Kelly Clarkson rocks!!
Check out her cover of
Walkin After Midnight.
Patsy Cline is still one of my favorite artists and
Video is no longer up.... if anyone knows where this can be located let me know!!!!

Monday, December 12, 2011

Well aren't I the goof...

Ok, that was the best title i could come up with.  It really does kind of suck but it is what it is.

Let me start of first by saying that I am sorry.  A few months back someone who reads this blog sent me a couple of gift cards for Winn Dixie Grocery Store.  I honestly meant to say something sooner but it has been quite a challenging period.

My sincerest thanks to whom ever (who ever?  I always get that messed up) sent me those cards.  They were greatly appreciated and used appropriately though I must admit that the cat got quite a bit of benefit out of them as well.  Liter, dry food, can food, and flea shampoo (In truth I don't think she was as happy about that particular item nearly as much as I was).  Anyway, thank you so very much!  Now if you hear about a job....

Which brings me to that subject.  I still have not found anything.  I have been sending out resumes to nearly all parts of the country (Just so you know there is not enough money on this planet for me to live/work in California, New Jersey, and/or new York).  I have sent several out to the Pacific Northwest.  I really have no desire to live in Oregon or Washington but if that is where the work is then I really may have to consider it.  Of course, lacking a car is going to make all of that suck.  I lost the transmission in my truck a few months ago and without a job I could not afford the monthly payment anyway.  However, with no transportation it is only going to get harder.  Who the hell knows, it's not like I have a real job that necessitates the need for a vehicle anyway.  PFFFFFT!

Which leads me to the season.  Now I could pitch an unholy fit (no pun intended) about how everything has been forgotten, how over commercialized it has become, blah, blah, blah, but we all know that would be a colossal waste of time and effort.  Suffice it to say I no longer like the holidays.  My reasons are mostly my own so deal with it.  With all that being said.....

I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas 
and a safe and Happy New Year!!!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Just a quick word....

First, I would like to thank everyone for their well wishes and prayers in what has turned out to be a fairly difficult time.  More than I thought it was going to be at any rate.

I would ask that any additional thoughts and prayers be sent to Pat's wife and child (Kim and Olivia respectfully).  They are in need to the support more than I do.

On that note this has been a rough couple of months.  September 27th was the 5 year anniversary of my mom's passing.  November 2nd was when Patrick passed..  November 12th was the 1 year anniversary of my dad's passing.  That's a lot of shit to have to deal with I can assure you.

How have I been dealing with it?  A lot of crying while curled up on the floor, or the couch, or the bed... you get the idea there.  Also, a lot of reflection as well.  Some of it to when I was a kid (Go back 3 or 4 posts), some as an adult, and a lot in between.  There are good memories, bad memories, and a lot of fun to think about. 

It helps to remember my family members when we were having fun because that, to me, is the purest interpretation of them, or anyone for all that matter.  There was no worry or pain, no hatred or anger, no malice or ugliness.  It was pure raw emotion of the best kind.

I remember the bottle rocket wars; Patrick and I against David and Randy (Pat made the bazooka and I dropped my shot right into their full box of boomers!).... 

Dad joining the neighborhood kids in a game of kickball (That didn't end so well for him but that is another story)... 

Mom indulging me in my drive to be the worlds greatest magician (No matter that it took me about half a deck to pick "her" card).

The poker games, the holiday dinners, the bonfires, the shopping trips..... there is a lot that I remember about them.  Mostly, they just enjoyed life.  It wasn't enough that they enjoyed it though, they each enjoyed it their own way and made pretty damn sure they tried to drag the rest of us along for their ride.  A lot of the time it was great and I never wanted it to end.

Maybe I was a little too selfish in wanting those fleeting moments of happiness to never end and perhaps that they did is the reason they have stuck with me so strongly over the years.  Perspective.  Moving rapidly towards my late 40's gives me a perspective on things that I did not have in my youth (I can hear my dad now; 'Told ya so boy, now get me a beer').  I am now allowed to see that I did not miss much as a child.  Sure, I didn't have the things other kids had, nor did I have the same experiences as them.

I am glad for that now.  My one regret, if you can call it that, is that I didn't have the facilities to get it back when it was happening.  I am happy that I get it now.

Some days are worse than others but I seem to find a way to get through to the  The next one, hahaha, sometimes I wonder.....

