That’s what my shrink calls it.
AKA: Mental Masturbation.
It’s 3:30 in the morning and I can’t sleep.
I can’t turn off my brain.
My head is searching for answers.
My heart is pleading for peace.
Both hurt.
TC is struggling.
I haven’t been talking much about her lately.
Another one of my head games I suppose.
If I don’t talk about her dying…
Maybe she isn’t.
She’s sad.
She cries all the time.
She’s scared.
And she misses Billy Goat.
I’ve been falling down on her.
“Self preservation” Mike calls it.
I’ve got to get back in the game.
Put my helmet and pads back on.
Face the opponent.
Death.
It’s hard though.
To suit up.
To fight.
When you already know the final score.
I worry about Dini’s boys.
All three of them.
It’s been 45 days since she died.
45 days.
Without her hugs and kisses.
Without her “I love you’s”.
Without her incredible smile.
It’s 4 a.m.
I’m tired.
I need sleep.
But I can’t stop thinkin.
Stinkin Thinkin.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
FeedBlitz
Every once in a blue moon,
I feel the need to advance technologically.
That time is now.
FeedBlitz is, (or so they say), the latest, greatest, tool in the Blogosphere.
In a nutshell, it will send you an email alerting you to the fact that I have once again posted a riveting story on my blog about my incredibly exciting life.
Settle down, settle down.
I’ll take your questions one at a time in an orderly fashion.
Just like I live above said life.
What is FeedBlitz?
FeedBlitz turns Blogs and feeds (RSS and Atom) into emails to subscribers.
How does it do that?
Don’t know, don’t care.
Technology bores me.
Next question please.
Does FeedBlitz cost me money to subscribe?
No.
If it did, they would be out of business.
No one really cares about this crap.
So how do they make money?
Beat’s me.
But I can assure you, they’re not just doing it out of the goodness of their heart.
Next.
Should I sign up for FeedBlitz?
If you like my blog and look forward to my new posts…Yes.
If you don’t give a rat’s ass about it…then, um…No.
No hard feelings, I’ll never know one way or the other.
How do I subscribe?
Good question Mom.
Scroll down to the bottom of the front page of my blog and follow the prompt.
If I figured out how to get it on there,
You can figure out how what to do with it.
I have great faith in my reader’s technological know how.
Can I unsubscribe?
Yes, but why would you want to?
This is riveting stuff.
Are these guys’ spammers?
No. They will never share email address information unless required to do so by a court.
So stay the hell out of trouble!
Any parting words of advice for your loyal readers?
Yes.
Your Doctor is your friend.
Visit him soon.
He may save your life.
I feel the need to advance technologically.
That time is now.
FeedBlitz is, (or so they say), the latest, greatest, tool in the Blogosphere.
In a nutshell, it will send you an email alerting you to the fact that I have once again posted a riveting story on my blog about my incredibly exciting life.
Settle down, settle down.
I’ll take your questions one at a time in an orderly fashion.
Just like I live above said life.
What is FeedBlitz?
FeedBlitz turns Blogs and feeds (RSS and Atom) into emails to subscribers.
How does it do that?
Don’t know, don’t care.
Technology bores me.
Next question please.
Does FeedBlitz cost me money to subscribe?
No.
If it did, they would be out of business.
No one really cares about this crap.
So how do they make money?
Beat’s me.
But I can assure you, they’re not just doing it out of the goodness of their heart.
Next.
Should I sign up for FeedBlitz?
If you like my blog and look forward to my new posts…Yes.
If you don’t give a rat’s ass about it…then, um…No.
No hard feelings, I’ll never know one way or the other.
How do I subscribe?
Good question Mom.
Scroll down to the bottom of the front page of my blog and follow the prompt.
If I figured out how to get it on there,
You can figure out how what to do with it.
I have great faith in my reader’s technological know how.
Can I unsubscribe?
Yes, but why would you want to?
This is riveting stuff.
Are these guys’ spammers?
No. They will never share email address information unless required to do so by a court.
So stay the hell out of trouble!
Any parting words of advice for your loyal readers?
Yes.
Your Doctor is your friend.
Visit him soon.
He may save your life.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
I May Hate Myself in the Morning…
But I’m gonna tell you tonight.
I’ve officially joined Weight Watchers.
(I work best under pressure!)
Tomorrow will be my one week weigh-in.
Now I’m no WW virgin.
I know all the tricks.
Last week, at the initial weigh-in, I ate breakfast before I went.
I drank a beverage on the way to my meeting.
I wore heavy clothes.
I did not remove any jewelry, especially my big honkin tank watch.
And for God’s sake, (ok mine), I did not go to the bathroom before I weighed in.
