The birthing of a blog

Tuesday, September Eleventh.

The day I lived the dream.

For years I have worked at a job that I cannot stand just to be able to provide for my wife, our life and most important myself. Since the introduction of the Wee-one I have worked even harder to earn and save for items that we need and to have extra scratch just in case of emergencies. I am no slouch when it comes to hard work. I went to school on nights and weekends part-time for years in hopes that one-day I would be able to leave my menial labor job behind and move on to bigger and better things. Make a difference in the world (at least mine anyway—the rest of you are on your own); live out my dream of being an artist, a writer, a lyricist, a guitar player, and a published author. You know, become lazy. These are activities I love to do, but somehow, somewhere along the line I became ensnared in the hustle and bustle of everyday living, lost sight of my dreams and turned my attention towards just plain living for that paycheck. To put it lightly I am miserable. I dread going to work so much that recently I have become depressed and lost both physical and mental energy. In fact I no longer seem to find pleasure in giving Pixie Dutch Ovens— Honey, I'm just going through the motions.
So I know what you are thinking. Why don’t you get a different job? Do what you want to do and relax for a while. The problem is I need the money to sustain our extravagant lifestyle: the order-in pizzas, the Busch beer, the Kroger brand food products. And trying to find time to jump into the game of job searching is more than a little difficult, though I am attempting the arduous task with as much enthusiasm as I can muster—especially in light of recent developments at work.
So today I called in sick and spent the entire morning, afternoon and evening living the dream; spending time with my son.
Hell I even got a minute amount of writing and resume building accomplished. How can I go back to work now? This is what I want to do with my life. Have my sugar momma pay the bills whilst I watch our son and be creative.

Saturday, September 15
I had a very trying day Friday, which ended in me telling my boss that I was done with his shit and his company. All week it seemed that if something could go wrong it did; equipment was faltering and breaking, we got pulled over twice (and by the grace of God that D.O.T Comm Vehicle Inspection cop had a sense of humor), tensions were flaring, and innocent kitten lives were being lost (a long story and one I am still too sore to talk about. Why Mr. Boots? Why!). Not to mention the litany of usual mishaps and embarrassments that plague that company on a diurnal basis.
I got home and had a slight nervous breakdown, tipped a beer for Mr. Boots and began to think about my future.

Sunday, September 16
Sunday evening and I am still not sure what I want to do with my current job or my life. I know I want to write and I know I do not want to go back to work tomorrow, but other than that I have no idea.

Monday, September 17
Stayed home from work and started writing my resume. Got side tracked into reading Blogs.
Decided I wanted to start a Blog in order to have a creative outlet. Finished Resume work, straightened up the house and played Ukulele until Gideon got home.

Tuesday, September 18
Worked on Resume more. Gathered portfolio materials into a cohesive structure. God this is a lot of fricking work, I want to go back to my menial labor job. Had a beer, uh I mean creative juice. Had my second cigarette for the day. Sat down in the office chair. Cracked my knuckles. Stared at the screen for thirty minutes. Wiped the drool off the desktop before it left a stain. I watched Mr. Fabulous’ Vblog and spit beer out of my nose. Where does this guy get his material? Maybe he will write my Blog. After G-man went to sleep I spent three hours picking colors for my side bar and heading. Blogging is so cool.

Wednesday, September 19
I have been at this computer screen for approximately 43 games of Orbitz 8-ball trying to decide what my first post will be about.