Wow now that is a good one. I haven't answered one of these in awhile.  But this one... I just can't resist.  Perhaps part of the reason it's so easy for me to answer this one is the fact that I talk to myself way, way, way too much.  Most of the time I'm going over ideas in my head for ways I could make some residual income that would allow me to spend more time with the people I love while doing something to help make other peoples lives a little easier.  Most of the time I'm explaining to myself why I can't possibly get some of these ideas implemented.

Darn it.... now I'm mad at myself.

Hey folks.  I've started a new blog experiment.  Check out the following site and let me know what you think, good or bad:

http://www.the312thousanddollarblog.com/

I've had this dream of getting paid to spend more time living in the Internet.  This is yet another adventure in that direction.  If I can make this work, I am officially an Internet Marketing genious.

Good people of Zaadz, I wrote this article this evening in a rage after reading a Forbes article bashing this car. I want one bad. What about you?

http://www.frankgilroy.com/2007/06/found-my-new-car-smart-fortwo.html

I think we should all get behind this car based on the fuel efficiency alone.  Let me know what you think.  And if you agree with me...  Digg it!

Hey folks!  To those of you who know me, this simple article may bring a tear of joy to your eye.  For those of you who don't, well you may think I'm nuts.  If you're part of my family and still think I'm nuts, well you may not know me as well as you think you do.

On June 4th, 2007, at the age of 36 I once and for all figured out what my dream is!

"It is my dream to become a full time photographer and explorer of the Internet."

Now that might seem like a silly and simple dream to most of you.  But in my mind it does imply a few things.  First of all, since I have a family of 5 that I love and feel responsible to feed and cloth, it means I have a dream to get "paid" to do these things.

I obvisouly don't know yet exactly what this dream is going to mean in my life yet, but for now it means I'm going to spend more time giving in to my "addictions" and that you're going to hear a whole lot more from me!

See ya around ...

I tend to associate the word chore with the negative... if I consider it a chore it, by definition, is probably not something I enjoy.  However, I've been trying pretty darn hard not to look at things this way any more, and I think I'm suceding.  My favorite thing to do these days, that I would have previously considered a chore is write.  LIke this blog post for example.

But right now I'm a little tired and hitting the hay.  Maybe I'll post more on this topic tommorrow, maybe I won't :)

Hey I can anser that one!  Sometimes these things make me think too much, and that can be painful :)  But I had too main best friends in childhoon.  One was a guy by the name of Jimmy R..  He was my best friend during the early grades, say Kindergarten to 2nd grade or so.  After that it was David H.  He was crazy.  He was that text book best friend that was the opposite of you, the guy you wanted to be able to act like sometimes.  I miss him quite often. 

OK, now please, please don't think I'm some kinda weirdo or sado-masacistic kinda person but something along the lines of this question occurred to me, just the other day in the shower.

I've recently come down with a case of poison ivy.  At times I can be very susceptible to this sort of thing.  I deserve it ... I mowed the lawn again shorts and flip-flops on, go figure.  But in the shower the other day, while I was feeling particularly ichy I let some pretty darn hot water run on my lower legs and ankles where the poison was really 'gettin' the ich on'. 

I can't descirbe in words the level of relief mixed with pain, mixed with what almost seemed like pleasure that I experienced.  I know, I know, I'm weird.  But what had me so surprised about it was the degree to which I experienced it, it almost made me dissy.

Anyway,  that's it.  This is one of the first times in recent memory that I've almost competely kicked poision ivy, on my own, without cortisone.  I think I might miss it in a pshyco sort of a way.

Ah yes, surprises.  Honestly, I think I'm surprised every day.  Today for example, I was surprised by everything from the vocabulary of my four year old son to the out-come of the Nascar race I was watching.  I think the cool thing about life is that you never really know what's coming. 

Yesteray for example I had grand plans of getting chores done all day, and it turned out I spent have the day in the doctors office for poison ivy (again!) and the other have of the day get a flat tire on my wife's mini-van fixed.

What the one thing that has surprised me the most as of late, is my ability to deal with these surprises themselves.  It seems the older I get the more 'laid-back' I get.  I think that's a good thing in many ways.  I just hope that I don't get so laid back that nothing surprises me any more.

Today is June 25th 2007 and I am going to write a book today.  I think it takes a pretty special person to sit down one day, make that simple statement, with no clue on how to do it or what the book will be about.  But that's what I did.  The paragraph you're reading right now was written on that great day.  I have no clue if or when the writing of this book will be complete but I can't wait to read the ending.

You see I've attempted this before.  I've thought long and hard about what it is that I think I'd have to offer the world in the form of a book.  I don't know why exactly, but I've also had this feeling deep down inside that I had something more to give to the human race.  And this is it, this book.

My name is Frank Gilroy.  I'm the son of a pretty simple couple of mid-western Caucasians of various (mostly Irish) cultural decent.  My father was a police officer for most of his life until finding out that he had a rare form of Muscular Dystrophy.  My mother was primarily a blue collar worker, doing everything from administrative work, to waitressing, to spending the bulk of her working life in the stock rooms and sales floors of a small college town's local K-Mart.

Not too interesting sounding yet huh?  I didn't think so either.  That's the main reason I had several false starts on the writing of a book.  What did I have to offer?  I'm primarily a Software Engineer (translated Computer Geek) by trade, although I dabble in Photography and Blog writing like a great many other people in the world these days.  I almost finished college with a degree in Computer Science but have been lucky enough to gain work without having motivated myself to get that damn degree finished.  So you see I'm a pretty regular yet average kinda guy.

The one thing however that has always nagged at me is my creativity and my honesty.  Neither of which is really all that spectacular in their own right, but together I'm thinking could make for interesting reading.  You see I really don't have that great of a command over the English language.  English is my only language unfortunately but it's not like I'm any phenomenal writer.  I had average grades in school and could put a fair sentence together but never felt as if I was always putting together complete thoughts or paragraphs. 

Recently however I've been told by several people, as I've attempted to a larger degree to make my presence known on the Internet, that I'm a pretty funny guy.  I said "me, I'm funny, you've got to be kidding right?"  But that's the feed back I was getting.  I've always loved being creative.  Love art and photography but never really made it the passion that I think is required to really be successful.  But people seem to think I'm pretty creative in the writing of some of my blog posts and things and have a fairly unique out look on life. 

In my mind, I'm simply brutally honest.  Or at least I try to be.  I pretty much wear my emotions on my sleeve and try to call things the way I see them without adding too much pomp and/or circumstance.  It seems that this rare form of honestly is considered rather refreshing these days.  So I thought I'd simply sit down and write out some thoughts, trying be as honest as I could about myself, and a few other hopefully more interesting topics. 

So here we go ...

Twitter, Twitter, Twitter!  I've been an active user of twitter almost since it's inception.  Twitter is a website that allows you to register and stay in contact with all your friends, aquaintances, lovers, family, and pets in the way they choose.  You can sign up with IM, by sending SMS text messages or strictly on the web.  I've even figured out ways of integrating it with my Jott account and e-mail.

Join twitter today!  It's free it's fun! 

... and don't forget to add me as a friend!

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