Last week I started watching Glee on Netflix. I was bored and the selection on Netflix (streaming), well, sucks.
I have enjoyed the show, must to my surprise. It would fun to sing "responses" to stuff...mostly for the cheesy factor. I really hope that's the comedian in me.
Tired of the Fat Jokes
I wrote about this earlier in the week. I tend to write "on-the-fly" without editing or any such thing, so it was natural that I left out quite a bit.
What I did not mention is probably more important as that article focused mainly on how I felt.
As a dad of 2, one with special needs (and I'm not just saying that because she is a girl :) ), I have a lot of work to do outside of my professional responsibilities. Playing with them is #1 on that list. Mom deals with the day to day operations while I'm like the Cruise Director, maybe Captain of Fun. At least I should be. This weight thing affects how I interact...in that I get tired way too easily or I just simply don't want to (or can't) play. That blows.
We lived in Simi Valley, CA from 1979 to 1983. My dad worked in downtown L.A. off of Wilshire Boulevard. During the week, it was a 2 hour commute, each way. Despite this, he would still come home and play catch with me or take me to the local school for some batting practice. I want to be more like that.
And then there's the, "I'm gonna die" thoughts, if I let this continue. That might be overstating things just a tad, but to fall so far from grace, those thoughts are hard to shake. I don't know what "normal" people are like, i.e. ones who never exercised like I once did. Maybe I'm crazy for thinking like this, but that wouldn't be much of a surprise.
Finally, there's the thought (related to the previous) of what would happen if I fell over? Currently, I don't have life insurance (working on it though) and we have $0 in savings. Since I'm on a 2 month schedule consulting, that would be good, but doubtful that would cover the costs of my funeral (Roman Pyre, Irish Wake, perhaps a New Orleans Jazz Band in there somewhere...). I can't leave my family in a lurch like that (Yes, I would be missed, I understand that, by housing and food, the basics, are my primary concern).
Finally Part II, the fear of not seeing the little monsters grow up, or simply growing old with Kris. That more than anything, scares me. I remember a time where I never concerned myself with such things, then LC showed up and suddenly I had a sense of mortality.
So the little monster requires surgery next week. Ugh. Didn't go over well in this household, last time was teh suck.
We know her record with Death, and it's good. She's given him The Bird twice so far. That's why she's a Rockstar.
Besides, this one is not GA, it's just to remove some ear tubes that never fell out. Should be in and out in a short period of time.
Dang, initially, I had some funny ones in here. I started out funny, then devolved into the morbid.
I'll do better next time. :)