Thursday, November 3, 2011


My younger brother passed away last night. He fought long and hard against his cancer. My thoughts are with his wife, Kim, and his daughter, Olivia, who must now move forward with their lives without him.

His presence will always be felt and his memory cherished.

You will be missed by all who knew you.

Patrick Frankovich
11/1967 - 11/2011
Rest in peace dear brother.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The them you love them before it's too late....

For those of you that have been reading long since somewhere near the beginning you may remember me talking about my mom's death at the claws of cancer (You can read the post here) and again last November with the death of my father (That's here).

My youngest brother was diagnosed in February 2008 with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma.  There is no known cure and it is always fatal.  Well, until about three to four weeks ago he had been doing pretty good.  Sadly, with a few back to back hospital stays things took a turn for the worse and he is now a resident of the local Hospice Facility.  The staff are taking extraordinary care of him but there is nothing they can really do short of keeping him comfortable and as pain free as possible.

I find it particularly difficult to see him the way he is now but I try to recall the way he used to be.  Full of life, humor, and high spirits.  I can not help but compare him, as he is now, to my mother and father in their final weeks and days.  There are too many similarities that dredge up painful memories. 

I know I told my parents that I loved them before they went..... I just didn't tell them enough.  The same goes for my brother.  It is not enough the utter the words at someones death bed, you have to say it every day.  No one knows what the next hours may hold for us, much less that traffic on the interstate or that van backing out of the driveway, so we have to be sure that we are telling those around us how much we love them.  Every day we should be doing this.  Parents, siblings, children, cousins, aunts and uncles; we should be saying it to those we care about the most.

At the end of the day there is no guarantee that our loved ones will be there to answer that phone, reply to that email, or give you a hug or a handshake when you walk in the door.  Just no guarantee at all.

May God take away his pain, ease his suffering, fill his wife and daughter with caring and warmth, and then lead him home to our parents.  I love you bro and I'm sure gonna miss you.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Was life better back then?

As I stated in my last post, although it was just a skosh more than a month ago, I have been thinking about my life as a child a lot.  I truly do not remember a lot of of it (I think it is a built in defense mechanism that prevents me from remembering some really ugly episodes..... or my memory just sucks like that) but there are things I recall with an astonishing clarity.  Just like watch television with my mom (see my last post).

For example, I remember staying at my Grandma's house in Memphis, both when we would stop by while dad was on leave and some things from when we stayed there while dad was overseas.  In case you don't know, he was a Marine.  Some of the memories are a little foggy while others play like an HD movie in my mind.

As a very small child, in Memphis for whatever reason, I recall a fall day with mom walking me, and carrying my younger brother, back from playing at the park.  It was fall and the leaves had turned several shades or beautiful reds, yellow, and oranges..  I remember a slight breeze blowing, scattering fallen leaves before us like so many small soldiers leading us home.  The air was crisp and so very clear, almost like all the bad things had been cleaned out just for our walk. Then there were the trees, tall hardwoods, stretching over the street, waving to everyone with their outstretched branches. 

There have been times I have questioned the validity of that specific memory but I have come to the conclusion that in my heart I believe that it happened.  As such, it is mine and always will be.  Just another of many amazing recollections that seem to revolve around my mom.  Not that my father wasn't there by choice, but as a Marine you had duty over all else.  There are times I recall.  Some good, and others... well, no so good.

While in Memphis again (I really ought to point out this is where mom was from and where I was born) we had all gone to a fair.  Oh they had everything you could want.  Food, rides, clowns, and animals.  While we did the usual fair related things the one part of that day that I remember so well was the Ferris Wheel.  It was humongous!  Well, to me it was anyway.  I wanted to ride it so much and my father agreed to ride it with me.  We waited our turn while mom looked on.  When the car stopped in front of us the attendant opened the lap bar to let a couple of people off, and then motioned to us to take our places.  Once we had he closed and latched the restraint.  One by one the cars were loaded with giddy people, adult and child alike, ready to experience the thrill of the ride.  I recall us stopping at the very top while they loaded the cars.  I was so amazed at how far I could see, and how seemingly tiny those at the base of the ride appeared to be.  We waved and the tiny people waved back.  Finally, all of the cars were full and the ride started in earnest. 

