The day has finally arrived. It's time to "go public" with the wedding announcement. Here is what was submitted to the local paper.
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On February 27, 2005, Leslie Purdy of Little Rock and Aaron Hoyt, formerly of Conway, were united in holy matrimony in a private family ceremony at Curran Hall in historic downtown Little Rock. A reception followed immediately afterward at the couple’s Little Rock home.
Ms. Purdy is a graduate of Malvern High School. She graduated from Henderson State University with a Bachelor of Science degree in biology. She received her master’s degree from Henderson State University in Biology Education, and her Doctorate degree from Americus University in Washington D.C., and currently teaches chemistry, veterinarian science and ESL biology at Hall High School in Little Rock.
Mr. Hoyt is a graduate of St. Joseph High School in Conway. He graduated from the University of Central Arkansas with a Bachelor of Science degree in physical science, and is currently working as a systems engineer for Hardwyre in Maumelle.
The couple is planning a spring honeymoon cruise to the Western Caribbean. Presently, they make their home in Little Rock pending construction of a new home in Greenbrier.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Friday, February 25, 2005
Birthdays and born losers
It's a very busy week in the household. My daughter's birthday was this past Wednesday--she's 12 now! Then, my stepmom's birthday was Thursday. I finally acknowledged her birthday for the first time, and it oddly enough made me feel quite good. This new job has taken SO much stress off of me that I'm actually able to concentrate on loved ones. It's just GREAT!
OK, so tonight, my son is having his little birthday gathering at the ex-monster's house. His birthday is tomorrow, and he turns 15. ACK! I'm not old enough to have a 15 year old child! And Sunday holds a day of its very own--to be detailed sometime tomorrow.
I get information about my ex's latest attempt to yet again rape my checkbook this past week, and all I can do is laugh. What the hell goes through some people's minds? Ever hear about that sleeping dog? You really should have left him alone. But, since I'm awake, I may as well occupy myself...and occupy myself, I will. Listen carefully to what I say. You won't know when, you won't know where...but either way, you'll know. Any questions?
Until next time...
OK, so tonight, my son is having his little birthday gathering at the ex-monster's house. His birthday is tomorrow, and he turns 15. ACK! I'm not old enough to have a 15 year old child! And Sunday holds a day of its very own--to be detailed sometime tomorrow.
I get information about my ex's latest attempt to yet again rape my checkbook this past week, and all I can do is laugh. What the hell goes through some people's minds? Ever hear about that sleeping dog? You really should have left him alone. But, since I'm awake, I may as well occupy myself...and occupy myself, I will. Listen carefully to what I say. You won't know when, you won't know where...but either way, you'll know. Any questions?
Until next time...
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Valentine's Day and another chapter begins
So, Valentine's Day has arrived, and it's time for those big galoots to remember their sweeties, and for the scattered women to remember their man. I have great plans for my honey on Valentine's Day. First, it's a Swedish massage in her own living room in front of a crackling fire. Soft music, candles, and exotic oils surround the table as the masseuse works her magic on tired, overworked muscles. The utterances coming from her as skilled hands squeeze and knead up and down make the entire thing worthwhile. Disagreements are dissolved, arguments annihilated and fights forgotten. It all comes down to the concentrated power of those hands.
In the morning, there is a card in the bathroom as she goes to brush her teeth, and another at the coffee maker when she goes to make her morning cup of java. Then, as she departs for work, she finds a card in the front seat of her car. During the day, she'll receive a surprise visit from yours truly, bearing flowers, a card, and a single chocolate rose. Valentine's Day is no reason to overlook the perpetual diet!
That night, after arriving home, we will partake of a fulfilling meal at the restaurant of her choice--Olive Garden and Ciao's come to mind. We then arrive home for a bit of relaxing in front of the TV while we watch an episode or two of Law & Order before retiring for the evening. All in all, it will be a well-deserved evening for a well-deserved woman.
