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I am Getting Better at this blogging stuff aren't I?
Angie

The Train Is A Rolling...And Unless It Derails...

Well, by now you all, (well those of you who read this any way) know Keith. I got my second birthday surprise today while on a fishing outing with Keith. I caught a 19-inch catfish.

Many thanks to Keith for netting him, let me tell you all this, if he had not, the hook was in his mouth so good the fish yanked hard, the line snapped, and he would have gotten away, but, once again my buddy had my back.
It is strange isn’t it, sometimes, how we can sit in the misting cloudy days, eating a lunch (which neither of us would have though to pack Erika gets total props for that one mind you, thanks babe) and though you don’t talk much, you don’t need to, and there is not much that needs to be said. You know you just enjoy doing it, and you know this is a person you will enjoy doing this with.
I have known a lot of people in my life. I have had a lot of “friends”. Erika and I talk about this sometimes how fortunate we are that we have people in our lives that care about us just as we are.
Then realizing that should be considered a gift in and of it self I guess.
So this birthday thing will be in full swing in a short while, we are about to embark “on ward and up ward!” to dinner and John and Dianne’s house. Here is hoping you all have a joyous and wonderful a meal tonight as I do.
It feels like I should be talking more, speaking profoundly and reflecting on the great pasts and futures of life to come, but all I can think to say is:

“May The Force Be With You!”

Ahhh....The March Goes On...Oh Wait That Was "The Beat Goes On" Wasn't It?

Well, it is that time of year again. Yep you guessed it, another day another dollar, another dime dropped, but then, Stephen King said “Everyone Drops The Dime”. Birthdays seem to have this ominous glow, this vigorous defiance to them, you either love or hate them, join the party or hide from the reality that yes you are getting older. It was never the getting older that freaked me out; it was the push to celebrate the obvious truth. Yes we get older, yes there are 365/366 days in a year (though no my dear friends it was not always so) We force this mountain of mysticism on people in this cultural masquerade, and yet, it’s banality is overwhelming, don’t you think? What a simple thing to celebrate a life.
I sit sometimes, and watch my nephew Max, as he explores the world around him, and I think of how excited I of all people was to be there for his first birthday. The celebration of his first year of his young life, odd, I often duck and cover when it comes to my own. Yes, I planned vacation to be sure I was there for it, I would not have missed it for the world, yet, in the grand display, in the cake and melted mush of confections gone bad, the swirl of the sink washes away the sin of hiding from my own mortality.
Why do I not see my own celebration? Why do I not feverishly grasp the reigns and enjoy the ride of confetti, helium, sugar high? I’m not sure.
It feels displaced sometimes. Not worth the celebration.
This year…
This year…
Is…Different.
Tomorrow, two days before the official kick off of my coming into being in this world, I am spending the day fishing with my great friend Keith. I really like Fishing with him, something about the quiet and his company and just being me, and never worrying about judgment is wonderful. The, as Erika says, I get treated to a “Lundbom Dinner” LOL. I must say, John and Diane cook a wonderful meal, and I happen to be the guest of honor. It is nice to be asked about the menu and such. Thursday night, we get to hang out with Allyson, Keith, and of course Max. (They went on a trip to Jersey, we have missed them more than a little, and can’t wait to see how much Max has grow, and Allyson too…wink wink hug hug) Friday is possibly Bingo and dinner with friends.
Erika has taken off work for 3 days we have 5 whole days together, way kewel, and a gift to me all in and of it self. And though I will miss the guys and Tonya for “beer and balls” I am sure if I requested pool for my birthday it could be arranged.
This year…instead of the usual trepidation and hiding, the taking days off from work to be away from everyone, people I love and cherish surround me, and do I think this year will be different?
Well Erika, my happy thought for the day, yes I do.
Angie

“Imagination…Sit, Stay….Lay Down and Play Dead”

I have been working on reading a book, and slowly plodding along. However, there is no way to say this; once you have seen the movie it is harder to see a character in the light originally intended by the author. But we plod along hoping to catch that glimpse originally intended before Hollywood slapped on the make-up and where in hell is wardrobe, we need them on set in less than five, they look just awful that color just wont do with the lighting we have set up! Good grief. Makes you miss Charlie Chaplin, doesn’t it? in the wide open space between the lines my imagination grapples with the beautiful world the author tries desperately to lay before me, while my unconscious nags in the glitz and glam of over paid child actors and under studies for whom the really awful bathroom shots and awkward naked poses are supposed to be reserved for (unless the actor or actress has a voyeuristic streak who knows these days wink wink).