There was music that played while we went round and round.  The smell of the foods wafted over us in waves of delicious temptation; cotton candy, corn dogs, sausage.  The sounds of happy screams and hearty laughter seemed to envelop us no matter where we were in the progress of the circle.  The feeling was more than simple excitement.  More like exhilaration.  It was pure and true.  That is until the moment my father thought it would be cute to scare me a little.  I was looking over the lap bar, at what I do not recall, when dad rocked the car.  Not s little bit but a  lot.  My stomach lurched as the car rocked forward and then back.  It felt like it would tip over and dump me out from the heights.  Then forward and back again.  This time it felt like it was rocking even further.  I had this vision of it goings all the way around.  Suddenly the smells of the food were like ash in my throat, the happy screams turning into cries of terror.

No, this was no longer any fun for me and my father knew it.  He rocked even harder.  The ride lurched to a stop.  Thank goodness, they were unloading people.  Only one problem.  They started behind us, meaning I would be stuck up there until nearly the whole thing was unloaded.  I looked at my father and he laughed.  I would swear to you it was the most evil, maniacal laugh that one could ever imagine.  In my mind at any rate.  When were able to finally get off the wheel of torture my mother came a took me away from the evil that my father had turned in to.

I could not tell you exactly what she said to him, or how he responded, but I do remember the tone.  I have heard that same tone directed at me a couple of times in my life.  Let me tell you something, I would sooner have had my fingers broken and sharp pointy objects inserted into places they should not go in order to not hear that again.  Simple fact.

To this day I will not ride a Ferris Wheel.  I do love going to fairs and carnivals still.  Though in truth it is more for the food than anything else.  You can get everything scrumptious and wonderful on a stick but only at these events.  Admit it.  Meat on a stick does not appeal to you unless you are walking through a crowded midway on your way to a sideshow or possibly on your way to the 4-H animal barn.

So that is my post for October (But there may be one coming as we get closer to my favorite holiday of the year).  If not, then Happy Halloween to you all!!!

I now return you to your regularly scheduled internet.

Thursday, September 15, 2011


You know, I was reading over some of my old posts and having a quiet chuckle (The Condiments one still makes me laugh).  I realized that this blog was not just about my life, and MS, and all the evils that attempt to seduce me.  It seems to be as much about my view of the world I live in and, to a certain extent, my beliefs about the topics I have discussed.

Now I would be remiss if I did not actually think it wasn't all tied together, no matter how shabbily, in some way.  I know that it is, so long as you loosely define a few things, turn a blind eye every now and again, and have the ability to put up with my poor grammar, punctuation, capitalization, and sentence/paragraph structure.

So with that being said I think I need to just look back on my life and see where I've been, take a close look at where I am at, and maybe dare to look forward.  I would like to say I will put these down as posts but I think we all know that just won't happen.  Not for a lack of willingness but because I just won't do it.  I will try.

I came across some MP3's a few weeks back that I had forgotten I had.  They are recording of the Stan Freberg 1957 radio show.  My mom had turned me on the Freberg way back when I was just a little kid.  I still laugh today at some of the bits.  St. George and the Dragonet, The Banana Boat Song, Grey Flannel Hat Full of Teenage Werewolves and so many more.  The man was way ahead of his time.  Of course with voice actors like June Foray and Daws Butler to help him many of those bits are just wonderful and tons better than a lot of the stuff recorded today.

In case you don't know who June and Daws are then you are wrong.  If you have watched a cartoon in the last 40 or 50 years then you have likely heard them and just never knew you had.  I would suggest a quick trip over to IMDB.  You might find yourself quite surprised at the number of voices these two amazing actors came up with.

It wasn't just Stan Freberg though.  There were a number of shows she managed to drag me in to.  Well, drag might be a wee bit of an overstatement.  Now that I think about it I now understand how my love of watching television developed.  Shows like Dark Shadows (A soap opera about Vampires.... sound a little familiar?) was a favorite.  I remember getting home from school in time for that to come on.  We would sit side by side on the couch and watch, transfixed, though for all together different reasons.  I watched because it had vampires, deaths (mostly temporary though), werewolves, and all manner of creepy locations as well as sinister things going on.  Mom watched because she had some kind of a crush on the actor that played the lead character (Barnabas Collins), Jonathan Frid.  I hear they are making a movie version (Tim Burton directing and Johnny Depp as the title character.  Should be interesting as long as Burton doesn't Burtonize it too much).

