weird thoughts… weird feelings… emotional thrashing…
– whenever i hear about bad managers who treat their employees like dirt – especially those not deserving of it – it makes me want to go over there and put a fork in their eye.
– a lady at work who’s pregnant with her second child (also due in july) brought her little daughter in to work today (she’s a little over a year old I would say). when i saw the tyke, i had to fight back tears. oh boy…
– i can always feel my touch back to my early punker days. every time i think i’ve forever distanced myself from the rage and anger and hatred of authority i had back in the days, something comes up which brings it boiling back to the surface. no wonder slam dancing was so therapeutic… and still is…
– i had a sad/warm conversation with james last weekend. he was telling me how he wished he was with us all the time during festivities because we celebrate them. he will always remember how we celebrate xmas with family gatherings (supper, worship, reveillon, etc) and new year’s (supper family gatherings, celebrations) and thanksgiving (family gatherings, supper, turkey, actually BEING thankful) etc. etc. i know it’s not the eating that he misses or wants, it’s the family companionship. i constantly state just how happy i am that when chantale and i got together it wasn’t just a ‘her and i’ thing, but rather it was a ‘her and i and her family and my family’ which always meant exactly what we wanted it to mean: holidays are to be celebrated with family. not because it must be done, but because we WANT to do it. we gave the kids their first xmas suppers/ midnight mass/ reveillon. we gave them their first big family thanksgiving. we gave them their first new year’s eve family celebration champagne at midnight. and you know what? it’s also to date been their only ones.
– i told chantale recently how i know that when the kids are older and capable of making their own decisions and actually following them up, that it will be moments such as we all share together that will determine their desire to stay with us when it counts. have i mentioned how much i love my kids? if i really had to, then you don’t know jack shit about me.
– when i see my wife in pain either physical or mental, it hurts me so much i would do anything to put it right. sad tears in her eyes or pain on her face breaks my heart beyond belief. and if you didn’t know that about me, then you’re really out of touch.