The Fortress of Solitude

I actually checked out the Fortress of Solitude (a.k.a. my new apartment) today. Found out a lot of things I didn’t know too:

  1. There’s a pool on the property that I get to use
  2. There are two tennis courts that I get to use
  3. There is a Volleyball Court that I get to use

The Fortress is HUGE (size does matter, trust me).
The windows are placed in just the right spot for the kitties.
The carpet is soft and everywhere (I’m going to need to buy a vacuum now)
I love the kitchen, the bedroom, the main room… the closets are very big, just in case I need to go back in one! 😉

There are stairs that lead to the door and the door only, which should make the cats a little happier when they see it. Overall, I think I picked the right spot for an apartment!!!

Speed Limit Enforcement

The main road from DC to VA Beach is a long, rather boring commute. What simply continues to amaze me is the signs I see along the road:

“Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft”

Now, in my minds eye, I picture an Air Force Jet barreling down on law breakers, blasting them to bits with missles. I realize this may not be happening, we would certainly see massive pits from weapons fire, or smoldering wrecks along the shoulders.

I want truth in advertising, or government warnings. You say enforced, then do it… think of all the people we could get to slow down. Think of all the soldiers, currently in Iraq, we would need to come home and monitor speeders. I think it’s probably a lot less dangerous, and they’d see more of their families as well.

Bush says leaving Iraq early would send the wrong message to terrorists. I say if we bring the troops home to set up speed traps, it shows the terrorists that we are more worried about generating revenue through speeding tickets, than we are about suicide bombers.

Think of the lives saved, the money made, and the ape like face of the President!!!

First Official Week

I’ve had my first official week of school… well, at least I’ve had each class every day that I have class (which is rare).

I’ve managed to miss my first assignment… I think its the class and instructor that are getting on my nerves (Student Development: how to be a student).

I secured my renters insurance policy… the things worth any thing in my life are not replaceable by money (but I had to have it to move into the apartment).

My life in changing and changing is good… most change is good, and this change does appear to be the good kind.


I have no idea how to “write” for college. I write how I write, from how I feel.

I realize there may be some formats that I will have to follow specifically, but as of this moment none of my instructors has said much besides “double spaced” or “on college ruled paper”.

My first assignement in ENG 111 included the following questions and my answers:

II. Finish the sentences below:

1. My most memorable positive writing experience is … being published. I wrote true life article about a suicide call I received while working the night shift at a drug and alcohol treatment center. The story was a positive story about hope, help and reaching out to those in need. I was proud of the work and the article has been framed.

2. My most memorable negative writing experience is … censorship. While I’m not sure that’s the term I want to use, that’s what it seemed like to me. I had been writing a weekly newsletter for my department for a couple of months, I had not gotten and bad reviews nor had there been any editorial control besides my own. However, one day my boss pulled me into her office to say someone had complained to her boss’s boss about one of the jokes. The truly frustrating thing for me was that person didn’t feel comfortable coming to me directly to talk about the issue, nor to my boss. I was asked to tone down the content of my newsletter and to be more considerate of others. So, for a while there was a censored version of the newsletter and an uncensored one. The uncensored version was sent to those people with a little tougher skin. News quickly spread however; soon people were begging to be added to the un-censored list, and soon the censorship it self just disappeared.

3. A person or place I’ve always wanted to write about is … Superman. I became interested in reading and writing by following the adventures of Superman in comics and television. In my early 20’s I even wrote my own comic for a while. Looking back on that I’d say it was more of an epic story, but at the time I envisioned it as a comic.

4. What do you know about that might be interesting for readers to read about. … Computers. I know a computer inside and out and I know how to make it do exactly what you need it to do with minimal headaches involved. I make working with your computer a fun experience.

5. What life experience, type of work or travel could be important to your writing? I think being a recovered alcoholic/drug addict gives me a unique perspective in what I see and do. I know what it feels like to be hopeless, and I know a path or two to recover from that.

6. What do you read that could inform your writing? Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code gave me a feel for capturing the full attention of the reader. Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series shows me the importance of details. Reading comics shows me that while a picture may be worth a thousand words, a “POW!” placed strategically can have just as much impact.

School Daze

Ever feel like your being punished for something you said or did? Or better yet, want proof that God has a sense of humor?

Last night at dinner with Suzanne, Randy and Zanne’s parents I talked about two students in particular that I already didn’t like. These two just rubbed me the wrong way, something about them and me just isn’t going to work well.

So, today, I sit in the student lounge trying to do my work between classes and here is one of the students…. talking, talking, talking, and talking some more. I would like to slap this person, just so I can get some work done. A combination of Lisa Simpson and Herimoine.

Hush woman, hush!

First Day Of School

Gee, I feel like a kid again. First day of school jitters, nervousness, sleepless nights… OY

Truthfully I couldn’t sleep well at all, there was a point whenI thought I might and BOOM the phone rang (thank u Donna M! LOL… kidding, it’s always a pleasure).

I wanted to start the day off right, woke around 7:30 or so and sat around (Suzanne and Randy only have Fairy Coffee and I’m not that kind of homo so I do without) for a while and said little prayers off and on. It’s nice to have the dogs there, they need attention and love and I focus less on myself that way.

I stopped at the IHOP to have breakfast and coffee, I wanted to have a full stomach, and some caffiene before class, which I think I’ll continue to try to do for each class.

