Airport Pat-Downs and Other Cheap Thrills

     **"Call me if you end up stuck at the airport with no ride.  I can not help, but I will find it extreamly funny!"**---Rebeca (one of my great sisters)
   **"I'm sorry, sir, but all of your frequent-flier miles have already been used up by your luggage."**---Cartoon Parade


    My flight/move went off with no hitches -so fa fa on all of you that were wishing me good luck, and crossing both your fingers, and all your toes.   I have not flown for about six years, and for whatever reason everything on the news turned to bad flights.  Even if the news article started out talking about diseased frogs, it ended up with a huge disaster involving multi planes aiming for lilly pads in a sewer enriched pond. 

    The journey started in Billings, MT.   A rather small airport, but with the holidaze so close, it was very busy.   Security was much tighter than I had before recalled.  Maybe because of Christmas, or maybe because it was a small airport and security was bored.  I previously talked about my holiday work party and ending up getting weenie soap and stuffed sheep for my collection.  Both were fine gifts, but I am not going to explain.  Anyways, I took great care in separating these items so that security didn't need to use the don't ask dont tell policy on me!  I was overly happy my bulging, check in bag stayed zipped up more than anything.  Security did not like my stylin hoodie to much.  And I had a nice pat down from one of the guards.  Kind of a free chest/stomach massage.  I was disappointed that the airport did not offer free wi fi, because it was quite awhile before my plane actually took off.  But soon became very interested in a thrilling game of plants vs zombies.  If you have not played it, it is highly addicting.
     Billings got a nice layer of snow the night before take off, so the the flight out was overly beautiful.   Somewhere above Oregon or Washington.   I am not sure wich, because those kool state outlines are not visible from that high up, like on my states map.  A military jet was refueling from another, mid air.   It was a pretty kool sight, although I have no idea how rare it is to see.  I have to say, looking out on just clouds made me think about sheep for a long glorious while.  
    Landing in Seattle was uneventful.   I was in the window seat right next to the left wheels, so watched them very closely.  Not sure why, still.  It was pouring rain when I hit the city.  No surprise at all.  Seattle residents walk around squinting and running into things, when the sun does make an appearance in the winter time.  I had a few hours to kill at this airport.  But the Seattle airport is full of food, stores, coffee, and people watching.  Plus they have free wi fi throughout the many terminals.  I barley slept the night before, and got up way before noon for the flight, so soon ended up in a coffee joint.   Instant gratification from the brown nectar of the gods!  
    Seattle to Bellingham, WA is a very short flight.  About the time we got our beverage cups collected, it was time to land.  It was dark by the time we flew out of Seattle, and the city is one massive group of lights from above.  It was a full moon that night, and the moon looks huge when your flying beside it.  Before Bellingham we hit some massive turbulence, and if the person beside me didn't start out looking angry I might have jumped in his lap.  

    I even had a ride and luggage waiting for me at the airport!   Some passengers were definitely not so lucky.  I have to say it was a very smooth trip/move.   Of course the last time I moved and last few journey's were on the Grayhound.   It takes 22 hours to take the same trip.  And is not fun in the least.   My butt usually went to sleep about two hours into the trip.    For everyone that complains about air travel, take a bus trip.   It will remind you what trips used to be like in wagon train times.   They are about equal in speed.  Although the wagons were so slow people would die and be born during the trip.   They could arrive with a completely different group of peoples than the party left  with.  

