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So…

            I am sitting here and it has been days since I have posted anything. I had a serious adventure getting here. I sat in the same dirty clothes for days. I slept in dirty hotel rooms. I made it from Florida to Tucson to Portland, and it only took me three months to feel ridiculous joy again.

            I feel I could show a bunch of silly picture from along the way. I could regale you with tales of the ups and downs of every step along the way or I could just tell you what I figured out.

            One simple thing…

            One idea that hardship and good friends have taught me along the way…

            Don’t stand for misery. Stand up and walk out the door. Adventure and uncertainty are the best feelings in this world.

            The simple thought that keeps me waking up every morning and smiling from ear to ear is decidedly simple. It is simple and I like it.

            “I don’t know.”

            Take from it what you will. I give that sentence everything I have everyday and it gives to me plentiful joy.

All day I have been struggling with what I should write about today. My mind is fluttering in a million directions at once but mostly in the direction of Portland, Oregon. Not that I really have a lot to do... or a lot to pack. My life has been wonderfully simplified since moving to Tucson, I just don't have the concentration to sit and right about stuff.
So I am going to throw a few things at you... to make up for missing another Sunday roundup.
In addition to that I would love for you guys to throw a few more ideas at me concerning what you would like to see written about here, after I sum up the trip for you of course.

Hope to hear from you... and next time I post I will be in Portland... hell yea!!!

... and to my folks in Tucson... the one's I got to know, and got to like, you will be missed and with all this free time not working and not writing ... call me and lets go get a fucking drink.

and remember I need lots of comments here kids... so get to it!!!

I am quite serious about this.
Everyone that I talked today was grumpy about something. Old friends were grumpy, new friends were grumpy... even my Mother who is decidedly a happy go lucky kind of person were all grumpy. And no I am not going to put in a clip from Office Space here and force you to watch that "case of the mondays" bit. Google it yourself if you want to watch it.
I was okay with people being grumpy, I have no problem being your wailing wall when you want to vent, I will cheer you up with dances that accent my amazing pelvic moves and then we will be good. You will be good because you are not grumpy and I will be good because I don't need to deal with your grumpy ass.
I was very tolerant of everyone and their individual grumpiness all day.
until...
this was said,"how about, how being to nice and laid back gets ya nowhere!!!!"
This is something I strongly disagree with... I can't stress how much I disagree with what my dear friend said. I live my life very much in accordance to being nice, and being laid back. Recently a huge payback has been made in the form of kindness and friendship. I am not some goofy ass hippy but if you don't treat the world right, you will not be treated right. If you let every little thing get under your skin and don't at least occasionally behave in a "laid back" fashion you will most assuredly have miserable days.
My father said (constantly) throughout my childhood, "Work hard, be good, have fun." I don't think it can be any more simple than that. Cheer the fuck up everyone! You have a life which means that you live... so fucking live already and quit all this moping around. It is very annoying.

and if that did not help you.
try and look at this picture of me and not get a smile on your face.
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or I am going to send this chick after you...
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It's all video roundup this weekend kids... hung out with Megan yesterday so the pups could play and well we went you tube crazy. So here is your roundup. Enjoy.

Well in yesterdays post I fairly subtly asked for some suggestions on what to write about today.I received one suggestion, which is pretty much on par for when I ask something like that. Not that I blame anyone who reads here, if you are like me you probably spend more time looking at your own page and maybe once a week go out and explore the other writers out there. So can't say I blame anyone, for their lack of involvement in the making of this post.
But...this woman here did write something.

She said, "SInce I've been married (happily) and out of the loop for most of my adult life I am curious to know what a hip single guy looks for in a woman these days?"
Now while I might not agree with the "hip" thing, I most certainly am single... and I like this question because it offered me a chance to look at my past and the women I have dated in search of a pattern. Spending the last 24 hours thinking about the women who have crossed my path over the years has brought up a whole lot of nothing. There is no pattern. No pattern in body types,no pattern in hair color, no pattern in employment ( although there has been a number of nurses ). I was immediately left with nothing to write about. I was compelled to realize that I don't look for anything in a woman, nothing particular anyway.
I suppose I have ideals in my head on everything from breast size to general attitude on life and if I was to construct my actual it would end up like Weird Science and a host of comic events would ensue, but in the end I would learn a valuable lesson and have gotten to drive around in a Lamborghini, so maybe ...
As I sit here now sipping on my coffee thinking about this, I think all that I really want out of a woman is ease. I have been in far too many situations where there is a factor that makes things difficult for me to survive the relationship. I have been with people who just plain are not satisfied with their own life, I have been involved with a woman where it was as simple as not letting her know that I did indeed like her and that she was in my mind more than a "fuck buddy". I suppose if I were to actually answer Renee's question I would say this: I will know her when I see her. She will be worth every minute, month and year that whatever cosmic force has made me wait for her. She will be confident, strong, understanding of my career and gorgeous in every possible way.
... or maybe I am setting my standards too high...

