Because there is truly nothing worse than a Summer Cold.  Except for maybe this one I have… it might be worse.  It might be the virus equivalent of the Apocalypse – we’ll call it Coldpocalypse.

It’s the usual- runny eyes, pounding sinus headache centralized in forehead (or a band of Pygmies camping in my skull – who can tell those apart these days?), a throat that feels like I might have gargled with sulfuric acid (again, who can tell that stuff apart… things happen), oh… and full ears.  So, no, Bob, I’m not ignoring you, I just can’t hear. 

Really.

Yeah.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to whine off to work, yell at a couple of poor sniveling bystanders, and then come home and go back to bed.  It’s a busy day for sickos.

Whatever you do, don’t shake my hand!   

Because some time this year I may have become an alien.  Haven’t gone outside the house and really searched for the pod, but I’m almost positive I was bodysnatched and this weird version of me was left behind.

Probably they hid the evidence of that snatching in our garage… ideal spot I’d say. Since Hoffa may be out there too.

But anyway, yeah, I don’t think I’m me.  I think I’m somebody else.  Because I cleaned out the office this weekend.  Organized it.  Got it so I can work in it. 

That is so totally not me.

Even the file drawer?!?!  I know, WTH, who does that stuff?

But yeah, it’s organized too.  Much shredding commenced.  Et voila… lots less crap than there used to be. 

Can you nest for school?  That might be it.  You know, after the great school supply pilgrimage, I had to make a nice tidy place to put them?  And I need an Up/Down vote on the pencil bag I bought for my Book Tote.  Yes, a pencil bag, because there aren’t enough pockets in my tote, shut up, okay?  Anyway, it matches the pattern on my folders and notebooks, is that too much?  Popular belief around here is that I’m going to get beat up and the kids will steal my milk money if I let anybody see it.

But it matches.  It’s really cool.  And I always wanted a pencil bag back in the day, but my Mom never would do those, said they were a waste.  But this one is really cute.

Really cute.

Oh, by the way, guess I also should be checking into whether that whole “beat you up and steal your Milk Money” thing still happens.  Because I can tell you that back in the day it sure as hell did.  Yep, if nothing else, I’m an expert on bullying – my portfolio of red hair, freckles, and really smart virtually guaranteed it.  And, I can also tell you from experience that telling your kids that those mean, bad kids are only doing that stuff because they’re jealous of your nice things/good grades/whatever doesn’t make that 24/7 harassment any easier to take.  And besides, the kids who bully?  They’re not jealous, they’re just a bunch of little assholes – and they probably grew up to be big assholes today.  Yeah, I didn’t stutter on that word, they’re assholes.  And if I just called out your kid?  Well, he/she is one too.  Sorry.  And you’re an epic parenting fail if you aren’t recognizing it in them and stopping it.

Anyway, I hope we’ve moved past all that now that I’m back in 13th grade. Although I’m probably just as annoying today as I ever was back then.  I’m just a little nicer about it.  Most of the time.  Okay, maybe not.  But keep in mind, now I won’t get suspended for calling you an asshole.  So don’t take my damned milk money or I’ll pull my color coordinated ruler out of that matching pencil bag and whack the snot out of you. 

You’ve been warned!

See? Aliens.  I never fought back before.  Now I’m ready to take it outside right now… except for the pods.  I don’t want proof, I like things the way they are.  This new me?  She’s working for me.  Color coordinated pencil bag and all. 

So, have I mentioned lately how I’m pretty much a full-on neurotic control freak with OCD tendencies?

Um, yeah, that’s me.

And suddenly, after that statement, all of you are now thinking that you’ve walked out of a blog post and into the beginning of a 12 step program meeting, right? Yeah, thought so. (Cue everybody saying all together in a soothing singsong voice) “Hello Neurotic OCD Control Freak.”

Okay, now that we have that charming interlude out of the way… yes, I am.  And instead of this increasing the amazingness of being around me 24-7-365, it merely make me extremely challenging to live with. Especially for Bob. With all his happy bag of quirks he’s carrying around all the time. Especially for him.

I am not painting a pretty picture here, am I?

No, not at all.

But, to be clear, neither of us misrepresented anything to the other at all. But you can be sure that there are definitely times (more than you’d probably believe) when all the quirks and tics and odd habits we both possess make our house a pretty crowded place.

And the drama… OMG!  The. Drama.

