Day 1284

Thank GOD for the gym

POURING this am.

Work: people sniping @ each other. Real bullshit, all luxury problems.

Toxichouse: Sybil hasn't uttered a word-working, so when It comes in, too tired to fight. Good. NOW It gets a taste of MY world. Stoney? Asks me not to touch HIS ceareal or HIS cookies. He was told as long as he doesn't watch MY cable or use MY house. Amazing. ZERO respect. Smoke on future felon.

Spin and weights today, gotta work it out and keep my head straight.

Day 1283

:)

Soreness ALMOST gone. Quads were KILLING me after the 1/2, but, suck it up buttercup. At my run/walk pace, I have zero right to bitch. But, again, I DID finish.

Stoney? As quiet as can be expected.

Sybil? I come in, It's-again-@ a meeting. Does this one EVER do housework? Always compares me to everyone else, yet, completely disregards: normal homes have the wife cooking, cleaning, giving the breadwinner some return on their investment.

This is the part that slays me: it's ALL one way. I.E. "my friends say....." are they aware I have to completely fend for myself? food, clean clothes, everything. Not even mentioning decision making re: parenting. Remember when It fell to pieces when Stoney got busted? Meanwhile, feeling free to tear me a new one @ every turn. Yes, It treats me as Its emotional metamucil. Not having it.

When I came in last night, It was @ a meeting. For a solid 24 hours, didn't havta speak at all. A very good 24 hours.

Day 1282

What was that????????

Could it be? an actual peaceful evening?????

Stoney: home from school, sick. Good. will a lesson be learned, of course not. Get him the gym membership, he hasn't been in weeks-BUT-smokin' daily. I'm sick as shit, still did the half yesterday. Hmmmmm. Lesson somewhere? Of course not, when you spend all your time blaming others.......... and especially now, can't blame me-It got oil, after 4 years. And the icing on the cake, It is now quiet: so, in effect, It's sobriety is based on temperature.

Yesterday, Ellip'd + Pilates. Sore as HELL, but very very content.

Day 1281

Sore as HELL from the run/walk/trudge, but STILL glad I did it. Though I'll never look up the results-really embarassing. When you're moving to beat the time cutoff, you're in bad shape. Reminds me of when I did our club race with pneumonia. My only consolation, I did NOT d.n.s.

It? Strolls in just in time to start more shit. Ever actually FEEL the presence of evil? Under the guise of asking an innane question "spoke to your brother today," THAT gets twisted into the same old shit regarding "all your money," to which I of course answer "condoms n' hoes." It gives me 4 days of shit last week re: "a truce," (bear in mind, not a single unkind/accusatory syllable escapes my lips, then 3 days of shit over heat.).

This evening hit on THAT, PLUS Stoney revealed everything I'd discussed with him, nice bonding there "bro," then It-again-goes on a rant about (again) putting the washer and dryer in the DEN! Yes, It just can't stand seeing an unfettered area. If It claims to lack the $$$ (remember, It gets $1,000 a month It pisses away), how the hell is It 1)gonna buy a washer and dryer, and 2)pay a plumber to run electric and water lines into the den.

It's just a matter of displacing. It just can't admit It's made a mess of everything It's touched. Never listened to my commen sense comments re: balancing the load in the washer/washer bounces around the basement=washer broken.

Never listened to me re: a budget, instead, spent recklessly, has NOTHING to show for it (but will, @ a moments notice, threaten to damage my marathon mementos).

Never listened to me re: Stoney pissing away half the $ given him for his birthday and Christmas, half into the bank. Instead, he hasta grovel for a lousy $10 from First Bank of Dad rather than get off his ass and work.

And no, he STILL hasn't been back to the gym. Great invesement there. Been 3 weeks.

Be grateful for what you have, whatever I do is undermined. But, I press on. gotta.

