Tuesday, March 28, 2006

It's just Painful!

What is UP with the increase of stupidity? I mean REALLY people! I can’t decide if people are really just this stupid or if talking to me makes them this stupid. It’s painful!
We’re doing some remodeling at the house. New carpet, tile, deck all that jazz. Now I’ll admit, the flooring estimates were a bit complicated. We had to do certain rooms with installation and certain rooms with just materials figured in because Tom’s dad is going to come down and install for us. Has anyone ever watched estimator’s measure for flooring? We had 3 guys come in and they all just jot down room sizes here and there with no reference as to where that room is in the house. Jot area dimensions here, jot a few more there, toss in one here and we’ll give you a call! Yeah, let me tell you how well THAT worked! I call the one company that I’d like to go with because their installer was the least scary. I ask them to just give me an estimate for the carpet we KNOW we’re going to have to install and give her the rooms and what not. She fumbles around, looks for some stuff and mumbles A LOT. “Well, there are just so many notes on how you want the estimates broken down and I just can’t figure out which one you’re asking for and what rooms.” WTF people! How hard is UPSTAIRS BEDROOMS, STAIRS LEADING TO UPSTAIRS BEDROOMS and BEDROOM OFF OF KITCHEN! I just want carpet THERE! I honestly was about to jump through the phone and pummel her. Anyway, she finally gets her crap together and says she’ll call me back. RIIIIGGGHHTTTT! We’ll take a moment and come back to how well that went!
My other problem is I need a sample of the carpet so I can find tile for the bathrooms. The sample that I have is attached to this HUGE carpet sample with like 10 other color samples of the same carpet. The color I want will NOT come out of this sample, so I ask her how I can get a sample. I just should have known better. “WELL, we can’t get that one out and why do you need it again?” So, I tell her I’d like to take it with me to find tile that will compliment it and not wash it out. “OH, well you know the tile is going to come in different shades and you can just come here and use the sample here.” No stupid lady, there are 10 other color samples with the one I want and I can’t tell colors because they’re all so close together! Anyway, since this is getting long, I’ll sum it up. Stupid lady told me we couldn’t get a sample. I then ask for the manufacturer name so I can call and, you know, ask them to send me a sample! “OOOHHH Well I can do that for you.” WHAT.THE.FUCK PEOPLE? No lie, we were talking about this stupid sample for 30 minutes and how it wouldn’t matter if I had it or not, the color would change. NOW she can get me a sample!
As for the rooms estimate, I still haven’t gotten it yet. She’s still looking for the room off the kitchen. Do you know what’s frightening? This is one of the smarter carpet people. I’m scared. Very scared. I am not going to make it through this remodel without loosing my patience with someone. Who knew it was THIS complicated?
Thank you for tolerating this rant. I’ll most likely delete it later or update you on the status. I’m going to go lock myself in my file cabinet now and hope the world disappears until I come back out!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

No Good, Very Bad Day....

I'm having a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day! Not so much my entire day, but certain aspects that take up the majority of my day are just downright crappy.
My boss, Mr. UnPC man, informed me he could get a monkey to punch in numbers if that's what he wanted. Now mind you, this was before I showed him my spectacular reports I had put together, color-coded and everything. Afterwards, I was told "You ARE better than a monkey!" That's just fabulous. I held back my excitement and giggling until I got out of his office and into mine where I proceeded to beat my head against my desk while blaring my Green Day CD. Yep, people are leaving me alone.
THEN, yes, there's more, I task someone to do an errand for me. Said errand needs to be completed by a certain time so life and the universe can align and everyones happy. Not only does it not happen by the alloted time, it doesn't even HAPPEN! It plops back down on my desk with some excuse and I have to bolt out the door myself and complete it. If I wanted to do it myself I would have done it myself! If you didn't want to do it or didn't feel like you could do it, then don't say you'll do it! After I returned to my office, I again shut my door, and tried to see if I could fit into my file cabinet drawer and lock myself in.
At the moment, to add to my misery, there are people outside of my office having a complain fest over something. Shutting my door could be seen as rude, but I'm not sure if I care today or not.
On top of all this fun and excitement that happens at my office, I'm feeling blah. Blahbity Blah Blah Blah. I had a whole hour conversation about how I don't like that I am now some antisocial freak of nature. While some of you might be shocked that it took me this long to come to this conclusion, don't be. I didn't use to be antisocial. I think at some point I use to like people, but again, some might disagree that this was ever a possibility. Blahbity Blah Blah I tell you.
I'm going to pull my hair out a strand at a time with my tweezers. I think this could eliminate the noise of the people STILL venting about things that really don't matter and no one really cares and they're not going to save the world OR the postal service, but I digress.
Blahbity Blah Blah folks. Blahbity Blah Blah.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Oh Chef