Over really important stuff. You know, like whether the toilet lid should be up or down? (Down is the correct answer – in case you’re wondering) Or whether closet doors should be open or closed? (Closed, with the light off – again, in case you’re wondering.) Or how many rolls of toilet paper are too many? And that answer is – there’s no such thing as too many… just so we’re really clear. So, make a note, in case of the Apocalypse my house has toilet paper. And paper towels too… just sayin’.

Sometimes, though, something big happens that really knocks us past all that petty crap and reminds us both of the really important thing in our lives. The thing that really counts.

Each other.

Yeah, that. The reason we’re together anyway. The reason we’ve endured learning to live together, learned the dance steps that keep us going, learned to have a tolerance for each other that keeps us in this house, making this work, day after day.

Anyway, we had one of those “Aha!” moments a few weekends ago. One of those moments when we were able to see clearly what is most important. After we looked together into a broken mirror. And saw (one more time) exactly why it is that we’re still together. Why it’s all worth it.

One more time.

Because we broke a mirror.

And, of course, when I say we, I mean Bob. And when I say broke, I mean shattered. All over the Whole Foods parking lot. And I saw it about to happen. But I couldn’t stop it. And after it happened, instead of thinking “!@$$#S%^^**$!!!!!!”, all I could do was laugh with relief that Bob was okay, no limbs were laying in the parking lot twitching on their own, and that we were both whole.

Yes, I was annoyed. Mildly. But I was more relieved that he hadn’t made an amputee of himself when he tried to catch the damned thing by the edge, with his foot. That could have gone badly. Very badly. But it didn’t. All we ended up having was a bunch of old broken glass, reflecting up at us in the moonlight. And when you put it like that, it’s not so important after all.

Bob, however, is a different story indeed.

And I guess the funniest part to me was how shocked he was when he finally figured out that I wasn’t angry. That I was joking. That I was laughing. About a broken mirror. But that was because I wasn’t angry at all. Because when I looked down into that pile of broken glass that was scattered all over the parking lot, what I actually saw reflecting back at me was the image of the most important thing in my world. Bob. Quirks and all. And Bob – without question- is irreplaceable. And that’s what I told him. I told him that when you take life down to the barest parts, we both know what’s most important to us, what we can’t replace.

We both saw it all too clearly, in the pieces of that broken mirror.

Us.

Together.

Today and tomorrow.

Forever.

And with all that blah blah, happy third anniversary to the most important thing in my life. Thank you for everything. For making me whole again. For completing my life. For annoying the crap out of me. For expanding my profanity vocabulary. And for making me laugh. You are my everything and I love you more than anything in the world. And I wouldn’t trade any of the aggravation or tears or laughter or joy for anything. Especially a pile of broken glass.

Forever.

Welcome to Saturday!  In the coldest place on Earth – relatively speaking anyway.  And in honor of that cold, we’re staying home and unpacking.  And cleaning as we sort and unpack.  And pitching out a bunch of crap.  A bunch. 

Yeah, really.

I know, you’re shocked.  We’ve been the poster children for hoarders for so long, why change now?  Why?  Well, because it was time.  Because I’m tired of carrying around a bunch of dead weight.  On my butt and in my boxes. 

There’s a trend here.

Anyway, today’s victim was the bathroom.  And boy is it organized and cleaned out now!  Yay us!

But when I started the cleaning all I could say was…

BITCH PLEASE!!!

Because whoever Sista Woman was who lived here before?  She had her some long wildebeest hair.  And she had a 2 can a day Aquanet habit to go with that furry mess.

No kidding.

I had to seriously spray down all the tile with scrubbing bubbles, let it soak, sponge it off, then spray the Earth-friendly treehugger spray I would prefer to use all the time.  And then I sponged that off and paper toweled the whole mess. 

And that was after I soaked the Plantation blind in Clorox in the bathtub for an hour. 

Yeah.  A whole hour.

And lets’ don’t even get into me having to use my Scum Buster to scrub the tile around and behind the toilet.  Disgusting doesn’t even begin to describe that.  I think I threw up a little when I had to touch the hairs. 

All. The. Hairs.