Weeksend and Beyond

     Time seems to be speeding up.  But around Christmas, it all seems to be one big mind numbing blur.  This blur was lessened somewhat for me.  Almost all of the my holiday shopping was done for me.  I sent some funding, and a coffee card, for energy and  every time I talked to the awesome shopper I had bought another gift for someone.  All without leaving the house, or being in the same state.  The blur was worsened, by me adding a cross country move into the mix.  For those of you that didn't get the memo,  I moved, by plane from Wyoming back to Washington state on the 20th.  Possibly why I have not posted anything on here since Thursday.   Or possibly because by the time I got my free wi-fi working in the Seattle airport, it was time to catch my plane out.  I will post more soon, about the actual flight. 
    Last Tuesday became my last night at work.  It was kind of nice for no one to throw a fuss at all, mainly because they thought I was working again on Friday night.  So I had more than enough free time to pack and be overly bored.   I was surprised how much stuff I had accumulated in my year in Wyoming.   I was under the impression, that most of the belongings in the motel, stayed with the motel.  After giving away boxes of stuff, and pre mailing more stuff I soon realized I had to much stuff.  I purposely kept my last weeksend in town free for partying.  Something that did not really happen.
   On Friday I was bummed to find out I would not be on the work schedule.  But soon heard it was dead at work that night, so I really didn't miss out on that much.  That night was supposed to be my going away party.   But that never happened.   The persons in charge had a duel wedding to prepare for.  Full of itchy chairs and newly found mates.   Good to once again know how I rank to people.  I spent most of the night talking to my own fiance, still states away.  We both were on the countdown to the move.
    Saturday was filled with getting last minute things done.  I believe I actually slept in late.  Moving in with someone with three kids, I thought sleep might soon become low on my to do list.  Dad and I went to coffee for the last time in awhile.  Saturday night My brother, his wife, daughter, and my aunt and uncle met me at my parents house for an adios dinner.   I love my family to no end, and soon became lost in the conversation of the night.  The best part, you ask?   The pie!!  
    Sunday my mother and I went to the new Narnia movie in 3-D.  It was fitting because she introduced me to the book series, years ago.   It was also great, because her and I in my time home, almost never spent any time together, just the two of us.  It had sadly been the first time I had been in the Sheridan movie theatre since about 2002.  It pretty much looks the same, really looks the same in the dark!  My landlord brought me an awsome and expensive package of candy.  Wich was very suprising.  Although I think it was mostly that he will be missing the rent money.   That night was the Christmas party at the job I had worked at for the past year. 
    I really didn't want to go to the party at first, but am very glad I did.  The food was great.  And seeing most of the workers for the last time was even greater.   I ended up with some weeine soap.  Wich is great because my weenie really hasn't been clean before without the soap!  I just have to recall, that it is for external use only.   Reading that might have ruined my weekend!  Now if I just get gifted some soap on a rope, I will be set.   *hint hint.   I also ended up with some more stuffed sheep for my collection.   Long story short---sheep are safe!   Great combination of gifts right?   I had to pack them extra special and far apart in my bags to not have to miss my flight while explaining the gifts.  Beyond all the great food, it really was a good night.  Plus I got to see Santa.   Although I hate to say, arriving very drunk would have made it an overly grade A party.  At least for myself.  As long as I am amused right?

External use Only!

Sheep are safe!

    I will miss everyone from Wyoming a great deal.  And hope to continue talking to you online. 
Next post will be about the actual flight.

Baby Food and Other Horrers

                 

                   **"Just cause you can make kids, doesn't mean you should."**

      **"You aren't having a baby, thats a cheeseburger stuck in your colon!"**--Q-Tip

                     **Any D*ck can father a kid, but it takes a dad to be a father."**

                     **Everyone I know is getting married or pregnant, I'm just getting drunk."**

                                       **"Sponge Bob is not a contraceptive!"**---Bart Simpson

                                              **"I practice safe sex, by leaving the lights on."**
 
                                         **"My spluge glows in the dark!"**

        **It's easier to change a condom than a diaper."**---Public service commercial


    I personally know some great parents.   I have a few I call my own in fact!  I would never claim to be a great parent.  Although I get along with kids well.   We often think on the same thought waves!   But to put it short, some people should never have kids.    Never ever, after years of classes and expired warrants.  So many great parents are already out their.   And some have not been able to prove it yet, because they can not have children for whatever reason. 
    A few examples---and I am sure this list will keep expanding.     Any big-un on the discovery channel that went into the hospital for pain or cramps and left with a baby.   If you are so large, you can't tell the difference between a baby kicking, or that BBQ sauce kick.  Or can not even recall having sex nine months ago, for what ever reason.   Should have to give up their parenting rights for twenty-six free burgers.   Sometimes called lunch. 
    If one has to go on TV with a small tribe of men to find a potential baby goo doner.
    An interesting couple I meet at Wally World.   They had both meet while working at the store.  Nothing wrong with that.  But soon found the need to get married in the store.   It was the most white trash thing I have ever seen.   Complete with the Mc D's arches as their background, the couple was married in the front of the store.   No customers were warned, and most viewed the scene with huge eyes.   The entire management team found it effective to stand behind myself during the ceremony.   Like anyone could make it any worse on the eyes.  I think even I started to cry, but not because of the beauty or love emitted.   Some other feeling was taking over.   At the end of the ceremony the happy couple jumped on two electric carts.   One that said Just and the other Married on the back, and zoomed out of the store.  Perhaps on their way to a honey moon at the local Hometown Buffet!

