The hidey hole - variations
So, it’s be quiet here lately. Yeah. And here’s the thing, I don’t want this to be my virtual tampon for every gush of something wrong or unpleasant. I mean, let’s get down to brass tacks here. I am a housewife, mother of two. I spend my days with a rambunctious two-year old who is at the stage where every time you say “No” or do something he does not like - he throws a huge screaming and crying fit. Seriously, it looks like the kid has been tasered when he gets going. It’s awful and something you just have to ride out. But it’s draining as well.
This is also a hard time of year for me. My brother died on February 5 2007. He celebrated his last birthday in the hospital. My parents’ wedding anniversary is around this time too. My Dad and Annie Oakley just got back from two weeks in Mexico. I guess that’s how he deals with it. Granted there are no right or wrong ways to dealing with death. Running off to a beach with your girlfriend and buddies pisses me off, but it must make him feel better. And I don’t agree with him just taking off. My cousin and my niece have a really hard time with all this death in the family. He could at least be around to call his grandkids - especially the two who lost their father. I understand that you need to take care of yourself. You need to cope and grieve. But as head of the family - which he reminds us all of so frequently - he needs to reach out and help others heal as well.
In unrelated news, I hate that today is Super Bowl Sunday. I am still so mad and hurt by the Vikings loss that I swear and choke up still when I talk about it. And here is why everyone is so broken up about it. This is the closest we will get to it. This was the year, this was the team, this was the QB. Chickenshit Childress had no answer or strategy for the Saints’ “Let’s Get Favre” defense and he should have. They fucking talked about it all goddamn week on ESPN. All the fucking time you heard “N.O. is going to force the turnover, the are going to attack Favre and try and strip the ball.” I head that shit every day!! Was Childress deaf to it? I hate it, hate it, hate it when games come down to a field goal. Because when that happens it means you fucking up some sweet opportunity earlier in the game and now you’re not play as a team, you’re counting on one guy. I was there at the Dome in 1998 when we missed the FG against Atlanta. It was awful. I’ve never recovered. And when the Vikings were gearing up for the FG….the FG that would have sent them to the Super Bowl I knew deep in my bones that they would fuck it up. I KNEW IT! Hubbin and I were pacing and clenching our fists and I had tears, seriously. And when it all went to hell I wanted to punch the TV and then stick my bloody hand in salt and lemon juice. I wanted to put a toothpick in my eye. I wanted to kick every single O-Line guy in the throat and then in the nuts. I wanted to box ears. I don’t give a fuck that N.O. has never been to the Super Bowl. I don’t care about healing the city or whatever. I want to peel the skin off of every FB friend who is rooting for N.O. I take some comfort in the fact that no way do they have a chance to win. But it should be us. A dear friend really, really, really, wants us to come over for the game and I don’t want to. I just don’t care. Sorry.
A few good things - it’s been about 30 days since my last cigarette. I think about smoking maybe once a day, but nothing is tipping the scales one way or another. Which is good. I coordinated a Bake Sale at Boo’s French school. We made about $700 in three days. I’m really proud of that. We are working on going to Arizona and I might take Boo down to Iowa during her February break. It was this time last year that I had emergency surgery down there. Oye!