Skipping a day at the ole' Vox blog and doing the King Ellipsis rambling thing, is a sure fire sign that I have stuff going on. If you know me well enough you know that it usually a woman distracting me, it is not this time. I am just off in a little universe of my own getting ready for the move. I'm not necessarily packing or accomplishing things, I am more getting mentally prepared. My head is in Oregon while my body suffers the heat and boredom of Arizona.
So once again I am reaching out, and looking for a distraction.
What would you like to see written about?

Get on it, I'm waiting.

It occurred to me this morning that I haven't informed everyone about my move to Portland, Oregon. In a couple situations I have mentioned it casually and got a look or a stern, "You are moving to Portland?!" So yes I am officially moving to the coolest city in the country.
Why?, you ask.
Why the hell not?

There is food and culture there.
There is a climate I love.
I have some old friends there.
The more I prepare for the move the more things fall into place.

I am not a deeply religious person, I don't believe in some unseen hand guiding us through life. I do feel however like I have to move there. Things just keep happening that assure me that this is one of the best things I am ever going to do. I haven't been truly happy in any given location since Baltimore, Md or my home town in upstate New York. Those locations were years and years ago, and are quite nearly ancient history.
That is not to say that I haven't had good times and good experiences in Florida and Arizona, both places have about a 50/50 mix of people I was sad to leave behind, and people I hope I never see again.
I have been lucky here in Tucson to have made acquaintance with the people I have, it has given some good times and great memories. Also, being able to roll up to Phoenix and hang out with Emily and her soon to be husband Jay ( two people who need to be married more than anyone else I have ever met ) is not something I could have done unless I spent this time in Arizona.
Despite the good things about Arizona I am out of here for a number of reasons. It is hot ! It has been hitting 110 recently and I don't care that it's a "dry heat" 110 is fucking hot with or without humidity. I have also gotten an ungodly amount of things stuck in my feet here. I mention this only because I was picking glass out of my heel last night before I went to bed, and my foot still kind of hurts. There is also a severe lack of green here. Everything is brown and gray, and I require trees and grass.
Long story not so short... I am moving to Portland, Oregon. There is no doubt in my mind that I will love it there.

    That is a good question... where have I been? I haven't posted in days, the Sunday roundup was non existent and not a bit of rambling has been happening at all.
    I was busy ok, get off my back.
    I rocked out hardcore in Phoenix with the always awesome Emily and her soon to be husband Jay.
    There was booze, food, mis-identified cheeses and boobies being pressed up against the sliding glass door. They weren't my boobies, I don't have boobies. Your mind goes to weird places.
   
    So here are a couple things for you that would have ended up on the Sunday roundup, and once my mind and liver recover I may offer a more comprehensive story telling ... but damn I am still trying to recover.

    Have any of you been reading long enough here, that you actually remember when I used to write things that were timely and relevant ?

    I barely remember.

    I just remembered something else though...

    I am the worlds biggest idiot.

Other than all of the goings on of my personal life, I have been just utterly exhausted. Work is becoming an exercise in futility... I feel like I am running in place. What I am capable of and what I do have nothing to do with one another. They haven't met in years.
If I owe you a phone call, or an email or any of that. It's coming soon... I swear.

    Truth be told, I am going to brag here... I am going to talk about myself endlessly until I stop.

    I am disappointed in myself that I let myself away from something I love so passionately ... I have removed myself for so long from something I love. I have been redirected and set back on track by my brief time in Arizona, no matter what anyone ever says about this place, about Tucson or any part of where I have been... this is my new Genesis... my starting over.
    I am officially back on track and going to embrace every challenge that dares to stand in front of me.
    I love food. Cooking it, eating it, learning it, and teaching it.
    I have a gift in the kitchen, one that has not been fully realized here by anyone other than me and those who know me well.
   
    This new adventure that I set out on will redefine my life, define it the way it was defined before, but with a sense of maturity and passion combined.
    I am to embrace this?
    Fuck Yes!
   
    Stand aside, I take large steps !

and now this cool vid... have a good night folks.