Been one of those days where GI distress has played a bigger role than I might like. No, I am not talking about the military, not myself or any one active or retired.
Nah, today is one of those days where something I ate has decided I am the enemy. It has made it a bit harder to be as productive as I would like to be. You don’t need details but suffice it to say that it is only now (almost 2 PM) that I am starting to feel like a person again.
Going to rest for a few, get a haircut and grab some lunch before I go back to trying to get things done. I dislike the feeling of not having accomplished much but I’ll get some done and that will suffice for today.
Been making a big push to try to balance some of the craziness that comes with feeling like there is too much on my plate. Not healthy and not helpful.
I won’t try to turn a 24 hour day into 32 hours, not now. Can’t say it won’t happen later but for today it is fine with me to say I got some and not all done.
Besides I’d rather some is done right as opposed to all being done poorly.
My dearest Shmata Queen is relatively tolerant of my referring to her as a wacky broad. Can’t say she loves it and if push came to shove there are probably other terms of endearment that I could use and they aren’t crazy, hysterical, irrational or anything similar.
That is part of what I appreciate about her. The woman has her quirks as we all do but she isn’t crazy or hysterical. Did I mention that I know she will read this twice to make sure she didn’t miss anything so if I don’t say she isn’t irrational she’ll call me on it.
Actually she is irrational and illogical but include all people in that group. I am no different.
It doesn’t apply to every decision we make. Quite a few are based upon logic and cannot be seen as anything but rational. However there are a host of them that simply aren’t.
Facebook serves as a great sample/example of these ‘illogical’ decisions. When I flip through the status updates and read political proclamations it is hard for me not to laugh or roll my eyes.
Sometimes it is because I ask someone why they are liberal/conservative and they respond with “Everyone knows that liberals/conservatives hate our way of life and are determined to destroy it.
If I ask them to provide support they’ll tell me everyone knows it is true. That is the kind of substantive argument that makes me nod my head in agreement because all I ever need to change my mind is to be told everyone believes XYZ.
I suppose one of the things I appreciate most about my dear queen is that even though we disagree about some things we both enjoy learning more about subjects that interest us so that our reasons for believing things aren’t always based solely upon gut feelings, what our parents believed or the Magic 8 Ball.
Although I must tell you the Magic 8 Ball is a very useful tool for helping those who are indecisive to make decisions more quickly.
The other thing to mention about Facebook and the blogosphere in general is that each day I come across material that convinces me Homer Simpson isn’t as far down on the IQ charts as some people might think.
Got to run blog elsewhere for a bit now. See you later.
This is sort of a funny post to follow this one but sometimes this is how it goes. Anyway, this is a placeholder, a few words to put down the idea for a post that should be much longer but isn’t ready to run yet.
It is not a middle aged crisis, though some would call it that. The reason is it is not is it suggests a man running around doing all that he can to fight the inevitable, I am not fighting. I know exactly how old I am but I do not know just how far I can push myself.
I have an idea. I have a sense of it but I don’t really know.
Where is my place? Where do I belong? What is best for me?
These are questions I am asking now and things that I couldn’t have addressed before because I hadn’t had enough life experience to know the answers to them.
You may say I am being foolish when I say I don’t know how far I can push myself but I don’t. It is not ego speaking either. I know physically I can’t do as I once did but I don’t know what that really means. I don’t know what life would be like if I bore down and worked on changing my body so it resembled the one I had when I was 19.
It might sound silly to you. It might sound ridiculous but I know I can get that body back. It is a question of will desire and work.
But what I ask myself is do I need to do that? Is asking the question me trying to come up with an excuse not to work hard because even though I can get it back it won’t be exactly the same. The work to get there and recovery time are not going to be like they were.
What benefits are there from trying to do so? Is there is a middle ground that makes more sense to focus upon? What has prevented me from doing this?
And then in the other areas it is about looking at all I have done, all I have accomplished and all I want to do so that I can figure out what it means to be me as I am today and who I want to be in the future.
Cellphone is going crazy but not because it is ringing. It is because it is dying and the damn thing is freaking out. If it had ‘real’ intelligence I would say it is acting bat shit crazy because it fears what comes next but that is not the situation.
I have been down this road with phones before so I know the signs and know it won’t be long before this one goes to wherever that electronic place in great beyond is.
It just needs to last long enough for to me to get the new iPhone.
Yeah, I think I am going to join the Kool Aid drinkers and bow down to Voldemort. Haven’t decided for certain but if this new iteration does what I hear it is supposed to do I will leave the land of Droids and try it out.
Have you read any of these:
“My mind’s distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away”
My forearms hurt so much last night it woke me up.
Or would it read better if I said a strange, unusual and mysterious ache roused me from my sleep last night.
I hadn’t done any lifting or used them more than any other day so I was both irritated and surprised to be woken up that way. For a moment I wondered if I was having a heart attack but I wasn’t short of breath, sweaty or having any of the other so called signs.
Once upon a time I was a CPR instructor so you can be assured I spent a few minutes reviewing all the signs I used to talk about and then I came to two conclusions:
1) I wasn’t having a heart attack.
2) If I was I was going to make sure to finish peeing because I wasn’t going to be found dead on the floor holding my dick in my hands.
Obviously I didn’t die. I’ll take that as confirmation I was correct about heart and proof that my stress level created the situation. That is because I have had multiple images in my head about me climbing a mountain and the family is hanging off of me.
So if you look at it from that perspective it would make sense my arms would hurt.
Installed the Tzeva Adom app on my phone again today. Don’t know how long I will keep it because it woke me up constantly and if I were home it would be appropriate but not so much here.
Home, what a funny concept. I think of a few places as home the older I get the more I think about it as the place I spend time with those I care about.
I don’t know why I spend my time…
Sometimes you see a movie clip and you nod your head because you just get it.