Boy, I'll bet y'all are tired of checkin' in and seein' the same old post, aren't you? Well, I'm suffering "blog jam". I've got so many thoughts runnin' around in my brain, I've got a major headache. Bonk, Bonk: There , I think I've shaken a couple loose.
I had to laugh when I read that part of the Dearly Beloved's guest blog where he said after a certain point all he did was keep the ammunition straight...Huh? HE kept the ammunition straight? I guess I got blackened fingertips and sore thumbs, not from loading magazines all afternoon, but from eating bon-bons and twirling my hair, then, huh?
Show of hands...how many of you remember John Bradshaw? He was a popular psychologist in the early to mid-'90's. Wrote a tons of self-help books and was on talk-shows and specials every time you turned on the TeeVee. Generally, I don't pay a lot of attention to "pop" psychologists, but John had a phrase that caught my attention, "Elephant(s) in the Living Room". Man, did that ever describe parts of my childhood and adolescence! There was a string of years when I felt like I was the punch line in one of those old "Elephant toe" jokes, there were so many elephants in the living rooms I lived in. And now, thanks to there just having to be "One in Every Family" I'm back, stuck in that same old loop, with the same old cast of characters. Except, I'm older and wiser now. I see the elephants for what they are and I'm talking about them with some of my fellow characters, off stage as it were, but we are about to take this show on the road. Some will laugh, Some will cry, but none will be bored.
And on a related topic, this is sort of a mini-MeMe...I hate to be lied to. Even when it is in a semi-good cause. I'd rather hear a harsh truth than an exaggerated half truth or a white lie told to spare my feelings. See, the thing about lies is that they insult my intelligence. Eventually, even if I believe you at first, I'll find out you lied to me. And then, whatever trust there was between us is gone. Bye-Bye, see ya. My trust is something I probably give too easily. But once it's gone, it's a royal bi+&# gettin' me to trust you again. So if you ever think about lyin' to me, try to remember this.
OK, the blog jam seems to be cleared, somewhat. I'll leave the check for therapy on my way out the door.