I'd Rather Be In Orange County

I have been wondering today about what drives people to do what they do. There are the basic needs that must be looked after of course, like food, shelter, companionship and chocolate. I am staying with some really driven people. One of the women that is taking the course with Louise is a mechanical engineer working for NASA. She will go to bed at 9:00 in order to get up to train at 4:00 AM. Okay, it has paid off as she is on the US team. I am inspired by her. A friend recently told me of his son who is a competitive swimmer who will do four hours of laps on a daily basis. I could go on and on, but you all know people that are that driven. Some will do this for their careers, working many overtime hours and taking on more and more responsibility in order to climb that corporate ladder. I knew one fellow that would go to work two hours early so that he could get work done without the daily interruptions. He would work late into the early evening so that he would avoid rush hour and get a little more uninterrupted work done. I think it did pay off for his career, but he didn't see his son during the week at all, because he would leave before his boy woke up and get home either after or just before bedtime. I guess it was worth it to him. I have never been that driven, I barely can finish this blog every night. I wish that I were, but there must be something wrong with me. Well, I know there is something wrong with me but there must be something else wrong with me. I would like to think that when I get back I am going to work harder at being the new and improved Ken. Stay tuned! Today I spent some quality time at Jack-In-The-Box. He is a very satisfying clown. Not sexually satisfying (well, maybe, but I don't have first hand experience), but I left feeling full in stomach and wallet. Those are the two things that are most important to me when leaving a restaurant.  The rest of the day was spent on the beach watching the waves crash against the beach and walking along said beach. There is something that I find so primal about the ocean. I sat for quite a while just watching the people wandering along the beach and others in their wet suits surfing.  Anyways, not much to write about except that I spent the day in shorts and a t-shirt when the people back in Calgary spent at least part of the day pushing snow with a shovel.  All in all, I'd rather be in Orange County.