C Note(s)

The other day I was given another compliment on my ability to kiss. I feel I can be puffy chest, loud and proud, as this is not the first time I've heard this. I'm pretty good at the Kissing Game: My First Kiss. Not gonna lie, I love the act of the kiss. In fact the first kiss with someone, to me, is the most intoxicating. There's no replacing the adrenaline coursing through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest that it threatens to escape through my ribs, and then... contact. MMMM, MMM, good! Granted I've encountered a kiss from a girl that was ... let's just say, not as enjoyable as others, but still fun. I'm sure the same could be said about my kisses, but after the most recent compliments I'm gonna be so bold as to state that it's one of my anchor points of my dating game. While practice makes progress, I like to think passion for a skill is a game-changer. As I said, I love kissing. It's so intimate, sensual, and intoxicating, that I

Halloween is right around the corner so I thought I would stroll down memory lane about my past Halloween's. More like my "last" Halloween: Trick or Treat. My "last" Halloween of trick or treating was a watershed moment in my adolescence. You see, it all started when I wanted money. That's right, greed. I wanted money to purchase items that tween boys like, such as candy, comics, video games, etc. My parents never subscribed to an allowance like my friends because they felt house chores are part of the community, needed to be contributed to, and more importantly, done for free. I was 13 years old, so I couldn't find employment in the work force, but save for one: managing a newspaper route. I thought, "Alright fine. A paper route it IS!" And my Dad wouldn't agree to signing the papers for me until I agreed to joining the Boy Scouts since I just completed Cub Scouts and didn't want to continue with it. Again, fine, I'll do w

I'm usually not fired up enough by news reports that warrants an online response. However, the local recent headline of "Fifth Team To Forfeit to Archbishop Murphy" has done exactly that. The question at hand is: do you fight or forfeit - who actually wins? What am I specifically talking about? I'll tell you. Through the first 3 games the Archbishop Murphy Wildcats have won and outscored their opponents for an incredible 173-0. Then the next team to play was Sultan High School, which they forfeited to the Wildcats citing unfair competitive edge, player size, and that it would be unwise and unsafe to play. YOWZA! T.E.A.M. (Together Everyone Achieves More)  My immediate reaction originated from a boy who wasn't selected to be on the high school team, let alone have any playing time. That boy was me! I'm confident I had (have) the skill needed to excel as a competitor but was never given the chance. I gaffed it off as nothing because in my 4 years of hi

As part of my gear as a supervisor (Supervisor In Training - SIT) is a store issued, handheld radio. At first it's fun because it's new and shiny with insight into a world you don't know as a cashier or non-radio holder. And then ... that luster wears off quickly as you realize why everyone doesn't have a radio. It's for good reason, too. I usually joke, "It's all fun and games at Costco until someone gives you a radio." No one is taught the proper use of a radio, how it functions, or even radio etiquette (yes, there's a decorum to follow) One would think for all the Costco University classes, modules, and continuing development courses, that there would be one to address radio use. There isn't! Radio check, 1, 2, 3 A large portion of my frustration stems from my experience as a technical licensing holding amateur radio operator aka HAM. My call sign: KF7LGI. And another portion of my frustration is my experience of being a part-ti

Seriously, y'all. Quit creepy clowning around! In fact, I find it ridiculous that I am even posting an entry to address this recent trend. But here I am, writing about it. I wanna get back to the basics: Grimaldi, sweet, and fun type of clowns. I realize this message will not be read by the very people it's directed to. That much, I get. However, those that are part of the this creepy clown cycle that do read this can break the cycle of negativity. You know, a love-conquers-all type of approach. As much as I've been able to source out, the first 2016 creepy clown sighting that was documented  was in Greenville, South Carolina. The full article was written by Matthew Teague of The Guardian , and be read in detail here . But here's the introduction: T he first person to spot a clown, the patient zero in the current  epidemic  of threatening clowns sightings spreading across the US, was a little boy at a low-income apartment complex in Greenville, South Carolina.

Fall is in full effect. That tells me school's in session, the yearly routine starts again, and traditional events are about to kick off. One of which is Homecoming! Many of my adult friends have children that are teenagers now. Tells me, I'm getting old!  In high school, I pretty much could take or leave Homecoming Dance. Since it's centered around returning residents, and alumni, and I'm the oldest in the family, it wasn't a big deal. I never really had no desire to be elected Homecoming King, so I never pushed myself to do all that I needed to be selected. However, that being said, as an adult, homecoming has a completely different and more meaningful definition to me. I understand that “you can’t go home again” has entered American speech to point out how human nostalgia is weighted with both an inaccurately positive bias ("Absence makes the heart grow fonder") and an inability to appreciate the changes wrought by time on places and people we