Oh blah dee, oh blah dah, life goes on.Yeah.

(btw, this is my SECOND TRY since my computer crashed the first time)

I was all set with this pitiful and depressing post, and when I sat down to type it (twenty minutes ago, thanks to Windoze crashing), I looked around the blogiverse a bit and realized that I just suck. I’m going about it all wrong, I need to fix my attitude. I need to be more positive.

See, self pity sucks, in a big way. And being depressed sucks even more. But unfortunately they are suck a big part of me that I can’t seem to shake them, not that easily.

So the post I had composted composed in my mind went something like this:


Movies not to watch when you are depressed:

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Lost in Translation
Saw

Music not to listen to when you are depressed:
the Eagles

How’s this?

Every night I’m lyin’ in bed
holdin’ you close in my dreams,
thinkin’ about all the things that we said
and comin’ apart at the seams.
We try to talk it over but the words come out too rough.
I know you were tryin’ to give me the best of your love.

Oh, as if that weren’t bad enough, here’s more:

But every mornin’ I wake up and worry
what’s gonna happen today.
You see it your way and I see it mine
but we both see it slippin’ away.
You know we always had each other, baby, I guess that wasn’t enough.
Oh, but here in my heart I give you the best of my love.

Yeah, we’ve got your Eternal Sunshine, right here baby.


So, enough of that!!! I won’t post all that drivel. Instead, here is today, summed up in a paragraph:

We woke up this morning and for the first time all week nobody was sick. My wife let me sleep an extra hour and got up with our Morning Bird, which is something I deeply appreciate. We got dressed and went to breakfast at a local diner (since nobody felt like cooking at home) and then drove to dallas for the irish fair. Well, for part of it. We saw some people we knew, met up with some family, drank some guinness, had kettle corn, and then drove home. We arrived at 11:00 and everyone went to bed, except I had 20 oz of truck stop coffee at 9:00 and can’t sleep and instead am stressing about how I’ve managed to ruin a twenty year marriage, so I did the dishes and sat down at the computer, which promptly crashed. Which brings us back to Doh.

See? Isn’t that better?

My g_d, does anybody know what it means?

For some reason I did a google search to find out about how many people have written “god” as “g_d.”

Now, why do people do this? Are they afraid of showing up in a google search for “god”? Or do they think God him/her self doesn’t see what they are really trying to say?

This is a serious question, I know I have mis-spelled a word or two and definitely omitted names on my blog since I don’t want Google to drag people here. But this is such a common abbreviation, that is really synonymous with the actual word, that it seems pointless. So why do it?

Google Search: g_d : “Results 1 – 10 of about 43,900 for g_d. (0.88 seconds)”

Blogaloha

I got this from Stacy:

Have you ever experienced blog burnout? Pull up a chair and share.

Not really. Life burnout, yes. But the blog just sort of keeps rolling on.

Tell us about the first car you owned.

A 1965 Ford Mustang. It was white with blue seats. Somebody had installed Pinto hubcaps on it. It had a three speed manual transmission. It also helped convince me to never buy another Ford – if it could break, it did. The brakes sucked (had to rebuild them just to drive it), had to buy a new radiator, new wiring harness, the brake pedal didn’t have a strong enough spring so if you weren’t careful the brake lights would stay on all day and run the battery down. If it was humid in the morning it wouldn’t start. Some mornings it wouldn’t start even if it wasn’t humid, just because it felt like it.

God I loved that car.

I traded it for a motorcycle. Yes, high school kids are so intelligent.

Spread the spirit of blogaloha…whom should we visit this week?

Go over and say hello to Rockstar Mommy. Oh, and Tish.