A day in the life of your average geek....

WOW!  It's been like 6 years, and somehow this is still here.  That's not a bad thing.  I like the ability to look back and all that.  I am a nostalgic person.  So this helps that.  But WOW!  I went through everything, and the first post was from back in 2005.  12 years.  That's like a whole other lifetime. So let's jump into the meat and potatoes of this, shall we?  First off, just celebrated 8 years with the company.  Yay me!  The company is no longer Caddo Electric however.  We have "consolidated" with Kiwash Electric and become CKenergy Electric Cooperative.  I put consolidated in quotes because it was a consolidation in name only.  It has become a merger as time has progressed.  All the business practices have gone to Caddo's, systems have gone to Caddo's, policies to Caddo's... etc, etc, etc.  Not that it was totally terrible for the Kiwash folk, it's just kinda crappy overall.  We've chang...

Many dreams to speak of in the last few days. I'll start with the shortest and furthest out. I'm in either a plane, helicopter, or even the space needle at the state fair. All I can tell is that I'm in the air, and there are a lot of windows. Its Tracy, I and the kiddos, standing around a box of some sorts. And there is someone else there. I don't know them, but I've been talking to them for some time. And all at once he starts reciting a part from this tape I used to listen to when I was a kid called the Da Yoopers. They are famous for Rusty Chevrolet, if you have ever heard it. "I got dat, dat nuwer. I got da seep nuwer, I got da hos nuwer, and I got da cow nuwer.... I got all kinds of Sheet for sale!" Ahahahahhaha. Yeah, thats all that one was. Now I've had several since, and they are all muddled now. I really have to do better. But in my dream last night, I saw my pappa. He was his old self again from when I was a kid. He was la...

I'm better today. Still weird dreams, as my journal entry states, but all in all, I feel at peace. And I am glad. I don't hate today. I don't like, but I don't hate. I don't know whats next, but I do know that I don't have to listen to, nor take what has been given. He will not rule our home. Jesus will. I was reading in John last night, chapter 14: John 14 Jesus Comforts His Disciples 1 “Do not let your heart be troubled; [ a ] believe in God, believe also in Me. 2 In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. 3 If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also. 4 And you know the way where I am going.” 5 Thomas *said to Him, “Lord, we do not know where You are going, how do we know the way?” 6 Jesus *said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the F...

So here is what happened last night. Again, very real, though of course, not so much in real life. I'm in a recliner watching tv. Its a big building and there are four other guys with me. I know two of them; Jackie Pledger, and Mark Woods. Those are guys I work with in real life. All of a sudden an alarm sounds, lots of those lately. I realize that I am in a firestation and that we are going on a call. We all jump up and head to the pole, we are on the second floor. It looks like the pole is covered in flour paste. Don't know why, but I slide down with ease. Me and Woods are the last to hop on the truck, we were both having trouble getting our gear on. But its not a typical fire truck. Its more like a one ton pickup with high sides on the back. And it has a jet engine attached somewhere because I feel like I'm about to fly off of this thing and we are passing folks left and right. But all of a sudden we start passing huge buildings, but one in particular ...

I am going to start a dream journal here as well. Reason being, and this is hard to believe, but I get Deja Vu a lot. Far more often than I care for. When I dream I dream deep, and most of the time, very real. So real in fact that I have had prophetic like dreams. So I want to prove that theory, and that its not just a trick in my brain. Saturday night: I'm in an arena. I'm piloting a very strange but still familiar robotic suit. I am fighting another person in the same type of suit. I win the battle and gain further freedom throughout this strange complex. Everything is very steampunk in nature. Gear are jutting out from places that don't seem right, but they are still moving as if they have purpose. Tracy is there. She's my wife I believe in the dream, but I am not sure really. Everyone there is chipped. I don't know how I know this, I just know it. As we walk around the complex I notice that if I don't follow their paths precisely, and al...

This was a bad weekend. And if there was ever a time that I was truly done with a person, that time is now. And that person is my brother-in-law. He is my wife's brother. That is all. No more my brother, or my niece and nephew's father. He is my wife's brother. I hold no claim to this man. His arrogance holds no bounds. His self-righteousness is limitless. His brain, non-functioning due to the thickness of his skull. His ears here only Charlie Brown noises, and his lips spew only threats and bile. He is reprehensible to say the least. I regret my part in what happened this weekend, but only for the match that it was, in lighting the fire that was coming. I hate him. I don't want to. I can't be right with God as long as I have this hate in my heart, but right now, I seethe hate towards this individual. I love his children, and his wife. While she can be a pain, she is by no means her husband. And to classify anyone in the same realm as him would be...