Tonite I walk down to the water
To touch brite stars up in the sky
Cool blue sea my trusting sometimes
I wonder why
What secrets will I find reflecting 
In these miles of endless blue
Some sign to tell me this heart 
Continues beating inside
Why

Wind blows thru night night flows 
Into day this will always be
A wave that we must ride until 
All of us find our own quiet / happy
Endings why why why

Life is born of this same water
Tasted in blood sweat and tears every
Day blind lead the blind thru this 
World of disorder still I cry to
Find a way
I hope to find my soul reflecting in these 
Miles of endless blue some sign to
Tell me why this heart continues 
Beating inside
Why

So we are moving offices this week and I am tired and stressed from worrying about all of the details. Right now I am sitting here waiting for ATT to show up. I do not have a phone number for them and so here I sit. Then I have to go make keys for the office. All the while juggling my regular work duties and much much more.

If there are any issues with this move it is my head on the block especially since our receptionist is leaving.

I think I will sit here for 10 more
Minutes and then take off. This is boring.

5 more hours till I am home with my family.

So nice night on tuesday.  Tim, Paul and I went to dinner at the very exclusive and restricted Mortimer CLub, no wait that was an episode of the Golden Girls.  WE went the chicken pie shop.  All the same to the clam, unless I suppose you were the chicken in the pie.  What a way to go, to be eaten in a pie.  I digest, er digress.

Tim stayed over last night, he keeps accusing me of snuggling with him in the middle of the night.  I’ll never admit to that, people might think I have a heart or feelings.  Nonetheless, he does appear to be a permanent fixture in my life, and I simply adore him.  Paul likes him and thinks it is great having him around.  

Patrick called and we chatted about one of the best movies ever and can you tell that i don’t feel like writing today? lol see you later.

 1.7  2008/07/29 11:58:57 33.957N 117.805W 16.3    5 km ( 3 mi) SSE of Diamond Bar, CA
 1.9  2008/07/29 11:58:33 33.973N 117.739W 14.7    1 km ( 1 mi) WSW of Chino Hills, CA
 1.4  2008/07/29 11:56:36 33.947N 117.778W  9.5    6 km ( 4 mi) WSW of Chino Hills, CA
 2.2  2008/07/29 11:54:12 33.948N 117.791W 14.0    7 km ( 4 mi) SSE of Diamond Bar, CA
 2.2  2008/07/29 11:54:03 33.952N 117.770W 15.5    5 km ( 3 mi) WSW of Chino Hills, CA
 3.8  2008/07/29 11:51:52 33.959N 117.809W 15.3    5 km ( 3 mi) SSE of Diamond Bar, CA
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 3.8  2008/07/29 11:51:29 33.941N 117.790W 16.8    6 km ( 4 mi) N   of Yorba Linda, CA
 2.4  2008/07/29 11:50:34 33.961N 117.766W 14.9    4 km ( 3 mi) WSW of Chino Hills, CA
 2.4  2008/07/29 11:49:45 33.921N 117.807W 15.3    4 km ( 3 mi) NNW of Yorba Linda, CA
 2.7  2008/07/29 11:48:27 33.946N 117.822W 16.4    6 km ( 4 mi) S   of Diamond Bar, CA
 2.8  2008/07/29 11:47:48 33.969N 117.752W 16.1    3 km ( 2 mi) WSW of Chino Hills, CA
 5.8  2008/07/29 11:42:15 33.959N 117.752W 12.3    3 km ( 2 mi) SW  of Chino Hills, CA

It seems that everyone made a small effort to be a little more respectful and listen yesterday.  So in celebration we went on a jog/bike ride and then wait for it… a driving lesson.  The young master did rather well.  I should add that thankfully there were no other cars around and we were in a relatively empty parking lot.  All is well that ends well.  

Tim’s turn today. Good golly.

Back to work, I am on a mission,

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times… So Friday I was so tired I went to bed at 8.  Slept till 7am wow.  I had a well balanced weekend.  Great time with Tim, not such a good time with the kid.  I want a girl.  I have a boy.  Sound balanced?

My goal was to get to his court date.  4 days left. 4 days.  We shall see what the judge does.  keeping him might not even be an option.  I told him this morning that if my rules and how i run my house were not something he could come to accept quickly, that there would be no hard feelings and we would make other arrangements.

Am I cheating him and I out of something. Am I missing something?  How is this affecting my health.  Does guilt really work on me this well?

I am not sure if it is stress or some cancerous growth, but i am sooooo sooooo tired it is 8 pm on a Friday and I am going to bed.  Good night.

Let’s see how well technology works.

For anyone who is reading this I really would LOVe to receive the gift of an Amazon Kindle.  Hint Hint

I just finished reading The Kitchen Gods Wife by Amy Tan.  Forgive my lack of underlining or whatever it is that you are supposed to do when writing down the title of a book.  I slept that day.  So this book is like a magic door, open it and walk through.  That is of course assuming that you are open to being wisked away in that matter and to to pre WW2 China nonetheless.  Fantastic writing, I think it just might be the book that gets me reading again.

I used to read.  Duh.  I mean a lot!  My dad used to send me tons of book while I was away at the camps, I mean military school.  I guess maybe to assuage some level of guilt that he had shipped me off to be raised by someone else.  Sorry my table for Mr. Bitter is ready.  I’ll have the eggs.   So yes, lots of books LA LA LA  something happened and I just sort of stopped reading.  I stayed up rather late Wednesday night finishing Amy Tans fantastic book, and am heading to the bookstore or library with my son so we can each pick out a book.  Poverty schmoverty.  If all else fails I can eat the book.  

On a different topis, tonight is father son video gam he can stay up till midnight drinking soda night.   It is a rather long title for a night where FRIDAY simply would have sufficed, however he got to pick the name.  We are big on theme nights.  ie:  “Indian Food night, lets tell paul the chicken is goat.”  “Temper tantrums look so silly at the brink of turning 16 now please  go take a shower and get to bed.” “PLease stop biting the dog” and everyones favorite “you never let me do anything”  we have that last one a lot in my house, very popular with the children.  

Well I have work to do today, and for the next 50 years.  Wait a f-ing minute!  I might have to work for another 50 years.  That is so unfair, I never get to do anything….

Soda, jeez.  So it is a happy morning here at the flat.   So I made scrambled eggs, not a food you can make when in a bad mood.  They turn out flat.  I am not looking forward to the next 5 weeks really.