Day 1280

Make this make sense


Last night, It that pleads poverty and Stoney head out to the movies, @ 10pm???????? THEN, I get up to head to NYC, Stoney's up. I ask which movie? He grunts in response. When pressed, gives a rude answer. THEN has the balls to hit on First Bank of Dad. Nothin' doin'. Ask Good Cop/It/Chinese food procurer. And HE places responsibility for food ("what am I supposed to eat?") ASK YOUR MOTHER, you know, the one who whines incessantly (on $1,000 a month) about keeping you clothed and fed.

But I'm the bad guy.

And no, it wasn't my brother who "loaned" It money, and yes, he knows It's devoid of any sense of responsibility.

I'm supposed to print money on demand, yet woe to me when I have the balls to actually (gasp!) eat anything from the fridge??????????? Go smoke boy.

So, today, the Manhattan Half. Sucked. Freezing cold, totally unprepared, unrested, unfed. And again, last night was the club dinner dance.

Being me SUCKED today.

BUT, I finished. Good.

Day 1279

It's a MIRACLE...sorta

Got THE CALL yesterday, Sybil FREAKING. Spent a night shivering-no shit. Called my brother. It really IS a trip. Dunno if HE did it, but someone "loaned" money for oil. Again, nevermind It gets plenty. Enabling fools.

Stoney and It fighting, He missed his big date becasue It hadda stay in-was supposed to give big man a lift-to host the oil guy. Boo hoo. Get off your ass boy.

Speaking of which, FREEZING run, but after, had our usual (after 2 weeks, it's "usual") impromptu Spin class. Last week, a guy newbie saw the Introductory Spin on the sched, little did he know the instructor bailed. This week 2 women. In each instance, we all stayed. I was there with my Ipod so I was cool they follow suit. Nice. Shows the group experience is more imp't than the instructor.

Day 1278

Shoot me now!!!

I enter Toxichouse, reeks of hemp. Stoney and his peeps on the couch.

Fuse blown, typical. Place FREEZING.

They split. Knowing the Wrath of Sybil-as It will enter a cold house (you MIGHT try buying oil?????), I problem solved and arranged for a space heater.

It comes in, all hell breaks loose. "I'm cold, I'm sick..." you know the drill. It has played the sick card to death, and It must be the only cold person in the tri-state area. Pure hell ensued.

But wait, it got better!

Go to the basement to reset the breaker box-water heater is leaking!!!!!

But WAIT, more:

It goes out for Chinese food (no Christmas present for First Bank of Dad), tears me a new one re: "don't touch this, don't touch that..." Now remember, I'm supposed to pay for everything, fix everything, but god forbid I eat anything in the fridge.

Remember: It received $1,000 monthly-for which I pay the tax, yet doesn't contribute anything to the bills.

BUT WAIT, even more!!!! "My friends..........." Let THEM pay my bills. Finally I hadda respond with "when THEY give ME an accounting of their finances, I'll respond. Likerwise, half of them have both parties contributing to the bills-or aren't paying a mortgage. Amazing really. All this SHIT and I'm not entitled to eat anything from MY fridge!!!!!!! "Everyone else...."   "Nobody believes....." Do THEY know I havta provide EVERYTHING for myself. All food, all clothing, everything. I get ZERO return on my domicilary investment.

Day 1277

Joy joy joy

It comes in freezing-it IS winter, screaming, again, about "all my money." Not in our happy place are we? This from the same person who sought a "truce?" Remember, I'd not uttered a word. Scary. Take your meds.

Stoney? Taciturn as hell, then naps with his tough guy bad ass arm around Mommy. Go figure?

Stayin' strong despite, use it all as motivation.

Day 1276

Youth run riot!!!

Poke my head in yesterday, who's still there @ lunchtime? Stoney. And who's on the couch not doing a damned thing? And why didn't the little shit go to school in the am? It and He were fighting about it. Good. Laissez Faire=anarchy. Good.

Me? Single digit wind chill temps, got my miles, then Spin, then Conditioning. Gotta stay on top.