I arrived at class in plenty of time, plenty of parkins spaces available too. I took a seat in the second row, I thought up front might be a little much even for me… there were a couple of other students in the front row. Several of the students that were at the class early with me had interesting things to say about the class, the instructor and life in general… like: “I failed this once already with the other instructor” “I’ve heard Mrs Locke is the best for this class” “I can’t stand Math and dropped out of this class once already after the second class, but I hear Mrs. Locke is better.”

Yep, it was Mrs. Locke, and she was friendly, entertaining, and kept my interest. She did some ice-breaker exercises and told us the rules and gave handouts.

It was entertaining, it was informative, it was refresher, it was Math… Mrs Locke did inform the class: Math is now your favorite subject.

We’ll see.

Learn to Unlearn

I picked up my schoolbooks and checked out the campus to make sure I can make it to my classes in a timely fashion… luckily for me there are only 2 buildings on the campus.

As I was browsing through my ENG 111 book I realized that I’m going to have to change the way I think about reading and writing. It’s a new thought for me, I’ve been writing what I want, how I want to write it for so long I think it may be a little challenging… Then I realized I could take the same approach to computer class… maybe I should pretend like I don’t know anything and see how much more I might pick up.

Anyway, it’s been a fun day and tomorrow is the first day of school.

Weekly Update 8/16/2005 Insomnia Edition

Because U Demanded It… Edition

Stressful Events on the Horizon
8/17/2005 Driving to VA Beach
8/17/2005 Picking up $300.00 in school books
8/18/2005 First Day of School only one class: Math
8/23/2005 More school… a whole week of it! OY

Restless nights…
And box filled days make up my life now… I toss and turn in my bed and worry about little things, big things (NO, I’m not dating anyone), and everything… then I remember that I should have prayed, so I say my prayer to the big guy:

“Dad, it’s me Jamez. Please take this away from me, I know it’ll be better in your hands than mine.” and lo and behold… it’s gone… for a moment, but I take it right back and fiddle with it…

I’m a fool!

It’s true, I know to leave it alone… but it’s hard. I’ll be the first to tell you: If you pray why worry, and if you worry why pray… sometimes easier said than done.

Cat Behaviors
My little girl Mouse, has an odd reaction when I shave. As soon as I start to put on the shaving cream she starts to cry. Not a regular meow, but a whinning one… that gets on my nerves… and she wants attention at that moment too… like she’s trying to keep me from shaving… weird isn’t it? Both cats are loving the empty bookcases… I’ll have to anchor them to make sure they don’t topple over on em.

Not sure why, but this is what happened today when I set up the electricity for my new apartment. They start to offer to hook up everything else… cable, phone, newspapers… everything… I’m adamant… that’s ok… I’ll do it later… she’s like: but you need cable TV… really sir it’s no problem we can do it all right now… it was like when the DNC calls for money or they want that survey done… very annoying.

Words to live by:
Your fences need to be horse-high, pig tight and bull-strong.
Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.
Words that soak into your ears are whispered…not yelled.
Meanness don’t jes’ happen overnight.
Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
It don’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
You cannot unsay a cruel word.
Every path has a few puddles.
Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.
If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin’.

New Birds & Bees…
The mystery is gone … How was I born? The little boy asks his father – Daddy, how was I born? Dad responds, ah, my son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway! Well, you see, your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on MSN. Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe. We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive. As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a blessed little Popup appeared and said: You’ve got male!

I’ll have a post of the first day of school soon, take care til then!


Here’s where things get scary… We are now where the rubber meets the road…
The money is starting to add up in my head: $300 for books, $400 deposit me, $300 deposit cats, truck rental, cable internet connection, a bike…

It’s hard to look at these numbers and think it’s going to be ok. Suzanne reminds me that I’ve been broke, I can do broke and happy… actually broke and happy works a lot better than not broke and happy.

I’ve got to turn my focus back to where it needs to be: God, AA, and helping others… well, I’m not sure how much time there will be for that but I’ll do my best. I am actually looking forward to new meetings in the Va Beach area, and perhaps I’ll even bother to find a sponsor.

It will all be ok, and the best thing I can do for myself right now is put one foot in front of the other… not six weeks into the future.

Children’s Tears

My last day of work at Children’s.
Before I could even make my pot of coffee I saw it… a gift bag from Chen. Pencils, pens, notebooks, folders and more- almost all with a Spiderman theme. I was brought to tears (just now again too, as I write this). After the coffee was brewed I cried over the first cup just thinking of all the wonderful people that I had the opportunity to work with and all the families we helped. Phyllis came in shortly after that with a backpack and lunchbox… also Spiderman themed.

Jen called to wish me well, Albert, Erika, Julie, Julia… people I haven’t seen in a while, but love so much still… made me cry again there that day (and again while I write this).

It was a useless day at work, there was no work done by me that day, besides the last morning anouncements. I had people to say goodbye to, people to hug and cry to, people I love.

I had a farewell at the hospital, with people that meant things to me invited (and people that didn’t too :-)). It was bitter sweet seeing all those people and knowing some of them I may not see in a long while. I had wished Natella, Tamara, and Tammy were there but alas it was not to be.

The farewell outside of the office happened this Friday, and I was truly surprised at the number of people that showed up. Staci and Jen were there, Gerry, Claire, Ann and John, Gary, Jean, Courtney… o so many. It’s hard to be the center of attention… it’s hard to say goodbye to so very many special people.

I look at Jordan and remember Zelda had just had him when she was interviewed for the job. I look at Lailah and want to cry, she used to fall asleep in my lap at work.

My heart is full – the only reason I know that I can love more is because of the love I have seen in you. My life and my soul are the better for having worked with each and everyone of you.