As I awaken Tuesday morning, my new job begins. I have left the narrow-minded school district that formerly employed me for a prestigious, good-paying job in Maumelle as a Systems Engineer for a computer consulting firm. Gone are the accusations, the unrelenting drama, and the ever-present prying eyes of the school. With every new job there come questions and uncertainties, and this is no exception. I already miss 'my kids' at the school, and I will even miss some of my co-workers. My superintendent will likely be the one I will miss the most.
Through all of the bullshit dealt out by a few brain damaged members of the school board, along with members of their immediate family, she never wavered...she never judged...she never questioned. Even after receiving a scathing, accusing "anonymous" letter, she took the time to research it fully before assuring me that everything was fine. It's amazing how, even through a rain of accusations, nothing could ever be proven--except for the fact that I have a big mouth. Wow. That's information. Anyone who's ever met me could attest to that fact. It's how I am. So, for your patience, I offer my most humble appreciation and respect. It's a shame that you're still stuck in the same cesspool, but your time is coming, my dear! :)
But enough about that hellhole. I look forward to my new office, my new co-workers, and the upcoming experience that is to follow. Hopefully it will only accent the pending custody hearing that is coming in just a few weeks. Maybe now we can all be a family, complete in almost every way. Nothing is perfect, but perhaps it's time for all of us to get the near-perfect life that we've always desired, and absolutely deserve.
My closing comments are simple. That small school district in northern Arkansas is doomed to be sucked into the consolidation, and the corrupt and pathetic school board members who caused so much mayhem will be justly removed and booted from the decision-making process. My new employer will reap the many benefits of my knowledge and personality, and my girlfriend may finally discover the "real me" that she's been waiting so long to see. God knows she deserves it!
Until next time...
In the morning, there is a card in the bathroom as she goes to brush her teeth, and another at the coffee maker when she goes to make her morning cup of java. Then, as she departs for work, she finds a card in the front seat of her car. During the day, she'll receive a surprise visit from yours truly, bearing flowers, a card, and a single chocolate rose. Valentine's Day is no reason to overlook the perpetual diet!
That night, after arriving home, we will partake of a fulfilling meal at the restaurant of her choice--Olive Garden and Ciao's come to mind. We then arrive home for a bit of relaxing in front of the TV while we watch an episode or two of Law & Order before retiring for the evening. All in all, it will be a well-deserved evening for a well-deserved woman.
As I awaken Tuesday morning, my new job begins. I have left the narrow-minded school district that formerly employed me for a prestigious, good-paying job in Maumelle as a Systems Engineer for a computer consulting firm. Gone are the accusations, the unrelenting drama, and the ever-present prying eyes of the school. With every new job there come questions and uncertainties, and this is no exception. I already miss 'my kids' at the school, and I will even miss some of my co-workers. My superintendent will likely be the one I will miss the most.
Through all of the bullshit dealt out by a few brain damaged members of the school board, along with members of their immediate family, she never wavered...she never judged...she never questioned. Even after receiving a scathing, accusing "anonymous" letter, she took the time to research it fully before assuring me that everything was fine. It's amazing how, even through a rain of accusations, nothing could ever be proven--except for the fact that I have a big mouth. Wow. That's information. Anyone who's ever met me could attest to that fact. It's how I am. So, for your patience, I offer my most humble appreciation and respect. It's a shame that you're still stuck in the same cesspool, but your time is coming, my dear! :)
But enough about that hellhole. I look forward to my new office, my new co-workers, and the upcoming experience that is to follow. Hopefully it will only accent the pending custody hearing that is coming in just a few weeks. Maybe now we can all be a family, complete in almost every way. Nothing is perfect, but perhaps it's time for all of us to get the near-perfect life that we've always desired, and absolutely deserve.
My closing comments are simple. That small school district in northern Arkansas is doomed to be sucked into the consolidation, and the corrupt and pathetic school board members who caused so much mayhem will be justly removed and booted from the decision-making process. My new employer will reap the many benefits of my knowledge and personality, and my girlfriend may finally discover the "real me" that she's been waiting so long to see. God knows she deserves it!
