Island of Misphit Blogs

My bags are packed I'm ready to go Long John Silvers and Hush Puppies, Mama's Pizza, The University Pub, the TCU Bookstore, Angelos BBQ, breakfast at Whataburger and the Paris Cafe, a couple late night trips to the lesbian bar (they love me there)and sleeping in past 6 A.M. might just be what this tired boy needs.

By Linda here are the rules: "make a list of seven things I like that does not include people." (I don't think any of these will come as any surprise to any of you) 1. GOLF!!11! I haven't been playing well the last month but to just get away from everything for (by the time the drive to the course, playing and coming home are down) 7 hours is what's kept me sane on a lot of weekends. 2. The NFL Yeah I know but Monday there was just a bit if a different air around the office as folks would be chatting about their team they follow and the games played over the weekend. 3. Texas Christian University I love me some Horned Frogs. College was such an eye opening experience and started me on the path of finally growing up. Plus Ft Worth rocks 4. My TEE-VEE 58 inches of high def. Shallow I know but I worked my ass off to pay for that TEE-VEE 5. Mortons Steak House I only get to eat there once a year but damn! what a good meal. 6. San Diego. I may complain about ...

I'm not sure what set anything off this week. I just had some very vivid images of Michele at M.D. Anderson, non responsive, with machines beeping and binging, and never opening her eyes while I was there. I had vivid memories of the family meeting with the doctor and making sure Michele's wishes were carried out. I had vivid memories this week of the machines getting quieter and quieter. It seems like yesterday that after her son and daughter said goodbye that I went in the hospital ICU room to get whatever was still in there so they didn't have to. And for some reason the image in my head was looking at Michele, her dead body, knowing she was the best of us and had drawn the short straw,and missing her as much in that moment as I do right now. I love you Michele. Your the best sister a brother could ever ask for.

So we had a big 90 minute meeting at work today to let us lesser workers know more about how the new warehouse software really is the best thing since sliced bread even though after 7 months there are a lot more people with gray hair now then before the new advanced warehouse system. And a question about receiving widgets came up and my boss brought out the tired line about the two theories of receiving widgets. Boss: There are two theories about receiving widgets Me: Tell us. Tell us both of them. Well I laughed anyway

And there you have it. I find myself crying a bit more these days. And then when that is done I am incredibly thankful for all of you. Thanks for being there for me. It is mucho appreciated

And I really don't know why. I just do want to fucking scream at everything in the entire universe. I've never had more things that "society" considers important than I do right now. I have a nice house. I have a new car. I have a safe (as far as I can tell) job. I get to play golf every weekend weather permitting. I can do pretty much whatever the fuck I want to. I have a great family and so many good phriends on the innertubes. So why, at this point in time, do I just want to fucking scream at the sky and claim how unfair everything is? I won life's lottery. I'm white and I have a penis. Can't do much better than that as far as starting out can ya? Probably not unless your born rich white with a penis. I just don't know what the fuck is going on with me right now. I've always been able to see things clearly and adjust and adapt as needed. Seems now I don't have that particular talent penis or not. There are things I should be doing that...

Damn me and my short attention span! :) The original post was meant to be how stupid I am because I had a pack of cigarettes with three cigs left in them and then and couldn't find them and then I heard the washing machine and went "HMMMMMMMMM" Sure enough plastic, cardboard, and tobacco all through my laundry. Instead as I cleaned wet tobacco out of my clothes and started packing for my upcoming trip to San Diego my thoughts turned to Mom and one of my many trips back to Texas while she was still in this physical world. My trips to Texas fall into three categories. Quick trip to Brenham to see family. Quick trip to Ft. Worth to pretend I'm still 20 and a Junior at TCU. And the special bonus "Tour of Texas Trip" where i travel from Houston to Brenham to Ft. Worth and back again and come back to Baltimore. On one of my "Tour" trips I came back to Brenham the day before I went back to the Houston Airport and spent some time with Mom and Dad. Being a ...