Well, what a crazy 3 weeks it’s been to start this month/year. I will be the first to admit that I haven’t kept up with the gym as I had promised myself, but for some reason outside forces have kept me from getting back there. Week one was a vicious sinus infection. There I was New Year’s Eve all happy that I thought I had cheated the sickness around me only to find it hit me early that morning and went full force the rest of the week. TERRIBLE! Ok! I do enough drugs to get myself to get to the gym on Monday, everything is coming up Milhouse and boom! Family medical emergency goes down and I had to put my life on pause (willfully and gladly I thought I should mention here) to take care of business. This past Saturday rolls around and it’s my first day to really sleep in in two weeks. Everything is going cool and I decide to get to my happy place which is cleaning my house and doing laundry when all of a sudden during a 5 minute break at my dining table, one of my chairs decided to take out a finger and there I go bleeding out like some kinda moron who apparently didn’t learn to fear and respect dining table chairs. Hahahaha! I laugh at it now because at the time I was literally telling my walls “Really, dude?! For F’s sake! I can’t catch a break, man! If it ain’t one thing it’s the other. Alright, stupid finger, you can stop bleeding any time you’d like dude. *insert various other vulgarities here*” So, here I sit at week 3 of this month continually staring at the base of my left middle finger that is still throbbing with pain any time I move it because the cut is at the very base near the webbing between index and middle finger wondering why it is that things are keeping me from getting to my life goals. What did I ever do, man? In the words of The Dude in one of my favorite films, The Big Lebowski, “I can’t be worried about that shit man. Life goes on.” And it will, my friends. I may have lost the field at the starting gate, but you better know that I’ll catch up and pass everybody in the race too! It’s just a matter of time.
In happier news, even with all of the chaos that has engulfed my life, I think I’m really finally settling into a good groove to start off the year. I decided to finally pull the trigger and get to a project I’ve been having on my mind to do with the house and fill a blank wall with one of my 50 or so movie one-sheet posters I had from my time working at one of the now no-longer-in-existence movie theaters in town and although I really wanted to frame up my Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back one sheet, I chose Ocean’s Eleven instead. It just made more sense to me. It fit a few spots I wanted to represent: comedy, adventure, and of course Las Vegas. It’s pretty funny when I think about it. I have little things everywhere in my house that represent little pieces of things that mean the world to me. I have memorabilia and posters/flags of some of my favorite bands, rally towels and collectables from some of my favorite sports teams in between cool specialty designs of some of my favorite bottles of booze (all empty of course), pictures of family and religious articles proclaiming my Catholic faith, and of course my drums are all in there too. Almost everything that made me who I am today are there for me to see. I was looking around yesterday after I put up that one-sheet, one of my 25+ year old Metallica posters, and a Beatles poster I bought about 2 years ago and thought to myself, “Hell yeah, man. This is you. Be proud of all you’ve accomplished, man. It’s been a helluva ride these past 36 years and things can only continue to go up from here. Be proud of who you are, where you come from, and where you’re going.” It feels good to have some pride in myself for once in my life.
And you know what? Things are looking up for me. Once this stupid finger heals, and I don’t have to worry about MRSA or any other infection I could get with an open cut on my hand where I could easily grab something at the gym, I’ll get back to that full force… Well unless some other calamity occurs in my life before then. UGH!!! And sooner than later here, the band is going to start back up and hopefully we’ll get to put a project we’ve been talking about on wax. Just playing music again with my brothers will be good enough even if the project we have doesn’t pan out. Overall, it continues to be the happiest time I’ve ever had in my life. Time to hope that I can finally move this train down the tracks. I have no more time for delays!
Take it easy, y’all!
Forever a Clone 