But it’s clean now.  Next!

from 2010.  Yes, indeed we are.  Because the last year, it definitely had quite a few OMGWTFUSUK moments – like most of them? Well, no, not most of them, but a good portion of them anyway. And for those of you keeping score at home- the toteboard shows that 2009 had 4 residences, 5 jobs, and countless hours of second guessing and soul searching between the two of us. So, hey, you? Departing year? Don’t let the door hit you in the ass as you roll on into history. 

But, hey, any day above ground is a pretty good one, right?  And since we’re alive that’s an automatic win I’d think.  Well, one of us is anyway. However, there’s another of us who might soon be on life support if he EVER leaves the lid off the Nyquil when he throws it back in the Medicine basket, in my new linen closet.

JACKASS!

Um, yeah. But that’s just one of the challenges. The other is fitting all our 20 pounds of shiz into a 5.2 pound sack/house, without a basement or an attic. Yeah, that’s working out about as well as you’d expect. IE the car may never see the inside of the garage. Ever.

The high points (undifferentiated order, very stream of consciousness):

• We are back in Florida. Can I just tell you upfront that I really love this place? Yep, it’s weird – unapologetically so in fact, the weather is generally warm to hot as hell and the relative humidity rivals 2 16 year old KY Cousins courtin’ for the first time, and it’s got lots of exotic flora and fauna – most of which is disgusting looking and/or wants to bite/sting/swell you up. But on the flipside- I can wear some form of Flipflop most of the time, it has beaches that are mostly safe to walk on, I don’t have to wear socks very often, and there’s just so much to do here – yeararound! Really, I guess it’s home for me because I feel more at ease in my skin when I’m here, and I really miss it when I’m gone. But this time I’m thinking I’m back for good. No real plans to leave this sandy piece of land ever again. Make a note.
• Santa gave us Disney Annual Passes & I’ve been to Disney twice already – I’ll be there lots more. I know, shocking?! WOOHOO!
• We got to spend a lot of time at the beach last Summer. Very nice. In fact, exceptionally nice. Thanks to my cousin for sharing her lovely home with us!
• I have Wine Wednesday buddies to share the stresses of life with. Like having Group Therapy – with snacks and good red wines. What’s not to like?
• We survived commune living with Thi Thi & Bub for nearly 6 months, and nobody died. Yeah. I know. Amazing. But yes, we survived. And we’re still speaking to each other. That’s the best part. No, actually, the best part is that we’re living 10 min. from each other now. So we’re still very close. And that’s a good thing for all of us. The happy factor is higher when you’ve got at least some family close at hand. For everyone.
• Bob’s Type 2 Diabetes has apparently gone the way of the Dodo. Diet, a combination of multiple supplements, and some exercise appears to have finally done the trick. Oh, and a Doctor that is willing to experiment some with different paths, that’s the other big thing. All that combined is showing him as having average blood sugar readings at around 100, with no medication for 5 months. So we’re over the moon about that one. Yay Bob!
• I’ve lost 23 lbs! Finally got around to reading that “Weight Loss for Dummies” book – all two pages of it. You know, the one where page one says “put down the fork”, and page two says “get off your ass”. Amazingly, that actually works! Who knew? Anyway, it’s working, I’ve been updating you all on that. So that’s enough about that.

But the downside? Yeah, there’s a downside, there always is, isn’t there? 2009 offered up a delicious poop-pourri of challenges for us – both individually and as a couple. Actually I consider it a testimony to either our tenacity or ignorance that we are a) still married, b) not dead with CSI investigating, and c) both of us are still relatively sane. Shut up! I said relatively. Actually I consider that to be huge. HUGE! Because, for Bob, going through 2 layoffs and 3 jobs and more change than any change-averse person should ever have to see in one lifetime let alone one year without having a mental “episode” is some sort of record I think. In fact I’m surprised he hasn’t been rocking in the corner for the past 5 months. Oh, wait, there was that week last month… nevermind. But anyway, huge kudos to him for not giving up, for getting right back in the market, and for landing a new gig in just over a month – both times. Yeah, I know… in this work environment that’s just, like, wow! A miracle wrapped in ridiculous amounts of luck, swirled with creamy goodness. As for the new gig… even though it isn’t the best paying position he’s ever had, it really is a very good fit for him. In fact it may be the best fit he’s had yet in his odyssey thru corporate America.

