Slow Speed Chase

Still chasing that truck from the previous post. Upper respiratory infection. Lower respiratory infection. Sideways respiratory infection. You name it the respiratory is infected. Antibiotics for the infection. Steroids for the inflammation. Xanex for the ever present anxiety multiplied by judicious use of said steroids. Which affects breathing which requires the use of steroids which causes anxiety. Can we see a pattern forming?

Damaged (10-20-2005)

To satisfy my curiosity as to what I was posting years ago and to also give a sampling of the past to any new readers who may accidentally stumble across my mutterings I will periodically travel through time and bring something from the archives to share once again.

Damaged was first posted in October 2005.

a soul of
fragile porcelain
uncomfortably
wrapped in delicate
human skin
burning
with untamed
hunger
searching
half formed memories
of a more
perfect world
spiritual
darkness free
jealous free
anger free
drug induced
memories of
life before life
understanding
fails when
evolutions
ultimate quest
becomes
perfection
which in turn
leads to
stagnation
which leads
to extinction
of that
which claims
perfection
sowing
the seeds
for evolutions
journey
to begin
again
an endless quest
for understanding
a burning desire
to know
what is beyond
the next
galaxy

Follow That Truck.....

I feel as if I was run over by a truck, kicked in the head by a mule, mauled by a rabid coyote and p*****d on by a syphilitic skunk. And this is a good day.

All my respiratory symptoms and anxiety symptoms have hit at the same time. It is as if a 6.5 Earthquake and a Tornado have hit my body leaving behind one quivering survivor.

I need the inhaler for the lack of breathing ability but at the same time the steroids in said inhaler are sending my anxiety levels off the scale. I really do not know if I am coming or going.

Despite the years of illness it feels as if I have never felt so tight and anxious.

Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.

Winter, Fall, Gone?

Anybody who lives outside of California will most likely toss virtual raspberries my way but it cannot be helped the weather news must be reported.

I know in other parts of the world there are those asking global warming? What the heck is global warming?

Here in California it is another story. At the beginning of the week it was cold, damp and rainy. The first measurable rain in more than six months. The streets were wet and long pants were dug out of the closet.

Today just a few days later and it was ninety five degrees. The shorts were back out and the jeans were naught but a memory.

Either global warming is affecting just So Ca or our weather has developed more multiple personalities than we are used.

Personally I am going with the latter I mean So Ca is a very strange place why should the weather be exempt.

Guns 'r Us

The bumper sticker read, "Guns kill people like spoons made Rosie O'Donnel fat."

Now I am wise enough to realize that no matter how much the gun lovers and the gun haters scream at each other nothing will ever really change. What irritates me is the lack of foundation in some of the arguments embraced by both sides. In this case obviously someone who is pro gun.

Looking at his argument logically we are supposed to equate a spoon with a gun.

Rosie O'Donnel may not meet his standards of beauty but whatever she does with a spoon she only damages herself if she abuses its use. She is not driving through the hood throwing spoons at innocent bystanders. A spoon will 99.9% of the time hurt only the over eater and no one else. Of course in those rare cases someone can sharpen the spoon into a shank and use it to stab someone but how often does that really happen.

A gun on the other hand is a horse of a different color. Sure the majority of gun owners practice gun safety and do not run around willy nilly firing at anything that moves. However in the wrong hands guns ruin lives on a daily basis. Such as in a drive by when the intended target escapes a hail of bullets while a sleeping baby winds up with a bullet in the brain.

His bumper sticker does not hold water.

I am sure most would agree, have a stance but at least think through your arguments before sharing them with the world.

A Return Of Sorts

I have been away from the blogging world for quite sometime. More than two and half years it seems. Does not feel as if it has been that long but none the less the facts do not lie.

A lot of water has passed beneath my own personal bridge since last I visited these pages. Two deaths, illness, and the birth of a brand new son.

In a lot of ways I am not the same person that I was when last I allowed my fingers to roam the keyboard. I do not feel creative. My creativity as gone from rainbow bright to shades of gray. I cannot seem to find the Spark needed to reclaim that poetic/story telling fire.

That being said I was inspired by a Spark of an idea to give it a whirl so I will try to once again share my thoughts and randomness for those few who care to listen.

Enjoy the ride.

Thoughts and Prayers

Carrie over at echomouse could use all the prayers, chants, healing thoughts and all out caring that we can manage.

If you have visited her site in the past than you may remember that she has been dealing with her own personal health issues for many years. Through out she has managed to approach life with a smile and a heart bigger than most.

The past few months have not been the best of times for her. Beside her ongoing health issues she recently found out that her mother has stage 4 cancer and that her father has alzheimer's. She is the primary care giver for both. And therefor has spent the better part of sixty days running around like the proverbial headless chicken. With hardly anytime to stop and take care of her own health needs.

If you have a chance stop by her blog and say hello. Moral support is never, ever a bad thing.