And So It Goes …

Seems like the only time I’ve written here lately is to describe funerals.

Ugh …

Truth is, I have a blog entry in my damn head nearly every day for the past year, but I am just too busy to get my ass over here and write one. Facebook is a poor substitute for blogging, though I HAVE become somewhat addicted.

To my long time readers, remember the big ass dust-up I had with my boss back in 2005? She was the friend who died two weeks ago. You can maybe understand why this wrecked me so much – we hadn’t spoken but one time since then and all of my good intentions of mending our friendship will never come to pass now.

I like to hope that she knows that I still loved her and missed her. I like to hope that she realized that it was the same bullheadedness that she possessed that kept me from calling her.

guitar On Thursday I get this added to my back:

I have such good dear friends, both in real life and cyberspace. I can’t even begin to tell you all how much you mean to me, but I’m gonna try and remember to do it often.

In the meantime, I gotta put on my big girl panties and get on with it.

I am feeling better lately, only a cold and of course my good old friend Fibromyalgia. She’s been acting the bitch the last couple of weeks, as she always does when I am “stressy”.

Have an appointment with my gastroenterologist’s assistant, I want to work up some kind of alternative treatment for this “non-existent” shit that’s going on before I subject myself to any more $$$$ tests that reveal NOTHING.

TheBoy has been out of the house for a couple of weeks and dare I say it – I miss him. I keep thinking I hear his television in the basement.

Of course that could also just be early onset Alzheimer’s, you never know.

I am off!