Same Old Trip It Was Back Then
Just in case you thought I had fallen off of the earth, let me verify it for you— you were right. Luckily, gravity has a wonderful quality to it and here I am again. Hooray for meta-depression fueled awareness.
Like a good brothel that draws you back into its loving arms and heaving breasts, blogland is always calling me, looking for an entry of middle-age angst to confuse a web surfer looking for Alice in Chains lyrics.
So I oblige. Know me broken by my master. Heh heh.
You see, I have a whole catalog of half-started blog entries outlining the last two years of my life. Sometimes good titles with no content. Sometimes a story with no ending. Most times a chain of thoughts with half of the links missing.
But this time, it is pretty simple. Change is great, but only if you can ride it into a new self-identity. If you take on too much change though, you could just end up being the same old you with too many things to finish or bring to fruition.
Therefore, new job + new house + new car + surgically repaired wife = same old Sahm. I have to laugh at the irony, and yet I am not surprised. This is my trip, same old one it was back then.
S.Rod does not set off airport-security with her sexy cuteness, or her titanium spinal support. This petite Puertoruvian has been known to use her powers of the Force to steal Sahm's TV Dinners. With her love of crafts and interior-design, S.Rod hopes to make the world a better place one quilted seat cover at a time.
Glad to hear your alive. I hope your surgically repaired wife is recovering nicely and doing well!
Thanks Josh… she is getting better by the day, even if I have to remind her that she is. Unfortunately, she cannot crush a tennis ball in her hand like I hoped she would.