To F.A.

I sometimes think we knew each other way too well to be polite or at the very least Civil to one another. To try to have a 'relationship' when your purpose in life was to push my very last button (repeatedly)... well, that was just a ludicrous thought. So, of course I've beat myself up thinking that if we had just left THAT alone, maybe just maybe we'd still be friends. We were the Best of friends at one time, or so I thought. But no, I've come to the conclusion you are incapable of BEING a friend for any length of time. You see, either you're afraid that we'll eventually see you for what you are that You leave or we (true, steadfast friends of yours) realize you are socially inept and we do what we must...

It's been a long day...

While driving home from an unusually difficult workout, Peg thought through the possible reasons for her atypical disposition.

Feelings she would describe as less than her usual Joie de vivre were evident, yet she couldn't discern their cause. Maybe it was a general dis-ease following the strange events of the last week. Although she had been excited and energized by the unexpected earthquake, perhaps she was now experiencing some mild form of post-traumatic reaction. Then of course there was the hurricane, certainly a bit more stressful than a typical August day in central Virginia.
It could simply be a reaction to the unprecedented amounts of alcohol she consumed at Sidewalk the day after the storm. Having awoken to a neighborhood still without power, she went into the city in search of breakfast and solidarity... Sidewalk offered both of these, not to mention a well stocked bar.

Finally seated at a booth in the back corner of the small, yet charming eatery... Peg saw her friends enter and she waved them to their seats.
They ordered food and drinks... of course she'd already had one Bloody while waiting - Tequila instead of vodka, her usual M.O. Now she switched drinks, though NOT liquors... she ordered a Tequila Sunrise, a real blast from the past.

The food came and went and Peg hardly remembered consuming any. It was evident to her friends if not to her that she had had a bit too much to drink. She began to understand her drinks had consisted of the infamous "Edwina Pour". Well, she thought, there was no electricity at home so no real reason to rush anyway. But really... how long could she continue to take up real estate in the busy pub? All this ran through her not completely coherent brain as her phone chirped... that little noise it makes when a text message is waiting.
"I'm on my way to you." it said.
Heart fluttered, pulse quickened and a bit of a blush evidenced itself as she realized she was very excited... you know, in THAT way.
Well, she thought... this day is looking vastly improved.

if I haven't said it yet... HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This is an heart-felt assessment of MY condition... that is all!

My new year's resolution is to keep drama OUT of my life... at least as much as possible.
I'm leaving any pain and loss behind me and I'm starting new. I'm concentrating on my ability to help people heal their bodies and on my ability to pass knowledge along to my students. It is the path I was meant to take and I'm damned good at it ... I truly love it.

As I looked back at my life and my psyche , I know that not only do I strive to help people with their physical bodies I also wish to help them heal in every way. I guess that's the goal [curse?] of any healer. I've wanted to be able to fix everything and I have to realize that's not possible or even desirable in every situation.

I have a problem of not being able to say 'no' most of the time and it stretches me very thin... this I'm striving to change.
I have a problem of believing too readily. I'm not gullible, but I do tend to take people at their word... I will strive to step back and look at the situation a little more objectively.
I have a problem of thinking actions by others reflect their feelings for, or opinions of, me... this is egocentric... I'm striving to change this as well.

A friend told me the other day that she wished I had "someone" in my life (she's happily married). I said I have lots of people in my life. Yes, she was talking about a "partner/spouse/whatever". I'm not sure why she thinks I need such a thing. THAT would not be the way to simplify my life! If I think about it honestly, I don't WANT a spouse... been there. I don't WANT to have to compromise that much. I like my life.

I guess I'm just trying to simplify my life as much as possible.

Over the years, friends come and go but I've noticed the true friends always stay.
When I love... I love forever, no matter whether the person is around or not.



"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle". ~Plato

Paraprosdokian exercise...

Desperate measures?

Someone jokingly dared me to join Zoosk. You know, one of those Singles sites they advertise on TV constantly now-days.
Considering they all want some amount of money from you, I've not been too interested. But... I took the dare. I joined (the free portion anyway) and I basically copy/pasted my info from here and/or facebook to my zoosk profile.

