Good, happy, cheerful morning to you. It’s the fourth Friday of the month, which means it’s a particularly special and happy Friday for me and my four mini-me’s. Visitation Fridays always put me in a good mood. There’s just something about the anticipation of the hours leading up to that 6 o’clock PM pickup that make me temporarily forget about the enslavement that we are all in and I, for the most part, spend the day nesting like a pregnant woman who’s about to give birth.
Samantha and I already got the grocery shopping done last night, so that’s one less thing I’ll have to do today. Since most of the house is already picked up and clean, I’ll probably go do one short PM job (preventative maintenance) then get home early and clean the pool. Sam and I have already been in the pool once, but the kids haven’t been in this season. It’s warm and ready and they know it. I can tell that they are uber-excited simply because of my superior daddy skills.
Speaking of superior skills, one of the air conditioning units in our house (the one that feeds our bedroom) went out at the end of the season last year. I don’t know if it was laziness on my part, fear of a really expensive repair or both, but I’ve put off troubleshooting it until last night. These 104 degree days are getting to me.
So I grabbed a handful of hand tools and hopped my happy butt up on the rooftop where the a/c unit is. I pulled the panel off to do as most males would do and attempt to see if I could find and fix the obvious. Well wouldn’t you know it… it actually worked this time. The set screw of the squirrel cage had simply come loose from the fan motor, so I tightened it and, viola! It worked!
I climbed down and put all of my tools away and as any testosterone-driven man would do, I walked into the bedroom where my bride was so patiently and sweetly dabbing the sweat off her brow and took my victory lap. Within ten minutes, the room was tolerable and within the hour, we were chillin’… literally. I know it sounds silly, but that’s how we roll.
Since my brain seldom shuts off, I began to wonder how much that would have cost us if I hadn’t taken the time to do a little trouble-shooting of my own. The conclusion that I came to is, an honest service person would have merely charged the minimum call-out fee, maybe a couple hundred bucks. But then, there’s the rest of mankind; the dishonest crooks. Who knows what they would have charged?
Anyway, yesterday was not nearly as full of triggers as the day before. For the most part, I spent the day in the shop moving back into my regular field truck. I took everything out, detailed the truck and organized the tools. It was relatively stress-free.
I did run a few errands. I noticed that while in the stores, there was music playing. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. However I noticed that after I left the stores (both times), I was humming the tune in my head that had been playing in the store. It didn’t take long for me to stop and think about what I was doing. Since I am in brain-detox mode, I had to figure out how to clear my head of the noise. We all know how hard it is to get a song out of our head. For me, I simply started singing a Jordan Page song. It may sound as though I was simply trading one song for another, but I don’t think so.
Now down to another important part. Did Caleb have a beer? Nope. In my be Austin Powers voice, "how 'bout NO!" Not only did I not have one, I didn’t even want one. As I mention earlier, Sam and I went to the grocery store last night. It was strange to not pick up a couple of thirty-packs admittedly, but it was a thrill to know that we didn’t spend sixty bucks on it!
I was reading Ron Paul’s ‘End the Fed’ last night. It’s one of the fifteen or so books that I intend to get finished over the next few weeks. Sam asked me if it would bother me if she drank and beer. I said, “of course not”. She then asked me to come outside with her while she smoked and so I did, as I usually do. However, it was different this time. After about a minute of smelling the cigarette smoke and told her that I had to go back inside because of the stinky smell.
I’ve always smoked on the back porch with her, but I’ve never liked cigarettes unless I was drinking. This is a really cool part. Since I haven’t been drinking beer, I haven’t been smoking cigarettes… WINNING! I mean, how cool is that? Seriously, this adventure keeps getting more and more interesting to me. I’ve come to realize that discovering the positive results of my personal decision to change on my own is far more interesting than it was difficult to actually make the change. And it gets even better…
As I mentioned in a previous journal entry, there are some things in my life that involve other people. Some of those things I cannot reveal about myself, simply because that other person may not want those things about themselves revealed and it’s not my place to do such a thing. However, that being said, I have a right to share things about myself if I want to. Remember, this isn’t just about quitting drinking beer. This is about me finding balance in all parts of my life.
While we were visiting in bed and talking about everything under the sun, I noticed that I could smell the beer on her breath from that one beer she had. This may sound gross, but I liked it. What’s more interesting is that I cannot remember if I’ve ever noticed her beer breath before since I’ve always had beer breath too… you know, when it’s time to do the dirty. Shall I just say, that at this moment in time, I’ve got the best sex life of anyone on the planet. I’ll just leave it at that since I’m not in the business of writing smut novels. Not that there’s anything wrong with smut novels, if that’s your thing. It’s just not my thing, but to each his own.
On to a different topic. I forgot to mention something. Ever since I made my decision to cut out all TV, Facebook, current events, alcohol, etc, I’ve received a couple of emails from folks. I do still check my email, since there are work and/or bill related messages I get, among other things. If it is related to the news, I have simply ignored them, no matter how interesting the subject line is.
I’ve received two different emails from two different people on facebook that basically said that they already miss me and if I choose to permanently stay off of facebook, that they hope that I keep in touch via email. These are people whom I’ve never met in person, but have become fond of simply from facebook. It may sound silly, but the reason I bring it up is because a kind word from someone is a kind word from someone.
Words can be so powerful. They can invoke every kind of human emotion. Some words we choose to allow us to feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Some words we choose to let piss us off. Some words we allow to rule us. If you don’t believe me, just look at the
constitution. The constitution (at least in the beginning) is a written document designed to be a blueprint of how all people in a certain geographical area would live under. I’m not going to go into the pros and cons of the constitution, but my point is that words have meaning. United States
Part of my adventure that I am on is to allow myself to feel good when I receive a kind word and prevent myself from getting upset when I received hateful speech. To go along with that, I am working on myself to always give positive words. I admit that I have dished out shitty words to people and I hate that about myself. I want to be known as a man who always gave positive words. Even when discussing problems, be they bad government policy or disciplining children, I believe that there is a way to speak kindly.
Word choice makes the difference in a statesman and a tyrant. Without getting into the debate of the different forms and government versus anarchy or raising children, whether you are an elected policy maker or a parent, I believe that positive words will yield a positive society. Threatening and malicious words will create a threatening and malicious people. I choose to be a statesman.
One side note: The beer that is currently in my fridge is just as real as the cable-supplied TV in my living room, the internet-supplied computer in my office and the radio in my car, all of which I have chosen not to participate in using only my mind. Don’t allow yourself to be told what to think. Learn to how to think for yourself.