Day 1275

Dayum I love my gig!!!

How many can honestly say they-daily-make a difference? My gig affords me that opportunity daily, while keeping me sharp. Working with our demographic, they pick up on everything, great training for dealing with a teenager! Damn I love my job!!!!!

Speaking of making a difference...slept in yesterday-a day off(MLK), got my miles, then the gym. Worked out well. Was intending to do 2 classes, but the instructor for the second was out sick. Perfect. didn't havta kill myself totally, but did what I needed to!

And yes, Sybil STILL on a tear, Its problem-not mine.

Day 1274

Pure unadulterated bitch.

Hit The Line this am, got my miles, then...THEN.....(what I do because my knees won't allow for a long run)

1)Spin class
2)Express sts/total body conditioning
3)Power Pilates

The Spin class is only 45 minutes, even the instructor realizes it's like Spinnus Interruptus, use it as a warm up for the next class (for which the NEXT class is a cool down). THAT instructor is a pit bull, but like most instructors there, we have a symbiotic relationship. My presence in the class turns everything up a notch, and they in turn feed off it. We'll see next weekend if it paid off-Manhattan half. Always sucks, always the day after our dinner dance, but hey, I always finish.

Sybil, really on a tear. Since the early am, harassing-literally-me about a "truce." My response: truces are needed in war, this is not a war.

It goes to wherever It goes, comes back with the same shit, SCREAMING that I stole paper plates. Anybody remember Bogart in Caine Mutiny? Same exact shit. Frightening. Was literally in my face. Psycho. When Its not there, all is well. Tried throwing Stoney in the mix, to which even he answered-leave everything as it is. It, again, tried playing the "I'm sick" card. Enough. Been hearing that shit for 10 years. No one's buying it.

Day 1273

Close, but no.

HAD the start of a great day, until.....

Hit The Line-FREEZING, felt like 20's, then Spin @ the Gym. Good so far.

Unfortunately, headed to Toxichouse. It was there (remember, this was around 9am). Tore me a new one. Why? Displaced anger. It thought It had religion showered, headed to church, no classes this week. Thus, I'm an asshole for (gasp!!!) actually making a sound after 9am in my own house! But wait, there's more!

Look for my clippers to cut my hair, gone. The other day I came in, the bag in which they were contained was on the floor. Hmmm...musta been the dog. Of course I look for 'em under Stoney's bed, what do I find, a water pipe!!! Can't WAIT 'til his next arrest.

Best of all, HE calls ME to task for discussing it with his mother! I'm actually to blame here, thinking the BITCH would realize a parental conversation is not to be shared with a child. I know, imagine my idiocy!!!!!

Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!!!!!

Day 1272

Made it!

Tough, but good week, hard earned weekend.

Yesterday, thankfully I got my miles, hit the gym, instructor didn't show. has my phone and e mail, but didn't think to tell me they weren't doing that class anymore. Typical. So, me and another who'd shown up thinking Intro to Spin was on, did our OWN fucking class. Knowing the (scheduled) instuctor and accompanying issues, I'd come prepared-my own IPod for tunes, and got quite the self directed workout.

This am, 6.5 + Spin.

A good start to the weekend.

Day 1271

It's here

3 day weekend, and actually looking forward to it.

Since coming outta the hospital THIS time (curious how it followed Stoney's court date, wonder what Its counselor said about THAT????), It's been strangely behaved. Good.

Stoney? Still, smokin'. Can't WAIT 'til his next bust. You can time it.

I'm ok. Good to be me today. Cold out, but means no sweat during my run. Gonna try Spin this am, though the instructor is notorious for not showing. We'll see.

Day 1270

Good week.

almost friday. Getting my miles, hitting an average of one class daily @ the gym, doing dif classes-in addition to spin, reconnecting with old friends, life is ok.

If only I didn't havta worry 'bout Stoney, but, that's asking too much.

today, 6+, then Spin. Makes me hit the job full of spit n' vinegar.