Oh Chef. Where have you gone? How do you think Matt and Trey are going to write off CHEF! I mean REALLY! And when to Issac Hayes become a Scientologist? Who knew? Sure wasn't me! Do you think he and Tom Cruise are bestest friends?
So, my theory is chef is going to meet a tragic and bloody end. Think alien anal probes and HUGE satellites! Wouldn't a tragic alien influenced death be perfect! All L Ron Hubbard and all!
So, needless to say, I'm hugely disappointed. Who will sing the "Salty Balls" song? Who I ask? Ugh, I will morn in silence now...."..eat my chocolate salty balls....."

Monday, March 13, 2006

Beep Beep!

I feel that you all should be as thoroughly annoyed as I am. Have y'all heard Ford's new "Spring Sale" commercial? The annoying Beep Beep song that gets stuck in your head. The one you're going around singing because, well, the Beep Beep is intoxicating. Kindof like the "The car is going 110 as fast as it can go....." Yeah, I don't know the rest, only that me and my bestfriend in High School got it stuck in our head. Don't ask, I don't remember.
SO, without further adeu.... http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=11917103

The song list is on the right. You want to hear Beep Beep! Now, you have to listen to it for a few seconds before you get the addicting Beep Beep. It's ADDICTING!

So, they're coming to Asheville in April and playing at HairSpray. Yes folks, this is the local gay club and by god I think I'm going! They're out of Atlanta so they're around the area playing a lot. So, go out and Beep Beep! Stinking commercial!

Sunday, March 12, 2006

My Town

My town. It's special in so many ways. Tom and I headed downtown last night to catch some pizza and beer. Afterwards, we decided to walk around downtown before heading to a movie. (TransAmerica is SO worth going to see!) So on our stroll, we passed these guys drumming away and I couldn't resist. I've now asked Tom to take drum lessons so he can play in the living room without his shirt. The picture does that boy no justice but MY he was nice to watch drum!
My town is made up of 4 types of people: the freakishly conservatives, the freakishly liberal, those normal people in between and the Yankees. Oh, and throw in the hippies in there somewhere too. They fit into all the categories, they just don't shave or wear bras. Honestly, I want to stand out on the corner with the guy who hands out needles and AIDs literature and hand out bras. Some of these girls are going to look back on this time in their life and go "WTF!" One of those girls desperately wanted to be in my picture, but I cut her out.
Anyway, according to the paper, there was a rally held before these guys got to their drum playing. It was a gay rights rally so YEAH for Gay Rights. They're people too. In another part of town, there was another rally. It was held by the anti-gay church groups. Yeah for free speech! It just confuses me. Can't we just get over it and move on? I'm pretty sure during the civil rights movement, there were a lot of similar protests. Why can't people see the similarities between then and now?
Ok, so nothing funny today. I'm having a pondering day and watching some bizarre "Hate Crimes don't Pay" commercials. Satellite TV gives me so much variety! Why is there STILL nothing ever on?
I'll leave you with one last pic. I haven't decided what it's going to be yet, but I'll post and publish! HA! Have a good Sunday!

