A journal written by an Irish-American lad living in New Jersey with the love of his life Maggie, a handsome Sheltie named Duffy, and a maniacle cat called Chainsaw. Mostly nonsense, some rants and ramblings. Often amusing.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

That's Just the Vikes Talking

I awoke early this morning. The cat was mewing somewhere in the house, looking for his breakfast. He suddenly appeared on the bed and slinked up my side and plopped his fat ass right down against me. And started purring. Nice right? How sweeet. No. The cat is huge and when he purrs you can actually feel the vibration in the mattress. Really. Plus he has a genetically wacky purr. his momma 'Timex' had the same thing. So I get up and let the Lovely One snooze, as she has been getting up early every day for school/work. Plus she got up early last Sunday so I could snooze..it's only fair.
I sat in the quiet kitchen enjoying my tea and then flipped the tv on. I'm keeping a close on on the tele looking for news of plane crashes. I said in my last post that I would be flying for the first time ever in two weeks. I'm still pretty fucking scared. My wife is super supportive and has tried to calm me but I think once I've safely kissed the tarmac in Vegas, I'll be a wreck. It has been occupying my mind and I've even lost some sleep over it. But something happened this week that has alleviate my fear. Somewhat. There was a horrible accident in Freehold this week. Three teenagers and a 68 year old woman killed in a car accident. Shit. The wreck has been all over the news and even covered in New York. To see the aerial view of the scene you would think you were seeing the aftermath of a NASCAR wreck. It was sickening. The kid driving the Cadillac STS was apparently fucking flying ( no pun intended) and the big muscle car smashed into a mini-van carrying a 68 yr old woman and a 13 year old student. Everyone in the Caddy was killed. It got me thinking. That could happen to me. Even though the Lovely One tried to comfort me by saying you're safer in the air, it hit me when I saw this. I only drive 8 miles to work each day. But we live in a heavily congested part of the state. There are so many cars on the road compared to planes in the sky. Shit.
I've also read a fear of flying site written from a psychological view point and that has helped. Some. I'll just have to get it over with. Now my dilemma is this. Tranquilizers or beer?..
It will be comforting to know if something, God forbid happens, I'll be with the woman I love and two very close friends.
I'm having some bad pain today. I've just taken my second Vike and it is only 'taking the edge off' . The weird thing is, I didn't 'do' anything to aggravate it. I was simply climbing the stairs. It is awful. It's like having a knife between my shoulder blades. I tried taking the Duffmeister for a walk but he was unusually jumpy and 'pully' today. Plus it was raining. I cannot get comfortable. Crap.
I've spent 99% of my day in front of my 'puter playing POGO. I've downed 5 cups of tea so far and I did something I have not done in years. I'm watching the Boston Bruins. My former favorite hockey team is on NBC.
Since moving to Jersey, I've become a Devils fan. I resisted at first but their awesome style of play has won me over.
It was hard at first. The Bruins, and those of you in New England will agree with me, are like a bad relationship. The girl is pretty, but she never does anything to make herself prettier. She's content being just hot. She wears the same old clothes, make-up is always the same... The girl keeps letting you get closer and closer, stringing you along, but she never 'closes the deal' (my analogy for winning the Cup). Yet you keep hanging on...hoping someday, some way..it'll happen. She drags you along for weeks, years. Your life is slipping away and she still has your heart, and keeps breaking it. Suddenly , you meet a new girl. She's just as pretty and maybe even a little prettier. She cares about you. She lets you know because she's constantly trying to make it happen. She draws you in with her style, her charm and her 'toughness'. She even seals the deal. Often too. 3 times in five years. You are hooked. You can't let go. She's got you and she knows it.
I hope that kinda clears things up.
Back to the Lovely One. She is really enjoying the fact that she is now a Real Estate agent. She worked her arse off and now she has a job that will reward her for all her hard work. She received her open house signs today with her name and cell phone number on them. Very nice. She says she can't believe she did it. I can. She's wicked smaht.

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