It's my garden

Well, for the past few weeks or longer I have been contemplating starting my own vegetable garden. It pretty much stemmed from a few different realizations. The main one was to be and stay healthy. But also because it's cheaper (once I get it up and running) and I know exactly where the vegetables will be coming from.
So, yesterday I went out and got all the supplies and my brother and I went out in the back yard and got down and dirty (with the gardening, gross-o's). It is up and 'running' so to say. I think we went a bit loopy half way through, but I'm pretty sure we did everything right.
Now, in about two weeks we will see if anything starts growing. Then in about two months, we will see if it was worth it and if I should do it again next year.

I'm so tired right now...

I got this...

Ever want something so bad that you either waited so long for it or spent so much time working on accomplishing it that when the day came to actually grasp your goal at hand you fear that you may not be able to do it? For one reason or another that fear just gets inside of you and you just don't know if you can successfully say with great confidence "I got this."
Well, you know what? I have trained for too long to throw in the towel. I am going out there tomorrow because, well, because I GOT THIS! I will do what I can, and if I can't go any further, I will not take it as a defeat, but just a small hurdle I will have to get over in order to reach yet another goal.

People may feel that positive thinking is just an overly happy person spewing words that mean nothing but words. But the mind is a wondrous thing. If you keep saying or thinking something long enough, your mind will start taking it as truth. So, positively speaking the truth, I will go out and try my best to acheive the best I can. Hopefully that means I will complete my goal. No, no doubt allowed. I WILL DO THIS!

I GOT THIS
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TYJzcUvS_NU

Two minutes gone

Every day I come into work my computer clock reads two minutes faster than the phone clock-no matter how many times I change it. The phone clock is always 5 minutes slower than the factory clock, and I assume the factory clock is, at present time, on solar time as put forth by Mr. President Bush the second. I'm sure it's incorrect.
Every day, I change the time on my computer to read the phone clock time. All office personnel read the phone clock time and this is the time lunch and the work day is set by. Well, to everyone except the receptionist. She says that she goes by her computer time, which is also actually 5 minutes faster than the phone time. Now, if I go to lunch at 11:30am my phone time and she is expecting to go to lunch at 12:30pm her computer time, do you really think I am going to know that? I just found this out the other day people. She knows the times are not the same. Needless to say, she always gets 10 extra minutes of lunch, and I'm out 3 minutes. Doesn't seem to make sense. She goes to lunch when I come back-which is 3 minutes (I split the difference) prior to the time I should. Three minutes extra IF she came back at 1:30 phone time. But she doesn't. She comes back 1:30 computer time...and then adds an extra 2 minutes for 'good' measure. She waddles her fat ass into the building, sets down her belongings, goes into the back to do what ever it is she is doing (making wild monkey sex with the copy machine?) then proceeds to waddle back to the receptionist desk so I can go back to mine. Granted, it's not like I am doing much work at the receptionist desk as compared to my own desk, it's just the point of the matter that she is now digging into time that I could be using wisely; for once at the receptionist desk, you are pretty much chained there. Not to mention she gets an extra 10 minute lunch break while I suffer through her smelliness at the desk she occupies.
The real point of the matter is, do I lose two minutes every day, and if I do, what happens to them? Two minutes over time adds up. I could eventually lose a year of my life. Life is already too short; for you don't know when it's going to end (unless you take your own life). I was watching a snippet of that show where the house is torn down and rebuilt with Ty somebody or other. Usually for a good cause. Anyway, I guess the family had lost the father due to a road accident by the house (I don't know the whole story-didn't watch it all) and the mother was saying something on the lines of "It's better to live your life because you can't chose the way you die." Ummm...yes you can. You can chose to go into that burning fire to save a puppy knowing full well the building will collapse upon you. You can chose to take a plane into the mouth of an alien space craft because that is the only way to destroy it. You can chose to use a stronger rope around your neck as you kick the stool from under your feet. Whatever the occasion, you do have a choice, it's just if you actually follow through with it or not.
Eh, whatever, the pain in my ass is traveling to my brain...