:)

Day 1269

sometimes it pays

When you put one foot in front of the other, it works, sometimes.

It's outta the hospital. Fortunately, the job trained me well for this: when the Director ran 2 facilities, 50% of the time, I stepped up, the rest, took a back seat. Same here. Also, when It was initially hospitalized, I had this shit down to a science, so, merely a matter of rewinding the tape.

Stoney? Back to form. Can't wait 'til his second episode. He won't be that lucky again.

Last evening, GREAT Spin followed by conditioning class. Met some peeps in the lockeroom-goes to, again, show: when you run, you got peeps everywhere.

Day 1268

Told ya!!!!!

Went with Stoney and It to court, He got off easy. Luckily, he DID finally get scared.

It gave me a lift back to Toxichouse, what do I see in Its car? My stuff. Amazing. Bitch.

Go to the job, get back, guess where It went? The E.R. Where It currently resides. Good.

All the more incentive: hit The Line, get my miles, hit the gym. Had a really good Pilates class last night.

Back to single parenting. Good thing Satan was there after all isn't it?

Day 1267

The big day

Of course, yesterday It finally decides to arise from the dead and, after weeks of feeling out of sorts, went to the md, who said head to the hospital asap. Good. "you never visited me.......I felt so alone....." careful what you ask for. Can't WAIT to see how THIS plays out.

And, couldn't have timed it better! Some coincidence. Day before Stoney's court date. Perpetual victim.

again, lead, follow, or get outta the way.

Day 1266

24 hours

One more day until Stoney's court date.

Among other things, what irks me: he is livid I actually had the balls to speak to my brother about this, yet feels he has the right to tell all his idiot peeps of the porn I survey online. Nice. I can't speak with my relatives but he can invade my privacy, and malign a parent. Good. Of course, HE'S had no internet for days..... :) . Wonder how that happened.

And It, bedridden all day yesterday, except to arise and go out for Chinese food. Remember, I get NOTHING-not even lint, for Christmas, yet $30 comes pouring out Its ass for takeout.

Amazing.

7 miles this am, then Spin.

The hurt: my peeps, and individuals the world over, get to have something vaguely resembling support. Either they come in from work, have a meal, a cleaned house, a "how was your day?" I get shit. I.E. After spending $1600 to have the roof fixed, $800 to have the gate fixed, Stoney breaks my balls to have a door repaired-so HE can shut me in the bedroom. I like the door open, so, being a teenager-even if he's downstairs, he insists on it being shut. Hmmmmm, who's the parent? And It? On the couch, doing nothing.

But I'm supposed to pay his ticket, as it magically pulls money out Its ass for takeout etc.......of which I'm entitled to zip.

Pray.

Day 1265

and yes, Mommy=Enabler

So, made it through a good day @ the job, after getting my miles in. thank GOD for running and the gym. Also, the more I live it the more I know: work-easy, life-not so much.

Stoney? Detached, let's move on.

This weekend promises to be amazing, temps upper 40's, low 50's. God takes care of me.

He: in Toxichouse all day, It gives him a ride for Chinese take out in the night. Sucks to be him don't it? Imprisoned, yet Chinese food. And God forbid I touch it. Again, fuck 'em. More of a reason for me to workout daily. Stay strong, outlive the shit.

And my miracle of the day. Hooked up with my gym bro, Dennis.

Day 1264

Ugly and uglIER

Ok, had a great run and workout, thank God. Needed it to gird my loins for what was to come.

Back to Toxichouse, you could feel trouble brewing. He is in a STATE. Gave me the silent treatment when I walked in, good. Mail opened all over the place, asked if I had any mail, grunted. Hours later, my mail on the counter.

It comes in, speak for a bit, so far so good.

THEN it happened.

He went looking for an item-leather coat-of course it's nowhere to be found-I'm to blame. Of course. I stole ity, I ________whatever. In essence, his excuse to get twisted. But this time it got physical. He tried blocking the stairs, I laid into him.

He tghreatened to call Nassau P.D. under the charge of child abuse, I told him to do so. Did he, of course not, but when he threatened my belongings, I made no secret of the fact that 1)I'd nail him, 2)I'd call P.D. Enough. Of course, It cries, etc......"we all need counseling....." and wants to buy him a coat. Kidding right????????????????? Enable the bastard further. And HE wants me to put up $ to pay his ticket??????? Zero respect. None.

Icing on the cake, Tom calls, won't be @ the dinner dance. Again. Lost him. Oh well.

Day 1263

Shit continues

come in yesterday, Stoney's on a tear. either It told him I spoke with my bro, or my bro made contact, either way, he was in a state.

And remember, HE screens MY computer. Asshole. Imagine. Not only does the little delinquent have zero respect, but zero boundaries. And hios mother? Nothing. Drives Precious to school and enables the shit outta him.

Wait 'til he needs help Monday.

HE is grilling ME re: "why'd you have to tell him..." Ok, now I understand. I must explain myself a)to a minor, b)to MY son. He doesn't owe anyone an explanation, but I must account for a discussion I had with my brother.

Asshole.

Spoiled asshole.

And It, useless. Has nothing to say, buries Its head in the sand.

Day 1262

asshole(s)

Good day yesterday until....... got my miles, had a good spin class followed by something unusual: total body conditioning. Not bad. Good to change things up. Whether it actually has an effect or not is actually secondary, it keeps me from losing it.

I come in yesterday, It had driven Stoney to the gym. Ok, so far so good.

He comes back, It'd picked him up, he then proceeds to go out to "hang with his peeps," indulge in illegal activities. amazing. So much for being grounded.

And It? When he comes in, cooks him dinner @ 10:30.

Guarantee It'll drive precious to school as well.

And yes, I've detached. I'm done with it. I do all the work and get shit on, and It can't enforce a simple grounding. Fuck it. I'm done.

Wish It was MY mother, I'd do whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I want. Mrs.Keith Richards.

Day 1261

wtf????

Had a good day, ran, Power Pilates, then..............(since my pace times SUCK, trying to mix up the training regimen-aiming for 1 class a day).

Hadda go back to Toxichouse. Where my son has the right to invade my privacy, monitor my computer use, vandalize my possessions, and do whatever he chooses.

It comes in, he's nowhere to be found.

He was @ a wake. Of the third kid who got busted. Who overdosed. Hmmmmmmmmm. Think he learned something???

When I get in, it was warm out, It has all electric heaters on. Previously It had the presence of mind to shut them off. Today, of course not. It had been "working," is obviously tired, so went off big time, the usual shit. Of course I responded with "is this the same person I was speaking with yesterday???" Among other things, It accuses me of being "emotionally unavailable," been reading have we???? Now, remember, It wanted me out of the house, yet I'm "emotionally unavailable?????" Great to shirk responsibility by casting aspersions on others isn't it?????

...and yes, this makes Stoney's fourth day of being grounded, and fourth day of NOT staying in the house. Amazing.

***But remember, Mr."Emotionally unavailable" is supposed to be his mouthpiece next monday.

Day 1260

No, you CAN'T write stuff this good.

Stopped by Pete n' Angela's yesterday to give 'em the dirt. Unfortunately, Angela mistakes listening for the opportunity to render judgement. Whatever. At least I know they know wassup, rather than go through Its distorted filter.

THEN, I get in, Stoney's OUT!!!!! Again!!!!! He took advantage of the gym clause. Ok, THEN he bogarted the remote. Again, his answer was "you don't let ayone use the tv," again ignoring the action that preceded that: neither of them making the bed, EVER. Using the bedroom as a hangout, and leaving it in disarray. And this little shit thinks he has the right to violate my privacy? Amazing. Truly amazing.

But wait, it gets better. It then proceeds to take him out to eat.

No, Virginia, you can't make this stuff up.

