Please allow me to introduce myself

So, it's been a while then, eh? A perusal on the right hand side of the blog will show you that I've been doing this blog for a loooooong time. More off than on, sadly.  Of course, I was doing the podcast for a while, and had some awesome people on, and great chats. However: A) I found out I found myself far funnier and interesting than my guests or non-existent audience did B) Once I started working, I found I did not have time to seek out guests, prepare for a show, and be "on". It's hard to be "on" when you're me on a regular day, ya know? :)

So if you want to seek the podcast out, please do so, I'm proud of it. However, note it is not safe for work and I sometimes discuss highly inappropriate material...and I curse like a sailor, so please, be ok to handle the F Bomb and perhaps even the MF bomb a few thousand times.

So  I've decided that I'm gonna be a BIT less sharing than I have in previous versions.  However, I think I need to introduce myself:

I'm Ethan. I'm 48. I have a great wife named Vicki and a great son named Tobin who is 10. They are awesome and deserve medals for putting up with me as I can often be a dick, and a pain as I struggle to navigate the whole adult, what do I want thing. It's funny how sometimes no matter how old you get, you still feel like the little kid who is looking for the adultset to stop the bullies at the playground.

I went back to school and got a degree in something and I now work where I talk to alot of people about lot's of things.  I'm never gonna put anything directly from work on here, at all; info will be altered so art is not imitating life  so much, or whatever. I've been burned before by someone finding out something about a blog post....so ....

I talk to people, and they talk to me, and I don't work in sales and marketing. So that's all the detail you're going to get directly from me. I may say "a person said something interesting to me" etc. However, no one I encounter on a daily basis talking and connecting with is referenced here. So,, there.... sometimes I even talk to a couple of people at once (big sales seminars).

So, that's about it for right now. I think I've discovered less is more when it comes to blogging. I mean do you really want me to write pages and pages? I can, but I shall resist. What am  I gonna write about? Life, nothing about work, laughing, struggling, whatevering...... So come on take a look why don't you? I'm gonna try and update this regularly. I am not good at the artistic side of things so the blog may look a little lame, but there you go. Ok. More later!

Stockton and the 209

I know that I always say I'm gonna blog more... but I get tired.... and I come home from work, and by that time, my hands hurt and I come home and I see Vicki and Tobin, and I like, wanna hug my kid, and kiss my awesome wife, and feel that life has some redeeming, winning qualities as I try to navigate my way thru dark thoughts that I always have. So I apologize. I always have groovy, artistic intentions, it is just finding the time to exert energy for those groovy artistic hobbies while dealing w/ typical depression and anxiety and normal life stuff that is tough! I will try harder!!

Caught the awesome Connor McGregor vs. Nate Diaz fight Saturday. Amazing heart shown by Nate, to come back from being bloodied up in round one, to put Connor to sleep in round 2 (well, he didn't go to sleep, he tapped) w/ a rear naked choke

As far as pure athletes w/heart are concerned... No guys are tougher than Nick and Nate Diaz... Which further proves my feelings that boxing and MMA are art forms... sames as ballet, theatre, etc. The passion and emotion that these guys leave in the cage(even though they kvetch too much) is intense. Of course, The UFC, was trying to build Connor McGregor into their Floyd Mayweather. And he sure can promote a fight!! I usually don't buy into the hype.. .but i sure did here. I'm sure Dana White is sad that the poster boy who moved up 2 weight classes lost like a  wuss... but that's the fight biz!

When I came home and told Tobin about it, he sussed the events and ramifications  concisely like only a hip 7 year old can: "Well Dad, I guess the guy who was supposed to be the man, wasn't really the man after all!".. "Boom". I love that kid.

So, props to Vicki for letting me go watch it, Props to Nate Diaz for representing Stockton and the 209, and mega props to my awesome son for summing up in 1 sentence what MMA sports journalists have been writing huge articles about!

Had a decent week. Keeping my head above water. Looking for an internship thingy... we will see how that goes. Trying not to get too stressed or emotional. Living in the moment, and working on some cognitive techniques to change the way I look at things so the dark blanket of thoughts I have doesn't cover me.. .It's workin!