Until next time...
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
The rewards of a hard day's work...oh, and groundhog day!
Well, here we are...another week is underway, and it has been an extremely productive week! I had made a promise to have an entire building fully operational before our next meeting, and lo and behold, it appears as though I'm going to beat that deadline by at least 2 weeks. It's amazing how much you can get done when the areas you've already covered are stabilized and people are off your back. Perhaps by this time next month I'll have it all squared away and EVERYONE will be happy. No, wait...I think it was Abraham Lincoln that said it best: "You can please some of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time."
So tomorrow is groundhog day. Does it really matter? Who cares about what some rat on steroids sees? We don't get winter here, so he can see fairies flying through flaming cow manure for all I care. Punxsutawney, Pennsylvannia must not have much else as a claim to fame if they depend on some sedentary rodent to bankroll them for the next 364 days.
And, in closing...I must comment on a memo I received today. Obviously a frequenter of my website, this person actually felt it necessary to compare me to Jesus Christ. Now, before I let a couple of PSI out of my oh-so-inflated ego, let's take the literality (my own word) out of my previous missive. Judas is a biblical character that is known throughout time as a bit of a backstabbing, deceitful person. So, in my reference, I simply used Judas as a metaphor for a current-day scenario. In NO way do I make any comparisons, literally or otherwise, to Jesus Christ. I may have resembled his likeness in my youth, what with my long, flowing locks and my unshaven appearance...but that's about as close as I'd care to go. This attempt to infuriate or humiliate me has done neither. In fact, I will be issuing a campus-wide memo that anyone not addressing me as "J.C." will not only be ignored, but they will be stricken with some hideous, deadly affliction...like a hangnail or a cold. And if they really anger me, I'll throw in athlete's foot just for grins. Et tu, Judas?
How ya like them apples? Please feel free to continue your anonymous contributions. One thing you'll never find me doing is hiding behind anonymity. I'll always be there...working diligently...while your life continues on in squalor.
If you get a laugh from this, then I appreciate your intelligence and your sense of humor. If you get any other feeling, then you probably need to examine your own life and choose the battles that you need to be fighting--obviously this isn't one of them. Any questions?
Until next time...
So tomorrow is groundhog day. Does it really matter? Who cares about what some rat on steroids sees? We don't get winter here, so he can see fairies flying through flaming cow manure for all I care. Punxsutawney, Pennsylvannia must not have much else as a claim to fame if they depend on some sedentary rodent to bankroll them for the next 364 days.
And, in closing...I must comment on a memo I received today. Obviously a frequenter of my website, this person actually felt it necessary to compare me to Jesus Christ. Now, before I let a couple of PSI out of my oh-so-inflated ego, let's take the literality (my own word) out of my previous missive. Judas is a biblical character that is known throughout time as a bit of a backstabbing, deceitful person. So, in my reference, I simply used Judas as a metaphor for a current-day scenario. In NO way do I make any comparisons, literally or otherwise, to Jesus Christ. I may have resembled his likeness in my youth, what with my long, flowing locks and my unshaven appearance...but that's about as close as I'd care to go. This attempt to infuriate or humiliate me has done neither. In fact, I will be issuing a campus-wide memo that anyone not addressing me as "J.C." will not only be ignored, but they will be stricken with some hideous, deadly affliction...like a hangnail or a cold. And if they really anger me, I'll throw in athlete's foot just for grins. Et tu, Judas?
How ya like them apples? Please feel free to continue your anonymous contributions. One thing you'll never find me doing is hiding behind anonymity. I'll always be there...working diligently...while your life continues on in squalor.
If you get a laugh from this, then I appreciate your intelligence and your sense of humor. If you get any other feeling, then you probably need to examine your own life and choose the battles that you need to be fighting--obviously this isn't one of them. Any questions?
Until next time...
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