Saturday, March 11, 2006

My Coasters

Yes, Coasters. Not the band from the 50's or 60's, but the kind you put your drink on. Tom and I were downtown and I found these fantastic coasters that, if I still had a life, would be the talk of the party. Alas, I have no life and they are now snug in a drawer for when I might have people come over and drink at my house. Anyway, I wanted to share. They're called "How Drunk" coasters. There is a fatal flaw in them, however. They're made of glass. Obviously the person who thought of these was funny, but not especially smart. I guess you can't have both. Here ya go!
1) Sober: Adj., Possessed of iron will, but often lacking a sense of humor. Helpful with doing dishes, finding cd's and lifts home. Probably in need of several stiff drinks!
2) Tipsy: Adj., The usual signs are a flushed face, stupid grin, loud voice and a profound love for manking. The sufferer is incredibly deep, intelligent and insightful but prone to giggle.
3) Plastered: Adj., Extrememly generous, loud and confident. Suffering from verbal diarrhea and a belief that he/she can drink anyone under the table.
4) Drunk: Adj., Suffering from vision, hearing & speech impairment, with an insatiable appetite for pizza. Will do anything maves. Possessing an illogical belief that he/she is gorgeous despite dribbling and slobbering.
5) Wasted: Adj., Invincible but incapable. Suffering from extreme loss of balance, co-ordination and sex appeal. Liable to sleep anywhere. Babbling incoherently with loss of most bodily functions.
6) Hung-Over: Adj., Suffering from near death like state, often catatonic and always with a pounding headache. Unbalanced with no sense of humor. Needs a total silence and another drink!

Funny to me. Funny to you? Please no comments on how accurate they might have described me at some point while y'all were with me. And no, there will not be a poll as to what state y'all think I was in the most :)

Thursday, March 09, 2006


Dear Lord! It will never end!
I was in a play called "Grease" in college. Some of you may have heard it. Are you singing "Summer Lovin" in your head right now? Yep, it's contagious. So now, whenever I'm innocently flipping through channels, I'll run into a rerun of "Grease". It's like a magnet, no, a train wreck. You can't turn away from it. You start singing the songs with the characters and next thing you know, you're quoting lines. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
I played Jan. You know, the "Brusha Brusha Brusha, Keep your teeth so white. Brusha Brusha Brusha everyday and night!" The whole cast was typecast it was INSANE! If I can find a pic, I'll be sure to post it so you can all get a good laugh. So anyway, this was in Vermont. During Thanksgiving Break, while I was at home, I had to pick up a bunch of twinkies because, would you believe, Vermont does not have twinkies. It's the most bizarre thing.
So anyway, you guessed it, I just flipped past "Grease". I did manage to keep flipping. I think I get a twitch when I see John Travolta and I'm pretty sure it's not his freakish need for Tom Cruise and Scientology. No, it's the black teeshirt and the "Grease Lightening" that pops into my head.
Oh the madness!!!!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

I love you more than nothing....

I love you more than nothing. That's what my child tells me before she leaves for school. It use to be that she loved me higher than the clouds and moon. Now, it's I love you more than nothing. I love her bunches. Yes, there's a story.
One day my child was pondering, what all kids do, "How big is the universe?" Huge, I told her. Insanely, non-comprehendable and huge. We started talking about the stars and planets, black holes and space dust. The whole conversation went right over her head, but she paid close attention none the less. So she asks me, "Mom, what's past space?" I say, "More Space." "Past that?" she asks again. Again, I reply "More Space." We did this banter back and forth for awhile. Finally I caved. "Honey, there's nothing past space." She sat and thought for a minute and then said, "Ok, then I love you more than nothing."
I set myself up for that, but gosh she's cute :)