So, lets review shall we?

1)I have no right to privacy-my son has the right to monitor my computer use as well as delve into my property.

2)I AM Satan. I must pay each and every bill unassisted, get no credit for this, and not touch anything under the roof I pay for.

3)I am mute: I have no say in anything.

ok, clear enough.

Day 1259

THIS is punishment????

He's in the house all day, apparently grounded-for one day, yet still has his cell phone-when he goes to court, his mother is now offocially an accesssory. Nicely done. AND, it takes him out to eat and a movie? THIS is punishment????? And yes, it IS a slap in my face: I don't get even a fucking Christmas card and magically $$$$$ for movies and BK is not a prob. Really. Oh, of course, I'm bad cop.

Fuck 'em both. While it claims to be working a 12 step program, I actually am. I towed the line, painful as it can be. It enables, him, I'm bad cop.

And remember, he loves vandalism. I hadda point out to It that he'd punched the bathroom door, best of all, DURING Its WATCH!!!!! The morbning after, as mommy was getting ready to drive darling baby enabled boy to school (17 and still get driven to school???), as It was attempting to enforce a rule, he punched the door. Really glad I did all this work to rehab the house-in freezing weather, only to have Stoney vandalize it and It not give a fuck.

Ho ho fucking ho.

Day 1258

Told ya!!!

Came in yesterday, It hadn't done shit. No grounding, he still had his phone. Truly useless. It atempted to get apologetic, sorry. Either be a parent, or stay outta my way. Started with the cancer victim shit again, remember even Angela commented about It ignoring Stoney to hit the beach-this preceded cancer by years. Stop hiding behind the illness.

Best of all, when confronted, Stoney throws everything Shebitch hurled @ me, in my face. "You never visited mommy...."  "we have no oil..." BOTH lies. He seems to have forgotten going 2/3 x weekly, going to Sizzlers, McD's before/after, my being super parent. But oh my GOD I didn't live @ Its bedside. DID have a hjob to maintain, a house to put in working order, and most of all-a human to care for/clothe/feed/mionitor. But, pooooooooor bedridden cancer victim. Sorry. Doesn't cut it.

This am, 10k in Central Park. How'd I do? I finished. After having every fucking aspect of my personal life thrown in my face, I have zero motivation.

Oh, and the little fucker is monitoring my computer use. Actually has screen shots.

Can't WAIT til he does time. He'll learn to respect parents. Maybe one day he'll respect what I've done. If not, his fucking loss.

Day 1257

Time to pay the piper.

Ok, yesterday was going on ok. Got used to the dysfunction, that which we cannot change we accept..........back into FREEZING Toxichouse, chillaxing/freezing. Sybil comes in briefly, then heads back out (gotta make that all important AA meeting).

Comes back little over an hour later, FREAKING out. Stoney got busted!!!!!!! Knew it, called it didn't I?????? What had I said?  "I can't WAIT until you get busted, it WILL happen."

So, NOW It sees the results of laissez faire parenting. We actually had a teacheable moment. I spoke to It about portraying me as Satan, how this enabled his splitting. I spoke of the good cop/bad cop thing, however in Its case it was a matter of washing Its hands of any parental responsibility. It tried (through tears) blaming The Cancer, it wasn't allowed any slack. I immediately indicated this was Its typical tact. Stop blaming the disease for a preexisting dysfunction: continuing Its familial cycle. I explained how Its grandmother was a depressed suicidal addict, mom was a depressed suicidal addict, so It was a latchkey kid. Any time I tried putting boundaries down I was painted as Satan, so, inevitably, we have The Delinquent as a result. No shit Sherlock.

I spoke of how I, on the oher hand, had an amazing rolemodel. My mother was a single parent, paid the mortgage, raised 3 sons, AND took care of her parents. So, Sybil, stop blaming cancer and be responsible!!!!!

Further, I spoke of how the shit REALLY hit 2 years ago, and this I detached. Remember when everyone got Ipods and I got dollar store cookies????????????? I indicated how this is internalized by Stoney, and is translated into: "fuck dad." Thus, split parents. Exacerbating it, THIS Christmas. I got not even a card. I explained how this is seen through his eyes: dad is a bank to be used when needed, otherwise, no respect.

So, we hung out and waited. He was released 4 hours later with an appearance ticket. I had spoken with Sybil about his consequences: he should be grounded and/or his phone taken away. HE was actually ready to go out and hang (THIS @ 1:15am????????). He really had no clue as to the inapprpriateness of his behavior. Further, he was giving Sybil lip!!!!! No no no, @ that point I intervened. No mas on THAT crap.

But wait, it got better!!!!

This am, I get up, who leaves a note on the counter asking for $10 to hang with his peeps. Really, REALLY??????????

Wants a dog, never walks him. Asks the neighbor to repair the fence so the dog HE wanted isn't walked, but thrown into the backyard to shit-knowing the shit is picked up by ME. Magically has possession of an illegal substance, purchased with WHOSE money?????? Ask yourself, how this was funded???????????? REALLY???? THEN, has the bals to say he's gonna continue down that path. Not in my house you don't. This is war n' I ain't losing.

And yes, I spoke to Sybil about Its further enabling behavior: remember when he vandalized my property, and It backed HIM????? Now we pay the piper.

...AND yes, I reinforced Its shirking responsibility: i.e. "when I was in the hospital......." I reminded It that when It was in the hospital I maintained a full time job, led 26 patients, 22 staff, reviewed Stoney's homework, met him @ the door with a snack, we actually used the dining room table to eat, that the house was in fact a house, our debts had been managed, and the place was in order. Since then, It amassed amazing debt due to Its inability to put the breaks on profligate spending, Toxichouse is a shipwreck, Stoney's now officially a juvenile delinquent, and I daily pray for Its death.

Joy joy.

But WAIT, it gets EVEN better!!!!!

Hit the gym to continue my daily Spin roll, instructor didn't show. This one's truly a mess, but I was optimistic. Sure enough, a no show. When I really needed it, nothing. Yet, I guarantee when this one has its class monday, will actually wonder where I was??????????? Think I'm actually EVER setting foot in that one's class???????

Amazing. Really amazing.

I knew it would happen, it really is inevitable.

Day 1256

400m to go!

With this new year comes a change: working the full 5 day week. Not used to being on the job on Fridays, but I look forward to it. Beats coming up with constructive ways to dodge Sybil.

GREAT run this am, cool/chilly/crisp, then Spin. Feeling good.

Day 1255

more gooder still!!!!!

Thank god last year's over, this one HAS to be better.

I see Toxichouse, Its purchases-among them-Christmas decorations...STILL in their packages, NOT on the tree. You STILL think I jest?????

But wait, it gets better. Today, It rises from Its deathbed to go help a peep having housing issues. Now remember, It's been bedridden for 2 days since staying up too late New Year's Eve. BUT, can arise for a peep. Nevermind your husband or son, friends take priority. And no, I'll NEVER get over nothing-absolutely nothing-for Christmas. Amazing. And THAT teaches religion??????????

So, why more gooder? Workout this am was great, there I'm among friends. A wonderful thing.

Day 1254

Happy New Year!

2012 sucked, 2013's GOTTA be better!!!!!

Did the Central Park run, WOW. The fireworks alone are stunning. Takes the crowd a few minutes to actually get moving because it's so spectacular. Really, WOW. About 30 minutes of extravaganza!

Spent the day in nyc catching niche flix, then off to my room @ the Y, then to the run. AND, yes, got my Emerald Nuts crown. Ahhhhh.

This am, got on the 5-something lirr back to Long Island, WOW! Was the first train outta Penn. The dregs, OH the humanity!!!!!!! Felt good to be conscious while so many weren't. Then again, more power to 'em. They can stop. I couldn't.

Here's to all of us!