Don't let your guard down. . .
. . . or they'll swoop outa the night sky and get ya while ya eat the seed that falls from the feeders. Really. It happens so fast that one minute you can be talking to somebody and the whooosh sound comes and there is nothin but a little fur and marks in the snow where they were.
I hate sitting with my shoulders hunched up under my ears. I get so tense that I can't tell where my sinus headache starts and my tension headache lets off. My ears hurt for pete's sake.
Let's see - what all has happened in the last month? I have worked my ass off, played very little, and tried to hang on to my sanity. hmmmm. OK, that's no different than the pattern my life has taken for the last several....YEARS! I am getting tired of complaining and I am darned sure you aren't enjoying reading this drivel either. It's such a loop that I don't post because I don't have time to really talk and don't want to just do a drive by emotional purge 'n sling.
But I am here so - to nutshell the past month:
I hate sitting with my shoulders hunched up under my ears. I get so tense that I can't tell where my sinus headache starts and my tension headache lets off. My ears hurt for pete's sake.
Let's see - what all has happened in the last month? I have worked my ass off, played very little, and tried to hang on to my sanity. hmmmm. OK, that's no different than the pattern my life has taken for the last several....YEARS! I am getting tired of complaining and I am darned sure you aren't enjoying reading this drivel either. It's such a loop that I don't post because I don't have time to really talk and don't want to just do a drive by emotional purge 'n sling.
But I am here so - to nutshell the past month:
- Happy birthday Momma. I thought of you a lot on February 9th and missed you. I wish you could hold me and tell me, "I'm so sorry, honey." Somehow that always helped.
- I had a nice Valentine's Day with my sweetheart. I was supposed to work until 9 pm and just walked out at 5. I married him - not the workplace. They just don't get it.
- I had an even nicer wedding anniversary on the 15th. When a couple of eccentrics have been married in excess of 20 years, there is a connectedness that is truly wonderful. Again I walked out at 5 when I was supposed to stay until 9. Again they don't get it.
- I went to several more battle meetings about the bad, bad children who decided to "just say NO". That will always be an issue when we are trained by a society to comply and conform. Well, I will not be absorbed by the oozing blob of self elevated idiocy. I will not be assimilated. Yeah, just call me Hugh. Ever notice, by the way, that none of the borg were noticeably women (except Glen Close). hmmmmm. And as long as I am being rude, one of the key players in this farce reminds me of a character in "One flew .." - the tall, drooling, bald guy with the lobotomy. Yes, I believe I have lost all respect for these people. Today was just another typical to the pattern. Better move on before I whip into complete slander.
Actually, I believe I will just close this and go do my homework, like I should.