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Lazy Sunday

You know, I find that I have those moments where I'm at someplace odd and I have these thoughts of "OH, that would be sooooo good to Blog about!" Unfortunetly, my husbands razor sharp idea of getting me a mini tape recorder so I can talk out these ideas and save them for postarity, has not manifested. Lets note, that this idea of his took shape about 3 or 4 years ago. You can see what a fast actor he is!
So, I'm going to try to recreate those moments to the best my memory will allow. Don't hold your breathe for the fantasticness that it was in my head, because now my muddled brain has well, muddled it.
This month is national "Brush your Teeth Month" or something as equally as creative. So Skyler comes home with all this teeth brushing crap. If you know my mother, you probably know we already have a whole CLOSET full of this crap so hey, what's a few more toothbrushes and plaque fighting capsules, right! Along with this came a book. Something to the effect of "The King who wouldn't brush his teeth". Fabulous book on getting kids to see that you need to brush your teeth and the bad side effects of not brushing your teeth and on and on. So after I read it, I have a question. Why can't someone write a book about "The King who wouldn't wipe his ass!"! I mean REALLY! That is my struggle this week, not teeth! She's got teeth down pat. I need WIPING ASS help here! For those that do have children but haven't experienced this yet... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. For those that don't, but at some point will.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Y'all will so feel my pain!
Secondly! I got into East Carolina University..... Again. Yep, I have to say again, because it is again! I can get in not once, but twice. I am now officially a winner! I applied for last Fall but didn't go for some reasons that some of you do or don't know. So when I called to see if they could just roll it over for me to enroll Fall '06 they said, nope! Send us $50 more dollars and reapply again. Yes, I see this as a money ploy too, but what can you do. So I'm in. Comfirmation letter is set and I'm back to being a 10th year college student! Does Gueniss keep track of that? They should. I could be SO in!
All in all, good week. I've done crap today. Laid in bed, all that jazz. I managed NOT to go to work this weekend which is a feat in itself and I did 5 loads of laundry yesterday so I feel my wifely duty has been fulfilled.
I'm off. I've been summoned to help wax the car. Now think of the joke "How many people does it take to wax a car?" If you answered one, your probably on the same wave path is me. GRRRRRR :)

Friday, March 03, 2006

OK, Now we're caught Up!

So, just a quick run down that I've created this blog too. You may ask, "Kim, how many places do you really feel you need to spout off on?" to which I will reply "As many as I damn well please! You know, cursing gets me places!"
Anyway, you'll see I've copied all the posts from the other blog because I learned that they don't save they posts. You have so much room and then the begin to delete. That does not fly for my funny only to me humor and I feel I need to be saved! (Do y'all have James Brown in your head? I NEED A WITNESS!)
So, here it is. They are all titled by date, but somehow got put out of order and I am just not that savvy to try to fix it, so be smart and figure it out! I'm going to try to figure this blog out now:)

March 03, 2006

Friday, March 03, 2006
Freaking AOL Nazi's! Current mood: pissed off
Somehow, I feel certain that after posting this I will be stalked by the AOL Third Reich and tortured. I think I'll take that chance.
Do you have AOL? Have you ever tried to CANCEL your AOL? OH.MY.GOD! You'd think I was killing a kitten in front of some young child! So you see where this is going, right?
I managed to successfully cancel my AOL account that I've had for 7 years today. If you know my old AOL screenname and didn't get the update email with the new one, email me and I'll give it to you. Anyway, I digress. So, I'm looking online for the number to call and cancel my AOL. I find it and proceed to call. While I'm on forever hold in phone circle land, I read all these posts by different people saying what a Pain in the Ass it is to cancel AOL and how rude they are and blah blah blah. Now surely, my nice southern self won't have a problem. Right? Right? Where were you people to slap me in the head.
Long story trying to be short, I finally got ahold of a person and asked nicely to please cancel my account. Stupid Rep then decided to tell me all the benefits of keeping it and blah blah blah. Everytime I could get a word in edgewise I asked nicely to please close my account. After about the 500th time of me asking this in the SAME tone mind you, Stupid Rep says "Mame, there's no need to be hostile." Again, OH.MY.GOD! I was SO not even close to being hostile and at that point, I lost my calm. I didn't not change the tone of my voice, but said "Sir, you think I'm hostile? Let me show you hostile. PLEASE CLOSE MY F***ING ACCOUNT (please note, all still in a pleasent voice) Well geez you would have thought I had gone of and said that to the Pope! "Mame, there is NO need for that kind of language, who do you think you are, do you think you can just get your way with that kind of language?" I said, Are you closing my account? "YES RIGHT NOW!" Obviously it works.
For pete's sake! They wonder why they're about to go under. Um, if we call to cancel, we really mean we want to cancel. Please don't try to change our minds and just do what we ask. Thanks and have a nice day. On the up side, this guy was American and not Indian. I could understand him. I felt just FINE saying what I did to him because he deserved it. Stupid Rep. I so hope he could hear my American Idiot playing in the background. Stupid!
I'm going to go into hiding now. Please don't look behind any bookcases for secret passage ways into hidden attic space. I won't be there darn it!