As for me? Well, let’s see, I’ve been keeping busy dodging life’s boulders. Yeah, dodging. And ducking. And dealing with the occasional glancing blow. Nothing major, only a flesh wound, but it does make things challenging. Apparently I’m training for an agility trial or something. Who knew? The biggest boulder of all? Oh that would be the reality that even though I’m really glad to be back home in Florida, the reasons for the move back really pissed me off. In fact they still do, and they probably always will. Even though I know that being angry at circumstances beyond your control is a gigantic waste of mental energy. And let’s face it, at my advanced age I need to conserve that. It’s in short supply. Seriously, even though I know very well that even with everything we’ve had to handle we’re still so much luckier than the majority of folks who’ve been caught up in this same maelstrom, I’m still very angry at the Gods, Fate, the Magic 8-Ball, or whatever the hell it was that threw our lives into total uproar. And, BTW, it still is. In uproar that is. And I guess it will be as long as we still live two places – in a lovely rental in FL and still owning our own home in TN.

Pssst! Know anybody who wants a nice little bungalow in Island Home? I can hook ‘em up!

But anyway, I guess I’ll eventually get over it. Maybe. But it’s been very hard. And I have to state for the record that I resent the crap out of 2009 for having the temerity to suck this bad. Seriously. Who signed off on that anyway? You better hope I don’t find out your name. Bad karma doesn’t even begin to describe your lot in life.

But now we’re in 2010. Both of us are happily gainfully employed. We’re settling into our new temporary home and laying plans for our long-term future here. We’re through with looking backward, we’re looking forward to a bright future and we’ve got on our shades. 2009 ain’t nothin’ but a thing we lived thru. And, yes, we lived thru it. It was what it was. And I guess by surviving together, we’ve proven the rule “that which does not kill us shall make us stronger”. Again and again and again.  But, more importantly, we’ll continue to do just that. Survive.  Because that’s who I am. And today that’s who Bob is. We survive.  Albeit fussing and quarreling and carrying on like we do. Just plain Missy & Ira. Survivors.

Yay us! Happy New Year!

Diet began: 10/07/09

Wt: 210 lbs.

Goals:
Weight: 140 lbs.
Fitness: Disney Half Marathon in 2011
Mantra: "I want my frackin’ Duck Medal"

Progress:

Today: 12/05/09
Wt: 190 lbs.

Fitness Notes:
Borked my knee.  Again.  Yep, right before Thanksgiving.  So the jogging regime is on hold for now. Most I can do is about 3 blocks before it tightens up and really hurts. But I’m still walking.  And I am doing the stairs at work. And I don’t get winded at all. So I’ve made improvements in my overall stamina and condition. Progress – it’s not the end result, it’s incremental.  But I have to confess, I’m really impatient with this.  I want to be a Hare, not a Tortoise. And I will be, eventually. Maybe.

Food notes:  Well, I made it through Thanksgiving without packing on 5 lbs.  And I still used Half & Half in the Mashed Potatoes. And I made homemade Whipped Cream for pie.  Oh yeah, we had pie.  Tarts actually.  Small Tarts.  Which actually worked a bunch better for me. Since I can’t eat a big piece of anything sweet.  Because it’s too sweet.  And that brings up a funny thing that happened last weekend.  I was craving a Coke. Real Coke.  I could even taste it in my mouth.  So I poured it. Over ice, just like I like it.  And I had a big drink of it. And it was not good.  No, not at all.  Too sweet and it tasted flat. Yeah.  What the hell?  So maybe I’m a reformed sugar junkie? Recovering? Whatever, I’ll take it either way.  One thing I am finding is that because I’m not really that hungry I am able to really enjoy flavors and tastes and I’m finding out things I never knew.  Like the fact that Sugar has a smell?  Who knew?  Of course, it makes eating a little challenging for me, tasting almost every note and flavor in a bite of food, because some of them aren’t so good. Add in my overly developed sense of smell and I’m almost repelled by some things that I actually used to like.  No idea why, but that’s my latest challenge.  Another thing I’m kinda proud of? I’ve almost totally eliminated caffeine from my diet.  Yes, really.  Miss "Triple-Venti Mocha with Whip and Foam" is actually drinking decaf coffee.  DECAF??? That’s just wrong!

But the best thing, so far?  Is the fact that I was able to put on a pair of my Tommy Hilfiger Jeans that I hadn’t been able to stuff my big arse into since 2005.  Yep.  And, even better, I’m having to clear out clothes that are too big.  And I can actually dry my shirts now. So, yep, again, enough navel gazing! Back to your regularly scheduled stuff. CYA when I feel like updating again. 

