Work and then...Work

I had great plan  for this blog and all that I would say on it.  When I started it I had thoughts of me sitting in some cafe pondering the meaning of life and in some way trying to convey that to the masses.  But sadly my valiant efforts have come to no avail.  

I think that the problem stems from how I observe the day day ahead of me.  When I get home from work in the morning I weigh in my mind what I want to do.  I look at my list of things that need to be accomplished that day and then decide what order to do them in.  More often then not my desire to sleep far surpasses my desire to do anything else.  When I awake I begin to form a list in my mind of what is left to do and blogging usually falls way down at the bottom if it makes it at all.  But I am making a effort and hopefully there will be more to come.

Work and then work a little more.  This is going to be my life for a little while, now that I have taken on another job.  I  have come to realize that when I work someplace I think that I give part of my soul to them.  I have yet to leave a job and not go back at least one time to work for them.  So now I am back at Auntie Anne's managing the store at Promenade.  This is going to cause me to be working some crazy hours but in the long run it will be worth it.  So if any of you dont hear from me for awhile, I am not dead.  I may feel as though I am but I am not so give me a call and I might be awake to say hello.

Baby On Board

So I woke up this morning and had a revelation, I am an adult. Being 22 you would think that I would have realized this just a tad bit soon, but truthfully though I may have thought it a few times I dont think that it truly hit me until today. I think that it was a little kick that brought this revelation to my attention. My wife and I were sitting in the living room, watching one of the many home remodeling shows that we are both insanely addicted to, when she called me over to feel the baby kick. Oh, by the way, for those of you who are not "in the know" my wife Kyleigh and I are expecting a little girl in April. So, after pulling myself out of a bathroom remodeling trance I walked over to the couch and put my hand on her stomach. I have gone through this a few times in the last few weeks but up to that point I had felt nothing. But as I sat there pondering why the couple on TV ever thought that pink tile was the way to go I felt a small kick.

The power behind that little kick amazed me. It was as if she was saying " hey I am here and I will be out there soon so you better be ready." At this juncture I would like to make one think clear. I have not been living in a closet the last 5 months. I did know that my wife was pregnant and that the end result of that would be a baby that I was responsible for. I had seen the sonograms at the doctors office, where they pointed out the little hands and feet and told us the gender. But, at that moment when she kick my hand it was as if it all became unbeleivably real.

Now I begin to wonder how am I going to mold this young mind that I am bringing into the world. How will I know what to do with a child when sometimes I feel as though I am still one? As I pondered these things I began to realize that there was only one thing to do in this situation, run from the room screaming, no not really. But I did realize that turning this over to the Lord was the only option in this situation. Many times that does not even cross our minds when we encounter hardship. Instead we wonder what it is that we will do next and how it will affect us.

So there is a baby on the way in the Brewer household and we are more then just excited. But I am warning you to be ready. Because in a few months you might be sitting at home and here the phone ring. When you answer it I might be on the other end screaming. So be ready because I am putting everyone on speed dial.

What Is the Hurry??

So I was sitting around the house yesterday talking with my wife and mother and pondering the meaning of life.  Someone mentioned a blog and it acurred to me that I should start one.  I knew that there were people out there that could benefit from my vast knowledge of the world and all that it entails.  This thought process is what spawned this site and thus as put me on the path of becoming a "blogger".  

I think that the biggest problem that seems to plague most bloggers is what exactly to write about.  Not that my ten minutes on a blog site even gives me the right to call myself a blogger or even comment on what they are thinking.  I am not trying to say that I will always know what to write about, but I hope that I can provide some sort of entertainment to those that choose to read what I post.  

Some of you may wonder what exactly the title of this blog means and why I chose it.  I don't know that many people out there look at the title of things as intricately as I do but in any event it is very important to me.  The title is like the face of the story or blog that you.  It tells you what it is about and how you should feel when you begin to read what is before you.   So what was I thinking when choosing the title for my new up and coming blog?  Well, as some of you may know I work at QuikTrip so I am obviously in the customer service business.  Since I work the overnight shift I see people that are from all walks of life.   But even though they are all different I see similarities in all of them. Some of these similarities are subtle and can only be seen by the sharpest of eyes.   So as I stand behind the counter observing all the people that enter my little QuikTrip kingdom I see one aspect that stands out above all others.  Inpatients.

Here I am now what is next.  This mentality seems to be taking over America.  Nobody seems to care about where they are and what is going on around them, instead they are already thinking about what they are going to be doing three things down the road.  

One of my mothers favorite stories about me as a kid involves this mindset.  As a kid I was the worst about never focusing on the present but instead thinking about what is coming next. Whenever we got into the car I would say "Mom where are we going?" satisfying my curiosity my mother would tell me what location we where heading for thinking this would satisfy me.  " But what about after that?"  This question would undoubtedly follow my mothers answer, since I must know what is next and then what come after that.  This attitude is normal in a 3 to 5  year old because they are still exploring the world and are soaking up so much information that where they are currently at is not enough.  

So as I look at people on street and the few people that I see between the hours of 11 and 6 I wonder "whats the hurry?"  I hope that I can instill in my little girl, to be born in April, the idea that when going through life one must not constantly be looking for the exit and the path to the next event. Instead it is better to savor where you are and learn that just because there are other things to do and other places to be does not mean that where you are is not important.

This may just sound like a blog that some college student decided to start so that he could post about how he sees the world with hopes that someone will except him and think he is cool.  Sadly this is not what it is, I have long since crossed that birdge of college student.  I did the hippie hair and I studied abroad where I read poetry while at a cafe in Rome.  Instead this is just something I thought would be fun and interesting.  I cannot promise that all my post will be meaningful and insightful but I hope that maybe a few people will read it a couple of times.  So this is the end of my first blog and hopefully it will get better with time so if you are out there and you are reading this epic that I have written then leave me a comment the good the bad and the ugly.