March 02, 2006

Thursday, March 02, 2006
Homeless People
I TOTALLY understand that some people are homeless for whatever reason, but I have JUST got to get this rant out.
My town is full of Homeless people for whatever reason. After living in Hawaii, I've decided if I have to be homeless I am SO moving there. I mean really, it has smart factor written all over it, but I digress.
Anyway, my town is full of Homeless people who love to ask you for money for the bus because they just got off a job and they didn't get paid and blah blah blah. If you didn't REKE of booze and twitch a lot, I might buy it, otherwise, I don't. But here's the kicker. If you're going to ask for money, take a look at who you're asking. This way, when you pass them again 5 minutes later or even 2 days later, you won't feel like a dunce when you ask them the same question with the same story again! It drives me batty. Today, my answer was "WOW! You just asked me that 2 days ago. Have you not been able to get home YET because that does look like a new shirt!" Yep, Kim should have been stabbed right there in downtown, but he said he was sorry and kept walking. COME ON! I'm going to print out a business card that says something to the effect of "I'm donating $$ to such and such homeless charity for you. Have a nice day." and I'll hand them out when they ask for money. UGH! Homeless in Hawaii, so much nicer than Homeless HERE!

March 01, 2006

Ash Wednesday!
Ash Wednesday! Who went to church?! MEMEMEMEME! Oh my GOD I got so annoyed! If you go to Mass, go to Mass.
I went to my daughter's school Mass. The people attending were of course, the whole school, some parents of students and those few people who said YEAH, 10:00 Mass! I don't have to wait until 7:00!
So I go and sit down in front of a row full of woman. By GOD they talked through the whole MASS! "Did you see so and so? What is she wearing? Where is she sitting? Did you taste her something or other?" and ON AND ON AND ON for an HOUR! Now, my husband does call me socially inept but it took ALL of my restraint not to turn around and tell them to shut the heck up. We're in Mass! None of us really want to be here, but we're good little Catholics and we show up because we have too. Now be quiet so I can pretend to pay attention and make my daughter think that this is always enjoyable!
THEN! 30 minutes into the Mass, some guy comes to my row and says "Move Over!" Not, could you please move over? Not, could we scoot buy you please? Nothing Nice! So, I give the look of death, and proceed to move. On the up side, it did mute the ladies chatter for awhile. So we go up for our Ashes, which happened about 5 minutes after stupid guy sat down. We get our Ashes and stupid man LEAVES! He came 30 minutes into Mass, got his Ashes and LEFT! WTF? I mean crap, if I wanted to shaft out of Mass, but GOOD GRIEF! Skip the homoly, skip communion, just come get my Ashes so I can look like a good person who went to church and then get the heck out! I wanted to chase him into the parking lot, but I refrained.
So, that was my Ash Wednesday. I did get the one "What's that" comment from a 40 year old at the Cracker Barrell for lunch. After explaining the whole process to her, she says "Well that's great. I love Jesus so it' must be a wonderful thing. We're Baptist, we don't do that, but as long as it's for Jesus I'm all for it" Yes, I was having to contain my laughter, but I managed not to shoot any tea out of my nose!
How was y'alls Wednesday!

