Carrying the Weight of a Busted Knee

So like most of you out there, I wake up in the morning feeling more sore and stiff every day.  You're too young to wake up sore, you say.  Well how old do you think I really am?  I am in my early 30's but I have used and abused my body far more than I should have over the years.

Growing up overweight, indulging in cheese burgers, fries, chinese buffets and pizza damn near every day. Skateboarding, rollerblading (I know it is really called in-line skating, but in the 90's it was all called rollerblading.  No one cared that Rollerblade was the name of a company.), BMX and mountain biking, all take a huge toll on your body.  But more than the physical abuse I put my body through, I add a lot of mental abuse on there.  And that's what this is really about.

I have known for a long time, as far back as I can remember actually, that I have a short fuse and I hold a grudge for a long, long, long time.  Sometimes I just can't help it.  At the urging of friends I have given people second chances.  some thirds, fourths and fifths. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it does not.  An example of it not working out just happened and that's when this.. epiphany? Accrued.  

I was looking through my Facebook page on lunch and I had some friends suggestions   I never really delve into them, but today I for some reason began looking.  I saw a face, a face I know very well.  A face I have known for almost 20 years now.  Me and this face use to be very good friends.  Inseparable at times.  But as  we get older we grow, as people do.

Personalities grow, and some can adapt.  We did this for years.  At some point something changed.  Somewhere along the lines of moving away to college things went awry.  Looking back, I can't pinpoint the reason, and I am sure it was something small and now insignificant that set things in motion.  I know the reasons over the years it always fell back apart.  And I know the main reason now, I can't seem to make a friendship again.

But all of this is backstory.  And one thing I learned from watching The Walking Dead, is most people don't like backstory   You all want the action, not the Why.  See I really like the Why.

I love to know why something happened, how a certain conclusion was made, the reason a story or song was written.  I enjoy the history.  But I am not blind to the fact most people do not car.  So as I said that, I gave you more background on myself.  See. I tricked you!  But that is one more thing to know about me, I am sly like a fox.

Back on topic!  I wake up with increasing aches and pains everyday.  Recently me knee has really been bothering me.  It is probably due to the face that I am out of shape and trying to get back into shape.  In doing so I am putting at least 7 miles a day running on my knee.

In addition to the running, I think it is all the grudges, anger and all the crap I carry around inside that is making me feel like shit.  Is there a magic happy pill?  Of course not!  Booze (I do not use drugs.  I just never got into them if you care to learn more backstory) just amplifies feelings.  But damn it tastes good.

So I am in need of not only a change in scenery, but a change in lifestyle.  I need to get this shit out of my body so I stop feeling like an 90-year-old man.

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Well some of it.  There is one person I will never forgive, and that is some real hate I'll tell you.  That's a burning anger that never dies down, and not one that holds me back.

But the rest of that shit, I need to wipe away and get a clean slate.  Hell I'll do damn near anything to get my knee to stop hurting!

That is all, carry on.

Another Day...

... Another dollar earned. Or spent. Really depends on what you or I are up to on this fine snowy day. So far I have managed to not spend and monies, but I am sure in someway I am spending money as I sit here and type. Money always goes out the window, so I suppose I don't have to be actively purchasing, or paying a bill to be spending money. But so it life.

On to business! What is the business for today you ask. Well I have no clue. I didn't have a plan coming into this, so I figured I would just wing it. I do know I would really like to begin reviewing products again. But I suppose that goes back to the graph above. Unless you fine folks out there would like me to review something for you. In which case, send in on over my way for free!

Where to send it you ask. The Meepers care of NEPA! They know me around here....I'm kind of a big deal.



I suppose that is all I have now.

That is all, carry on.

Hmm. The Days Tick By...

So these days seem to tick by quite quickly anymore.  I use to feel like the days dragged and I wanted them to be over.  Now they seem to be gone and the alarm is waking me up for the next day.  I set up weekend projects, or trips.  They help to slow things down some.

Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic of the days gone by.  Maybe I'm just depressed.  Feeling more like the latter, but that is not what this blog is about!  Chin up boy, cherio and all that happy horse shit.

I have been listening to a lot of UK bands and feeling the urge to play/write new music.  Most would probably tell me to give it up kid, you're not cut out to be a musician.  But I sir am not a musician.  I'm just some guy who finds beauty in instruments  loves to collect them, and am a novice at playing them.  I am far from a musician.

In addition to this revitalized musical sense I am feeling, I am desparate need for a change.  Now I know what you are thinking, only been married a year and already looking to get out.  That is not the type of change I mean at all.  I am happily married and plan to keep it that way.  Also very happy with my twill, and do not want to be without him.

I am talking about a move, or some real travel.  I have always wanted to go to the UK, Italy, Germany and Japan.  I keep seeing Brighton everywhere these days.  Seems like as good a place as any to start.  Only problem with the UK is a lot of BSL, and that pisses me off.  But good thing I have an American Bulldog, right....hint, hint, wink, wink.

Back to traveling.  I have been all over the States, touched into Canada for a bit, dipped down into Mexico a time or two, and splashed in the Caribbean a few times.  But non of that is real travel.  I really need to experience more of the world.  Not just Main Street America, or the Americanized tropic, so I feel at home.  I don't want to feel at home.  I want things to be different.  The only things I want the same are my wife and my dog.  Too many years in this bubble, some breathing room and fresh air will do me good.

Speaking of fresh air, I am still trying to make this family a new home in PDX.  I need to try harder, as my mood slipped so did my drive.  I need to make my mood become my drive for change.  So PDX, hear this.  We will be living there SOON!  Be ready, and start learning how to make some good wings!  That's the only thing I don't like about the western side of our Great Country.  No One knows how to make a real chicken wing!  Looks like my Right Coast Food Cart will do just fine out there.

There is also Philly, close to home, but a whole different world.  And my favorite city on the East Coast and second favorite city in the country.  Plenty of good drink, parks, things to do. Not far from the beach in the summer months (though it is in NJ, and we all know my feelings about Jersey).

I think I am getting off track.  I am about to go off on a tangent about how much I dislike Jersey.  So we will move on, back to traveling.  I would love to grab a few backpacks  a travel guitar and the wife, dog and I can be off.  Hop a train when we need to and see the world.  There is so much of it out there, too much to stay nestled in this little corner of Anywhere America.

That is all, carry on.