Nothin' but the dawg in me

I was not about to waste my limited time on my pc writing about M. Vick and this insanity revolving around the dog fights for which he appears to be fully responsible. I say 'appears' because isn't that our way - innocent until proven guilty? Well, fine. I'll play. But his situation isn't what this post is about. I will say that I think he deserves to have his testicles removed via his nostrils, though. Along with anyone that gets a friggin boner watching that mess. I'm all for everyone having their own opinions but in this case, not on my blog. I don't care to hear anyone defend that individual or his behavior or his 'sport'. My blog, my rules.

That being said, I want to point out to you that I do actually have, well, a point. M. Vick had, up until recently, been seen as a young, healthy, attractive, athletic, successful sports figure. He was an inspiration to many and a hero to some. I guarantee he was the guy alot of 'armchair quarterbacks' wanted to be. Perhaps until now.

Completely separate from fame, success or wealth, there are always those people that seem to exemplify what we want; who we want to be. Who we gauge ourselves against and feel we fall short of measuring up to. The ones we are embarrassed to say have no similarities to ourselves.

Point is, maybe it's a good thing there are no similarities. Anyone can portray a role. It is called acting. Acting can hide that dark side with an almost impenetrable veil. It's there, we just don't see it. And here we sit glorifying these people when in some cases, they deserve to be vilified.
We needn't be shocked when we learn these thing. The 'haves' are just as susceptible as the 'have nots'.

Don't fool yourself kiddies. Think for yourself. People are not always who you think they are; they are who they want you to think they are.

The boy come home

It's not that I haven't read the comments, it's that I haven't been able to properly reply. But I thank you for writing them. It's been a little tough lately and this moment is no different.

Yesterday was spent en route to a funeral home in Pennsylvania. My cousin met with a tragic end and I wanted to be there for the family. He was diabetic and apparently his blood glucose levels dropped to a dangerous level. While he was driving. He lost consciousness and went head to head with a coal truck and lost. It took the ever-popular 'jaws of life' two hours to untangle the mess and extract him. *They had to actually use a cap to keep his skull in one piece when transferring him. At least that means he went quickly.

That's why I chose this name for the blog. Things change that quickly. Although I hate being reminded, we all need to be from time to time. I'll get back to you later on the rest of things. For now, I have so much to consider.

For the record, Pat was one of the truly good guys. When people say "Guys like that don't exist anymore", they just didn't know him. He was a wonderful blend of kindness, integrity, loyalty and so much more.


* His brother is a funeral director in the area and spoke with the coroner/police/medical examiner and relayed the information to the family. None of that is supposition.

In and out of consciousness, neither is much fun

Hmmm. Ok then. I have my CD. I also have Matthew Good concert tickets on the way. That is my new goal, October 5th. I think I can manage two months. Then again this is coming from someone who by all rights should be on suicide watch. Kind of sick but I think I place a higher value on seeing him than I do on my own existence. Or lack of existence. No plans, just saying that if something were to happen I wouldn't go out of my way to change the course, you know? I just have to buy Sour Cherry lipstick first. (You won't get that.) And see Matt Good.

Other news? Severely pinched nerve for a week; infuckingtense pain, ongoing. As soon as the papers come through it's official that I lost my job at the hospital because of my knee surgery. I quit at the school, I just haven't given a specific date. Had an out of state job presented but it keeps slipping away. Cousin in the hospital; major surgery, cancer suspected. Off for more neurological/
mitochondrial testing. Oh yeah, and I'm nuts. Meh, what are you gonna do about it?

If I crawl out of this hole, I'll visit you. I'm headed toward becoming a hermit that comes out yearly and communicates by thumping a stick or something. If I surpass my expiration date.

FYI: Let it be known that I'm still predominantly anti-serif.