    A brief history of the couple, to help add to reasons why their kids are in a word, doomed!  The blushing bride was largish and we called her Hungry Hungry Hippo.   She alone wore a nice path in the tile to the break room candy machine.   Her husband wasn't the brightest match in the reject pile.   He worked in the tire and lube center.  And was later fired for riding on the car lifts.  Not as much for riding them, but for falling off the lift.   He was soon spotted flopping around on the ground in the oil.   And is more than likely collecting disability still.




Your bouncing baby boy!!!!

     Many people I know are great parents or would make awesome parents.  But many -maybe to many, for the above reasons and more should never have sex again to ensure they never have kids.   I have told many, with great joy that their kids are doomed if they ever have any.   And relating this fact is way more enjoyable than maybe it should be. 
    If you have never watched Carlos Mencia's Dee Dee Dee video  you really should check it out!   It explains everything I have just said to a T.   Durps   should not have kids either.   They are close to Dee Dee Dee's.   Stands for  Dim-witted Urban Redneck Paroles and I had several run ins with one lately.  

  **"Any parent is only as good as their dumbest kid, if one wins a Nobel prize, but the other gets tied up and robbed by a hooker, you failed    thanks for playing!"**
                    **"How did Mr Crabs have a baby whale?"**


   

      Pregnancy tests------ "now easier" Was the peeing on a stick to complicated before. Woman would throw out the test and watch their wet hand waiting for it to turn blue or pink? If couples were having trouble with the old, complicated test, maybe they should not be having kids. Now they spell out if you are pregnant or not. Wow. Is their one for men to that spells it out. Maybe on the reverse side of the stick. Instead of saying Pregnant, or no baby for you! It says Buy her a ring, or run like hell! My gf was recently accused of not being a part of her last pregnancy with her x. How does that work? Did the dude grab a turkey baster one night while she was sleeping. I realize she sleeps soundly but damn. I don't think the warning labels on those say anything about not using to impregnate your spouse. If it does, I'm sure it says wash thoroughly after each use. Now each X'mas, I have this urge to put a turkey baster in her stocking.
       

Flying High

                                                   **I am flying away soon, like a G6!**





Were you go if you fail security check



New tight security!

                  

    I have not enjoyed flying for about six years now.  And am almost excited for a full body scan at the airport!   Maybe they can tell me what my doctor can not?  Lately to cut costs, I have been taking the bus.  You defiantly get your money's worth because even a trip two towns down takes twelve hours and no fewer than 32 stops.   Just think of the fun a cross country trip could allow you! 
    Last time I flew, the stewardess announced that she had been in the air most of the day and was taking a break.  She left the beverage cart under our watchful eye, and we did not see her again until it was time to land.  At that point I believe she was part of  three twins!  Between Seattle, WA and Eugene, OR I had seven beers.  Air time approximately forty minutes.  One thing I can say for sure, altitude affects my beer consumption a lot.   The jury is still out if it effects in a negative or positive way.  Soon after being reunited with my luggage, I was ecstatic that someone had actually arrived at the airport to pick me up.   I was also very drunk.  On the trip, I had "burrowed" a Wyoming license plate for my collection.  They are very kool, and it is were I was born and raised.  For whatever reason it was my new primary goal to show the shocked driver my new prize.   We were still in the middle of the airport, and I started throwing things out of my suitcase to find the well hidden licence plate.   Some how she wasn't as impressed as I was.

                                                                                   

Slow but cheap

    Before all that fun, I had a six hour lay over in Seattle.  Online tickets are cheaper, but they usually leave you stranded for half a day.  Seattle airport is large enough that it is entertaining, but about an hour into sightseeing, I was ready to tick of a security guard just for some excitement, and maybe a good cardo workout.  And somehow ended up in the bar.   Unlike on TV, no pilots were in the bar.  They must have their own bar.  I soon noticed no beverages on the menu had prices.  After ordering a Bud Light I learned why.  Not saying it was expensive, but I could have bought an six pack at a store cheaper.  I asked for a straw so I could enjoy my golden beer.  
    I wrote the following rambling after my last flight, so it is old.   I am sure after this, very near voyage I will have new insights for y'all.   Enjoy?

