Too late to apologize?

My recent bugaboo is excessive apologizing. Seems as though I've harped on anyone who has used the word "sorry" to me, of late. It can get old. My motto: Don't apologize for that which you cannot control. Although I'm guilty of it, too, for sure.

But then this afternoon, as I prepared for my game tonight (another L), the One Republic song Apologize came across my iPod. All right, so it was the Lil Wayne remix version, but still--it got me thinking...

Can it really sometimes be "too late to apologize?"
Or does the old adage "better late than never" apply here, too?

In the spirit of covering my bases, let's find out. Going to try and think of anyone who deserves an apology from me.

I'm also going to attempt to be discreet, in an attempt to be "publicly private," if you will. Here goes...

TK: Not going to lie, you're the driving force behind this entire blog--aside from the kick-start from One Republic, of course. I'm sorry for what I said in a blog 13 days ago. Though sincere, it was a horrible approach, and not the time or the place for it. I know you saw it, and not sure you'll see this--or that you even care anymore. But I shouldn't have done it, and I'm quite sorry. It's been a horrendous year-plus, and I just get frustrated very easily these days (no excuse). If you see this, your forgiveness would be greatly appreciated.

Cat who showed up a couple months ago, and never left: I'm sorry I broke your foot. I'm not sorry that I slide you out of the way when you're in the doorway. And I'm not sorry about always telling you I hate your species. Cats are stupid. See, no remorse. I didn't break your foot on purpose. You shouldn't have been standing right behind me while I was playing catch. So it's really your own fault. But still...I didn't see you there when I stepped back, and I feel a little bad--so I'm sorry about that.

DS: You will never read this, and probably couldn't care less, but I was a bad friend to you. I quit talking to you (and several other female friends) when I was with my now ex-girlfriend 2+ years ago. She was an insanely jealous psychopath, and it was the only way to keep her happy--at least temporarily. We were once very close friends, you and I. You've since deleted me from your life, and it's all my own doing. I maybe should have handled that better, and I didn't. I'm sorry.

AW: I'm just sorry--in general. I really don't even need to elaborate. It's worked out for you, and that's so awesome. Me? Eh.

JB: We had us a pretty dramatic debacle last year, eh? I was caught in the middle of a situation having nothing to do with me, and didn't know what to do--or say, and to whom. Seems to have worked out, since all seems copacetic nowadays, but still...it was a tough spot, and another situation I maybe should have handled better. I'm sorry.

Self: Dear me, I'm sorry I keep you up at night making you think about silly nonsense. I keep telling you that I'll work on it, and I really am trying. It's just hard. So shut up. Still...sorry. I'm also sorry I haven't been living up to the standard of ethics I've set for you/me. I'll continue working on that, too. Thanks for understanding, self. Yeah, no problem--that's what I'm here for.

God: I'm sorry for not talking to you more often. Sadly, it's often when I need you most that I forget to talk to you. Silly, huh? I'll continue to try and do better.

All: I'm sorry I haven't been able to provide you with anything more interesting to read--especially lately. I honestly have no idea who all even reads this nonsense. Sometimes, I'm led to believe that I have upwards of 100+ readers on a few things I've written. But most the time, I wonder if it's more than 5. Regardless, apology to the masses. I expect more of myself, and you should, too.

Finally: To anyone who's ever said "sorry" in a situation that didn't really call for it (myself included)...

Here's a 9-second video. Enjoy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-VP8wnFwo8

Do the right thing,
Derrick

Thankful for laughter...now where did I put it?

Every day seems to bring a new reason for sorrow. Just today, I discovered some news that would devastate at least 601 people (at the 2000 census) simultaneously if they all found out (only a few know). Perhaps best they don't. Epic panic would probably ensue.

BUT...

This is not about that.

It's time to focus on happy things. The little things.

You know what, let's take it a step farther. It's November. I'm not a big Thanksgiving guy, but why not dive in? Let's talk about things I'm thankful for (SO not the direction I planned to take this blog less than a minute ago)...why not? Everyone else seems to be.

I'm thankful for...

My dog, Pete. He may be fat and ugly (traits we probably share), but no matter how many girls get on my nerves, Pete's always around. I'm reminded of Carrie Underwood's song The More Boys I Meet...well, to paraphrase:

"The more [girls] I meet, the more I love my dog."

I figure if Pete can smile, I might as well. Seriously, look--he's smiling in the picture. How awesome is that?


I'm also thankful for...

Technology:
- My BlackBerry (the phone, not the fruit)
- Having texts waiting for me when I wake up
- Text messaging in general
- My Macbook. Macs are much better than PCs. If you disagree, we might not be friends.
- My iPod--it's purple, and I like it

People:
- My family...most the time.
- New friendships
- Old friendships that last
- Friends who are better friends than they realize
- Really beautiful women

Sports:
- The opportunity to play something I love (basketball)
- Chicago Cubs, Bulls, Bears

Possessions:
- Flip-flops
- Cubs hats...all of them
- Books, movies

I could probably go on. But I'm (finally) getting tired, and I think you get the picture. This is not exactly a productive blog, but oh well. Lastly, a little joke to go out on...

Two old men were fishing off a bridge as they had done daily for many years. Suddenly a funeral procession came down the road.

The one old man reeled in his line, lain down his pole, faced the street and bowed his head until the procession had passed. He then picked up his pole and started fishing again.

The other fisherman was amazed and stated "I didn't know you were that religious."

The other looked at him and said "Least I could do, we've been married 42 years."

Do the right thing,
Derrick

Here come the butterflies...

Three days, three blogs. Well, sort of. It's after 1 AM. I think there's a light in the kitchen tonight for my milk jaunt later, no worries.

Stepped out of my box and got the faux-hawk today. Brit hated the idea, but I hope she'll still be my friend. :)

Here are two with "stuff" in my hair...


And here is one with it flattened down (but not really combed)...


This blog will feature more pics, and not a lot of substance. Bear with a brother, eh?

PAUSE: This is where I went brain dead for approximately 47 seconds--Jennifer Nettles was just on my TV screen. She's the lead singer of Sugarland. I want to have her babies. Wait, that's not right. Is it? I digress...

Final preparations:

Bought new running shoes today: Nike Air Zoom Structure Triax 12

These babies better be ready to run!

And this is what I'll be listening to during each and every run:

Purple iPod nano. Yes, I said purple. Big whoop, wanna fight about it? I like it.

Tomorrow's task list:
- Rework iPod. Create several various playlists to be ready for whatever my mood deems fit on a given day.
- Weigh in. I'll check, and keep track of my weight each day, and report it on here every Friday after that (since July 31st is a Friday). Side note: Maybe I'll measure my height, too--let's see if I shrink any more, while we're at it. :)
- Shave legs. Yeah, I said it. Resistance, holmes.
- Walk around house (while putting final touches on some needed re-arranging) wearing new running shoes. Thought about a pre-July jog to loosen them up, but don't want the least bit of soreness heading into Wednesday.
- Write (either via post or message) anyone who I feel the need to holler (mostly the ones I won't be able to be in contact with) at before my month-long hiatus.
- Write one last brief post here, with weight check, final thought or two, etc.
- Be in bed by 12 PM (should be sooner, but I'll probably enjoy a final few minutes on FB and MySpace before I conk out).

I think that's it for tonight. Milk time.

D, out.