Boring Shit that is Happening in My Life
I have come across a rare opportunity to sit down and write, and I can barely eek out a sentence without inserting a bromide or cliche statement. Honestly I am not sure what I did wrong to be sitting in on a Saturday. I have not been out for a while, and the wild life is alluding me some how. My past self would be more ashamed of me than I am of me right now. Last night Dave and I had "martini night". I think I passed out around 11:00 in the evening. Vodka and I used to be so much closer. Tonight I met up with my brother in law for the White Sox game. As you can see that now the game is over and we left the bar crowd that was just getting interesting. Why? Because I was tired and needed to sleep off my indulgences from last night yet again. My shit is weak.
Next Tuesday I have a presentation that will last for about an hour. I think I am a bit nervous for once. Public speaking in classes were a bit different than this. I am explaining technical information to about 50 other professionals. I would say that I am trying to play it cool, but inside I am kind of wrecked over the thought of potentially being found out on the spot. The "what ifs" are having their way in my head. I did two iterations of the speech with my coworkers. They weren't have as tweaked out as I was, which I take as a sign that I am doing better than I thought. I am thinking if the audience isn't in rapture when I am talking about our X11 ARIMA seasonal adjusting process then I am not doing a good job. However auto regressive formulas rarely get my motor running either, so I am damned regardless. I pray if they are going to rip me apart up there that they make it quick and painless.
I saw my son last weekend. Man is he like me. I have many wonderful pictures that I will display once I get them in digital form. I can tell that he likes me a lot. We get along very well, and I want to say that I cannot wait to be the father that he needs. In him I place all my joy and happiness. My son is my motivation through out the day. He has a beautiful smile, and a laugh that could shed light into the darkest corners of my heart. Aven James Fierce is an awesome kid.
I can't wait to show you guys some pictures.
Next Tuesday I have a presentation that will last for about an hour. I think I am a bit nervous for once. Public speaking in classes were a bit different than this. I am explaining technical information to about 50 other professionals. I would say that I am trying to play it cool, but inside I am kind of wrecked over the thought of potentially being found out on the spot. The "what ifs" are having their way in my head. I did two iterations of the speech with my coworkers. They weren't have as tweaked out as I was, which I take as a sign that I am doing better than I thought. I am thinking if the audience isn't in rapture when I am talking about our X11 ARIMA seasonal adjusting process then I am not doing a good job. However auto regressive formulas rarely get my motor running either, so I am damned regardless. I pray if they are going to rip me apart up there that they make it quick and painless.
I saw my son last weekend. Man is he like me. I have many wonderful pictures that I will display once I get them in digital form. I can tell that he likes me a lot. We get along very well, and I want to say that I cannot wait to be the father that he needs. In him I place all my joy and happiness. My son is my motivation through out the day. He has a beautiful smile, and a laugh that could shed light into the darkest corners of my heart. Aven James Fierce is an awesome kid.
I can't wait to show you guys some pictures.