Dear John

Lost connections happen in everybody's lives.  Like a childhood friend that you wonder what happened to them or even a guy you liked working with that you wonder where they are now.  I have plenty of those and facebook isn't the answer for me.  As much as I would like to know what happened to Adam, Jim, Mike, or especially Jessica, I'll probably never really know.  What sucks is seeing a Dear John letter, not literally but figuratively.  What happened to me in 2008/09 (unsure) doesn't concern me much but the way it happened does.  Imagine a woman who has lived with you for 2 years decides to leave by trying to move out unexpectedly on a rare workday Sunday.  I beat her to the assumed note that would have been left.  Why,  as a carpenter I stepped in puddle of thawing snow and needed to go home to change socks.  I found my home upside down with a woman in the midst of a dear john, yet not that far.  The dear john never came, but it might have been worse.  She took the cat too.  The cat hated her and returned it the next day.  The point is I would much rather have a clean decided break, than interfered with one-sided way that I interrupted.  Most of my past relationships with people have always had a reason and a clear cut reasons to cease interactions.  To interrupt a dear john is weird at best, and emotionally difficult at worst.  To lose a friend or acquaintance over time is acceptable, to lose one immediately and in the middle of a move out with cat in hand, is disturbing.

Cat is good and living well (lasted one day on the other side)
whoisamerica

The Liar

The Liar is an attorney that I faced off with years ago on the witness stand, but it still bugs me to this day.  He is now disbarred for stealing, and although I don't know the complete circumstances, I can speculate in my own head.  He stole from the company I work for because he would not own up to his mistakes for the sake of saving face to his wife.  He blamed me on the stand for his own perilous problems that he created and was determined to disrespect me and my company for his own mistakes.  I regret not being as aggressive as him in calling him a flat out liar, instead only being tactful in calling him dis-honest.  He didn't call me dis-honest, he called me a liar and not of good character.  Liar, bad, not of good character, worse.  He played the lie he told his wife of destroying her antique furniture on me.  All the while complaining to me that his wife will kill him for leaving that furniture exposed to the elements.  I should not have displayed the tact that I thought the courtroom deserved.  I should have called that liar out right then and there.  But I respectfully said yes/no and your wrong with no outburst that should have happened.  For the record he lost the case, but won an arbitrary  settlement for his wife's antiques.  We won, but he stole half back on lying and my courtroom tact.  If I ever step back into another courtroom, I hope I don't, I won't be nice, I learned that from an asshole attorney that cried in later statements about antiques to the judge.  When the roof is off the house, literally with antiques inside. don't trust a frugal lying lawyer that will later be disbarred for stealing.
Its been on my mind for a while, and still makes me irate to this day.
Whoisamerica,
Tact in America is lost

The incredible secret

Back when I was a naive and potentially persuaded individual (2006), I applied for a new job. I know that is crazy to me, as I'm about the only 1 to read this, but it's true. What was it I ask? I know the answer, I applied for the CIA. It was an interesting process actually. I found that the secrecy involved made me paranoid. Believe it or not I restrained from telling my pops. When I told my girlfriend at the time, I received a call the next day. Secrecy is important, and scary. To this day I am proud of how far I made it in their selection process. (1 step shy) I have yet to this day to receive mail in my box that does not have a post mark. I have scurried away all these documents and correspondences for my own self importance. Thank god that the CIA is selective and the dog walkers in front of my house are no longer CIA recruiters. But is that guy with the great dane a spy? Boy was I/am paranoid about this. whoisamerica.blogspot.com Eric P.S. The story is completely true, except for the great dane being a spy.

6 month guarantee

Match.com sucks. I want a woman in my life, this 6 month thing finds me wanting it even more. Why? Because they bet/promised me that that would happen, I fell for it. Now I am forced to save face and view/email random woman that I have no intention to see or date, in order win over match.com. I went from a idealistic opportunist to a incredibly naive bachelor that I started out as. I still don't want the match.com bet to go away, yet has match.com lived up to their bargain in this. I now am relegated to creating emails to women for the sake of beating match.com in their requirements. I emailed several women that I thought would email in return. Were they not interested, or were they complicit in the scheme? Now my matches all resemble hideous unicorns in half shell costumes of Igor-esk creatures.

crossward pussles?

Is it just me, or am I the lone individual that loves crossword puzzles that is less than 80 years old? Or I don't have a life? I love the intellectual stimulation and sarcasm that usually comes with this. What I hate is the misspelling of words that ultimately confuses me. The hole point of a crossword pussle is to expand the mind and vocabulary of the solver. How is it that the crossword makers now neglect spelling errors? When an I is an i don't give me an eye. Or a Aye. If you don't get it your a whole in the grind. whoisamerica.blogspot.com Eric funny how that blog spot is spelled wrong yet this is not (not a complete sentence) Who is America dot blog spot dot com (notacompletesentence)

country music

Country music is so soulful. That's why own a lap steel guitar that I can't make a tune out of. The point is when you listen to country music it reveals your own life in song. I am not a musically talented guy but I listen to lyrics and chords and hear my voice in song. Soulful is the word. 15 years is this summer for my high school reunion, and I listened to Rage, Metallica, AC/DC, and believe it or not a smitten of Shania Twain. I could have never foreshadowed my musical interest, even though the evidence was there. Too bad Tim McGraw already got her!
Eric,
whoisamerica.blogspot.com
Class of an interesting 1997 genre of music

occupy anything

It is clear to me that the protesters in NYC have no clue in the world. Mr. Wilson would be upset. All that time on their hands and they can't clean up after themselves. I occupy one household with one cat and myself and I rake leaves, mow grass, vaccuum carpets, dust, clean the toilet, do laundry, wash dishes (by hand), cook dinner, clean the litter box of the cat, and take out the garbage. I forgot, I work 45 hours a week as a carpenter with a degree in Marketing. Complain to me now. You still don't know who Mr. Wilson is either.
whoisamerica.blogspot.com
eric