      So, what is the most fun of flying on a plane?  Getting off.   Actually I have not logged many hours in the air but, have come to hate the extra small *(puddle jumper) planes.   They are tight inside, so if you did get surrounded by big-un's or screaming kids, their is no were to escape except to hold the bathroom hostage.  And these planes jump around a lot in turbulence.  I was waiting for a recent plane to land upside down after hitting terrible turbulence at an airport in Billings, MT.  What is great about this airport, is they have what must be a plane bone yard near the edge of the airfield.  So after coming in upside down, stomach turning, you fly over miles of plane parts.  From high enough up, it looks like the charred remains pushed off the runways from last night.
    I would rather fly long journeys than drive, for many reasons.  You can relax and how many of your cars have peanut toting stewards?   Although not to many cars lose air pressure and plummet fifteen thousand feet?  But for how many flights go per day, causitly rates are very low.  I wish I could say the same for my driving record!
    If all this has thrilled you, and your rushing to your nearest ticket booth.  Here are some tips for your next flight.  Always buddy up with those passengers around you.  Especially those making it obvious human contact is evil.  They are secretly signaling their frear to you!  Also buddy up well with the stewardess.  They defiantly know how to survive a crash and they do have all those peanuts.  Also watch how you pronounce peanuts.  The word has been known to come out sounding more like a male anatomy part.  And the results really are not as amusing as one might think!
    What should become carry on luggage?  The simple answer to this, is everything!  Purchase a backpack and carry-on bag.  Maybe a backpack for your backpack.  Wear all clothing you are taking.  What luggage should be checked?  Nothing, what were you smoking, and why are you not sharing?   Everything you take, becomes carry on to the true flyer.  Sure you might walk on the plane looking like a bloated Arctic penguin, but your a bloated penguin with a change of clothes once the plane lands. 

Best backpack ever?

    As your ticket says, always arrive at the airport well before your departure.  This allows lots of time to pass security.  With the rise in body piercings, you are more likely to land behind someone with more metal attached to their body, than is found in your car.  No matter how annoying or time consuming these people may be, do not start conflicts with them.  Think about it, they know what pain is.  Arriving at the airport early also allows lots of time to become familiar with the airport.  Very familiar, because your plane did not arrive early.

Coffee!  Best part of any airport!

    OK, one last "test" for you.   After the plane lands and everyone files to the baggage claim, and than the lost and found counter.  How long should you wait for your luggage to come off the plane?   Approximately 0.0 minutes.  Have you been reading the same blog as the rest of us?  Fail.com if you answered anything else!   ALL you own is in your possession from the plane ride. 

Jogging is For Dummies!?

    I was in track for many a year.  Main draw back to going to a small school might be inexperienced coaches.   One coach was the librarian and the other was Stubby, the shop teacher.  I will just say, I got "smart" before my senior year and didn't make it to the state track meet.  When I am motivated, I try to get out and jog.   My last favorite jogging buddy is about 25 years older than me, and makes me look like a professional runner!


I'm behind the tree, posin!

    

   
     Why do most roadside joggers look in such bad shape?   Is not running supposed to be healthy?  They often look like they put down their cigarettes long enough to run a mile or two, and than cough up a lung or three.  Maybe that's why joggers run near busy roads.  If the jogger suddenly stops, and does not enter a donut shop, but drops rolling into a fetal position.  Maybe someone driving by will help them.  And or take them to the hospital.  Now, I have ran enough not to knock the sport, but a gradual increase in exercise seems best in my book.  And believe me it is a short, boring, but accurate book of what not to do!   Start with a brisk jog around the block and than try for the marathon!
    Back in my youth, I ran several miles a day or at least the part when the track coach was watching.  Now unless cops are involved, running is out.   A few weeks back it was raining and I ran four blocks, wich about killed me.  Part of the reason was the fifteen dollars in quarters in my pockets (it was laundry day) OK back to jogging.  I recommend running in fun places.   This will keep you interested.  The local mall, around your bar stool, etc.  For increased thrills, carry a large bag while you run and randomly glance behind you.  Or do sprints across the local interstate.
    It is also great to share your pain.  Invite someone to run with you.  Always pick someone that is in worse shape than yourself.  Someone you can run circles around.  If they are large, it is not appropriate to count each lap around their body as a full workout.  Building up your endurance leads up to my best weight loss program yet.  Richard Simmons starts hitting on you.  If you can not outrun him, he asks you out.  I personally lost 145 pounds the first week.  And I have the Polaroids before and after to prove it.  *Body features such as scares and hair color might not match.


