A little bit of me, from A to Z

So I am back, we'll see for how long. For some reason, I'll blame the election and all that lead up to it, I have been amiss. And I have missed being here, honestly. I need to just sit down and take some time to share all my wit and wisdom with y'all. Excited yet?

Anyway, I thought I would share the following meme with you, feel free to play along, that will share some of my deepest darkest secrets - well hopefully not anything like that, but who knows since I haven't really taken a good look at the questions. Typical for me, those who know me, won't be shocked by that I'm sure. So let's get this party started.

Age - 45

Bed Size- Queen

Chore You Hate - Don't really hate any chores, I just don't like doing them, except for washing dishes, I really enjoy washing dishes for some reason.

Dogs - yes two; one is a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (Quigley) who is eight, I believe but looks like he is fifty. Poor dog has all kind of allergy issues, so we try to make him as comfortable as possible, which can be tough. The other is a Golden Poo. :) That cracks me up, because that is one of the nicknames for our Golden Doodle puppy (Toby), he's just over half a year old, and is a big ball of fluff - 44 pounds to be exact.

Essential Start To My Day  - waking up. :)

Favorite Color - green, a nice dark green.

Gold or Silver - Gold, if I had to choose between these two, although I only wear my wedding band since I'm not that big of a jewelry fan.

House or Apartment - House, a nice and cozy little house. 

Instruments Played - Trumpet mainly, however I can play pretty much any brass instrument, and I can keep a beat on the drums as well.

Job Title - I am a senior calibration technician, and wannabe writer. Although I do consider myself to be a writer since I have written a lot of stuff, just look at this blog for one example. Over one thousand entries, not bad for a wannabe, right?

Kids - yes, seven of them; four boys and three girls.

Live - yes I live, and I like seeing things live. I really don't get this question. Silly question.

Married - yes, to the love of my wife for more than twenty wonderful years.

Never Again - never again to get married? Is that what this is asking? Another weird question, especially since I am already married. Are you asking if I would never again marry, or never again marry my wife? I would marry my wife again and again, as long as she would want me.

Other Fun Fact - Um, I like the Denver Broncos and snow.

Pet Peeve - only one? I'll give you my top two, or three... 1) Not flushing a toilet after using it, 2) making excessive noise while eating or drinking and 3) looking over my shoulder while I'm reading or writing. One more, violating my personal space, only a select few are allowed inside. 

Quote - So many... I'll use this one by Stephen King - "You must not come lightly to the blank page." and this one by Thomas Jefferson - "In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock." and finally from Mr. Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) - "Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."

Righty or Lefty - Righty

Siblings - Yes, two younger brothers.

Time You Wake Up - 5:22 is when my alarm starts going off; sometimes I get up with it, but most of the time it will be later.

University Attended - the University of Awesome, or the University of Hard Knocks. I am very proud to mention that my two oldest are successfully completing college, well the oldest graduates this May, while my second starts this fall. 

Veggies You Dislike - Eggplant, don't even have to think hard about this one. A close second is Lima Beans,

What Makes You Run Late - my kids are usually responsible for my being tardy, although I will also admit that I may be responsible on occasion.

X-Rays - yes, I've had them for my mouth, back and both pinky fingers both had been dislocated, on separate occasions, while playing basketball (right) and football (left). When I was a baby I had x-rays on my legs because my right leg wasn't pointing in the right direction, or something like that. I have no memory of it, thank goodness.

Yum Food - Pasta, pasta, pasta - with pretty much anything, aside from Lima Beans and Eggplant of course.

Zoo Animal Favorite - I really do not like zoos, but if I had to pick a favorite I would say either a cheetah or a leopard.


There you go, a little bit of me from A to Z.

God Bless.

One Night in Bangkok

For those of you still in love with the Eighties

Ready for takeoff

Start of Something

Well, maybe.

You will just have to tune in later, I guess.

In the meantime, anyone ever switch from Blogger to Wordpress care to give me any tips? Or should I just stay put?

Anyway, I am still alive, and I am mostly well, and I have something else to write here but I forgot, so...

Carry on.

Travel Day

I like to travel, really I do.

I don't think I like airports though, I mean I used to, but not anymore. I think.

Maybe it's because I have been coming back to the same airport over and again and again for the past two months, I don't know. It just seems like a broken record whenever I come here.

I leave for the airport in plenty of time - insuring that I have just enough fuel to get me back to the rental return. Yes, I pre-purchase the fuel, and if you ever come to the Dallas Fort Worth area, I recommend you do too, because I have found the price I pay for fuel is at least sixty-five cents less per gallon, which is a lot in my opinion. I get to the airport in plenty of time - I had always heard to be there at least two to three hours before your flight, so I make sure that I am at least that early. Dropping off the car is a breeze - thank you Enterprise.