When I get a regular job I may have to see if that is out on DVD and get it if it is.

Speaking of jobs, I am still looking for a full time gig.  I keep sending out resumes but I have to call no 'no joy' and the hunt for full time employment.  Heck, I can call 'no joy' for hearing from potential employers as well.  It is just a giant suck fest.  I keep eyeballing this bottle of tequila on top of my fridge but I don't open it.  I do not want to get started on that road.  Oddly enough however, my smoking as picked up quite well.  You would think if I have to willpower to not take a drink I would have the willpower to stop smoking those little sticks of cancer.  meh.  I need one vice I suppose.

(Think about it....)

Ok, I guess that is all for now.  Stop by and leave me a comment, note, word off wisdom, death threat..... I take them all any more.  lol!

Take care everyone and be safe!

I now return you to your regularly scheduled internet.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Job search? Don't you mean disappointment hell?

Well it has been some time since I posted anything. To be totally honest, as if I am ever anything but that, life has been dragging me down into the bowels of something approaching hell. Oh where to start.....

Health is sucking. Between the diabetes and the MS I am not sure which one will kill me first. They seem to be battling one another for dominance and the war is a back and forth affair that leaves me feeling like roadkill on a summertime south Georgia highway.

The meager wages I do get is just enough to keep gas in, and insurance on, the truck (which Ford will likely take back in a few months anyway), the homeowners insurance paid and the lights on. I did go to a clinic last month and qualified for some stuff but I don't have the money to pay for the $25 office visit much less anything else (oh you know, like groceries for example).

I was fortunate that my brother and his wife helped me out with some necessities and a church friend of theirs gave me a ton of stuff. All that is pretty much used up. I have coffee and toilet paper so all is not lost..... yet.

As the title to this post suggests things are not very promising with the job search. I have spoken to a few people outside of my area (Indiana, Colorado (Yes Sherry, I saw your comment), Florida, and Oregon (Hey! I wasn't going to dismiss ANY opportunity that knocked) but so far I have been getting the same thing from all of them; If you could move to the area we could help you find a job so call us when you get here.

Ummm, guys (and one gal)? If I have the kind of money it will take to move I am pretty sure I would not be looking for a job outside of my area! I don't whether to laugh or cry.

I am really getting fed up with the Great Job Hunt. It is not an expedition I enjoy being on. It is rather odd though. I am sick and I want to work but can't find a job. I don't qualify for assistance of ANY sort (and admittedly it has been more than a couple months since I applied so who knows). I really don't want to have this discussion right now. It just pisses me off something fierce.

Oh, I guess this is all part of that "Change" we were told about a few years ago. No jobs, no help, no hope. Yea, that's change alright but not the kind we so desperately need(ed).

Ok, this just hit me. I know why they still call themselves MTV. It actually now stands for Mindless Television.

So what am I to do? I really do not know. I have really reached the end of my rope. My nerves are frazzled, my hopes are crushed, and my desire to be a productive member of society is slowly shrinking in to a miniature black hole of despair.

If anyone has any ideas I am open to hearing them. Well, as long as it doesn't involve moving to Alaska, New jersey, or Michigan. No matter how badly I want a job there are just some places that I can not bring myself to live.

Ok, I just wanted to post something since it has been about two months since the last one. Hopefully I will have some more to say soon (Of course, since my internet at home as been disconnected due to them getting no money from me) that depends on me having my laptop somewhere I can leach a connection.

Laters everyone!!!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

My MS speaks!

I had this really great idea for a blog all thought out. I was going to talk about the economy, at least as it affects me, and politics, and all that kind of stuff. All of it went poof last night. It's not that I forgot what I was going to talk about, rather my MS has decided it wanted to talk about something else. So without further ado, say hello to my MS.

Good afternoon. I am Mike's Multiple Sclerosis. I have been busy for about the last 24 hours and felt the need to speak to you about what it is that I am doing to him. I hope you find this informative and perhaps just a little bit humorous.

Ok, for the last day, or so, I have really been affecting Mikes ability to walk. I don't mind him going places (e.g. work and grocery shopping) nor do I mind him trying to do chores around the house (e.g. laundry and dishes). I just like to make it really difficult. You see, what I am affecting the most is his balance and limb control.

