Crow’s Feet

I owe all of you an apology…

This is my second hiatus from my blog-spot since I established it in August of last year.  I’m going to rely once again on the excuse that my life is complicated and I often succumb to distraction, never mind that were you a proverbial fly on the wall of my life you would no-doubt blame my absence on whiskey.  However, you would be wrong.

GrandfatherLike a loving wife, I hope you will once again receive me back into your good graces and sit with me while I offer a few recent events that will explain my momentary exodus.  In addition to receiving a job offer after 252 days of unemployment, a week ago last Friday, I became a grandfather.  A grandfather.  Hmmm. Continue reading

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A Dog’s Best Friend

People suck…

Dog www.GuyOliverSpeaks.com

OK; that’s not entirely true; I’m just feeling a little misanthropic. That’s because I’m sitting at a sports bar nursing a beer, having just returned from the Williamson County Regional Animal Shelter.  Allow me a moment to provide some context.

Two weeks ago I was having lunch with my friend Karoline at Rudy’s BAR-B-Q in Round Rock.  She had taken the morning off to pick up some furniture at the Ikea there and invited me to lunch. I’ve known her for more than 15 years.  We’ve seen each other through a divorce and two marriages each.  I’ve worked with her, for her, and near her, and although I’m three or four years her senior, she’s like a big sister to me. Continue reading

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Cat-atonic

CAT www.GuyOliverSpeaks.comI’m exhausted.

It’s funny; if you’re in the dwindling majority who remain gainfully employed, you must be wondering what is so fatiguing about my life.  I practically brag about the relaxed pace of my so-called schedule: get up, have coffee with family, shuffle the 40 paces to my office, get online, check e-mail, check FaceBook, check the news, apply for work, graduate to beer (or whiskey), work on this blog, watch Netflix, leave my office, turn on some music, sit at my bar, graduate to beer and whiskey, eat dinner, go to bed. Continue reading

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