Fellow Travellers

"Snap your fingers, two step...you can do it all by yourself.." I am starting to question my musical tastes as my recent itunes purchases are either evidence of being a true eclectic or mere confusion.

I have had cause to think of late about my friends and who my true friends are. You can say that my friends and i are in transit, on our way to a place we know but not having the most fun getting there.The journey takes its toll and sometimes you wonder why you didn't just wait for the next train and you cannot help but think what would have been if you had made different choices about the path you chose and if you had not rushed to get places.
So i think a little more and glance at my travelling companions and in the silence that surrounds us, the mute understanding that we share the same bus but are headed to different destinations sets in. And in that moment you cannot help but wonder what we have in common that brought us to this place and what brings us back together day after day,surely we could all choose another way to get where we need to be...

That being said I know that they would not let me get left behind and if we ever lose touch, I know they will be waiting at the next stop because as fellow travellers, they and i.....me and them are inextricably linked....


i am starting to enjoy public transport in the strangest of ways.....

Fizzically Fit...Fizzically fit

Sing along "woman you fizzically fit, fizzically fit" hahahaha if you dont know what song tht is from, i dont feel like telling you. One day you will hear it and think of me...that thought comforts me..
So i have been trying to get in the best shape of my life...fizzically that is and its been a strange road. I am at a point where I am not seeing the results I would like but I am pressing on and trying to do different things.
Recently it really dawned on me that I needed to up my Cardiovascular exercisation (if silly words like cardiovascular can exist i can make up what i want). So I have been running a few days each week for a few weeks now and today I was captured by a black and white still in Newsweek of a running of the NYC marathon in the 70s.. I was drawn in by all those people and I decided I must be there...

To put my decision in context, NYC is a place I really want to visit( am a city slicker) and several people I work with are in training for marathons in different parts of the country...so it has been decided that I shall be in NYC for the running of the NYC Marathon and I shall be there early at the start and jostle for good position, I want to be in the very front to watch a few thousand people run 26miles for no good reason!! To watch them walk down the stairs the next day in agony and to have lost 5% of their muscle mass and 3inches of height...

I have recently invented the exercisation rule that works for me....A mile a day keeps the doctor a way.....26miles is just being an overachiever!

p.s- count all your steps, if you dont use the remote and actually get of your hind you can add an extra 200 feet to your mile total!!

Confessions of a sulky little boy

The lyrics of the song go "my life be like ooh aah ooh oooh, its times like these that make me say..Lord if you see me please come my way. Leaving breadcrumbs for when I stray"

I have spent the better part of the day with a heart filled with a 'righteous' discontent and annoyane over something that happened today. Now as the day comes to a close I ask myself when I shall learn to lay things at the feet of God and not at the base of my heart. I also wonder when I shall reach a point where I can stand above the small annoyances of this world.

I confess to still being a sulky little boy but the Lord hears me and He always comes my way..

Need Love, Will Travel

I was lying on the couch and feeling down in the dumps. I have slept poorly of late and although my mind would like to make more of this Friday night, my body lends me no support and my social circl is still working on actually becoming round like a circle....its distinctly linear at the moment..i can muster a triangle at the most..
With these thoughts in my mind I chose the subject of this post...then Fantasia came on and she sang to me and she said "you're always on my mind, when you came around i get shy.." and so what could i do but blush. So as i take this trip down an escapist path, marvelling at the places I can travel to she said to me "you sexay boy, never know when you might walk by...so i got to be right on time" and i smiled. Now some of you will laugh at me and I await the accusations of "celebrity obsession"and the "you think shes hott?" questions and some of you are wondering how this all ties together(believer me so am i)...
I guess the bottom line today is that sometimes to get the things I need, my mind is the only vehicle required and it never hurts when she "puts my picture on her mirror...as she lays her head on her pillow staring out the window" and says those wonderful words...YOU SEXAY BOWY!!!

:-)

Tubthumping

I actually dont know what i am going to say. My line of thought is simply " i get knocked down but i get up again, you're never gonna keep me down....i get knocked down! but i get up again(we'll be singing...ooo oooo...when we're winning) "

You know if you ever walk up to me singing that song and jumping and shaking your head, you will make me the happiest man in that moment. One of my small pleasures at work is keeping a straight face while writing in my blog(like now) and a greater pleasure is the way my feet dance under my desk. Give me music and give me more and I can assure you that the godfather of soul's legacy is apparent to all who would go sit under my desk....why they would want to do that, well thats another matter altogether

"no matter how hard i try, you keep pushing me aside and i cant breakthrough, theres no talking to you.......but after all is said and done, you going to be the lonely one....do you vbelieve in life after love?" (go crazy legs gooooooooooooo...woooo,work has never been this much fun)

Fat free...

Soundtrack: I am in love with a "dancer"?

so i was thinking these few weeks about how i am driven to find originial ideas. it used to paralyse me at university and i turned in some pretty poor academic work because i constantly searched for the wheel and as i chiselled it i would find it alreay existed or that square was not its best shape.
ANYWAY!! I think I have found it...fat free baby food...it is an untapped market and guess what you can create artificial dmeand whenever you need it! It is money making brilliance...if sales drop you just get people to have more sssssssoooo i think its a good idea :-)
My fat free baby food will be called Baby DeLITE...

Ok peoples that is my rant for the day, i had something else to say but I forgot as I invented the wheel..

My Favoritest word

So i was thinking the other day that my most favoritest word is "hey", so you need to work with me here. I was standing looking suave by the bar and the little miss wonderful sashayed past me and i said "hey". As she stopped and stared dear Bobby walked into the room and he said "hey"and with a wave and hug i said "hey". As he walks off he looks at little miss beautiful, gives me a nod and a wink and says "hey" then he adds "hey, dont forget about the game tomorrow".

So sitting in the bleachers the teams are announced and the crowd says "hey". In the uproar of emotion big mr excitement spills his drink and little mr unexcited says "hey" and as all the boys take their seats we look at eachother and say "hey". Bottom of the ninth and dirty miss yesterday bats her eyelids and says "hey" and i wrinkle mine and dryily say "hey" and as she and Mr Tuesday engage in a gratuitous show of affection, Bobby taps me and says "hey"...he points a few rows down and I see little Ms Beautiful sashaying up the stairs and stopping in front of me she says "hey"and looking at her I search for the perfect word to describe her moment and finding it my tongue coils and lips purse and i say.......