Sickie

What are you like when you're sick? Me, I'm needy. SOOOOoooo needy. Some people are stoic, like my boyfriend, some are whiny, some are just totally withdrawn. I turn into a sad puppy. I want affection, attention, love, pats on the head, whatever. I'll even moan a little after an especially rattling round of coughing to get that little bit of sympathy. Pathetic, I know.

But at work the last three days, I've tried to be stoic about it. Hard to do when you're hacking up a lung and talk like a lifelong smoker (which I've never been), but there you go. I'm not getting the sympathy I want, so I'll go home tonight and feel sorry for myself.

So Lewis Black, in my opinion, is one of the funniest men on earth. He has this bit about Nyquil. "The moonshine of medicine," he calls it. He says, "it comes in two flavors, Red and Green. And it's the only thing in the world that tastes like red and green." Unfortunately, the stuff doesn't work for me anymore, and last night I was loopy as a loon on it.

I can't think of anything else that tastes like green though, can you? I eat green things, but they don't taste green. I'm going to work on this. . .

First post

I've moved around a lot. Online and in real life. This isn't my first appearance in type on the web, not even my first blog. Like apartments and diaries, I find thrill and then comfort in a new blog, then I start getting what I call "root bound". When a plant has lived in its pot long enough that the roots reach the walls of the pot and start winding round and round, it is root bound and ready for a transplant or repotting. And so, frequently, I find myself some new digs and start over.

I have reached a new part of my life now (31 years in) where I think I might find a way to keep myself in one place. I have a man in my life who is perfect for me and I can't imagine not being with him. It is funny in a way - because his job ties him to this area, and my heart ties me to him - so the fact that I don't much like this part of the country has become... well, moot, I guess.

I'm still prone to getting root bound in other ways - my job is smothering me and I can't wait to find a new one, but I'm trying to stick this one out at least till I hit my two-year mark. Employers don't like nomads like me. But at least one part of me is finally experiencing something more enduring. My heart only looks forward now, to each tomorrow with my guy. That makes me think/hope that someday I'll find myself settled and happy with everything else - job, home, maybe even blog.

So, that's why I'm starting this blog now. It's almost an experiment. Let’s see how long I can keep up with it. It isn't really here for any purpose beyond that, and maybe to chase away occasional boredom. I'm sure in the meantime, if I'm good about it, it will also chronicle the second year of my wonderful relationship.