It is rather funny to see him try to move from one room to another when his balance is off and he can't always control where his right leg is going to go. He bumps in to things quite a bit and I find that extremely hilarious. I fall out into fits of laughter if he is trying to carry something. Take this morning for example. He was trying to carry a cup of coffee. I think he managed to burn himself two or three times just getting from the coffee pot to the kitchen table, all of five feet. Good times.

Of course, if he tries to go up, or down, steps then my sides just ache from all the laughter. I nearly got him to fall over trying to get back in the house this morning. So close. Damn those handicap bars next to the door!!

(Mike's note: That was installed back when my mom was still mobile and I just never took them down. Thank goodness!!)

Stop that, it's all about me today!!

So anyway, he managed to get back in the house without falling over so that was somewhat of a bummer for me. The coward decided to stop moving around so much. No fun for me to have with him just sitting there. He opted to check his email and goof around on the computer a bit so I thought I would play havoc with his right arm and hand. My goodness but he gets so aggravated when he can't type well. Heck, even trying to play solitaire is funny to watch. He can't control the mouse well and the cursor ends up 400 miles from where he was trying to go. You should hear him when that happens. Language my friend, language.

(Mike's note: I admit it, I was cussing like a sailor.)

What did I tell you?? Hmmmm?!

Back to me. Now, I decided to play a trick on him at this point. I started playing with his mind. I would block memories or just make him forget simple things. Mainly, his passwords. Much to my chagrin, he just stays away from the places that I give him the most trouble with. Still, seeing him with his head in his hands trying to remember a password is rather thrilling to watch. For me at any rate.

Hold on, he is thinking about some lunch. I think I will let him get something to eat. Be right back.

I'm back now. Lucky for him he has a supply of the Hormel 90 second microwave meals. I think he is having beef tips. Smells good enough.

Now balance and memory are not the only things I am messing with. I opted to reduce the strength on his right side as well. It makes for fine entertainment for me. He has a tough time even getting out of a chair. Hell, even sitting down can be enjoyable when he doesn't know if his leg is going to hold up and he forgets to put his weight on his left side. He doesn't know it yet but I have been toying with his left side as well but not anywhere close to the level I play with his right side.

It's not that I don't like him. He is a nice enough guy. Tries to be helpful and considerate. I could tell you stories about him helping total strangers out of less than ideal situations or standing up for people when the time called for it. Thanks to moi he can't really do that anymore. HAHA!

It warms my heart to see him struggle to be himself. Just seeing him try to move is insanely funny but since I am affecting so much of who he is it's like icing on the cake for me. I said it before and I'll say it again..... good times!

Oh, and before I forget, he is going to his niece's birthday pool party this Saturday. I might give him the day off for that. Nah!! There is just too much laughter to be had at his expense.

I guess I will wrap it up here. When he gets done eating he is going to take a shower. Water, soap, and me. This should be a thrill ride of epic proportions!!

Later everyone!!!

Mike's Multiple Sclerosis

(Mike's note: I am so not looking forward to that shower now.)

Friday, May 6, 2011

It's all over but the crying?

Well, I did it. It took a while, a lot of tears, pain, and many late nights but I did it.

As of last night, I am now officially graduated from college. It was something that my mom and dad both wanted for me, for all of us. They always said that education was a key to a better future and for the most part they were correct. It is a key that opens the door but that only lets you in to a maze of doors, hallways, and doubt. It is still up to you to take advantage of the situation and capitalize on your skills, knowledge and experiences.

Is this the end of my education? No, no it isn't. I still have certifications to study for and take as well as seriously looking at what options are available to me to continue on to a Bachelors in Computer Science. Down the road, perhaps a Masters. I am not sure how that will play out so I have to play it by ear.

In the end, however, I have reached a goal that I set for myself. Reached hell, I exceeded it. I set a goal to graduate with at least a 3.50 GPA. I graduated with a 3.66 GPA. That was great. In addition to that I was recognized as the Outstanding Student in Business Computer Systems. Add to that my membership in one of the most prestigious honors society, Phi Theta Kappa. Then I my graduated Magna Cum Laude. Cap it off with the respect of many of my professors, fellow students, and several of the staff of Darton College.

Whew. That's a lot. Isn't that enough?

No, I want more.

