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Friday, October 23, 2009

Update

I've got nothing right now folks...
  • Restarted (for like the millionth time) Weight Watchers. I hope I can do it this time.
  • Figuring out how to escape from the black cloud I'm under at the moment. I zig, it zags, and somehow it finds me again (or am I finding it? I am a pessimist by nature)
  • Still wanting to find the bastard who broke into my car the other night. I want my damn iPod back you little bastard.
  • Mentally preparing to turn 35 in a few weeks. My sister asked me what I wanted for it, I told her to be 27 again. Of course that would mean I'd have to re-do this year and I don't wanna
  • And finally, working on my whining. But hey, it something I'm good at and "they" do say to play to your strengths.
Until later - Peace Out

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Loss

This has been a rough year, even rougher than last, and I thought 2008 would go down in history as a bad year for me.

2009 has been the year of loss and death. No other way to put it. Too many people have died this year, and I'm not talking about Farrah or Michael. I'm talking about people I know - Lou, Joe, Uncle Ed, Sandy and now Bobby. There were also people on my "social periphery" so to speak - Patrick, Scott & my friend Margie's dad.

I'm not going to lie, Bobby's death has shaken me up, and has made realize what a gift life is, even more so than the deaths preceeding it. I glibly mentioned to a few people after Sandy passed a few weeks ago that I was too young to read the obits regularly, and not only that, but to recognize the names. Now I feel like I'm afraid to read the paper.

My recent problems seem trivial, and I'm glad for that. Life is a gift, and I don't want to squander it.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Second Verse, Same as the First

Here I go again...time to admit that I need to go back to Weight Watchers.

I don't want to.

I really don't want to.

But I need to.

Wish me luck.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Another Open Letter

Dear Jon & Kate:

For the sake of your children, I implore both of you to please grow up. That's it, that's my simple request.

Ideally you'd both fade back into obscurity, Kate being the kind of nurse that makes people stay away from doctor's offices and hospitals despite bleeding from both eyes and ears, and Jon being the kind of IT guy that my friends and I openly mock.

But in the words of Mick Jagger, you can't always get what you want.

So with that in mind, I'd like to ask that you keep your divorce proceedings, financial disputes and dalliances out of the press.

There are a lot of children of divorce out there, and I'd likely wager that the majority of them didn't have to read on the web that their parents "despise" each other, or that the other parent is acting like a teenager. I'd pretty much bet the ranch that most children of divorce aren't able to look forward to the inevitable boxed set of the dissolution of their parent's marriage that the +8 are going to have.

Marriages end, people change, couples grow apart. It happens every day in America. Regrettably in your case it happened on TV with America watching.

The past can't be changed. What can be changed is how you choose to co-parent in the future.

At the end of the day, you've brought 8 lovely children into this word who have no power and little capacity to understand what is happening around them. I hope you both prove themselves in deed that you are the loving parents you profess to be by hashing out your differences in private, and letting their children be children.

In the meantime, can you both please get the hell out of my People Magazine? Kate, your hair and Jon, your bling are giving me nightmares.

Thanks,

Beth