Another exercise

                                                                                                  


Another great form of exercise

                 
    Like golf players, you need the proper bad looking attire to start and become a true jogger.  Bright colors are the best, it lets you stand out and gives the drivers something to aim for.  Always recall that spandex makes you more aerodynamic, thus faster.   It helps to suck in your beer gut, making you smaller and more stream lined.   I once was in track with a guy that shaved his legs during track season.  I have very hairy legs, almost leg sweaters and shaving would take forever.  Not that it is ever going to happen.  The minute mil a seconds he shaved off his running time, was seldom noticeable when one comes in dead last in the race.  The right shoes also can make or break a runner.   Football cleats might break you.  It is important to have very comfortable shoes so that calecus and such will be kept to a minimum.  Although eventually these become so thick that nothing hurts.   Also the better the shoe the further you can run.  After conditioning you can jog all the way to the local coffee shop.   This saves all that extra gas for driving to the local track, because no one runs to the running spot.  And you have now have more gas to drive to the supermarket.   All that running makes you hungry.
    As a trained watcher of the track channel, I can say with authority that they can run dang fast and for a long time.  I can also say that conditioning is key.  I can say all of this from my extra comfy spot on the couch.   To be a great after work jogger, you need to eat right, build yourself up, and fill your water bottle with bottled water.  All the best joggers use energy drinks like Propel, to propel you.   As in, not beer.  Jogging while intoxicated can be fun, but might be frowned upon in your city.  A JUI?  I know you can get picked up from biking drunk.  Energy bars will also make you be able to jog at least an extra block.  They all taste like expired chalk though.  It's easier on your taste buds to lick the cat before taking off on your run.  Soon you will be able to run three blocks without breaking a sweat and your kids will be behind you instead of yelling for you to catch up , Baldy!

                                                   **"It's Facebook not Assbook!"**

    For years I got buy with just a measly Yahoo e mail account.  I talked to everyone I really needed to and partied with real people.  Possibly to much.   Somewhere along the line I ended up with a Myspace account, and soon filled it with pictures no one should really know about and thought long and hard about new status updates, to make people angry, jealous, and or laugh.  One day Myspace tried to get to hip, and mainly became overly annoying to try and navigate.  Suddenly everyone, their dog, and their grandma ended up with a Facebook account.  Ten year olds were lying about ages to harass other classmates.  Criminals were lying about ages to stalk your cat.   And your grandma knew every move  you made!  People really didn't see each other in the real world all that much.  But they knew everything  about each other!   And I am pretty sure everyone that voted down paying for the sight in the past  would do so now to keep their precious or page. 
     Now years later the only place I see most of my freinds is online and at the local Mart Store.  I live states away from my girlfreind, and use the computer a lot to keep up with her and her kids.  I am moving cross country very soon.  And I can not get anyone gathered for a going away party  for anything.  Although a few of them, declined on Facebook!

    Under the right circumstances, I love the page.  I can get on say howdy to whomevers lurking, get a good laugh, post a laugh, learn how every ones socks stink or poo smells like roses, and than log off.   But on many a cold night, when the television selection sucks, I find myself "lost" on the sight for hours, not really sure were the time went.  

    My major annoyance with the sight, is people stroling the pages to critisize others.  If you don't like what I have to say---don't click on my page.  Skip or block my posts.   Yet another reason I started this blog.   You have to personally come here to read my rambling.   And if you took that much time out of your day, please give me feedback in my comments.   I like the good, the bad, and the ugly.                                         

      Before voicing your thoughts please watch the following two links---------   Go ahead I will wait here.     The first from South Park.   I really do not have the link, but it is the Facebook episode.  Secound I just found today.                                


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Mr Happy Isn't Happy---Are You?

            ** "Mr Happy is nice, you should try it sometime. Being nice that is."**---Puddin

    **It's not the ups and downs in life that make life difficult-It's the jerks!"** Alfred E Newman

   **"No, I'm not a pessimist, at some point the world sh*ts on everyone. Pretending it's not sh*t makes you an idiot --not an optimist!"**---Sh*t my Dad says website

