Learning

I want to take some sort of class. Does Arizona have a Learning Annex? Is the Learning Annex even real? I always hear about people taking pottery classes or basket weaving or fencing at the learning annex. I think the only problem with me taking fencing is that if they gave me a sword I would become an unstoppable killing machine. I would wander the land slaying all that crossed me until I found an equal who could best me with the sword. Or until someone shot me. whichever happened first...

this is what happens when I have nothing to write about...

Cheer Up!!!!

OK, after reading that last post I got a little depressed so I'm gonna post some pictures to cheer me up!

There is so much raw emotion in this picture.

I really like how the child is reaching out to you.

Here we have two young men sword fighting on a lawn.
In retrospect I really wish I had asked them what they were fighting about.

I am a firm believer that Police officers should carry guitars in staid of guns.


There... Much better!

This is my job...

I have to go in to work two hours early tomorrow because the higher ups want to hold a meeting to discuss a new form we need to fill out. Now I have nothing against the form. It's a good form. I truly believe that this form will be an asset. But there is something extremely unsettling to me about all the preparation and excitement that has gone into this form and the meeting that revolves around it. It's been the talk of the office for about a month. Now I really do love my job. I have a nice sized desk, a large window from which I can see cows and goats, and more filing cabinets than I know what to do with, and I can keep myself relatively entertained while keeping productive. But part of me feels that it's only a matter of time before I become one of those people who gets really excited about forms and meetings. If that ever happens, whoever is reading this has my permission to come over to my house and slap me. Not hard, I don't like being slapped. But just enough to snap me out of it.

By the way, I was reading my employee handbook and there was a section on blogging and what is and isn't appropriate when talking about work. So for all intents an purposes herein, I am a Lion Tamer. All of my stories are about working at the lion taming office.

Introductions

I was on the phone with my sister a while back and I realized something about myself. Because of some as-of-yet undiscovered brain disorder, or simply because my life recently has been so repetitive and boring, it's become harder and harder for me to recall anything noteworthy about my days. So I've decided to keep a blog to organize and keep track of all my thoughts and adventures so that maybe someday I can look back to this time and remember that I didn't just work, eat, and sleep.