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Kym asks a follow up question (as part of our Ask Me Whatever you Want Weekend)

I’d like to hear more about the psych hospital and why you were there and do you think it helped?

Um, this is tricky. I mean, I could write for days about the experience. But then, this whole mess is saved by google and you never know who or what might be reading it. So I’ll just share little bits now and then.

But as for why I was there – I know this is hard to believe – officially it was depression. Unoficially, I was an out of control teenager who was failing school, taking drugs, and alienating his family, and they were afraid I would just spiral more and more out of control. They were probably right. They intervened – I’ve written before about the night that I found out I was going; they showed incredible faith in me by letting me have a car the next day to go say goodbye to a few friends. Essentially I spent a month or two drying out and learning to be myself a little, then another year working through a bunch of issues.

Did it help? Yes. Although there are unintended effects, I think, life-long effects on me and my point of view regarding therapy, hospitals, etc. I have, oddly enough, some very good memories of some friends there – they are all I have and all I’ll likely have. They don’t organize reunions and homecoming games for psych patients, and all the records are sealed, anyway.

That’s enough for now, this is harder to write than I thought.

And I’d like to know if you think you’ll ever do a half marathon

Wow, another tough question! You know, I never thought I’d be a runner. I always imagined myself a cyclist. So it’s funny that I’ve been able to run as well as I have. But let’s try a paradigm shift, and see if I can’t change that. My running plan right now has me up to 25 miles per week by the beginning of the year, with my long run around 10 miles. So, if I stick with things, a 10K would be very doable. So maybe I’ll run a half by next summer. Or even by my birthday, that’d be cool, huh?

Thanks for playing!

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Coffee talk

Kirsi asks:

Hmm… How about a picture of your favourite coffee mug? And what’s your favourite movie?

I’ll get a picture (and insert it here) of the coffee mug. My favorite movie is a tough one to call. I think it is Airplane! There’s a (huge) story that goes along with it, which helps edge it out in the ‘favorite’ category. Very close runners-up are Princess Bride, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, the Commitments, Lilo and Stitch.

I guess I have stories that go with lots of movies.

(I’m trying to upload a picture, really, just hasn’t happened yet. Stoopid computer)

Also, Becky inquires:

….if you were going to contact (or be contacted) what’s the story beind the one you would most want to contact (by contacted by)?

Ah, I saved this because it’s kinda a biggie, but it’s also ancient history. And wouldn’t you know it, my computer locked up and ate the great entry I just had, so I’m on Take Two already.

Time has glossed over some details, but here’s some (I promised, after all, you ask, I type):

She was 14, I was 17. I thought it was True Love. She had a little more experience than I, even at such a young age, because up until then I’d only had a few girlfriends and they all had dumped me after a short time because I’m such a dweeb. I practically fell in love at first sight – she had dark hair, and an awesome figure.

She was probably my most significant girlfriend in terms of emotions, yet we never went on a date.

Oh look! I finally convinced my camera and computer to talk:

Cups.

I can’t decide which cup is my favorite, so I’ll let y’all pick. (you can leave a note on the picture at Flickr.)

Oh, yeah, back to my story. (Her name was Suzy. Probably still is, come to think of it). I doodled her name on notebooks, and we used to spend hours staring into each others eyes and talking about such important things as Duran Duran and James Bond movies.

We promised to love each other forever. Then life interrupted: she was released from the psych hospital where we had met, and I still had some time left to serve. Our ‘forever’ lasted just a matter of weeks, if I’m remembering right. I only saw her once or twice after, and then about fifteen years ago out of the blue she called my house and we chatted. Wonder where she is now.

I wonder if she wonders about me.

So, there you have it!

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Sunday stuffing

People keep searching my blogs for nudes, and nude women. Just for the record – I’m not a woman, and I’m not nude here. If I were? To put it in words my kids might use, “that’d be gross.”

I use the word ‘stuffing’ for this entry because we just had a wonderful lunch of grilled bratwurst (In conversation I use the term “brats” but in writing it looks like I just cooked my children. Not that there’s anything wrong with that). They were Johnsonville Brats. (There I go again, bratwurst) and I also slathered some french bread from the store with some olive oil / crushed garlic and put that on the grill so we had kinda sandwiches and Oh, How I Need a Nap right now.

I also mowed the lawn (since apparently Otto has better things to do today) and ran some errands and now we are patiently waiting for the Cowboys to come on so we can turn it off in disgust before halftime. And there might be wine, and home made banana pudding.

(scattered, much?)

scar_jo.jpg We saw the Prestige last night, and let me tell you that Scarlett has some of the most fantastic cleavage. Totally mesmerizing. And there was some other stuff, having to do with Wolverine and Batman and Ziggy Stardust.

I’m thinking of buying a USB drive so I don’t have to e-mail files to myself all over the place.

The weather is awesome today, yet here I sit at my computer. If I’m not at my computer, I need to finish the floors and work on some laundry and pick up my room.

There’s also another entry (or series of entries) I need to write but can’t quite find the right words for. Maybe later (given enough wine). We’ll see. Might not happen.

Hope y’all are having a good day…

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In trying to get a grip on just how huge the profit just posted by Exxon for last quarter is, I decided to break it down.

It’s just thirty-nine cents a day. Every day of the past three months. Per person. in America.

Yes, my family of five would contribute $2.00 a day. And we don’t even shop at Exxon (in homage to all the dead wildlife in Valdez, besides – what do they need my money for?)

Oh, yeah, in other news, housing prices have dropped the most year-over-year than they have since I was four years old. And the Cowboys don’t have a quarterback, but then what else is new?

Have a lovely day.

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