Tangled in a World Wide Web

I'm Moving On RASCAL FLATTS I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons Finally content with a past I regret I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness For once I'm at peace with myself I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long I'm movin' on I've lived in this place and I know all the faces Each one is different but they're always the same They mean me no harm but it's time that I face it They'll never allow me to change But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong I'm movin' on I'm movin' on At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone There comes a time in everyone's life When all you can see are the years passing by And I have made up my mind that those days are gone I sold what I could and packed what I couldn't Stopped to fill up on my way out of town I've loved like I...

It is rare that words fail me. Seldom am I speechless. Often, when I cannot find my own words, I find that someone has already penned my every thought, my deepest feelings, my darkest fears and my greatest triumphs. For every situation in life, there is a song, a lyric that fits. Better than Hallmark, I can always say what I want with the words of some poet. I'm rambling on so, of course, I don't have the words to express myself today. I've been feeling anxious and grumpy and discontent overall lately. Sometimes, when you think you're at the end of your rope and just barely hanging on, someone unties the other end. If you read this and it makes no sense to you, it's OK, it wasn't really meant for you. There are maybe 2 or 3 people who will understand a majority of this post. Some people may identify with something in here on a personal level, unrelated to my own struggles. That is the power of a good lyric or poem I think. For those few who know... Hey God - Tel...

Well, it's August in the South... On a good day, it's 96º with only 70% humidity. Most days, though, it's more like 101º+ with 80% or better. Either way it's hot enough to make the devil sweat. It's been a while since I've written. It seems I only write when I'm down, frustrated, or mad. Not that I haven't been all of those things a few times since I wrote last but, sometimes I just drink instead. This is one of those times that I dread each year... It is the month of Woulda... The 6th woulda been my grandfather's birthday - this year he woulda been 89. The 8th woulda been my 23rd anniversary. The 24th marks 6 years since I went back to school after 18 years. I guess if I woulda done better in high school, it wouldn't have taken so long. I guess if I woulda gone to a better college, I woulda had better job by now. Speaking of the job, this month also marks my anniversary on the job. The pay is not bad for a puppet but I just never was the puppet ...

It's been a while since I've posted on here. It's funny, I think fairly often during the course of a week, "Wow, this would make a good blog" or "I should blog about that" . Inevitably, life takes its toll and time slips away and my procrastination chalks another mark in the win column. It seems the only time I actually do stop to write here, is when something makes me mad or I'm feeling a bit bluesy. This week has been like that. Actually, I've had a couple of rough weeks. At the beginning of last week, I had a problem with my brakes on the truck, so I parked it until I could get it in the shop and decided to drive the old green beast that inexplicably keeps on ticking, barely. I drive to work and I even drive it to Burger King for lunch, but when it's time to finally go home about ten hours after I got there, I get in and the tire is flat. Not low, not slack, the tire is completely devoid of air. I call a friend to come get me and take me h...