This shouldn't make me laugh. And yet, every time it makes me laugh. Hello, I am 12 years old.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Jumping back in!
I know that I have been gone too long. I'm sorry. Self absorbed. Unhappy. Only really writing to myself. (Although looking at the traffic and the audience, I think perhaps I'm only really writing to myself, anyway.)
So, just gonna hit the ground running.
Update:
Car incident: Dude got 28 days in jail, of which he can serve any 2 days / weekend over the next 3 years. 3 years probation. 3 years no driving. 3 years no alcohol. Not holding my breath.
Body incident: Down 35 lbs since this time last year. Healing from knee surgery (see - car incident). Mobile. Pain is at a manageable level right now. Though I'm still reliant on tramadol and the occasional opiate. I just can't seem to get back to 'nothing'. Good days and bad days. I'm finally over the peak, though, and my good days are finally starting to outnumber my bad days.
Life: New car. New dog. (Gryphon, adorable, and gives me something to love when I find it hard sometimes to even love myself...). Less hair. Less money. More inner peace.
House: Travis is preparing to move to Minneapolis for his final year of school before he goes off and gets a real job, and has to enter the world of repaying student loan debt. Derek, well he is Derek. Don't know if we are going to keep the house once Travis moves. Not sure if Derek wants to live on his own. We've been friends for so long, I don't know how it would feel to not have him around.
Relationships: Tough one. Not really been doing much of anything. Dating here and there. Nothing all that serious, though, except maybe....... I have met a new guy, a hunk of a stud. Very early in our 'best behaviours' of the dating realm. I've been to his place. He's been to my place. Ben is a great guy. Employed. (self employed, gotta admire ambition!) Lives on his own. Is able to bathe himself. Does laundry. Doesn't live in a shopping cart. Did I mention he was super woofy? I hope that I don't scare him too much with my brand of crazy. Now, just have to try to not eff this up. Stay calm. Speak clearly and slowly, and try not to say the wrong thing. (Oh, lord, help me. I constantly say things that don't come out as I mean them. *sigh* , why is it that *this* man makes me tongue tied? I've stood at a podium and given speeches for huge crowds of strangers, but one on one I get flummoxed)
Work: Employed. Full time at the County. Great job. Great people. Politics alive and well, I can report. On leave (see Body incident / Car incident). I know they miss me. I miss my buds at County. Not missing the work right now, since I'm not all that mobile / ambulatory.
Future: ? Well, stay tuned.
So, just gonna hit the ground running.
Update:
Car incident: Dude got 28 days in jail, of which he can serve any 2 days / weekend over the next 3 years. 3 years probation. 3 years no driving. 3 years no alcohol. Not holding my breath.
Body incident: Down 35 lbs since this time last year. Healing from knee surgery (see - car incident). Mobile. Pain is at a manageable level right now. Though I'm still reliant on tramadol and the occasional opiate. I just can't seem to get back to 'nothing'. Good days and bad days. I'm finally over the peak, though, and my good days are finally starting to outnumber my bad days.
Life: New car. New dog. (Gryphon, adorable, and gives me something to love when I find it hard sometimes to even love myself...). Less hair. Less money. More inner peace.
House: Travis is preparing to move to Minneapolis for his final year of school before he goes off and gets a real job, and has to enter the world of repaying student loan debt. Derek, well he is Derek. Don't know if we are going to keep the house once Travis moves. Not sure if Derek wants to live on his own. We've been friends for so long, I don't know how it would feel to not have him around.
Relationships: Tough one. Not really been doing much of anything. Dating here and there. Nothing all that serious, though, except maybe....... I have met a new guy, a hunk of a stud. Very early in our 'best behaviours' of the dating realm. I've been to his place. He's been to my place. Ben is a great guy. Employed. (self employed, gotta admire ambition!) Lives on his own. Is able to bathe himself. Does laundry. Doesn't live in a shopping cart. Did I mention he was super woofy? I hope that I don't scare him too much with my brand of crazy. Now, just have to try to not eff this up. Stay calm. Speak clearly and slowly, and try not to say the wrong thing. (Oh, lord, help me. I constantly say things that don't come out as I mean them. *sigh* , why is it that *this* man makes me tongue tied? I've stood at a podium and given speeches for huge crowds of strangers, but one on one I get flummoxed)
Work: Employed. Full time at the County. Great job. Great people. Politics alive and well, I can report. On leave (see Body incident / Car incident). I know they miss me. I miss my buds at County. Not missing the work right now, since I'm not all that mobile / ambulatory.
Future: ? Well, stay tuned.
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