My memory is getting worse, but I’m not sure what to do for that. More talks with my doctors, therapist, and Jenny. More adjustments. Possibly more meds, possibly fewer meds. It’s inconvenient, but it’s helping me get into some great habits. Cons: Jenny has to remind me of stuff. All day long. It’s frustrating for
Food. It’s what’s for dinner. Sadly, sometimes I fuck it up. Last night, I went to cook one of my Grannie’s dishes, and I did okay, I think. Until I started the potatoes. As you can see above, it didn’t go so well. My chemistry Kung-Fu just didn’t cut it. The potatoes were dead, Jim.
I throw a couple of words around a lot on this blog. My Father, and my Dad. They are two different people. Two very different people. My Father and I shared a name until after his death several years ago. My Dad, however, is a dear man whom I have known for over a
Seriously guys, chocolate is magic. With this oily crud, I can convince all kinds of people to like me. Problem at work? No problem, address it head-on, by taking a basket of chocolate to the HR manager, and bring my complaint up during conversation. She knows it’s a bribe, but she doesn’t give two shits. I don’t like
Today, I’m surrounded by people I love, but am still lonely. I’m already getting those “suck it up” looks, and I just hate people. Missing George is hard. Every week I miss seeing him at work. I miss seeing him for our weekly game night. It just keeps happening. I’m not crushed anymore. I’m mostly
Sometimes I got out, and it’s the most amazing thing in the world. Other times, someone invites me over, and I say yes. Then the plan changes a little. Then it changes a little more. Somehow, agreeing to go to their house for quiet dinner becomes helping them host a party. Not a good way
For the last few days, I’ve been running around with headphones half-on. It has caused a bit of confusion around my house. Normally, headphones mean I’m working. Headphones + typing = don’t interrupt. Problem is, I’m wearing my wireless headphones in order to listen to music non-stop. This isn’t because I’m ignoring people, or trying
There is nothing so nerve-wracking to me as waiting for someone to contact me. I spend a few minutes waiting for an email, and I feel like I’ve been waiting for hours. I start to panic. Why haven’t I heard from them? Did I offend them? Did I say something stupid? What the shit did
My brain is melting. The hot Arizona sun has invaded our home. The cooler broke, and now we’re all just hot as hell. It’s hard to work, and the heat kills happiness with tiny cruel daggers. It also slows our home’s work flow. The kids have to do school, Jenny and I have to work.
Guys. Seriously. I have a problem. I play with LEGO products, and I’m no good at keeping track of pieces. I’m reviewing some books from No Starch Press with LEGO directions and inspiration, and there are bricks all over the place. Kids, cats, a spouse, and fingers that shake a little too often add up
