I need fluids

Remember when I said I was totally looking forward to getting out and gasping for air after two minutes. Well, strike that, I was sucking in all the oxygen around me even before the game began. By the second half, I tasted dinner once again. I knew I should have eaten earlier but even then, I would have had a second dinner. I don't know what it is but since high school cross country, I seem to have stomach reactions during competition. It never happens during practice or training. I only seem to get that strange uncomfortable feeling during competition and after it violently passes, I feel just fine again and ready continue on. This is a little embarrassing but I was known as "Foamer" in cross country and track. Again, only in competition, I would create an abnormal amount of phlem which I couldn't spit very far so it would all gather around the outside of my mouth and chin. I looked like a foaming dog with rabies. Then around the middle or end of the race, I would have a violent stomach episode. Of course, I kept running the whole time and after it passed, I felt rejuvenated. After high school, I seemed to not have the foaming problem in the military but I still had the other issue. Again, training had no effect on me but once the physical fitness test came around so did the stomach problems. I was in great shape and always had one of the highest scores but I always had an episode. Even now with soccer, I get that unwelcomed feeling but I feel worse since I'm not in that great of shape. I sort of let myself go this past few years. I really need to get back into the swing of things and be more active. I'm so glad I could share this with all of you. I'm sure you loved to hear about my competitive episodes. Now if you don't mind, I need to get some fluids back. Water never tasted so refreshing until now.

Oh the agony

This is my life as a Ted. I'm jobless. I hate to say it but there is no way of getting around the fact that I'm unemployed. I put myself in this position so there is no one to blame but myself. I could have stayed in the military but I just didn't want to anymore. I don't want to put on the green suit anymore. I don't want to deal with all that comes with the military. Hey, if I don't feel like shaving this morning, then I won't. If I want to grow out my hair, then I will. I don't want to feel guilty about not exercising or have to kill myself to comply with a weight standard. I've got a bit of chunk, mainly the midsection. Go beer gut, go! I'm at least trying to stay active. For instance, I have a soccer(oh excuse me, a futbol) match this evening. Totally looking forward to getting out a gasping for air after approximately two minutes. Believe it or not but I rocked out on physical activities, mainly sports and I even ran cross country at one point in my life.

Okay, getting side tracked. I could be doing all sorts of house work right now, while I'm home but no, here I am writing in this blog enjoying the movie Jurassic Park, sipping on Diet Pepsi and munching on crackers and cheese. I spent most of the morning applying for jobs, crossing my fingers on one that I interviewed for last week. Monday is supposed to be decision day. I'm struggling with one offer that won't actually materialize for six to twelve months after an investigation is complete and a clearance is authorized. Excellent pay(so I was told) but mostly mindless work. Most jobs I held were pretty mindless or quite easy for me when I think about it. Sure I put in a lot of hard work and achieved great success but it seems that doesn't matter to the outside world. Work in the military doesn't always translated well into the civilian world or what I like to call the outside world. So here I am, very successful and knowledgeable and where ever I work next, I'll continue to amazing those I support.

So, here I am taking it one day at a time. Taking on temp assignments as they come so I at least bring in some sort of income. One day I will find the right job. Maybe it will be today, tomorrow, next week and let's hope not for my sanity, next month. Ewww, the bloody lamb part just landed on the sunroof.

It's our anniversary

What a wonderful day. Today is a very special day, our first anniversary day. Yes, Camille and I have been married for exactly one year. I can't believe it. One year has gone by so fast and there have been so many things to reflect on. Some exciting, some not so exciting, others terribly funny and not so funny, moments of frustration and most recently sadness. But I wouldn't exchange any of those experiences. I embrace them all, even the most difficult ones.

Today, today, today...such a wonderful day. We saw an excellent musical at the Roundhouse Theatre in Bethesda, Once on this Island. If your in this area, go see it. I highly recommend it. It's a story about love conquering death and breaking boundaries and quite appropriate for an anniversary. Then came our gift search. We decided to buy each other a simple gift, since we hit hard times, mainly because of a decision I made which I may get into on a later posting. So we walked over to a Barnes and Noble, spent a half hour searching for three items we wanted. We met back up and gave each other clues as to what we wanted. Then we split back up to purchase one of the three items, not knowing what the other person was going to get. Then we had dinner at Uno's and returned to our new home that we closed on May 31st. We light some candles, shared a few glasses of wine using our Tiffnany & Co. wine glasses received as a wonderful wedding gift last year. Lastly, we emptied the two B&N bags on the couch and exchanged our gifts. I decided to give my wife the book on photography since it's an area that she wants to explore and what better way to encourage this by getting a book to help her along the way. Of course I'll give her verbal support and knudge her along the way but hopefully this book will provide her with some basic knowledge and get her excited about photography and all the cool things she can do with it. My lovely wife bought me the fifth installment of the Left Behind series. I stopped reading them for the past year or so but I've felt the urge to pick them back up and continue with the series. I want to know what ole Buck and Rayford are up to. Hmm, I wonder if they have made a third movie yet or did they quit doing those. Kirk Cameron as Buck Williams, a little silly I think.

Oh, the wife just came back with wine...yeah, yeah we're a bit of wino's. Off to continue this wonderful evening.