it won’t get eaten if it’s not on the floor

picking out my favorites lends to guilt…

missing: sour cream

what do we do? we fuck it all up.
Today was actually going to be an all nicey-nicey warm and fuzzy post…cause I was going to talk about last night…our 5-year-the-day-we-met-in-person-a-versary. Fuck that. Guess what the hell happened to us this morning? Because, I mean, when does anything in our lives EVER GOES AS PLANNED. That’d be too easy. So, what happened? Well………… We’ve run in the same damn Turkey Trot the past three years…two of those with no issues… This year? We manage to fuck it all up and run the wrong direction, thus not *technically* running the requisite 3.1

5 years. a picture story
Today marks 5 years Tim and I have *known* each other. We celebrate this day…our day-of-the-month-we-met-a-versary.  We’re special that way. I truly cannot believe how much has happened since 11-20-2004.  It’s been 5 years of…well, more than I ever expected. And damn. We’ve changed. me: "Holy shit. He's 13 years older and probably thinks I'm retarded." Tim: "I'

when shit hits the fan…
…you get the hell out of the way. Unless, of course, the fan is in an empty round room. And then you’re fucked. That’s kind of where I’ve been lately. Getting pummeled with shit. From the fan. But yesterday…it’s like someone finally threw me an umbrella (I say “UM-brella” and Tim thinks this pronunciation is totally ass backwards. He will tell me that I put the em-PHA-sis on the wrong syl-LA-bla) And I know I spelled syllable wrong…I spelled it the way Tim says it when he’s trying to make his point that I say umbrella phonetically retarded…s

what if i just quit?
Let’s play a game.  How many blogs are there in the entire universe? Ok, nevermind.  That’s the start of a really bad idea. I just realized that game requires math. So, let me instead go a direction I can usually manage, on a good day when there are exactly 15 birds chirping and 35.2 ants crawling on the patio and Mozart is playing the background. Come into my little world for a few minutes. (which, is actually really boring…and this is probably part of my problem) I write in this blog every single day…and I suck? I wonder if I should keep going…and then I tell myself I have to…I̵

a conversation between me and babs, my conscience.
Perseverance is a funny word.  Basically, it means don’t quit. Ever. Even if you’re bleeding, broken and without a shred of hope. Keep going. But isn’t it hard? I mean, be honest with yourself.  It sucks when you work…and work…and work… And then watch someone 10 years your junior climb right to the top. THE. HELL. It frustrates the shit out of me…and I know I’m not alone.  Don’t you get tired of climbing that same damn hill over and over? I think half the problem is the conscience. It’s always all, “risks are stupid.” Well, to all those little Jiminy Cric