Reading Blogs
Since my foray into blogging I decided to expand my reading list. I stumbled upon some interesting bloggers. I actually enjoy the mommybloggers. I find them interesting for several reasons. First, they give me insight. My wife is a SAHM/WAHM so it def helps. Second, I envy the sense of community/caring (guys can't do that, well at least not any more). Third, there are some pretty hot mommies out there :D.
I picked up some links to serious bloggers (people who actually have something to say or at least a lot of folks who want to read it) that attended the BlogHer conference. Looked like a real good time, lots of partying and drunk pics. I remember (hazily) back when. So I have been reading some of their stuff this morning (way better than working).
The BlogHer conference reminded me of an annual get together that is no more :(. For several years I attended an annual get together of some buddies at the beach. Actually it was my brother and me with a college buddy and his two brothers. The event took place at my buddies parents condo on the beautiful beaches of Gulf Shores AL/Pensacola FL. I mention both places because on the border was the Famous and now under hurricane reconstruction Flora-Bama Lounge, Package, Oyster Bar & Grill. The condo was .9 miles east of the line (walk/stumbling distance).
These weekend get togethers were fabulous while they lasted. Lots of partying, drinking, eating and no responsibilities. This was a collection of guys that were experiencing extreme difficulty in there every day lives who needed a release valve. I speak longingly for this event because it can never exist as it once did. People, places and events change, some for the better and some for the worse. My buddies parents sold their condo just before the hurricane hit that destroyed the Flora-Bama (The guy that bought it said he was going to redecorated anyway, now the ins will pay for it). That's the worse, the better is that one guy finally figured out that alcohol was not his friend, one that his first wife was not his friend either (this is in the better category because he is now happily married), one that life goes on after the loss of a child, one that family does appreciate his sacrifices and we are still waiting on the last one to figure out anything at all.
I have searched in vain for a similar event to release the pressures of everyday life. The drinking is not so much a priority as it used to be (hangovers hurt more than they used to) but the sense of anticipation for the weekend and excitement of the unknown possibilities of the weekend are yet to be reproduced. I think maybe in some way this blog is an attempt to recreate what I miss about those weekends. This is about as full of unknown possibilities at it gets and I must admit that anticipation no matter how far off the anticipated is still anticipation. And what you may ask is anticipated? My first reader of course. I am telling no one that I am blogging so someone will have to literally stumble on this blog.
This may be helping.
Take care and talk to ya later.
I picked up some links to serious bloggers (people who actually have something to say or at least a lot of folks who want to read it) that attended the BlogHer conference. Looked like a real good time, lots of partying and drunk pics. I remember (hazily) back when. So I have been reading some of their stuff this morning (way better than working).
The BlogHer conference reminded me of an annual get together that is no more :(. For several years I attended an annual get together of some buddies at the beach. Actually it was my brother and me with a college buddy and his two brothers. The event took place at my buddies parents condo on the beautiful beaches of Gulf Shores AL/Pensacola FL. I mention both places because on the border was the Famous and now under hurricane reconstruction Flora-Bama Lounge, Package, Oyster Bar & Grill. The condo was .9 miles east of the line (walk/stumbling distance).
These weekend get togethers were fabulous while they lasted. Lots of partying, drinking, eating and no responsibilities. This was a collection of guys that were experiencing extreme difficulty in there every day lives who needed a release valve. I speak longingly for this event because it can never exist as it once did. People, places and events change, some for the better and some for the worse. My buddies parents sold their condo just before the hurricane hit that destroyed the Flora-Bama (The guy that bought it said he was going to redecorated anyway, now the ins will pay for it). That's the worse, the better is that one guy finally figured out that alcohol was not his friend, one that his first wife was not his friend either (this is in the better category because he is now happily married), one that life goes on after the loss of a child, one that family does appreciate his sacrifices and we are still waiting on the last one to figure out anything at all.
I have searched in vain for a similar event to release the pressures of everyday life. The drinking is not so much a priority as it used to be (hangovers hurt more than they used to) but the sense of anticipation for the weekend and excitement of the unknown possibilities of the weekend are yet to be reproduced. I think maybe in some way this blog is an attempt to recreate what I miss about those weekends. This is about as full of unknown possibilities at it gets and I must admit that anticipation no matter how far off the anticipated is still anticipation. And what you may ask is anticipated? My first reader of course. I am telling no one that I am blogging so someone will have to literally stumble on this blog.
This may be helping.
Take care and talk to ya later.
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