Life is too short. Period. For some it's shorter than others.
And sometimes it's just a waste. A life snuffed out as easily as a flame with a quick breath. A bad decision, one momentary lapse of good judgement and it was over.
My friend Paul Milne died on Feb. 16th. It's been too painful to think about, let alone write about, and to be honest my babies, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to just yet. But I will. When the time is right.
It's been a sad/happy time. Bittersweet is the word. To be so happily surprised on Valentine's Day, only to feel such pain and sadness three days later. I feel guilty for wanting to share wonderful news when there is so much not wonderful right now. It feels selfish.
Is it?
HRG
Monday, February 25, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
What's Love Got To Do With It?
...why, it has everything to do with it! Happy Valentine's Day my babies--isn't wonderful that the greeting card companies created this holiday just so that we could all have warm fuzzies, even if for just one day?
I'm just kidding. It was J who said those words....when he was thirteen. He's repeated them every Valentine's Day since.
Just wait until he really falls in love for the first time.
They'll come back to bite him. Hard.
But, onto happier, more Valentine-y things, yes?
It was a wonderful day. Maybe it's ok to give ourselves permission to love everyone and even ourselves after all. Warm fuzzies aren't too too bad.
TCB is taking me to dinner tonite. A grown up dinner and everything. It's a surprise too. I like that.
And no, I don't have my hopes up. Seriously.
But you'll get all the juicy details tomorrow.
Well.....maybe not all of them. Some of them will remain a story for another day.
The rest will be in next month's Forum.
Hearts and Warm Fuzzies and of course, all things Groovy to you all.
HRG
I'm just kidding. It was J who said those words....when he was thirteen. He's repeated them every Valentine's Day since.
Just wait until he really falls in love for the first time.
They'll come back to bite him. Hard.
But, onto happier, more Valentine-y things, yes?
It was a wonderful day. Maybe it's ok to give ourselves permission to love everyone and even ourselves after all. Warm fuzzies aren't too too bad.
TCB is taking me to dinner tonite. A grown up dinner and everything. It's a surprise too. I like that.
And no, I don't have my hopes up. Seriously.
But you'll get all the juicy details tomorrow.
Well.....maybe not all of them. Some of them will remain a story for another day.
The rest will be in next month's Forum.
Hearts and Warm Fuzzies and of course, all things Groovy to you all.
HRG
Sunday, February 03, 2008
I'm The Authority?
.....on men? Oh please.
I used to be, or at least I thought so. Now I can't figure them out at all.
Damn it's frustrating.
Then I saw a book that made me feel a little better, although the name of the author escapes me at this moment. Shame on me, I should remember her name. She's obviously brilliant enough to come up with just the right title.
Everthing I Had To Learn, I Learned In Kindergarten. Boys Are Stupid.
Not only that, but they can't tell time either. Nevermind that it's a guy thing. No excuse for saying "oh baby, I'm just finishing this last drink and I'm on my way". What kind of drink takes THREE hours to finish?
There was an office gathering for someone leaving the company on Friday. TCB made noises about not going, but you know what babies? HRG has learned to be secure in a relationship, so he was fully urged to go. Why then, was it so hard for him to say that he was having a good time and was going to stay for a bit longer? No, I didn't say anything when he finally rolled in. Nothing at all. Not the silent treatment, the exbf put me through that often enough, I know how painful it is. I just didn't address the issue. I had a bath, something to eat and went to bed.
The next day Injury was lonely. That's when Insult got involved.
And we all know what happens when we add Insult to Injury, don't we?
A bomb drops.
To make up for being sick on our days off together, I offered to take him to dinner last nite. I have to work today, but not until later, so we could have a nice dinner, then hit Bart's for a brandy and call it a nite. We made these plans early in the week btw.
Then he announced that he had to go work at 11 p.m. I asked when he knew he had to do this. He said Friday. He'd forgotten to tell me, just like he had completely forgotten that we were going out for dinner.
(announcer's voice):
"Welcome to HRG's Emotional Field Day everyone! We're moments away from kick off. The coin is being tossed and..........the game will start with Self-Esteem in possession of HRG's heart. Fear and Doubt are on the sidelines, Forgotten is scanning the field, reading the play, ready to wreak havoc and run all the way, waiting to slam HRG's heart onto the ground in victory. Self-Esteem has a firm grip on the heart and a good eye on Forgotten. It's at the 10, the 20....wow! Look at this sportsfans, Doubt tries to tackle, Self-Esteem shakes it off. That heart is safe and going all the way.
Holy Cow, where did Forgotten come from?! Self-Esteem is laying on the field, looking pretty shaken up, Forgotten has the ball and is going all the way--look at it run!!!!! The referee is holding up his arms......it's good!!!!! Looks like HRG's defense didn't show up at all. Too bad."
So babies, there you have it.
Boys ARE stupid.
Even the cute ones.
HRG
I used to be, or at least I thought so. Now I can't figure them out at all.
Damn it's frustrating.
Then I saw a book that made me feel a little better, although the name of the author escapes me at this moment. Shame on me, I should remember her name. She's obviously brilliant enough to come up with just the right title.
Everthing I Had To Learn, I Learned In Kindergarten. Boys Are Stupid.
Not only that, but they can't tell time either. Nevermind that it's a guy thing. No excuse for saying "oh baby, I'm just finishing this last drink and I'm on my way". What kind of drink takes THREE hours to finish?
There was an office gathering for someone leaving the company on Friday. TCB made noises about not going, but you know what babies? HRG has learned to be secure in a relationship, so he was fully urged to go. Why then, was it so hard for him to say that he was having a good time and was going to stay for a bit longer? No, I didn't say anything when he finally rolled in. Nothing at all. Not the silent treatment, the exbf put me through that often enough, I know how painful it is. I just didn't address the issue. I had a bath, something to eat and went to bed.
The next day Injury was lonely. That's when Insult got involved.
And we all know what happens when we add Insult to Injury, don't we?
A bomb drops.
To make up for being sick on our days off together, I offered to take him to dinner last nite. I have to work today, but not until later, so we could have a nice dinner, then hit Bart's for a brandy and call it a nite. We made these plans early in the week btw.
Then he announced that he had to go work at 11 p.m. I asked when he knew he had to do this. He said Friday. He'd forgotten to tell me, just like he had completely forgotten that we were going out for dinner.
(announcer's voice):
"Welcome to HRG's Emotional Field Day everyone! We're moments away from kick off. The coin is being tossed and..........the game will start with Self-Esteem in possession of HRG's heart. Fear and Doubt are on the sidelines, Forgotten is scanning the field, reading the play, ready to wreak havoc and run all the way, waiting to slam HRG's heart onto the ground in victory. Self-Esteem has a firm grip on the heart and a good eye on Forgotten. It's at the 10, the 20....wow! Look at this sportsfans, Doubt tries to tackle, Self-Esteem shakes it off. That heart is safe and going all the way.
Holy Cow, where did Forgotten come from?! Self-Esteem is laying on the field, looking pretty shaken up, Forgotten has the ball and is going all the way--look at it run!!!!! The referee is holding up his arms......it's good!!!!! Looks like HRG's defense didn't show up at all. Too bad."
So babies, there you have it.
Boys ARE stupid.
Even the cute ones.
HRG
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