So, a Roman soldier walks into a bar, holds up two fingers and says, “5 beer please.”
That’s the funniest clean joke I’ve heard in a long time….
Three weeks gone and I’m back in my chair. I showed up late today due to traffic….and that damn Tim Hortons lineup. But we can discuss priorities vs my caffeine addiction later. Worst part is I ended up with Deantha’s TEA. Some toolbar counter-help listed it as a coffee. Displeased. But, at least I like tea. Poor Deantha despises coffee. She’s in much worse shape.
One of my nurses (after a litany of abuse and late jokes) informed me I have been put on the interview list regarding the care and services provided here. They wanted someone who they felt would stick to the actual topic instead of flying off the handle at the government, health care in general, or the doctor that can’t cure their stupidity. Must have been a shallow pool of patience. :). But I’d never utter a bad word about my health care providers. I have been one of the luckiest patients ever. I have always had a team of the most highly respected specialists, doctors, and nurses throughout this ordeal. I’ve always liked to think I’m the type of person to go the extra mile for someone who wouldn’t even cross the street for me anyways.
Lord knows I will be bitching about lack of wifi in here tho….
I just about lost my composure a tad as they took my blood pressure a few minutes ago. A simple putting in of the BP cuff almost had me in tears. Not sure what set that off. 27 years of this unending horseshit. I’m not having the most fun time of late. It’s been a rough several months of brutal migraines, chest pains, fevers, etc. But then I stopped. I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I feel bad for Deantha because I’m gonna be flat until at least Sunday night.
But no matter how good or bad your life is, wake up each morning and be thankful that you still have one. Let’s say I pulled it together quickly. I’m fine.
Thanksgiving just went by, and we all have so very much to be thankful for. Family, friends, health, wealth, and happiness in any form. Find the little things and celebrate them too. But don’t make it just a once a year holiday. Make it an “every morning you open your eyes” holiday.
Isn’t it scary knowing that any time could be the last time you talk to someone? Always keep that in mind. Three things you cannot recover in life: the word after its said, the moment after its missed, and the time after its gone. If you’re not good with words or feelings, find another way. Do it your way though; in a way that makes you comfortable. It will definitely come across as more sincere. I really don’t care about what anyone thinks of me or how I express myself . I am who I am. I do what I want & I don’t live to please you.
So we are now two days out from the most exciting baseball game in Canadian history, and easily the most bizarre game since “the ball went THROUGH Buckner’s legs” in 1986. Ah, the good old day of Mets glory. As a country (and almost continent) the big topic yesterday was the Blue Jays, and Jose Bautista’s epic bat-flip. To be clear, I have absolutely no issue with what he did. In that atmosphere and situation he gets the pass as a one time 54hr hitter, and the guy who stated last year that he was pissed off at the teams’ inaction at the trade deadline. He wants to win there. He’s been the face of the Jays for years. He hit the biggest homer in his career that night. He earned that flip. If you’re old-school baseball and are disgusted by that gesture in sports today: evolve….now. It’s now a part of the game. Do you freak out at a pitcher’s stare-down after a big strikeout? Do you hate the pose after a massive alley-oop slam dunk? Do you hate the “Gronk-Spike” or Mark Gastineau’s sack dance? Did you hate Tiger Williams riding the stick or Teamu Selanne throwing his glove in the air and shooting it down “pump-action style” with his stick after he scored a goal?
Did you hate Kirk Gibson, Kirby Puckett, Carlton Fisk, or Joe Carter all freaking out and celebrating their big homers? No? Good. Sit down and STFU now then too. It’s a new day.
JoeyBats has shown exceptional patience during his tenure in Toronto. It’s a sports market that hates its own teams unless they’re winning. He’s heard nothing but disdain from fans and media for the lack of team production and constant under-achievement. But he stayed the course. He never stopped believing. He did HIS part. This year, the right moves were made by the right people and everything has fallen into place. The lesson to be learned here is to never give up. The best things take time.
Nothing takes up more time than doing nothing though. In order to be able to earn your celebration it’s up to you to get off your ass and accomplish all you are able to for goal fulfillment. There’s a good chance you don’t have a personal GM who’s trading for an MVP admin assist or other missing links in that winning gold medal chain. So don’t just talk, act. Don’t say, show. Don’t promise, prove. You’re not going back to change the past, so look to the future and don’t make the same mistake twice.
Constantly blaming yourself for past failures is pointless and just adds to the stress you already have in your day. The greatest weapon against stress is our ability to choose one thought over another. It is more about forgetting yesterday and making time to think about a new today.
It is time to make new uncovered memories.
Stay strong through all of your efforts and make them wonder how you handled it. And once its handled, be proud of yourself. Make sure people know it. Be happy with your hard work, determination, perseverance, and discipline.
And then you take that goddamn bat and you flip it with all you have.
As a Roman soldier once said, “Vita brevis, sō carpe diem”Hook me up girls. Bring the pain.
Let’s do this thing. *FLIP*