All of this proves to me the damnable idiocy we are creating for the youth of our nation and we wonder why we have spoiled loss of innocence. Go figure Mr. President. A television in every home that was once the dream. a television in every room of every home, that was once a dream, now the damned house talks to you and tells you what the fuck you have to put in spaghetti to make it taste good! No shit, leave it to Billy Gates, he has a house a “proto type” mind you, that tells you what ingredients you have and need to cook food, tells you what steps to take, it even keeps track of your damned Prescription Medications! Since when did we loose control over the house and the house became the ruler of the roost, and the fantasy a reality, and the books of the future were no longer needed? No reason what so ever hardly to watch the freaking Jetsons anymore, sorry Astro, fetch is way out dated, they forgot to program us to play that game with you.
More To Come I am Sure...
Angie

All Washed Up...And Don't Forget Ship Wrecked...Has Anyone Seen The GOOD Dr. Wilson?

Do you ever watch an episode of one of your favorite TV shows, and one of your favorite characters, one your thought you knew oh so well, says something, does something so damning to your prophetic hero or heroine? Damned if I did not just see the first episode if season five of House. I am in shock, it is fight or flight, I want to strangle Wilson’s character right now. I can’t give away details for the die hards that have not seen it yet, however, when you see it, you will be caught breathless. Every characteristic of him, the fiber of his being is rocked in his clash of the Titans performance in the last three minutes of the episode. Never have I seen Robert Sean Leonard in the cowardice role since Dead Poets Society. Never have I seen him in a self preserving state, but then who has seen Robert Sean Leonard in anything since Dead Poets Society, unless they caught the awkward glance on the street corner with Dixie cup in hand begging for the change to go grab fish and chips when his Broadway wash up shows were whisked away to London to “Less than admirable reviews” but what do I know I am but a humble House M.D. advocate, who accepted that Wilson was in fact a main stay of science and good that allowed Princeton Plains-Burrow Hospital to function. And now? How do we go on? Well, after knowing the washing of the first 3 Mrs. Wilsons, and their hefty alimony settlements, what was he thinking that this was little more than a premature divorce that had gone a little awry? But no, he takes this opportunity to exit stage left, and “back on the dole matey!” I wonder how long it will be before we see another Robert Sean Leonard production on the off shoot of Broadway starving with thread bare costumes and lipstick worn stage maidens.
Angie
PS...STILL NOT SURE WHY I am Ranting...Just Click On My Heading To This Post...It Takes You To the Full Episode From Hulu...Props To Them...A.

Number 1...What Else Do You Call The First Blog You Ever Wrote?

Well here we are the beginning of the end. Weird opening I know. However, I never was much of a supporter of the whole Blog world. I know, I know, catch up with the times Ang. however, it is not about that, it is about fighting the machine, sort of, being different, sort of, being myself, sort of, expressing my individuality, sort of.
I wrote a piece about how Blogging will be the spewing damaging end all of the world, the catch phrase that melts our minds and numbs our souls, and yet here I am; giving in, taking my last breath, diving into the deep end of the arsenic pool. Have you ever seen a fight dog before a fight? They are not so tough, they sit, cornered in their cages terrified of the master’s hand, pissing on themselves; I am like that a lot of the time. Who is the master? Time? Life? God? People? The air I breathe? who is to say, all I know is right now as I sit here, this computer is a voice for which no one will ever here. But, that’s okay, I can live with that as long as the story is written and the page is held, the word spoken, the pen scrawled, the hand tested, the mind stretched, and the balance restored. And we all here “sing us a song you’re the piano man! Sing us a song tonight! For we’re all in the mood for a melody! And you’ve got us feeling alright!”

Enough of those kinds of thoughts now; on to regular every day life, you will see it is rather bland and ordinary I promise. Athena has made herself rather scarce today, she was very cuddly and active yesterday, however today she has been reclusive and hidden from the light, I don’t blame her, I have become some sort of vampire myself, lol. Almost as if I go outside with out sunscreen, I may get sun burnt, not really, but my life has been rather sheltered lately.

Fishing, let’s talk about fishing. Last Friday I went fishing with my good friend Keith. (I recently asked him to stand up in my wedding; he and his beautiful wife Allyson are very good friends of Erika and mine; and I was very happy when he said he would be honored to stand up in the wedding with me.) We sat at that lake, the breeze was great, asking each other back and forth if we were having a good time, if the other was okay, if we were ready to go, both wanted to stay, the sun finally got the best of us. (or maybe it was the fact that my damned Bic lighter ran out on us I guess we will never know for sure) we may have only caught one fish, but that was a great day, my anxiety has been high, stress and tensions have been unbearable at home and for me personally. Keith looked at me when we first got there and said “if you feel stressed here...” my own thoughts trailed off in my laughter, he was right, I had a stress free morning. We may have only caught one fish, however, that one fish gave me a memory of laughter, and a joke to tell his son for years to come, and a memory that just my friend and I share.

Okay Okay Okay Okay, (any one else like Joe Pesci?) this is getting long, and I need to rest and be bored, and do nothing except for a chore or two around the house. Take care and there will be more later.
Angie