Today, my mission is to clarify what my objectives over the next year are here at work. I always try to do the best job I can possibly do, but lately my confidence has been shaken. Since I want to help the company move forward, I need to better define my responsibilities and help promote the business itself. This means that more meetings (which I hate because they often lead to little being accomplished) with key stakeholders so they understand where we are heading and when we will get there...This is another line in the sand.

I also realize that I need to drop the inferred facial features (I tend to read people all the time) and background noise, and concentrate on the target. Therefore, today and tomorrow will be spent locking down the plan. I will review the plan with stakeholders and receive input from them.

But...this is my day job. I cannot let my day job rule my nights and weekends any longer. I realize that I am in a field that demands on me to work 24x7, but for me to keep my sanity, I have to seperate the two.

Over the past few months, I have lost the passion I desperately need to survive this world. I lost where I was going and who I am. My Queen reminded me of something she read in a the Spark, a book written by the creator of SparkPeople. Place a line in the sand and move toward the line. This is much like the business off-site discussions we have for my current company, but it doesn't take it to a personal level. So here I sit, poised to deliver to the world my knowledge and draw my line in the sand.

New Passion...

I have had this invention running around in my head for the past few months which will revolutionize the entire world's ability to provide green energy. It is very simple and will change the face of the Earth. There are some protective things I need to accomplish before the invention is revealed, but I now have a plan as to how to accomplish that. My biggest challenge is going to be money, but once the patent is locked in internationally, that is when I will push to get sponsorship.

New Plan... (the line in the sand)

One year from today, I intend to have the money required to sponsor the new found passion. I will put together all supporting documentation over the next month and talk to the International patent attourneys after 60 days. Once the patents are filed (this process can take up to 3 years), I will go out and lobby for funding. My major challenge in this venture is that my credit sucks...bad. I know I will have to give up something in this deal, but if it helps the entire world (and makes me filthy rich), I am all for it. After the funding has been received and the company has been created, I will hire some additional people and we will quietly start building because demand will be high.

New Life...

I have lived my life day-to-day and have not had much fun through it all. As of today, I intend to live my life. I intend to remove the negative and bring in the light. Part of this change is reading a book that I thought would never really inspire me, but just entertain me.. The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. I have always been a believer that knowledge is the greatest power any human being could possibly have and the quest for knowledge is the purpose for our lives. The book however discusses how science and theology (something I have often dismissed) can coexist very well together. In fact, Noetic science is delving into the human ability to affect their surroundings through thought. This falls directly in line with my belief that everyone has a certain amount of energy and that transfer of energy can be seen in ghosts, deja vu, and spirit guides. With the recent discovery of the superstring theory ("M" theory), I believe that there is now a possible mathematical and scientific solution to parallel universes, UFOs, and again...ghosts, deja vu, and spirit guides.

My declaration...

It is my objective to keep a positive center in my life. It is my objective to move forward with the plan to save the world from killing itself. It is my objective to educate and enlighten myself and others on the science of theology through facts and not conjecture. Therefore to all of my readers (which I believe I am down to 1...myself), live positive and seek knowledge.

So, I have been trying to get a new driver's license. The state of Virginia requires that I provide a certified copy of my Birth Certificate even though I once had a Virginia driver's license about 5 years ago. Well, not to name names, but QueenSuchandSuch (keeper of all vital records) has lost my birth certificate, therefore, I have to request a new one from the state of California.

There is a vital records web site that pointed me right to where I need to go to get my birth certificate. To expedite the request, it is submitted to the county I was born in. About 8 weeks later, I received...a letter. Because I am adopted, "the county does not keep me birth certificate on record. Thank you for you money. Check with the State of California in Sacramento."

Nice...real nice. So, I go to the web site which says "they ONLY accept birth certificate request through the postal service. Please send us more money...and notorize this paper with your signature." I snail mail my request and money, and notorized paperwork and wait.

Meanwhile, my birthday has now passed and my driver's license is on E. I figure if I do get stopped, I will tell the cop I was born in California. That should work right? So, I am rapidly approaching a need for a valid driver's license or passport. I intend to take the MCM exam in May. Problem is, you can't board a plane with an expired license...and I am not driving from Washington DC to Seattle. So, I called them.

When I started down the road to Sacremento, the web site stated it could take up to 12 weeks to get it back. Now it states I have an AVERAGE wait of 18 weeks. Oh, and Governor Ahnode has informed the same agency that took my money that they have to NOT work on the first 3 Fridays of every month. What kind of crap is that? I paid for a service to be completed within a reasonable time. 18 weeks, not reasonable. I know for a fact that every birth certificate in loaded into a database, since the database was open to the public for a short time in the 90s, so why in the world would it take 18 weeks...average?

Odd thing is, the state of Maryland, you can walk right up and get a copy of the birth certificates in minutes. I had to do so for my 3 older kids. California Vital Records Division may want to take a page from Maryland's play book.

Last night when I am suppose to be sleeping safe and sound I for some reason had a dream about a woman raising hell with me about how the female has been oppressed for all these years and are never getting a fair break. As I agree with the thought process and that women are not being paid equal pay for an equal job, this dream woman began to provide me a tirade on how history is completely written by men and that a womans perpective has been totally elimated by the same oppression mentioned previously.

The we went into the deconstruction of words. "History, is just his story. That is after all how the word was made. Otherwise it would be Herstory."

This is absolutely ludicrous. First of all, it is spelled wrong if that was the attempt. wouldn't it be Hisstory? um...NO. This type of thinking is what pushes back the feminist movement and causes people (men and women)  to think that feminist are just a bunch of nutbags in need of "special" attention. One straightjacket for the crazy female in the corner please.

Using this philosophy of break down words, I would like to break down another one... Harmony. The first part of the word is harm which is technically a bad thing. The last part of the word is the British term for money, mony...GO BILLY IDOL!!!! Anyway, with the brain sucking translation of history, this would mean that harmony is the act of harming someone for money, not the pleasing combination of independent elements as a whole.

Anyway, Happy New Year everyone! Welcome to 2010!

So...this is not meant to be discriminatory, it is just a light-hearted observation.  Our landscaping company employs a substancial amount of people from the hispanic background. They often wake us up on Saturday mornings with the sounds of lawn mowers and leaf blowers. Did I mention it is always on a Saturday?

So today, we are officially having a blizzard. At least according to the weather service. To me, it looks like a snowfall, not really a blizzard. Of course, living in Maine and Chicago, I have seen my fair share of snow.

So, the same landscaping company ALSO plows and shovels during the winter season. The individuals of the southern persuation may know how to mows and deal with the summer heat, but they have NO idea how to deal with the white stuff falling from the sky. Driving in it is only a humorous activity in futility. I saw the snow plow running back and forth trying to get off the patch of ice it created.

This brings me to my point, as I mostly have one. You should really have a last name like Andersen, or Borgensen before operating a snow plow.

I sometimes wonder why people do what they do...but that is not unusual. So, I was at work today and the toilet that USUALLY has the blue water in it because I am the first person to use it. I love the feeling of ruining the blue water. It just feels good to sit on a clean toilet.

I digress, so today, I went to the toilet to be totally peaved to see not only was it used but it was one of THOSE guys. You know the guy who walks right by the 3 open clean urinals to a stall so he can pee in the toilet. WHY man WHY? Not only do you walk right past the urinal, but you don't have aim and/or it is shorter than you think! FIrst, lift the damn seat. Second, FLUSH!

Lastly, after you did ALL of that, you don't even stop at the sink to wash up and grab that handle to walk right out of the bathroom. I watch you dude. I damn sure do not want to shake you hand.

So, here is my point (as I almost always have one), dude, grow a pair and act like a man. Stand up to pee. Have a little hygiene.

I hate holidays. There is just too much crap wrapped around holidays. Thanksgiving is one of those holidays... I never really liked it to begin with since it represents the Natives saving the lives of the Pilgrims, whose spawn later murdered what was left after the diseases went through.

Most other holidays are really no better. The expectations surrounding costumes for Halloween, presents for Christmas, sex for Valentine's day (wait...that one isn't so bad). I just think that having plans for a holiday are bound for failure every time. Therefore, I plan to stop all holidays from this point further. Tomorrow, I will be attending a Capitals game downtown. Thursday, I will be eating a turkey sandwich without all of the fixings...because honestly I don't want the entire meal. I really like the turkey sandwich the following day.

Even with the 6 year old, it would be nice if we could cut out Christmas. Not very likely since she has done nothing but want Christmas since December 26th. She has been talking about Santa, Christmas trees, and candy canes. I think sometimes she is the leader of the elves.

I would love to say Christmas is in the tropics. Only those that can buy their way will be permitted to go.