February 27, 2006

The "CHILD" update Current mood: working
Ok, you asked, I'm answering. Of course, I'd like it noted that I'm such a slacker, I just took an email that I sent and copied and pasted for your enjoyment. Please note, I'm still in mourning over leaving the mink at my moms. It misses me, I can tell.
SO, the magic question of my child's wrongdoing. OH.MY.GOD.! I was livid for a good week. However, she will NEVER do it again. I think the whole, "Crap, mom's going to kill me" look she gave after I completely lost it, sealed the deal. So, she goes to a private catholic school and obviously the 1st graders have been testing their limits lately. So, it was Catholic School week and during an assembly she excused herself to the bathroom. There were a few other kids in the bathroom her age with her and a parent. My child, the brilliant 6 year old that she is, for some reason that it would just be a RIOT to come out of the bathroom stall with her pants around her ankles, BACKWARDS, shaking her tushy. MORTIFIED! So after the teacher found out and scolded her, she asked why she thought that would be ok and appropriate. My lovely little 6 year old says "I thought it would be funny and my MOMMY does it all the time!" M.O.R.T.I.F.I.E.D.! So I don't find this out until 6:00pm when I get a vague note sent home. I had to stay pissed with the worst case scenerio's of how she did this for 24hours. I had her mooning the assembly or walking down the hall! UGH! The one good thing, was she kept it in the bathroom. So of course now, her teacher looks at me thinking that I obviously exit the bathroom backwards with my pants around my ankles shaking my tush. M.O.R.T.I.F.I.E.D.!

February 26, 2006

Sunday, February 26, 2006
PETA be Dammed! Current mood: tired
Can I say that on MySpace! I must tell you, I wore a dead animal last night, and LIKED it. Yes, I'm sure I will now be sprayed with skunk urine by some rabid PETA person, but I think I'll take that chance.
I went to a concert last night where my mom's foreign exchange student was the featured pianist (I'd like to take this time to mention AGAIN I'm mad my mom didn't love me enough to be Asian. Girl has MAD talent, 4.2GPA, eats all day and MAY weigh 110, and will most likely never age. I was a good fetus, I deserved ASIAN!). Anyway, I didn't have a jacket and so my mom whips out my grandmothers mink stole. O.M.G.! I fell in love, and by god it loved me back. We went out together, we snuggled together, and I would have slept with it if my husband hadn't given me that "Are you on CRACK" look when I came to bed with it. I'm in love. Sadly, I had to leave it at my moms. Where it sits, pissed off that it's not with me and instead, in the closet smelling like moth balls.
I'd like to point out, that I did notice little old ladies can wear minks and other such furs and nobody thinks twice about saying anything. They're old and half the time can barely walk, but they have their fur so leave them alone!
Now, everyone go out and buy a lovely fur something. IF PETA sees you, you can always tell them it's a great fake! Might keep you from smelling like skunk urine, even though it would be SO totally worth it!

February 03, 2006

Friday, February 03, 2006
Children are put on this earth just to make sure you are fully aware of what you did to your parents when you were a child. OH.MY.GOD! I have since informed my parents and stepparents that, at this time, I would have completely understood if they beat the ever living crap out of me on more than one occassion, and that I was kindof disappointed that they didn't.
My child is 6. She'll be 7 at the end of this month. She's my one and only and always will be my one and only. No more. I need to save what sanity I may have left. Unlike most 7 year olds who tend to act 16 these days, she's 7 and acts 7. I love that. I love her innocence and that sparkel that most kids don't have anymore at that age. However, she's moved into a mode of "Well, if you haven't told me I can't do it, then it must be ok". She goes to a private Catholic School. Did y'all catch the key words in that sentence? She got caught in the girls bathroom doing something inappropriate. (No, no boys, no doctor playing and in the grand scheme of things, not really that big a deal) To me, however, it was. Other kids can do that and that's just dandy, but NOT MINE! I'm still a mess about it, but I'm trying to move on.

