Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Back to the Drawing Board... My nephew Isaiah had surgery last week to correct a hernia that he's had forever... poor kid - not even 3 and he's had 2 surgeries more than I have (touch wood). So my sister was telling me that poor Isaiah woke up from his surgery without her there (Nurse Ratchet wouldn't let her in...) and was absolutely inconsolable - shrieking and wailing and carrying on. When they finally let her in, my sister cuddled him tightly in a rocking chair and soothed him until his screaming stopped and he had calmed enough that between short, spasming gasps of air almost like hiccups he could ask her..."Wh-uh-ee-uh-re (uh) did the(uh)y put m-m-m(uh)y w(uh)(uh)eeeii(uh)ner? (uh)(uh)(uh)" (transl. "Where did they put my weiner?"). Poor kid! No wonder he was so inconsolable!!!! I guess the anesthetic had numbed the general area of his hernia, which was just above his groin, so when the kid gave his willy a tug there was no sensation. Just proves what I've always suspected... they are bloody ridiculously attached to those things from an incredibly early age... In other news... I don't really have much to share. Still residing in Clint's "man shed" and surviving on individual frozen meals... still pushing the big rock uphill and trying desperately to harness/exhibit some shadowed resemblance of patience in the whole thing. It's getting tough, though. As empathetic as I am, I can't help wanting to just sever everything that ties me to that old world and be done with it. It's the dragging out that makes it so painful for everyone, I think. But, not all of us operate this way (thus, the patience...). Was feeling semi-hopeful in other departments, but as usual my zealous excitement scared the bejeezus out of a potential new friend and now am returned back to my original state of "meh". Bummer, dude. Speaking of dudes AND bummers, I saw Uncle Gary this last weekend ('Dude'), and learned that "the universe just isn't flowing in our favour for India next fall, man... I think we should wait until 2013" ('Bummer'). Goddamnit! There goes my light at the end of the tunnel that I've been banking on... 2.5 years is an awful long time away... what are the chances it will actually happen? I'm thinking, slim to none. So, now it's back to the drawing board. Where shall I plan to go next fall? I need to have something on the horizon... the carrot... or I'm worried I'll lose sight and momentum on this quest I started. Quest... ha! So far it feels like a bloody crusade... and I don't think I'm winning... |