My wife is worried about me. From a purely selfish standpoint, this is a good thing. The depression bug hasn’t run it’s course and the stay in bed headache is on day number three.
“Headaches don’t last this long.”
“They have before.”
To be honest, I’m fully reclined on the Lazy-boy in the living room right now (not in bed).
I know it’s not my fault, but it hurts when I hurt…
Here’s a couple take aways from my 4th.
Miguel makes an awesome steak on the grill, rivaling anything I’ve eaten… anywhere. If this is his first attempt in 15 years, his potential is scary.
Mike is not your average stuffy neurosurgeon. Granted, he’s the only one I know, but he defies my stereotype.
There’s a variety of water gun/cannon out there that’s very effective. You should be…
Beth is enrolled in “college for kids,” a summer program run by a local college. She spends the mornings in a full immersion spanish class.
Sounds like a blast right?
No, that doesn’t come until the afternoon.
Rocket camp.
The teacher even refers to himself as “Captain.”
O.K., I think that’s a little weird, but he seems like a nice guy, and he’s a really enthusiastic teacher.
This…
I was in college when I got my first SLR camera. It was an inexpensive (re: free) Pentax. A gift in fact, something that wasn’t getting any use from it’s previous owner. I got it with three lenses: an awkward telephoto zoom, a 50mm and a 35mm. When it broke we bought a Canon Rebel with a kit lens, then a “super-zoom” digital camera, then our current Nikon – again with a kit lens (plus a…
How would you feel if your spouse didn’t speak? What if it was a coworker or a friend? Would you impute something to their character or nature? Would you interpret it as arrogance, disdain, or indifference? Would you conclude something was wrong? Would you wonder if this person was burdened with a problem in their personal life? Would you ask this person if something was wrong? How would you…
Adam and I drove over to Tampa International this evening. Southwest was reporting the plane was coming in a little early, so we left a little early too.
We had twenty minutes to kill in the terminal, so we hit the ubiquitous Starbucks, and picked out a table looking out across the escalator pit (leading to baggage claim) towards the shuttle departure/arrival station for the Southwest gates…
“Back to you? I wasn’t aware you ever left the subject?”
There are people in my life, people I love dearly, who’ve been dealing with issues that don’t revolve around me, and it felt wrong to hold the usual self-hate-fest during their time of loss and sorrow.
So I’ve been holding out on the rest of you.
I’ve been tinkering with a post on depression – what it ultimately means to me…