First and foremost, if you’re a member of #the2300, this is not an attack on you personally (well, maybe 3 of you, but none that I follow or that follows me.) This is just my opinion of the group as a concept.

Twitter is my social group. As sad as that may sound, it’s the truth. Because of my work schedule (12-16 hrs a day, 14 days in a row,) I don’t get a lot of time for socializing & spending time with friends watching a game or just bullshitting about whatever topic comes up anymore, so I turned to twitter. I’m blessed with a job that allows me a lot of free time to access it throughout the day. My one OCD characteristic requires I read every tweet in my timeline, no matter how late it is or how badly I need sleep.

Twitter is where I go to share something I found humorous, whether it’s a video, a picture, or just something that popped in my head. It’s also where I go to express my frustration at life or at work or with a date who claims Godsmack saved her life.

Like I said, twitter is my social life, I’ve selected about 300 people whose words & thoughts I enjoy reading, it’s my own little club where I get to select the content. That’s why I don’t get #the2300 anymore.

I don’t need a social club within my social club. I don’t want to have to go to a separate site. I don’t wanna repeat the same old tired Ticket bits to (mostly) spare local celebs every night of the week. I don’t want to be told 100 times a day how great our club is and how great the guy who started it is. I don’t want to have to worry about one day maybe being tweeter of the week. I don’t want to read people desperately begging celebs over and over for a “twitterview.” I don’t want to have to clean up the mess in my pants when someone calls in to a postgame show and mentions our club’s name.

So I don’t.

I’m still able to talk to who I want and enjoy what people have to say throughout the day without a hashtag.

So I do.

I had my kids last week during a school week thanks to my new work schedule. One drawback to this is that I live 20 minutes away from their school so an hour between the end of school and baseball practice turns into finding entertainment in Paradise (pop. 951) for 45 minutes and then again between baseball practice and my oldest daughter’s school open house. We decided dinner would be good before open house, so we went to the little Finish Line cafe, had a great meal, then walked out. Ran into my ex father-in-law there too.

About an hour later, I get a call from my ex saying her stepdad had called her and she asked if maybe I’d forgotten to pay.

I had.

Shit.

Just walked right out, family in tow, and never even thought to pay the bill. Never felt more stupid in my life.

Made it back right before closing time.

Waitress got a huge apology and a 33% tip. She mock-scolded me and laughed it off. Small towns are good for some things.

Had another senior moment (#2) over the weekend but forgot what it was (#3)

Yep, this blog’s turning out like my last attempt. Hopefully I’ll get it together soon.

Today should be interesting. Finally fell asleep around 1230, up at 2:45, leave the house at 3, at work at 4, now I’ll be here for 14 hours or so. Luckily if I need to, I can point my chair a certain way and take a little 20-minute power nap. 5 or 6 of em if I need to.

tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Australia/New Zealand

I really have no idea what’s going to go here in the future, hopefully something.  My main outlet right now is twitter and sometimes you need more than 140 characters and tweetlonger is annoying.  Gonna play with this for a few days, decide if it’s gonna be family friendly or not.  Probably not.  I need a diary-type thing and stuff I usually want to write is gonna be written like I talk (without the southern accent.) 

In short, my name is Brandon.  I’m a 35 year old divorced father of 3 kids.  I work in the oilfield, but I want need to get out of there as soon as I can.  It drives me crazy.  I make a good living, have a pretty nice house, drive a nice pickup, have enough left over to buy toys, but I have to put in 80+ hours every week to get it.  Just this week I had 92 hours.  It’ll make the paycheck nice, but I also have no life.  I live in a motel room from Monday-Saturday one week, then Monday-Friday the next week.  I take every other Saturday off so I can have my kids on the weekend. I want to go back to school, but I still have no idea what I want to do.  Let me rephrase that.  I know 50 things I want to do, I just can’t decide.  I have $32k in GI Bill money just sitting there waiting on me to decide.  What scares me even more is how I’m gonna keep up with my bills once I go to school because this job is not something I can do part time.  

Anyway, you don’t care about any of that, I’ll leave it at that tonight.  Hopefully this won’t be like my last blog, which still has one post on it from 8 years ago. Still there as far as I know.