10 odd things about me.

This is actually copied and pasted (and edited) from a comment I made on Heathers blog. I had another good chuckle over it and figure you may too. Oh, and feel free to add your own - PLEASE!

Ok, here I go... 10 oddest things about me. Or just the facts really.

1) Seeing as woman on a cell phone in her Mercedes this morning reminded me that my life would not be blissful if I could drive around financially care free. It's the things that cost nothing at all that I worry about. And that, made me feel good. Yeah, this is the kind of stuff I think about which makes it odd'ish.

2) I keep a reserve of at least a dozen toilet paper rolls. Hey, post war baby boomers used to hoard sugar. I don’t know what one has to do with the other so that makes it odd.

3) I have a strange fascination with conjoined twins and usually manage to catch a documentary on them when I'm channel flipping.

4) A leech going up a mans urethra on Eco-Challenge Borneo was all I could think about for two and a half days. I wondered and worried how they would treat that. I know how now.

5) I collect my favourite Dilbert comics and still find them as funny as I did when I first read them. Phil DeCube. Hahahahaha!

6) I have a strange and seemingly endless need to whip food from the work refrigerator into the garbage. Did I mention it was OTHER PEOPLE'S FOOD?

7) It has been scientifically proven that I can see things at a faster rate than the average person. Just ask Heather as I pull lint off her clothes.

8) I correct people when they tell me I look like Kate Jackson mentioning “Pre-cosmetic surgery, right?”

9) I want to push someone off their bicycle and have them get right back on without punching me.

10) Wherever I am I always have floss. Always.

Building a bridge and getting over it

Covering myself in soft things and people, shielding myself from the threat of another attack hoping against hope that the swarm won't come again. It always does. With precision timing when I'm vulnerable and have the tendency to pine, it swallows me. Whole.

This time, standing emotionally naked, I am prepared for it, expect it and defend against it knowing that this too shall pass.

The bridge will eventually extend to the other shore and fade into the horizon like the mirage it always was.

Better late than never 'Dear John' Letter

Dear John,

It was my fault too, and finally, after two years I can say that now.

Be well.