Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Sinusitis and Waterboarding

...are both forms of torture. This pollen needs to go--and fast. I am so sick and tired of being sick and tired, the antibiotics helped with the chest, but it isn't going to chase those allergies off.

Marc wasn't such a little mommy's boy today at his party, so I am thankful for that.

I will say I am CRAVING a long distance run, and I don't know how in the hell I am going to put it in my schedule without interfering with Bob's brick training for his onslaught of triathlons. I have to start swimming at the end of the month to train for mine, and I gotta get some new gear to wear. Why do I commit myself to these things again? This crap is getting expensive.

I don't have much to say today other than a.) I feel like ass b.) I am a snot factory c.) Thank goodness no one has soccer, guitar, chorus, rehearsals, etc. tonight d.) My last little one is two years old. I am saddened about that for some reason. The minutes fly too quickly...I have to do something completely overplayed, but it says what I want to say... and my buds from last night will appreciate....

"Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day.... You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way..... Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way..... Tired of lying in the sunshine..... Staying home to watch the rain .....And you are young and life is long...... And there is time to kill today..... And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you..... No one told you when to run..... You missed the starting gun.... And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking.... Racing around to come up behind you again..... The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older.... Shorter of breath and one day closer to death...... Every year is getting shorter..... Never seem to find the time .....Plans that either come to nought Or half a page of scribbled lines.... Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way..... The time is gone..... The song is over..... Thought I'd something more to say.... Home, home again I like to be here when I can..... When I come home cold and tired...... It's good to warm my bones beside the fire..... Far away across the field ....The tolling of the iron bell ....Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells "