Ok. My fans demand it. I must write. After a few anonymous comments received today, I'm here.

As usual, I think of all these things to write while I am in the car driving to work. Probably there are more in the morning than in the afternoon.

Here's my latest pet peeve. It's called Just Say Hi, Dammit!!
Why do people insist on greeting me with "What's up?", "How are you?", "What's happening?"
Y'know what's up? The frickin' sky! The ceiling. The heads of tall people. Point up and say "That way"! Get a clue!
What's happening? Well, right now, I'm breathing in. No, out. No, in. No, out. Well, you get the picture. Life is happening. If you don't really want me to tell you, then don't frickin' ask!!! I WILL tell you but since, in most cases, I don't know you well enough, you really don't want to know.
Finally, how am I? Sometimes, I feel great. Sometimes, I'm depressed. Often, I am frustrated and angry. Sometimes I am tired. Once again, if you are not a close friend, then you don't really want to know, so stop asking.
Just say, "Hello, George." Smile. I will think you like me or care about me and I won't feel obligated to reply with some insincere and mostly false answer. It bothers me to say I'm fine when I'm not and it reminds me that I am not fine. Is that what you want?
Finally, if you are a pretty female with generous breasts, cradle my head between them, stroke my hair, and just say "it's all right, now." Oh, wait. That was mom. I never got enough of that. She died when I was 30. I guess by then, I was too old for the "cradle my head" bit, but, I can still have my fantasies.....

Tomorrow will be the 11th anniversary of Greg's accident. My son Greg ran into the back of a school bus that day and after 5 days in intensive care, was declared brain dead. It's so hard to hate February so bad. Geoff's birthday was three days ago. Theresa's was 13 days ago. And tomorrow is the day that Greg left us at age 19. There's a hole in my heart. It hurts that I can't remember him very much except through pictures. I watch that video that we made a Christmas a year or two before he died. It's hard to bring myself to do it, but I must and I kinda enjoy it. It hurts to feel that I don't think of Greg as often as I used to but that's good in a way too. I pray for him every morning. That's nearly 11 years of prayers.
If you see me tomorrow, I'll probably be busy. I may not be thinking about Greg at the moment and that's fine. But as I drive to school tomorrow morning, I'll probably think of him. Maybe I will cry as I drive down the road. Maybe I won't.

I am reading, er, listening to "The Time Traveller's Wife", a novel. After about 6 hours of the book, I'm starting to get into it. It has been tough though at times. It's about this man who is suddenly and uncontrollably transported from the present to the past or future. He arrives naked and has to forage for food and clothes until he is just as uncontrollably and unpredictably transported back to the present. I look forward to listening to the rest of the book.

When that book is done, then I'll listen to the unabridge version of "The DaVinci Code". Theresa says it's very rivetting. I usually like what Theresa likes so I'm looking forward to listening to it. Audio books sure make my 80 minute commute less of a chore. Now that I belong to Audible.com, I get two books each month for $21.95. I can download them as many times as I want so I don't have to archive them on my laptop or iPod. It seems to be a great deal for me.

So, I'm trying to make it through the bleak month of February. It is like a black veil for me. I will try to stay positive and think of others rather than myself. Yeah, hope that works for me.

I guess I've given you a big enough slice of me for today. Thanks for reading.

Ciao, babies!