That would be a rookie mistake.
That’s week one.
Week 2 and beyond…
New game.
New rules.
I will starve myself before I go to the 10a.m. meeting.
There will be no partaking of any beverages en route.
I may in fact, bring along a “spit-cup” instead.
I will dress like Daisy Duke.
Less is more.
There will be no jewels worn on weigh-in day.
And no matter how many times the line wraps around the building,
(I’m not the only one privy to the WW tricks)
I will empty my bladder one last time before I step onto the dreaded scale.
Head games?
Absolutely.
There’s something psychological about needing a big first week weight loss.
If you’re a WW veteran like I am,
You know exactly what you have to do.
Fake it until you make it!
I’ve officially joined Weight Watchers.
(I work best under pressure!)
Tomorrow will be my one week weigh-in.
Now I’m no WW virgin.
I know all the tricks.
Last week, at the initial weigh-in, I ate breakfast before I went.
I drank a beverage on the way to my meeting.
I wore heavy clothes.
I did not remove any jewelry, especially my big honkin tank watch.
And for God’s sake, (ok mine), I did not go to the bathroom before I weighed in.
That would be a rookie mistake.
That’s week one.
Week 2 and beyond…
New game.
New rules.
I will starve myself before I go to the 10a.m. meeting.
There will be no partaking of any beverages en route.
I may in fact, bring along a “spit-cup” instead.
I will dress like Daisy Duke.
Less is more.
There will be no jewels worn on weigh-in day.
And no matter how many times the line wraps around the building,
(I’m not the only one privy to the WW tricks)
I will empty my bladder one last time before I step onto the dreaded scale.
Head games?
Absolutely.
There’s something psychological about needing a big first week weight loss.
If you’re a WW veteran like I am,
You know exactly what you have to do.
Fake it until you make it!
Run, Don’t Walk….
To the nearest pump.
I just filled up my monstrosity for $2.59 a gallon.
I was thrilled to top off the tank for a mere 51 buckaroos.
If my instincts are right,
Gas will be over 3 bucks a gallon again by my next fill-up.
Let me say for the record,
There is nothing scientific about my prediction.
Just good old fashioned experience.
It just seems every time we relax a little bit at the pump and say “Ahhh”,
It turns out to be the peck on your cheek,
Right before the ram up your rump.
I may not be right,
But I doubt that I’m wrong.
I just filled up my monstrosity for $2.59 a gallon.
I was thrilled to top off the tank for a mere 51 buckaroos.
If my instincts are right,
Gas will be over 3 bucks a gallon again by my next fill-up.
Let me say for the record,
There is nothing scientific about my prediction.
Just good old fashioned experience.
It just seems every time we relax a little bit at the pump and say “Ahhh”,
It turns out to be the peck on your cheek,
Right before the ram up your rump.
I may not be right,
But I doubt that I’m wrong.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Such a Waste…
Have you ever noticed how little I blog about Mike?
I may “mention” him from time to time,
But I never out and out blog about him.
Why you wonder?
Because he’s off limits.
He told me so a long time ago.
Oh I’ve tried before.
But he’s nixed them every time.
The only reason I mention him now is because people ask.
They think he’s hilarious
And I have to agree with them.
Mikey makes for good material.
He’s a Blogger’s dream.
But blogging about someone personally,
Even if it’s intended to be funny,
Can quickly cross the line and hurt feelings.
Or at the very least, piss them off.
So don’t look for Mikey’s antics to be reported here.
I have to live with the man.
You don’t.
That said…
I wish I could tell you what he did at the Demolition Derby last week.
It was classic.
Classic Mikey!
But sorry, Mum’s the word!
I’ll tell him his fans have been asking for him.
Maybe he’ll give in and throw me a bone.
Mi-KEY…Mi-KEY…Mi-KEY…
I may “mention” him from time to time,
But I never out and out blog about him.
Why you wonder?
Because he’s off limits.
He told me so a long time ago.
Oh I’ve tried before.
But he’s nixed them every time.
The only reason I mention him now is because people ask.
They think he’s hilarious
And I have to agree with them.
Mikey makes for good material.
He’s a Blogger’s dream.
But blogging about someone personally,
Even if it’s intended to be funny,
Can quickly cross the line and hurt feelings.
Or at the very least, piss them off.
So don’t look for Mikey’s antics to be reported here.
I have to live with the man.
You don’t.
That said…
I wish I could tell you what he did at the Demolition Derby last week.
It was classic.
Classic Mikey!
But sorry, Mum’s the word!
I’ll tell him his fans have been asking for him.
Maybe he’ll give in and throw me a bone.
Mi-KEY…Mi-KEY…Mi-KEY…
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