Riding the bus to the airport from the rental car center is likewise a breeze, very efficient operation they have here, honest.Checking my bags is a piece of cake, in fact the past three trips I had just left my bag here since I was coming back anyway and I didn't want to pay for the honor of having the airline bring my luggage along for the ride. By the way, I love how the TSA gives me a placard stating that they are not responsible for anything being broken in my bag, or the bag itself, even if they are the ones responsible.

Now for my only complaint here at the airport - the security line, especially at Terminal E the one responsible for gates E31-E38. Dudes and dudettes, when the line is stretching all the way back to the ticket counters, believe me this is a long line, maybe you ought to open up all your scanners and have more than one person check people in. Every single time I have been here, I have had a minimum wait of 32 minutes.

Yeah, I was clock watching.

Oh and this is for all you travelers out there that think you can get to the airport fifteen minutes before your flight, please don't get mad at the ticket agents when they tell you that the doors are closed and that you will need to take an different flight. It's not their fault that you cannot plan accordingly and get yourself there on time.

Coming down from the soapbox now to continue with my tale.

So I get through security and guess what, I have a long wait for my plane. Now some of you may be saying, "But Roger, if you get to the airport later you won't have as long to wait." To that I say, did you read the previous paragraph? If I try to plan on that I will end up stuck in traffic, running into a inconsiderate rental return person, a bus driver that takes me to the wrong terminal, oh and the inevitable, a long line at security. I know that I will have a lot of time to kill, I wasn't complaining about that. In fact, the only complaint I have, and it's really minor when you consider that it is there to protect us travelers, is security.

What can I say, I have first world problems. :)

So now that I have a lot of time to kill, what to do.  Well first I stake out a chair to claim, then I start to read my book, although I get interruptions with all these darn phone games like "Words With Friends" and "Dice With Buddies" - the horror, I know. After a while, my gum starts to taste stale and I feel the need to get a drink - here comes another complaint - wow do they really know how to jack up some prices! Some airports are worse than others, I think you know who you are *cough* O'Hare *cough* and you know what? They can do it, because they have a captive audience, and limited drinking fountains (they either have very low or no water pressure and generally taste like rat vomit (No I don't know what rat vomit tastes like)).

So begins my quest. My quest for something to quench my thirst, preferably something under $1.50. I will walk up and down the terminal twice, sometimes three times, in search of this elusive beverage only to fins out that everyone sells the same drinks at the same price. There's a tip for you, no need to comparison shop when looking for a beverage. So if you are thirsty and don't want to walk for miles, just grab a drink from the first watering hole you find.

After completing my quest, which will almost always include getting something to snack on, because, well it keeps my mind from wandering.

Squirrel!

I head back to my staked out spot, only to find out that it has been taken over by a family of stinky lobsters and their cache of crustacean buddies. I really have no idea why I wrote that, but it will stay because who has time to edit the ramblings of a travelling man, right? Although, for the record, I did have to go back and spell crustacean correctly, so there is that.

All that means, I have to find a new spot. That is when I notice that either my Kindle Fire (love this by the way, please feel free to send me Amazon gift cards anytime) or my cell phone, or worse, both have low batteries. Now DFW does have this going for it, there seem to be plenty outlets of which to charge up all these electronic gizmos that we all love so much. Kudos to them. So I head over to an area that has an available outlet and plop myself down and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

In the meantime I listen and watch people, when I am not reading.

I think I might have a story or two from these observances.

Your time is valuable and I do appreciate you reading through my screed - ha! that's why the blog is called 'A Screed In Time' after all. Funny, I think this might be my first one, and I'm not so sure it even qualifies.

Such is life.

Have a great day and safe travels!

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Remember this?

August

It is August.

Yes, I know, where has the year gone?

It has passed like a blink of an eye and it seems to me that those blinks get quicker and quicker with each passing year. Does this mean that time is actually speeding up? I don't believe that there is a physicist anywhere that will allow you to believe that - they are kind of cranky about all those laws and such.

Does it mean that i am slowing down? This has a greater possibility of actually having some sort of relevance and the like, after all I am well passed my days of running a six-minute mile.

Shush, I did too.

Once.

No twice.

I really have no idea, all I know is that the school year starts soon, and I will have one college senior, one high school senior, one high school freshman, one junior high school and two elementary students, oh and one more that is just chomping at the bit to get into school.

Okay maybe not that last part,

What I am saying is, that it seems like just yesterday that my college senior was getting ready for his first days of Kindergarten and his little brother wanted to go to. Now one is nearing the end of the road as far as schooling goes - trust me, he cannot afford any kind of post graduate schooling, not for a while at least. And my youngest is filing the role of my senior in high school.

Timmy is more than likely our last child. That saddens me in more ways than I think I can even comprehend at this point in time. It probably also explains why I am so afraid to blink.