There you will find no glossed-over descriptions, no deceptions... just honest (yet deliciously superficial) trivia about Peg.
I even said in my profile that I had NO TIME for dating and that I wasn't really looking.

And what do you think happened?

Yep, there are countless "Flirts" in my in-box every freakin' day! WTF?
Is everyone Looking to find someone? Everyone except me?
Is Every Man lonely? bored? looking to hump? or really, really looking for companionship?
Is every man... dare I say, Desperate?

Don't get me wrong. I am NOT down on myself. I love myself (insert masturbation joke here) completely and I know I'm a great catch... IF I wanted to be Caught!

I'd love to have someone new to go out with, but I just don't have the time or inclination to LOOK for someone and then I'd need the time to actually go out. Three jobs can put a damper on such things. I just don't see it happening anytime soon.

Hell, I have enough trouble making the time to meet "my girls" at Starbucks once a week.
And come to think of it, they give me the companionship I need...

"Who needs a man anyway," she asks convincingly
(it WAS convincing wasn't it??)

La Fee Verte... part deux

Okay, I'm a little worried.



On my way to my evening job at the clinic I stopped at the ABC Store (for the uninitiated that's the Dept. of Alcohol Beverage Control... because we in Virginia can't be trusted to get our booze from anyone but the gov't. But I digress...).



I was looking for another brand of Absinthe to compare to the one my friend gave me. In addition to the Kübler I found 3 more brands at the store I visited: Grande Absente, Le Tourment Vert & Lucid. I bought the Lucid, mostly because it had two glasses and an absinthe spoon. The flavor is very different from the Kübler which has a very pronounced anise flavor (think very good licorice candy... um... Panda maybe?). Lucid is heavier on the herbal/bitter flavor. Where Kübler has a pleasant flavor Lucid has a more medicinal taste.

BUT Lucid packs a Wallop!

I noticed how my body reacted to Absinthe in comparison to other alcoholic beverages. I used to drink Tequila exclusively then a couple of years ago I started drinking Gin & Tonics. With both, the effect begins with my neck and shoulders, basically a muscle relaxant. But with absinthe the first thing that happened to me was my face got numb, weird but not unpleasant. Then, either the effect wore off or I forgot all about it as I started to feel good all over... just plain GOOD (not to mention a little horny, but that might have been the company more than the drink).

When I fixed my drink of Lucid last night, I used the new glass and spoon and performed the ritual with sugar cube and ice water. That's part of the allure I think.

I noticed how my lips went numb almost immediately... the effect was much more pronounced than with the Kübler. Again, not unpleasant. I'm wondering if the punch of Lucid will make up for the less pleasant taste. Maybe use Kübler for sipping and Lucid for mixing?



Anyway...



I finally went to bed around midnight and woke up... immediately... six hours later. No, really... that's how it felt, my head hit the pillow and then the alarm went off. But not in a bad way, actually I felt rested. When I got out of bed I noticed there was NO PAIN... anywhere. Wow, I hadn't felt this good in the morning since before I ran out of oxycontin... hah.



I was relating all this to my roommate. I said how good I felt then it dawned on me, this might not be a completely good thing.

Mind you, I've always been quite resistant to drugs and alcohol... which probably contributes to my not having an addictive personality (except for my addiction to certain people). But for some reason I was feeling that an absinthe every evening to sleep might not be the thing to do.

I don't drink that much and I rarely drink at home. But my roomy put it in perspective for me.

"Peg, it's only one drink for god's sake"



Heh, okay... Here's to Self-Medication.



Cheers!

The Tao of Pooh, revisited

Acceptance:

"Tigger is all right really," said Piglet lazily.
"Of course he is," said Christopher Robin.
"Everybody is really," said Pooh.
"That's what I think," said Pooh.
"But I don't suppose I'm right," he said.
"Of course you are," said Christopher Robin.

Help for your Erection....

...Is Here!!! Oh, Yay.

Spam email is a remarkable and truly viral thing. But, Spammers, I must tell you... You're just going to have to be more imaginative if you want me to even consider reading past that line!

It's just like the junk mail in my P.O. box. If you can't even get my name right (they're still using my married name) it goes into the trash without a second glance.

And promises of $1,000,000,000? Naw, sorry.