January 30, 2006

Monday, January 30, 2006
Ah Sororities Current mood: blah
Please note, that I'm still not over yesterday's blog, but I guess now's a good time to move on to more random topics of discussion.
What would we do withouth them? Yes, I belong to one. Everyone stop your snickering. Yes, I can hear you. I joined my freshman year of college before I headed off to that lovely Military School in the freaking cold North. I loved it. However, it's a good part of the reason I DID end up at the lovely Military school.
Anywho, For awhile, when I lived in Maryland, I was active in the alumni group and enjoyed it. I wanted to do it when I got back to North Carolina since there were no groups in Germany or Hawaii for me to belong to. When I got back, the one in my town had gone to an inactive status and the active one was an hour plus away. The one farther away, however, had most of the girls that I had gone to school with and pledged with. Wonderful girls who I truely respected and so forth. The downside was, well, it was an hour and a half away and the drive was anything but scenic. So, I did bad things. I committed to events and didn't go because I couldn't stomach the drive and somewhere over the past few years, I've really stopped liking social events. Anyway, basically I'm feeling guilty. I want to make an effort and a contribution to the sorority, but I don't know how. I received an email this morning stating that basically, if we can't all meet up at the hour and a half away location, then they're going to dissolve that group as well. (I'd like it noted that most of the group lives in the hour and a half location, with the exception of me). So, basically this is a I feel guilty post. Bad Kim. Bad Bad Bad.

January 29, 2006

Sunday, January 29, 2006
Thoughts Current mood: sad
I find it amazing how people that we never meet, impact our lives. My sister and her husband had a good friend who lived in Fayetteville. He had been an Army Major, but resigned his commission so he could join the Special Forces. That's where he knew my brother in law and sister from. From all accounts, he was a marvelous person. Vivacious, full of life, extremely funny and just one of those people that always had a smile and never a bad word against someone. He also, quietly, suffered from Depression. At 39, he took his life. He came home from work on Monday for lunch, left to go back and never came home. His friends located him on Thursday.
Again, I didn't know him, but I know the suffering. It was just one more wake up call that reminded me how very fortunate and lucky I am to have the family and support that I do. I've been going to the website they set up in his memory daily, looking at the pictures of an outgoing man in different locations with a huge smile on his face and his wife and two small children at his side. I read the guest book that describes how everyone saw him as the most outstanding and dedicated man they ever met. How he changed lives by his mere presence and always positive attitude. Always positive in their presence. I cry.
There are people who suffer from mental issues and the whole world knows. They thrive on wallowing in their own misery. They make sure everyone knows and they refuse help. Then there are others. The ones that are embarrassed by their "condition". The ones who suffer silently and confide in few, if any, people. I think these are the ones at the most risk. They can't process who they are and why their different. They put on a mask and go through life and then, it's over. They got minimal help. No one saw the problem because, by goodness, they were always so darn upbeat. No one ever sees the downside until it's too late.
So, my point in all this is, take a good look at those around you. Don't judge, don't belittle. Support people and love them. If someone has the courage to confide in you, then you are special. Make sure you follow up with them and take notice. Support them in any treatment and help that they may need and push them in that direction. They are your friend and I'm pretty sure you want them around as long as possible to share weddings, births, graduations, retirements and many rounds of golf. Remind them of that, because no matter how upbeat they may seem, it's a very dark place they go when no one else is looking.

January 2, 2006

Monday, January 02, 2006
Alcohol, why are you so mean? We were such good friends many years ago. Why? Why did you have to be so harsh? TWO DAYS it took me to recover from the mother of all hangovers. Well, not so much the mother of all hangovers because I have had worse BUT I haven't had them this bad in, well, since Alcohol and I were last friends. Insert dirty cussing words here. I have recovered, and I am alive. The party was nice and quiet. Just the 4 of us. We all started drinking at 4pm and didn't stop till we passed out. Me, being the "OH SO" youngest of the group by a good 13 years was the wussy wus who couldn't make it. Yep! Alcohol had it out for me. He knew!!!!! Now I just have to make it through the wedding this coming weekend. NO ALCOHOL because I am good and pure (insert snickering here..)
Happy New Year to you all and HAPPY TROU to those I love bestest!

Dec 31, 2005

Saturday, December 31, 2005
Yep, still with boring Subject Titles! I'm off to Atlanta in an hour. If you don't hear back from me by Tuesday, send someone looking. Just follow the sound of frantic yelling mixed in with hyperventilating and the smell of Bengay.