A Higher State of Timekeeping

"time is on my side..."

Somehow, I think the Rolling Stones lied when they wrote the lyrics to this song. Really, I prefer Bob Dylans' words..."He not busy being born, is busy dying". O' how these words ring so true that it hurts. Does anyone really understand "What's Goin' On?" Because, if you do, Please, Oh please, clue me in. My life just seems to be spinning in an endless circle...round and round...where is the door outta here? Don't get me wrong, I have a great wife and kids; not to mention an awesome family & friends. It's just that I feel like I'm marking time. Once, just once, in my life I'd like for something to go really right (job-wise). It looks like my overseas deployment won't happen...New York, again. Oh well...

On a very much brighter note...Chelsea FC won again (1-0 v. Wigan). Go Blue!!! Still top o' the league!!!

Until next time...Put your feet in your mouth & keep reaching for your hands.

Dancing on the escalator of life

Do you ever get that feeling that life is just an endless series of steps not really leading anywhere? I mean if you take one step forward somehow you end up at least two steps behind. This is how I feel on a daily basis dealing with New York. I don't even live there anymore (and haven't for quite some time now) and, still, they seem to be able to control certain things in my life. It just makes me want to scream loudly from the top of my lungs (or the bottom; it depends on your point of view, I guess). Two thirds of the way through August, and I'm still in limbo regarding my overseas deployment.

On a much happier note...the Blues won!!! Chelsea FC is on top of the premiership. I know, it's only the very beginning to the season, but they won that first match against Portsmouth in a dominating fashion! Blue is the color, fottball is the game...

As always, I'll keep you posted.

Ciao!

Sedation

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do
Nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated

When life starts beating the living shit out of you, listen to the Ramones. They sang about teen angst in the 70s' but it is still appropriate today. Somehow, believe it or not, listening to them always seems to sooth me, help take the edge off, so to speak.

It really gets me how cynical the beaurocrats (local on up) have become in this country. They don't actually want to use thier brains for anything other than reading a reply to whatever question you might have from a pre-written script of negative musings. You take time out of your schedule to try and talk with someone in an office somwhere who can make a decision in your favor. Only to find out that, lo and behold, you have to speak with someone in another office. So, you call them on the phone and they tell you that you can't speak to anyone in this office. You have to call back to the first office. Round and round it goes. See, they do this in order to get you to give up trying. And believe me, most give up trying.

I actually have one person who is willing to try and help me. My elected offical (federal level) has a woman in his office who is actually HELPING me! My hats' off to her for giving it the 'ol college try. I don't care if it's an election year or not. Just by talking with me and trying to get something done for one of his constituents gets my vote. Every single time.

So, I sit here, waiting patiently for her to get the big machine in motion, and moving toward a favorable solution to my problem. Once again, I'll keep you posted as this saga develops...