So, it’s been a while… is that a new haircut? You lost weight didn’t you?  Oh me?  Doing fine, just swimming along.  Really.  Still in a holding pattern. 

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.

But it’s been a pretty good Fall, actually.  We’re both working.  Doing well at that.  Dare I say it? Enjoying it? Yikes! That means it’s time to move on, right?  And we’re both really starting to wrap our heads around the idea that this is home.  Home.  Capitalized.  Yeah, home.  And if we could get our own place, then it would be home.  Home! With an exclamation point.  We’re looking.  We’ve narrowed down the area – 33803 – between Lake Morton and Edgewood, and now it remains to find the right place. 

Meanwhile, we’ve been getting into the FL groove.  Enjoying the whole no socks, tee shirts & shorts thing.  Wearing sweaters when it’s 58. Yeah, that thing.  You know me, I love it.  This, actually, is why people live in Florida.  Clear sunny days of 75 to 80, nights of 55 to 60.

Aaahhhh, this is the life!  I could retire here. Oh, wait, I think I already have. Maybe.

The commune living has turned out pretty well, or at least better than I think any of us ever expected.  But all fun things come to an end, and so it is with that too.  The Smiths are househunting, just like us, to find something a little more their style, where they can be a family again. And as much as we’ve gotten on each other’s nerves, I think we’ll all really miss each other.  I know I will anyway.  And Mabel will be despondent.  We may have to buy Angel, or rent her on a regular basis.

On the subject of the Florida groove, did I mention that it was 80 degrees on Halloween night? With a solitary gibbous Moon standing silent sentinel as we trolled the neighborhood for goodies.  Gotta love trick or treating in good neighborhoods… FULL SIZE CANDY BARS!!! Yep, lots of them. Loves them.

Also on the subject of the Florida groove, we’ve been getting our theme park thing on.  Yep.  Took Kaybug to Universal in October… her first time ever.  Lots of fun that day.  Then, last weekend I did Food & Wine @ Epcot with my cuz.  I think we might have over-imbibed a tad – maybe. But I’m no expert, don’t quote me!  Then, today, we took advantage of the beautiful Fall weather and went to Downtown Disney for The Festival of the Masters.  For a free event, we had more fun than is legal. Well, most of us, Bob whinged some, but we just ignored him, or told him to STFU. Then he did.  It was good.  And even he grudgingly admitted that it was fun. 

So that’s the update.  Maybe I’ll write more.  Maybe.  I seriously considered pulling the plug entirely. But then I didn’t.  I just don’t feel like I have a lot to say anymore.  I’m busy living. Not talking about it.  We’re free of the past now.  We’ve got a full life.  It’s good.  What’s there to say really?  But I’ll come by to visit.  And you should also expect Fitness updates… since that’s my new thing.  More about that later though. 

Hugs!!!

M

With your host…

Oh, nevermind, channeling again.

Anyway, here’s the bulletpoints, because I’m a slackass, and I really don’t want to write an entire post with all the frills and furbelows you’ve come to expect.  Although, now that I think about it, your expectations are pretty low on this site. Like subterranean.  Or lower.  But anyway, regardless (or is it irregardless? I get so confused), here’s what I think you need to know about the here and now.  And lest you be confused, I’m doing this alternating good things/bad things, because life is like that.  Sweet with sour. Yeah, you know it.