   **"That F'in *&%$$##@* Head is OK now!"**---The Devil *My mother in law* Deciding maybe I wasn't to bad a dude.

   **"Smile, it will only get worse!"**---Marshmallow

   **"He was madder than an albino trying to hitchhike in a snow storm!"**---Larry the Cable Guy


    OK as usual, a little background is needed.  Until just lately I worked in a family restaurant in Sheridan, Wyoming.  I won't tell you the name of the place, but like any restaurant it had it's colorful locos, er locals.  Both as customers and on the payroll.   After years and years of customer service work, I like to believe I have seen it all and that I am very tolerant of others.  I try to be nice to anyone helping pay my paycheck.  Over the years I have also learned that some people can't be pleased.   They are wired to be annoyed and displeased it seems.  Usually I really enjoy this "challenge", put on my fake Wally World smile, and overwhelm them with great service and kindness.   Not always what they want.  But what are they going to say, He was to freakin nice to me??  One customer I used to always have, was about 80 years old.  She basically had to feed and take care of her husband, and was rarely jolly.   Liquids were never hot enough for her.  One day after I nuked her soup for ten minutes, she informed me that she could pee warmer than her soup.  I, out of options replied that I was sorry, that must hurt and than asked her what I could do to remedy the situation beyond drawing a map to the next nearest restaurant.  Everything was resolved, and they returned for dinner the next night.   Yeah!?
    Back to this restaurant.  We had a regular gent that was rather large.  Not that their is anything wrong with that.  He seemed to have a sour attitude, grunted responses, made new workers cry, and would spend a lazy Sunday reading War and Peace in your section.  The more people checked in on him, the more he seemed annoyed.  But reading a full book in someones section often leads to that.  I instantly liked the guy.   And started calling him Mr Happy, maybe because we had yet to see him happy.  I mainly delivered what he wanted and stayed away from the table.  Collecting a whole dollar each visit!  Not good for six hours of rent, but still better than nothing.  No matter whom served him, he remained grumpy--although the servers with boobs, seemed to get better tips, we still never witnessed him happy.   A new goal for us all perhaps?  
    Two weeks ago, he forgot to tip me.   The next visit, he asked for someone else to serve him.  Not the worse request in my book, but it was once again a slammin Sunday and he would be taking up one of my best booths for the rest of the day, minus the measly dollar tip even.   The following week, the jolly gent was sat in my section.  Again at a prime booth.  I took him his regular drink.  An easy drink with lots of modifiers.  And was grunted at.  It appeared I should not be his server.   Short story shorter---He left in a huff.  And I suddenly became Mr Happy for the day!
    I just watched a great clip about how the more things we have --the less happy most people are.  From the new Conan Show.  Please take a look, is very funny and true.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8r1CZTLk-Gk         With Wifi and the likes  things are practically instant now, and yet everyone complains.  Any phone you have, is waaaaay better than the old school rotary ones.   Just today, I caught myself annoyed that I couldn't finish a movie at that time on Netflix, because the free Internet connection kept going down.   Really?  It's almost instant moving viewing at any time.  And I was getting po'd.   Several hours later, I find it amusing.  Although I still haven't viewed the last ten minutes of the dam movie. 
    I have been happier in the last year than I have been in years.   And apparently it shows!   A great friend of mine notices my great attitude all the time.   And a new friend of mine, constantly would remark about my "glow" at work that made work just that much better.   That said, I am not sure some people are ever really happy.   Things get bad and than get worse.   Bad things do usually seem to come in three's.   No reference to my girlfriend happening to have three kids.   But constantly exists in a crappy mood and than inflict your mood on others really is a crappy existent.  I realize this world takes all kinds.   But find another hobby folks!   I know someone that doesn't seem to be able to function without a high level of drama.  If things are going smoothly, they create drama for those around  just to liven things up.   Get cable T.V. and start watching soaps all day, please. 
    To quote my brother---One can be happy, where ever they live.   And for the most part, you hold the key to changing your attitude.   When I first moved back to Sheridan, I hated everything.   A year later, I wouldn't put the town on the top of my winter travel list, but honestly love my life right now.  I don't know, or want to know what makes you truly happy.   Maybe it's that woman, man, pet kangaroo, God, pizza, midget tossing.  Or a strange mixture of all of the above.  For me, true happiness is in family, helping people that are really in a bind, and making those around me laugh.  I was never in a better mood, than when I heard my hijinks's and attitude at work was that noticeable to someone, and made them enjoy coming to work just that much more.   Now that I won't be part of the "real" work force for awhile, I hope that on here, I can make more people laugh even just a little bit.   Probably not in this post, but in many to come in the future.  Don't worry  my mind doesn't stay serious long.   Because of the holidaze, I have been in a "deeper " mind set.