I got to spend a few days w/ Brooke before taking her to the airport on Christmas eve - that was def the best part of the holidays by far. Dad and I got out and played some golf w/ DJ Sparkles as our personal caddy on an unbelievably beautiful day for late December [or April for that matter]. It wasn't hard to tell that it'd been months since I last touched a club.
Grandma Salter's was different this year too; mainly b/c Mom + Robert left for Houston on the morning of the 25th but also b/c it just sort of seems like Josh + I don't fit in that well anymore. I think a lot of this is due to the fact that we're not married w/ kids or anything but I also know there's more to it. It's always nice to spend time w/ them but it just doesn't feel like it used to - it's always so sad to see family begin to 'disintegrate' after grandparents start dying but that's just the natural way that things work.
The rest of my time back home was spent hanging out w/ Josh [def our most time together since hs], getting the guys together for our annual wartown soccer match, playing some touch football in the middle ga wetlands, PS3, a night at kipper's for #28 [27 def wasn't all that I hoped/expected but I feel pretty good about where I am] and a quick stop by Brooke's to check on her apt before heading back to Atlanta.
Work during the holidays is always super dead [as you can see] but it's nice to get paid to take care of a few things + chill a bit. I'm really looking forward to playing football on the ITP Strikers off week tomorrow night + absolutely can't wait until I pick Brooke up from the airport Thursday morning.
BoH @ the Tab + a little keg party downtown sounds like the perfect way to usher in 2010 if you ask me - it's going to be a great year!
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A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.
"Not very long," answered the Mexican.
"But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.
The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.
The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"
"I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."
The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."
"And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."
"How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.
"Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.
"And after that?"
"Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"
"Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.
"After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."
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