Blah, Blah, Blah In Your Dreams ……..

Blah, Blah, Blah In Your Dreams ……..
So is this the point where I am suppose to say, “I have a sprained ankle, too”?

Okay. My turn to “weigh” in. It is funny how we all respond to that part of a post to which we tune in–to which we hear–to which we relate–given the lens we use to read it. See, ole’ Mother Hen heard you griping about your lumpy chair and sore butt cause she wishes she had the time you have to rest on a lumpy chair.

Whereas I heard you talking about your fat a** as it sits in that lumpy chair and how upset you are that you can not embrace this moment and use it as the momentum you need to get off your a** and make some changes in your life–embracing those changes. I hear this because that is where I am at. I have basically gained most all my weight back, and I hate how I feel about the weight, and myself, because I have no willpower to make changes. So, Cyberscribe speaks as your ole’ mother hen, and I speak as your big fat hen sista.

Cyberscribe, you state, “So Anita, my message to you is to ENJOY that lumpy chair, and a sore butt, as they are signs that you are still alive and living, and you have time to recuperate in style. And when you can, get off that butt, and get with your family, as the time in which they will be able to enjoy knowing who you are is limited, and getting shorter all the time.” I hear what you are saying, Cyberscribe, and totally agree in the content with which you wrote this, however, I take a second layered message from this. “So Anita, my message to you is to ENJOY that lumpy chair, and a sore butt, as they are signs that you are still alive and living. . .” To me, this is the essence of what Anita is saying. I know that if I don’t make changes in my life so that I can put on my socks, not have pain from hopping around, not complain about a chair being lumpy when it was my fat a** that broke the springs, etc., that I am not going to live. As a matter of fact, I feel these are signs that I am dying. And yet, no motivation to change. If thinking you are killing yourself is not enough motivation to change, what is? This is what I ask myself.

SO, even though I am most sorry for you, Cyberscribe, and your plight right now—had a smaller taste of it, but you are obviously eating the dessert (LOL)–I find the post from Anita especially revealing about myself for a different reason than you. As for your post, I am most glad that I made a decision to stay home and not help out my family this year. Your post most confirms that for me. You ought to not interview right now because you are totally unaware that you have been taken over by the manic depressive habits that can only come from doing the things you are currently doing–been there, done that, ran away. Your new employer is going to spot this a mile away. LOL When I was in St. Louis, Gretel said to Doug, “when we get her home will she be normal again.”

By the way, thanks for starting up the blog again! I have missed hearing from everyone.

All seriousness of the above post aside (play on words, here), I am so sorry that you sprained your ankle, Anita. It reminds me of when you sprained your ankle when we went to lunch. Man on man, was it purple in no time. To make you feel even worse about yourself, Zach sprained his ankle the second day of his 1 week backpacking trip. He sprained it so badly the first thought it was broken. It looked horrible when he returned home. He wants you to know that he still carried a 40lb. pack and hiked 11 miles over the next 4 days after he sprained it. They wrapped it in tape and off he had to go. Hate the youth, don’t ya.

Cyberscribe, I am truly sorry for all that you are living through right now. Is there anything we can do on this end? I have been so busy that I don’t watch movies anymore, but I could slow down and invite Ken to dinner and a movie. Would he want to come?