Sunday, February 19, 2006

Bad week gone good?

I'm still alive. Thought I should mention that. Since I haven't blogged in three days, and had mentioned I was sick in the last post. Feeling much better tonight. Took some Nyquil just now. Just in case. Figured I'd milk it for all it's worth. Blogging on Nyquil. This should be fun.

Please stop by here and here when you have a couple of minutes. It's a little personality window thing, and you get to describe me! (Link permanently borrowed from Pia.)

Ended up going out Friday night. Went to eat and wound up playing poker and spades. I know, I know. I should have stayed in. But I was getting restless. Cabin fever. And, I finished second in Texas Hold 'Em.

Being single and living alone, sometimes I start to feel isolated. Like a leper amongst the Israelites. Especially, but not only, when I don't go out for a few nights. I always think about Sandra Bullock in The Net. What if something happened to me? How long would it be until someone thought something was wrong? Until someone found me? Work would be the first place probably. But what if I worked from home? Or didn't work at all? I could be here for days. Weeks, even. Is it morbid to wonder things like that?

Pablo would miss me. His tank is on the chest of drawers next to my bed. And lately, in the afternoons. When I have been napping. He'll get down at the very bottom of his tank, in the corner nearest me, and "sleep" with me. It's the cutest thing. He doesn't usually do it at night. Just when I nap during the day. And while I've been sick.

Had tickets to the George Strait concert Saturday night. Mom had given them to me for Valentine's Day. But that only gave me four days to find someone to go. And I started getting sick Tuesday night. I didn't want to invite someone not knowing if I'd even feel like going myself. So I didn't. I never invited anyone. Then, Saturday morning, she called. I had mentioned the concert to her a few weeks ago. She had to work Saturday, but ended up meeting us at the concert a little late. I had to meet her at the door because I had her ticket. Walking back to our seats, I took her hand to lead her through the crowd...

The week started with Valentine's Day, which honestly, hit me harder than it ever has before, for some reason. Then I got sick for the first time all winter. That's always about as fun as a rectal thermometer. But things worked out, as they always seem to do in the end. And the weekend was good. Really good. At some point during the weekend, I found myself in the kitchen, in my underwear, dancing and singing "Word Up.". And any weekend that includes that scene can't be too bad.

"Wave your hands in the air like you don't care. Glide by the people as they stop to look and stare..."


  1. No, it's not morbid to think things like that.
    It's morbid to wonder if Pablo would start floating if he had no one to nap with and watch dance to Word Up. :)

    Come on, babe, we all love a rectal thermometer.
    Everyone likes being George Michaeled.

  2. I completed the Johari window, but didn't the Nohari window. None of those words described you, which is a good thing!!

    I'm glad everything worked out so you were well enough to go to the concert, with her and well enough to dance to Word Up. Great song! And the pics of this scenario??? Thanks for thinking about us!

  3. Meghan: The first thing I do when I get home every day is open my bedroom door and look to see Pablo swimming around :)

    And, no, not everyone enjoys that. lol
    I'm so glad they've done away with that practice in most industrialized nations.

    Carnealian: I'm afraid that's what a lot of people will do. I filled it out for a couple of friends and it's tough to come up with five weaknesses for someone else.

    Oh right, I always forget the pics, don't I.

  4. "Who will dance for Paolo?" Hahaha, that still cracks me up from your old post.

    About the links, those are fun, I don't know your weaknesses though. Maybe I should pay more attention! Gosh.

  5. And we all know how fun rectal thermometers are! Whee!

  6. "like a leper among the Isrealites" brilliant. Simply brilliant

  7. for the record, i was worried. but i'm glad you had a good weekend. the isolated i hear. and i have a roommate and a cat. my him called over the weekend, it really throws me off my game. if you were closer, i'd suggest we create a singleton leper community.

  8. I'm glad to read that you're feeling better.

  9. MappyB: Yes, that was one of my best. The weaknesses are much harder, for sure. I won't be offended.

    Southie: That should have been the original fight for "right to choose." Oral or rectal. I remember when I was little we had both kinds at home.

    Pia: Thanks. Not exactly a pop culture reference. But it'll do :-)

    Alison: Well nothing's stopping us from creating a virtual community. If we're not already there.

    Xinh: Thanks. And again, thanks for the e-card. So thoughtful :)

  10. Glad you feel better. Love George Strait. My "person" played guitar and George was a favorite of us both. It was sort of our thing. When he moved, "I'm Carrying Your Love With Me," never failed to absolutely kill me.

    Of course, I also remember him saying that "I'll Try" by Alan Jackson was his song for us. I was like, "you better do more than just try!" :)
    Now, I know that "I'll Try" is about the most anyone can do.

  11. Ohhhhh...the blue Nohari window hurts my, hiss!

  12. I'm so glad to know I'm not the only one who has had that thought - wondering how long it would be before anyone noticed I wasn't around. If I'm really busy, I can hole myself up for days without really realizing it. My friends and family know I'm notoriously hard to reach by phone - I always have it off or just don't answer it when I'm busy - so they wouldn't even think it was weird if they couldn't get a hold of me for a few days. I don't work so there are no coworkers to wonder if something happened to me and my classmates and professors would probably just think I was skipping class. You know the saddest part? I think people on the blog would be the first ones to notice something might be amiss. I'm depressing myself just thinking about it so I'm going to stop now.

  13. Welcome back to the land of the living! Glad you made it back from the concert too amid the weather "events" we were

  14. Sorry you weren't feeling well. :( But glad you got to go to the concert. Was it good?

    I did both the Johari and the Nohari for you. I didn't want to do the Nohari, but I did it anyway. I couldn't think of anything bad to say about you Bone. :D

  15. Tenacious T: Interesting. It was brought up at the concert how we never really considered any of George Strait's songs to be "ours." Many others. But none of his. Although we did go to one or two of his concerts together.

    Oh, and I meant to tell you to wear sunglasses before doing the Nohari one :)

    Lizzie: You're right. I didn't even think about that. It probably would be someone who reads my blog. Should I give you all the name and number of a person to contact in case of emergency?

    JMo: Yes, we passed a truck that had flipped over in the median, and three or four other cars off the road, because of the ice.

    Lass: Yeah, it was good. George Strait, Tracy Lawrence, and Miranda Lambert. If you've heard of any of those.

    Thanks for doing the Nohari! I know it's tough.

  16. "a rectal thermometer. But things worked out, as they always seem to do in the end."

    Nice how you use the phrase "in the end" immediately after a reference to a rectal thermometer. Good job!

    And a weekend ending with you singing in your underwear may be good to you but we didn't need to know about it. In fact, I'd rather NOT win the $365 million Powerball than to have that image in my head!

  17. Dancing in your underwear to Word Up?!! I love it!! I thought I was the only one that did that! Just make sure your lingere matches just in case the neighbors are watching...

  18. Buzz: Glad you made the connection. I'll try and keep the underwear references to a minimum. But I have to pander to my largest demographic.

    Beachgirl: Well, there's really nothing to match. Everything goes with black socks...
    Doesn't it?

  19. Trust me. Your largest demographic is male, hopefully STRAIGHT males! I see no evidence that women are after images of you in underwear.

    Besides, are they boxers or briefs? On second thought, don't answer that.

  20. Oh you should read some of the emails I get :)

    And it really disturbs me that you asked that question. Even if you retracted it.