Friday, April 30, 2004
The Silvery Zoloft Is Landing
I've been weaning myself off of Zoloft to see if I really need it anymore. I can feel a difference, but it's not that bad. I thought I'd give it a month or so "sans drugs" and see how it goes. If it turns out my life is better with the drug, I'll start taking it again. Lord knows I have a huge supply of the stuff ... my wonderful doctor was very generous with sample packs. But, really, I'd rather not be dependant upon a pharmaceutical company for my happiness and mental well being, if you know what I mean.
However, I have nothing but good stuff to say about Zoloft. It's just that I feel I may have reached a point where I won't continue needing it. We'll see.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
No Worries, No House
You know, in the last few weeks, I have written more bad poetry than I have in my entire life.
Nope, can't share them with you ... they're written for a very specific, single audience.
(I can feel your relief from way over here. LOL.)
In other news, my house is still sold. I say that because, even after the sale, I still expected something screwy to happen that would nullify it. So far, so good. I drive past it every once in a while and see a lot of work being done on it. It's no longer mine.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Finally!
The house is sold! It's gone! It's bye bye! My credit has been saved.
Now I can get on with the rest of my life.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
The Gods Are Smiling
Jessie and I had a sleep over at my friend's house and then we all went to the Ft. Worth Art's Festival yesterday, which was a lot of fun. Last night when we got home (my home) there was a message on the answering machine from my realtor. The house sale has not fallen through, it's a go, and I have a firm appointment for closing at 10:00 AM on Monday.
Somewhere, the Gods are smiling at me.
At the Art Fest we were watching a comedian doing a fun act with some props, and he needed a volunteer from the audience. I looked away, looked at my feet, tried to be invisible ... didn't work. Why do they always pick ME? So I had to go up there, put on a funny hat, mimic his moves, and then he handed me a microphone and had me do the introduction to his next act ... and you know what, I think I did a really good job. Strange, too, because I was so nervous I can hardly remember doing any of it. My friend told me she couldn't tell, it seemed I was perfectly at ease. It must be I'm getting really good at hiding my terror.
Today my kiddo and I have free tickets to Six Flags for my company picnic. The sky looks iffy but Yahoo Weather tells me it's going to be windy and cloudy, not rainy. I'll hope for the best... and, actually, we'd better start getting ready to go.
Take care, all! Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
Friday, April 16, 2004
No matter what happens...
...at least today is Friday.
Didn't sleep much last night. Stayed up late talking to my girlfriend and woke up early because I'm worried about the house sale ... or not sale, as the case may be.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Let's Go To Hooters
Got hit with a possible setback today. My house sale might fall through. Actually, positive thinking aside, I'm pretty sure it's going to ... judging by how it's gone so far.
This sucks because I've pretty much bet everything on this. I'll survive, but it's going to be rough for a while. I've survived far worse, but, man ... everything seemed to be going my way finally. Guess it was just an illusion. It's disappointing to say the least.
Reality slaps me down every once in a while. That's what I get for being an impulsive dreamer. So, if it comes to pass, and I'm unable to sell the house ... yeah. There goes my credit. Bye bye. What worries me is how this is going to affect others in my life. How they see me.
Feeling depressed. Yup yup. Well, at least my co-workers are taking me out to Hooters today for lunch. That's something. LOL.
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Big Fat Viagra Pens
9:36 am - Waiting at my doctor's office, staring at a box of Viagra tissues next to the magazines on the table. I keep thinking, there has to be at least 10 really funny jokes in that, somewhere. Viagra tissues. Yeah. It's comedy waiting to happen.
There are also big, fat, Viagra pens, but that's too easy.
On the receptionist's counter sits a beautiful blue Zoloft clock. There's a joke in there somewhere, as well. I can feel it.
If Zoloft is supposed to make you happy, why did they color the clock blue?
10:21 am - My doctor is very happy with me. My weight is down, my blood pressure is down, and all my tests came out fine. So ... why did I go to the doctor? I'm healthy! Hah hah.
End Of The Day: At Home - The house sale didn't happen yet again, but it will "any day now." Wee. It's getting frustrating, my friends. It really is.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Happy Easter everyone!
Jessie and I colored eggs and I hid them for her this morning, but we had to do it inside the apartment because it's COLD and RAINY outside, definitely not typical April weather.
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Asleep At 9pm? No way!
Just got word ... my house sale is now closing next Monday. Frustrating, but ... it's okay. That means I'm going to have to get a hold of a lawn mower and go do some yard work this weekend. Ugh.
Got some preliminary work done on one of my two new novels. But I was really, really tired last night, and ended up falling asleep at 9:00 pm [very unusual for Mr. Jerry] but instead of getting a nice long sleep ... I woke up at 1:30 in the morning and didn't doze off again until 6 am, 15 minutes before my alarm went off.
I was dog tired today, but then a special friend called me, and now I'm ready to go run a marathon.
Oh, and this is interesting ... my good friend Dave sent me pictures from his new place of employment. He's now head chef at an exclusive gentlemen's club in Australia. Not only are there pictures of naked women holding his culinary creations, but he included naked pictures of his boss ... also a woman who strips there (I assume?). LOL. You rock, Dave!
Needless to say, I can't exactly post those pictures here.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Problems Like These
Well, my house sale is supposed to close today.
Yeah, right.
I've lost track of how many times it's been delayed. I'm not worried -- I'm just getting frustrated. I want to move on with my life and this event is holding me back. So here I sit on pins and needles, waiting to hear from my realtor, and while I try to remain positive, I am not expecting her to call. It's not pessimism ... it's experience.
In the meantime I remain happy and active, and have been keeping in touch with Becky and her adventures, and my older daughter and her wild escapades. My younger daughter and I are living tame lives in comparison, to be sure. Poor kid is bored out of her mind half the time. I'm not as cool as her mom.
My biggest problem at the moment is that I don't get to see my friends as much as I'd like. My kid has the same problem.
My only other problem at the moment is that I bought a big bag of coffee beans but forgot to grind them before leaving Costco, and so, I'm out of coffee, because I have no grinder at home.
I can live with problems like these.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
I Forgot To Throw A Party
Happy 04/04/04! Or at least what there is left of it. What a cool date. I forgot that I'd wanted to throw a party, just because. My kid reminded me tonight when I was signing her homework thing and we noticed the date.
Oh well, we have next year. We can have an 05/05/05 party.
Friday, April 02, 2004
Jerry Vs. The Scorpion
When I was a rug rat, I lived in the Arizona desert with my parents and big brother. I still have vivid memories of chasing lizards, climbing trees, getting kicked by a horse (learned quickly that they don't like their tail pulled) and being attacked by fire ants.
One thing I don't remember directly, but only through family stories, is the day I attacked a great big desert scorpion while barefoot.
My brother said it was dusk, and we were saying good bye to visitors, and I ran out onto the carport barefoot and yelled "Bug!" They turned, horrified, to see me stomping on a big yellow scorpion, and the scorpion was defending itself (of course) and thwacking me repeatedly in the top of the foot with it's tail.
My brother told me I said, "Ouch." Then my mom screamed, my father bellowed, and he picked me up and rushed me two houses down to where a doctor lived. I wasn't crying or anything, but probably very upset to see my parents upset. My brother told me I didn't start crying until they stuck my whole leg into a bin of ice water.
Needless to say, I lived, but now the mere thought of a scorpion or spider gives me the willies. When my kids discovered this, I was rewarded by little plastic spiders hidden everywhere that could possibly surprise me, especially my sock drawer.
Kids are so cruel.
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