Phoenix Tears
I've been chastised by several people for not updating this site. Truth is I've found few things that I want to share with the world. I've been unhappy with myself and the world around me. That's really ironic because things are better now than they perhaps have ever been.
Dezi and I moved into our first house in April. In June we got a dog, a little 15 lb. silky terrier dubbed, Roxanne Cyrano Rollins (Steve Martin reference in there somewhere) that answers to whatever we call her. We have a new youth minister at the church that is terrific with the kids. I'm continuing to train Jiu-Jitsu 4-5 times a week. Work has been steady, but not the best environment.
I've been questioning a lot of things in my life. I've been upset with certain aspects. I've come to realize work is a toxic environment.
While training in February I managed to tweak my knee. It was the first time I'd been hurt. Since then I've worked to lose weight and rehabilitate my knee, but I continue to aggravate it every few weeks. I wrap it up like a mummy with two ace bandages and a sleeve before I train, but I still manage to do stupid things. When I do I'm out for at least a week. And I know it sounds stupid to be upset that I can't train, but it's so much more than just the physical exertion. It's the competition, it's the fellowship, it's the growth and learning. It's crazy to be that wrapped up in something, but Monday through Thursday for two hours a night it's what I want to do and when I have physical limitations it's frustrating.
Since December the office has been its own melodrama. I think the common term is a culture shift. Management has brought in some new people at the top and completely changed the atmosphere. In some ways it's been good, but more often it's been bad. Now there seems to be a mass exodus.
Dezi walked in to see what I was working on and had her own requests to add to my blog. She wanted me to talk about my 30th birthday party and the poster she made for me. August 6th marked 30 years of terrorizing the world. And how would you expect to mark such a dignified occasion? Well we played Whirlyball. If you're not familiar with Whirlyball imagine two teams riding in bumper cars with wiffleball rackets in a court the size of a basketball court aiming at a plate sized circle high on the wall. It's ridiculous but a lot of fun. Dezi spent a lot of time and effort putting together letters from friends and relatives. She and my mom conspired to find pictures of me. Dezi put together a poster with pictures including many of my friends and family members. She brought it to the office, but I'll admit I was a little embarrassed and sent it home with her. Still it was very sweet and I appreciate it.
