the volume to 15 is to loud.

Dreamblog – Bootcamp


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btcmpMy dreams never cease to amaze me.

It was my first day in a military boot camp. I got off the bus and we were sorted into our groups. Somehow I and an old friend from elementary school, Duwayne, were select to join the women’s barraks. We were told it was because we were short. Duwayne was short but I’m over 6′ so it didn’t make sense. I think it was because we were computer geeks and they didn’t think we were capable of the strenuous workout ahead. They might be right. I was kind of glad for that but expected to be severely harassed by the guys.

As we were unpacking some of the guys came over and showed me a wireless router they had smuggled in inside of a larger Cisco router and needed help with it. That made no sense either but I was glad they were asking for help and were not me up.

It was lunchtime so we paraded across the grounds. For some reason I was driving a golf cart. I parked it next to the sergeant’s car. It was crooked in the slot so I picked up the back and moved it over to make it parallel. One of the women reached down and started the engine again. It didn’t make any sense why she would do that.

We walked through the kitchen and saw on the floor, half a cricket and a dead frog laying on it’s back with a missing leg. The girls freaked out but I was betting it was a joke to make us think that the food was composed of crickets and frogs.

Read more of my dreams.

Google search falling behind?


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gglI don’t know about you, but I am having an increasingly difficult time finding the answers I am searching for on Google.  I’m not sure what is going on.

Lately I find that doing the same search on Yahoo turns up actual answers that just don’t appear in Google.

Is Google losing touch with it’s basic function?  Maybe it’s time to move on.



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