1. Bob got a job.  Yes, a job. Where they pay him and everything. Yay.  So happy.  We may not end up living in a box after all. This is a very good thing.  Florida, in the summer, in a box, would be "of the suck". Because of this.
2. Yes, as I linked above, Tropical Storm Ana has formed in the Atlantic.  Now I usually like Ana’s, and in fact I’m particularly fond of this one who spells hers Anna but pronounces it like Ana.  However, I am not a fan of Tropical Storms, or their much scarier cousins – hurricanes.  Nope, not a fan at all.  In fact, I might be in contention for ultimate anti-fan.  This is the part about Florida that I don’t like.  The part where the whole damned place could conceivably turn into one big, flat parking lot, filled with nothing but hostile wildlife and swamp.  Oh, wait, that’s already happened.  So what am I afraid of?  May actually give us a shot of urban renewal or something.  So, glass half full or glass half empty and sides about to implode from Cat 5 winds.  You decide.  I’m just going to have another drink.  Hurricanes anyone? 
3. And the drinking isn’t just because of impending doom.  As hard as it may be to believe, I may have a pretty good shot at a contract position too.  Yes, employment.  For me.  That doesn’t involve "por favor, step away from the Slurpee Machine!"  And before you go getting all excited and shiz, no, it is not a forever job, at least initially.  But they are paying big dinero for a contract hired gun (that would be me), and the company who needs said hired gun is just right down the street so the commute is pretty easy.  Even better, I get to pass the Starbucks on my way, and there aren’t any red light cameras in that area.  So it’s all one big yay, right?  More Hurricanes for everybody!
4. And boy oh boy, Bob’s going to need them! He had a physical yesterday.  Yes, he got "the finger", they’re taking him off his Diabetes meds to see if he is self-controlling any at all, no they never told me whether he actually has a brain, and yes they will be setting him up for a Colonoscopy.  If you aren’t aware of the fun involved in this procedure, read this.  If you don’t want to know any more about this topic then go look at these.  Ha, gotcha! Now I bet you really do need the Hurricane, right?  Bob’s hoping for one mixed into his Moviprep.  I may put this on Youtube. 
5. But not from my new iPhone 3G.  Yes, you read that right, MY NEW IPHONE 3G!!! Another round of Hurricanes, just to celebrate! Drink up, you’re getting behind!  Now we didn’t get the new fancy-schmancy version with the compass (in the stock?) and the video camera, but we did get them at a really good price and they didn’t appear to have any crime scene detritus on them, so we’re okay with not being on the cutting edge.  We’re old, we’re used to it.  But, because we’re old, learning to use our new toys (I mean phones) has been more than a little challenging.  I mean, I think we spent at least a year this week learning how to do little things like PLACE AND ANSWER A FRICKIN’ PHONE CALL! Oh, and how to unbrick the damned thing when you answer it while you’re installing a critical software update.  Don’t do that BTW, I’m just sayin.  And yes, surprisingly, I’m the guilty party on that one.  Two hours after we got them home, mine was dead.  Really dead.  Like, as dead as Sarah Palin after a visit with the Death Panel (hey, a girl can dream, right?).  But thanks to The Google and Youtube and all you other geeks out there, I brought The Precious back to life.  And since that fun little incident we’ve spent the week perusing all the many free applications out there on iTunes and we’ve installed some really superb productivity helpers like Atomic Fart, and Bubblewrap.  Yes, really, we have both of them, and More Cowbell too! Because, hey, doesn’t everything need more cowbell? Yes, indeed it does.  The downside is that conversation has nearly ceased in our house, while we’ve been busy putting the pinstripes on our kewl new gadgets.  But the upside is that I am now qualified to work at any tech helpdesk job in the world.  That is, as long as I can begin every call with "Damnit Bob, what the hell did you do?"  Customer Service with a big smile is my life! Um, yeah. 

So, that’s all for now.  Next week’s fun includes a trip to TN at some point.  Oh, and Tropical Storm Ana.  Can’t forget her.  I tell ya, the fun just never stops around here.  And neither, apparently, do the Hurricanes.  Have another drink. Looks like you might need it.

I know I do.

So, we’re closed here today… gone to the beach.  In the meantime, ponder the wisdom in these words. Makes more sense if you add some sort of beverage. Preferably one with a very high proof.  Very high.

BTW I have an interview tomorrow.  Call in all your markers with whatever Gods you believe in because we most assuredly need the good karma or Namaste, or hell, friendly Tarot Card readings are welcome too.  Anything that works, even a snake handler, that is as long as he leaves the Timber Rattlers at home.  But we’ll take whatever blessings you can send, because, you know, we’re 100% unemployed here at Casa de Pretentia. Again. 

Oh shit, that’s right, we’re 100% unemployed.  Maybe I should consider Voodoo?

Somebody bring me back my pins… or press play, again, fast. 

Send food, and liquor, and stay back!

The undifferentiated list of shit that’s dragging me down right now?  Oh, just the usual check list…

Headcold from hell?  Check!

Tired from traveling? Check!

Somewhat mentally challenged because of Nyquil and other OTC hallucinogens? Check!

So much shiz to blog that I don’t even know where to start? Check!

Check back later, if I regain my wits I’ll start putting it all up.