Storytime with the new TLDs

I wish I was .rich. You know, tons of .money. I could spend it on a .farm and have a .horse. Live off the .land, plant .flowers, .garden and .eat .organic. Get down with the .earth and go .fishing. I don't want to take out a .loan, and the idea of a .mortgage and house .insurance sounds daunting, but a rad .estate where I could .work outside all day sounds fantastic. Maybe I could make and .trade my own .jewlery too. I'm no .expert on .finance but as of right now I'm not at a place in my .career where I can make this sort of leap. Maybe one day I'll own my own .business and be the .ceo. I'll be calling all the shots and rolling in .gold.

Not to get all .blue on you but let it .beknown that rather than dreaming about being .rich I'd probably be happier if I could just .meet a .hot .gent. I'm not so great at .dating but I think about the .day I get a .diamond on my finger, have a .wedding, take in a .pet then eventually have a .baby and start a .family.

Until then though I'm going to blow my money on .music .tickets and .nationwide and .international .vacations. .Party and maybe go on .tour with my favorite .band, become one of their biggest .fans and .dance all the time to gnarly rifts of the .guitars. I'll .voyage the seas on .luxury .yachts and .cruises, see the world, buy a new .camera and take up .photography. I'll create a .gallery with all my .pictures and .photos and .hangout with .cool people.

As for today, this .lifestyle still feels a ways off. I'm going to drink some .coffee and get back to my day job .marketing on the .web, pushing .video and working with .online .technology .solutions. I'm still learning how to balance my .energy while working behind a .computer in an .office but I'm getting there. Not to say my head isn't in the .cloud but in my .heart I know I am very happy with this .life I already .live.

I'm the .dad of three amazing boys. .Life can be funny, one minute you're riding .motorcycles, drinking .beer and heading to the big .party, and the .next minute you're running after .kids and picking up .toys.

My oldest son wants to grow up to .design with .Lego. He can .build just about anything with them. He does well in .school, enjoys playing .soccer, and is a great big .brother.

My three year old is obsessed with the .movie Charlotte's .Web and sings all the .music from it. We are currently potty .training him - he's still trying to figure out .how it .works. He and his older .brother .love to put swim diapers on their heads and .play .ninja.

We also have a nine month old .baby. Most of the time his brothers treat him like a .pet. Our nine month old is just starting to .cruise around the .house. His .mom takes lots of .pictures of him. Having a .baby in the .house means his .mom and I drink a lot of .coffee.

What I do for .work doesn't quite make sense to them. They know I do something .online, work with the .web and 'something about .hosting'. They sometimes think I'm a pilot because I .talk about the .cloud a lot.

My wife is amazing. She makes our .house a .home for me and the .family. She definitely deserves more .vacations, or at least more .date nights. We used to .dance a lot more before we had three .kids. Now it's attending networking .events or a night at the .irish .pub drinking .beer or .wine (sometimes .vodka, depending on .how the week has gone) just finding time to .talk.

I wouldn't .trade any of it for the .world. My .kids and .family are my .life and I .love them with all of my .heart. And even though I may have to apply for .finanicalaid after sending three of them to .college - being a .dad is pretty .cool.

At this point I'd been working for the .agency for over a year. My .associates were all decent enough people but .one in particular seemed to catch my fancy more than the others in the .office. If it wasn't for the silly .信息 tramp stamp she'd be almost perfect. What does that even mean anyhow? Who knows, she must have got it when the random Asian language .tattoo was all the craze. Her name was .Ally and she was a .lawyer for our in .house council. A guy I worked with that we all .call pMo told me that he saw her at the .club .one time; he said she liked to do the invisible .horse riding .dance and that it was a .total .lamer move. Personally speaking, I had seen .pics and found it to be downright .sexy.

Anyhow, I've gotten way .off track. .Ally seemed to .like .George, this .Swiss guy who was an .accountant, and thought he was the .best thing since .hot .apple pie. I didn't get it .George was a .Republican and .Ally was a .Democrat, .George drove a .new .Lexus and .Ally would only .drive a .KIA, .George was a .Catholic and .Ally always said she didn't believe in a "magical .man in the .sky"; the list could go on and on but I'll stop right there. .George wasn't even a nice guy; .one .day I saw him punch .baby. I'm not kidding, he ran right up to the .kid at a .restaurant in .Miami and punched him.

"Want to go get a .beer? This meeting .sucks," it was .Ally, oh shit.

".Yes?" Why the hell did I answer in the form of a question.

"I'll .buy," she had the biggest .smile when she said it. "Could be .wine if you don't .like .beer, or .coffee, .pizza, whatever."

My .social skills left a bit to be desired. All through .school, even .college, I was a bumbling idiot when I'd try to .chat with any girl, "Um, I'm supposed to .drive .Chloe to the .shop to get her .LandRover." Did I really just say that? Ugh!

"Oh, well ok. Let me know when you're .able to .meet with me; I want to .show you some important information," she walked away.

I thought I should .run and .chase her, tell her I changed my mind, tell her I .love her. That's exactly what I did. Well, the running and chasing part at least. When she turned around to see what crazy person was coming up behind her so .fast I tripped, stepped on her .green .shoes, knocked her into the .supply .room, .ink refills spilled all over her, and I happened to .land right on .top of her.

"Sorry?" Another stupid response in the form of a question.

".WTF, .RICH! Not .cool. You just ruined my .clothing!" .Ally was seriously not happy and her face had turned bright .red.

"I'll just go .home," I was embarrassed but didn't .care anymore; I have to be the biggest klutz on planet .Earth.

"No, I shouldn't be so mean. You didn't do it on purpose," even when she was mad and a mess she was still so full of .beauty.

"I changed my mind, can we still go to the .bar and get that .glass of .beer .now?" I was sure she would never say yes, I was sure she would break my .heart.

".Yes," that word was like .music to my ears. "Let's go have some .fun."

To be continued...maybe

In a former life, I was a .Vodka.

It is possible that I just had too much .Viking .

There once was a .man from Nantucket...

The .persiangulf .showed its toll on the .oldnavy .brother. His .seat was alone at the .bar, only .talking to his .beer. The .sling had been removed, but the arm still felt .hot .and itchly where the .medical .patch had been.The .fun of being ,.home again was starting to fade. His .gal had left, the old .pub had closed, his family .casa torn down to build .apartments... How could he .discover a .place to fit in .here? He used to be one of the .winners, .now he was almost a .charity .case.

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