I, on a whim, went and perused Yahoo Personals earlier this evening (I was bored). It was good for me.  Scrolling through page after page of self-selling biopsies, people trying to condense their entire persona into a single paragraph.... seeing hoplessly hopeful faces staring out at me, reading about how everyone's looking for that one special person, 'the one'......it bought home to me just how fortunate I am. I have found my 'one'.  I have made, am making and wi...

I married a snorer.  I didn't know he was a snorer until after we had been hitched for a couple of years. It started with the occasional grunt and rasp when he was having a particularly restless night and progressed over the years to full-blown log-sawing every night.  At first I thought it was because he was sleeping on his back.  So, when he was really loud, I'd poke him. "Whhhaaaatttt???" he'd say in a still-asleep-why-the-fuck-did-you-jab-me-in-the-ribs-whine. "You'...

Dave sent me flowers today. You may wonder why this is a big deal to me...well, I'll tell you. He's never sent me flowers before. He's bought them for me and given them to me himself, he's picked them for me...but he's never had flowers delivered to me. We just have never been the kind of couple that did stuff like that...we've always been pretty non-traditional in the gift-giving department. He's asked before if I'd like it if he sent me flowers, and I always said I'd rather he took ...

In light of the events concerning my health in the past couple of weeks I am again questioning whether or not I should search for my biological parents. I have been asked countless times recently if I have a family history of cancer, heart disease, diabetes etc...and I always have to answer 'I don't know"...because I don't. I was born in June 1969 at the Radcliffe Infirmary in Oxford, England. I was a forceps delivery and weighed in at 6lb 13 oz. My mother's name was Veronica Howse, sh...

My friend Jim is returning to the area this weekend. He's the closest thing to a dharma bum i've ever had the fortune to meet. We have had some really cool times together, talking about philosophy, religions, music, people...anything. he's very well read and very intelligent...but not showy about it, if you know what i mean. Jim has had a few careers, from being enlisted in the army to being a certified massage therapist, to wroking at an express lube changing the oil in people's cars. ...

Ok, i just re-read what i have written in the past couple of days, and I don't like what i see. All I seem to have done is complain about my lot in life, how bad my life is, how being me sucks...it's pathetic! I'm really not like this usually....and i think the time has come for me to kick myself in the ass and just get the fuck on with shit instead of complaining. Yes, this is hard, and yes, it hurts...but i need to quit fucking whining. This is what i need to say to myself: Shit happen...

I had to go to WalMart this morning (my friend's kid was having a birthday and I, as usual, had put off getting a card and a gift until the very last minute). I went early (what I thought was early), around 8 am to try and miss the coming-out-of-church crowd, and discovered a whole sub-set of people who apparently had the same thought as me. It was actually quite busy, so we (my kids and I) just got what we needed and decided to get out of there (in itself an unusual event; i like to browse an...