I had every intention of writing a blog yesterday, but since I actually got to be creative at work for once, I kept myself pretty busy. I even continued to work on the project when I got home. It is amazing what you will do when you actually enjoy something. The project I am working on is a complete redesign of the front page of our website. It is something that has bugged me since I started work a year and a half ago, and since we have so much going on and about a 4x4 inch square that I can actually work with, I decided it was high time to chuck the thing and start over. Unfortunately, I do not have the time to redo the whole site, which, of course, means I cannot completely reorganize sections and really make it my own, but I have to be happy with what I can accomplish. The total redesign is coming. Thank god!
A little recap of the weekend. It was incredibly busy, but it was mostly family stuff. I love my family, but I think we actually get together en masse more than any other family I know. In the stretch from March-June we have my Mother's birthday, Easter, my sister's birthday, Mother's Day, my birthday, my niece's birthday, and Father's Day. You throw in a possible Memorial Day cookout and my niece's First Communion next year, and I am pretty much put into family overload. Luckily, the rest of the summer, I mean....JULY, is pretty empty, but then August you get my Parent's Anniversary and my Grandmother's Birthday (luckily celebrated in the same week), and then my Father's Birthday in September, and I am free and clear until the Holidays! Oy!
Anyway, so this was the weekend for my Grandmother's Bday and Parent's Anniversary. Without thinking that it was, I agreed to go to my Father's work open house and company picnic on Saturday as well. I must have left my body for a minute when I said I would go because that picnic felt like I was back in high school feeling like the out of place city guy around a group of slack jawed yokels. It is really not a comfortable feeling. Plus, my sister and I were the oldest "kids" of any of the workers there. At least my nieces were there to beat the pinata. Though I have to say the look in my eldest niece's eyes when she was demolishing the remnants of it was pretty disturbing. Hmmm...I'm thinking therapy soon (my sister and asshole-in-law are divorcing...that's a whole different blog). All in all, the whole family weekend wasn't so bad, but the end result was not really having much of a real weekend at all. I am hoping to make that up on the long weekend coming up.
Friday and Saturday night, I also went out with friends. I met up with some co-workers and former co-workers at the Rathskeller after work, and we had a pretty awesome time just sitting around and basically de-stressing from the week. Athena came and joined us after her meetings, and she integrated herself well with everyone. I always seem to attract the brassy women. :) Saturday night, Tyler, Romeo, Xena (and her sister), and myself all went to Talbott Street for a drag show and some dancing. We started pre-drinking around 8:00, and we didn't make it to the club until about 10:30. So, you can imagine how sloshed some of us were. I did this in anticipation of always getting bad drinks at Talbott, but I should have known better. Tyler knew one of the bartenders.
Eventually, the evening devolved into an argument between Tyler and I basically because he wanted to rehash old arguments and I refused to even discuss them while inebriated. It was not a pretty conclusion, but I diffused the situation and we went to bed. We discussed it over breakfast (I made Belgian waffles and eggs!), and I think we're probably on even better keel now. I just really refuse to rehash dead arguments, especially when there is nothing more I can do to placate. Interestingly enough, I do feel that this is probably my most adult relationship to date. We're actually having fights, processing them, and we end up stronger for them. In the past, I would tend to swallow my side of things and let things fester, which, of course, is not the ticket to happiness. I suppose I'm saying that I am happy we fight. Yes, I am weird.
As I stated before, Monday was a pretty enjoyable work day. I love just playing around with graphics and websites. I do not profess to be a guru by any stretch of the imagination, and I am sure there are cleaner, more clearer ways to accomplish what I do. However, it is just pure joy to sit around and think of ways to redesign things. I will say that one major downfall of the creative process is the over-activeness of my brain. The ole noggin just gets going a mile a minute, and it is sometimes hard to calm it down even when I am trying to go to sleep. This coupled with some ill-advised Diet Coke consumption before bed led to that weird half awake/half asleep state where the funkiest of funky dreams tend to appear. I actually woke up and jotted down some notes so I could write about it today. :)
For some reason, I was going to investigate something at our thrift store, which is basically like a Goodwill but it only serves us. Additionally, this store becomes a night club in the evenings (in my dream, silly). This is the point of the story where my half awake self says, "What the HELL did you eat before going bed?" Anyway, I was investigating some crooked security guards, who were doing god knows what, and then I witness some lesbianic greek goddess action, which I have no idea what it means and frankly, I am not going to analyze that because I AM NOT going to be straight (or a lesbian for that matter). At one point, I am transported back to my father's work, and we are investigating the unfortunate death of a local drug addict that my dad's business had adopted as a sort of mascot. He went to use the public restroom, and something happened that the toilet exploded and shot him across the room where we drowned, pants at half mast. Everyone was just standing around shaking their heads, and I was trying not to laugh (see, even my dream self isn't too far away from reality). Inexplicably, I am then back at the thrift store where I'm taunting the crooked security guard with threats that I am going to come back with all the ladies in the shelter to beat his ass. *BOOM* I wake up...
Very weird...
I think I will leave it at that...
Time to be creative again! :)
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