Why "Living In Dog Years" you might ask? Well that's how I intend to live the rest my days on this planet. Dogs have much shorter life span than humans. Most put it as a ratio of 7 to 1. Yet they can still lead a forefilling existence. I plan on cramming 7 years of happiness into every lap around the sun.

As usual I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's rewind a bit.

A few weeks ago it was my 45th birthday. All in all not a bad day. I slept well, I had a good supper, I spent a little time with my family. Chris baked me a birthday cake ( super chocolate with chocolate frosting  my favorite). Then it was time to go to work. This is where the day took a 180. My job is a crappy one. So crappy I couldn't get my birthday off. I've already resigned myself to this fact, so I kissed my wife and grandbaby goodbye and headed on in.

The first couple of hours were pretty uneventful. Then out of nowhere I started having stomach pains. I spent the next few hours pulling over trying to find a bathroom every 20 mins. I finished out the night in agony. The next day, still horribly sick, I went to the E. R. where I was diagnosed with diverticulitis. Not a death sentence, but not the most comfortable thing to live with. The main causes of which are poor diet and stress. I took it as a birthday card/wake up call from Mother Nature ...( Hello... Welcome to middle age.)...So I had to make some changes.

A couple of days later Anthony and I were talking about all this. I was saying that I needed to find a different line of work. I said anything would be better. I could work at office supply store and be happy selling ink pens and toner. I could work at a pet store and be happy selling fish food and playing with puppies all day. Anything at all would be better than my needlessly stressful job.


Note this post started to get really long so I broke it up into smaller bite sized chunks. To be continued...