To do that I will have to work harder, try new things, and not be afraid to fail. These are just some of the things my parents tried to tell me about when I was a child, an unruly teenager, and a young adult. It took me falling down just about as far as I could to realize that what they tried to instill in me got through, somehow.

I dedicate my graduation to both my mother, Nancy Frankovich, and my father, Kenneth Frankovich. I miss you tremendously but I hope that where ever you may be you were watching, you are proud, and most of all you are together.

I understand now. Truly, I understand.


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Hiding from reality is not good for you....

For those of you who might have been reading my blog you will notice a rather lengthy absence on my part. I would like to apologize for this. Things have been somewhat less than ideal in my life. Well, that would actually be an improvement, but it is what it is.

First off, I am still dealing with the after effects of my father's passing. November of 2010 really seems so long ago, a lifetime really, but it was less than six months ago. An eternity of what if's, perhaps, and might-have-been's.... second guessing myself and whether or not I did the right thing by my father. Part of me, something hidden deep inside, tells me I was not the son I would like to think I am. Was. I have the more-than-occasional nightmares about that whole thing. I don't really like what I see. When I am awake I have to keep telling myself I did the best I could under the circumstances. I don't always believe myself. They say with time things get better. We shall see.

I am in a relationship with a woman for whom I care very deeply. Even more so than even my first wife. That is saying something. I truly feel like a hole in my heart, one I did not even realize I had, has been filled. Every time I see her I still catch my breath. She is beautiful, funny, smart, and above all else fully accepting of me with all my faults and shortcomings. She is supportive, and has been since my father passed, and loving. I am not afraid to admit that I am in love with her and I want to be with her always. Sadly, right now that is not possible but we are working on it.

School is over. I have completed all of my required course work and I will be graduating on May 5th, 2011. YAY! I am looking forward to that. I did not graduate from high school (I do have a GED though) and I was unable to walk when I graduated from ITT back in 1992. I debated as to whether or not I would walk at the commencement but I have it some thought and decided to. I figure I worked hard for two years, I earned the right to walk, so I will. Also, as it turns out, on April 27th (Tomorrow night) they will be holding the annual Honors Awards Ceremony and I am to be recognized. I feel absolutely astounded that someone thought enough of me to submit my name for recognition for anything but even more so that I was selected.

Even if i don't get the chance to say it elsewhere I will say it here. I would like to dedicate both the Honors award as well as my graduation to both my mom and dad. They both truly believed in education, especially college, and I just hope that they will be with me on both of those nights. I miss you mom and dad but your words got through to me.

As for my MS. It is really acting up with this sudden rush in to summer here in Georgia. The quick change to the hot and humid days is taking a toll on me. I can tell that I am entering an episode. There is nothing I can do about it though. I do not have insurance (I am only working part time). I do not qualify for assistance (Well, the last time I applied I did not but I plan to do again and reapply so we shall see). So pretty much I am stuck with no meds and no help. My doctor dropped me as a patient due to 'non-compliance'. Really? Since I can not afford to pay for your office visit and the cost of the lab work you want to do as well as the cost of the prescriptions (The MS medicine alone was something like $30k+ for a year) then I am in non-compliance. That's just too funny. I have to laugh because if I don't then I might cry. So all the way around I am screwed and the damnest thing is I didn't enjoy one moment of it. I guess I should just go sit quietly in a corner and die.

I still do not support Obamacare, aka Health Reform, but I wonder sometimes if it would not at least offer a doable alternative for people like myself. Of course, I can not mention Obamacare without the following statement: The health Care Reform Act did not actually reform healthcare but only health insurance. They are not the same thing and no matter how many times a liberal tells you this will solve the health care problem they are wrong. They did nothing to solve the health care problem.

So, now that I have rambled on for so long I feel the need to take a break, get some water, and kick the legs out from underneath some unsuspecting elderly person. Well, really only two of those things I am going to do but I will leave it up to you to decide which ones.

Have a great day and don't forget to stop and smell the roses.


Thursday, January 20, 2011

Happy New Year!

Well not really but it sure sounds good.

So how is everyone? Good, good. Glad to hear you are all still alive and kicking. I truly hope that things are going better for you now than they were this time last month.

In my case, not too bad and not too good. I seem to be waking up every day. I would say every morning but that would be a lie. It seems that I am having the worst time trying to sleep. Like last night, I think I might have gotten three hours of sleep. That seems to be the norm for me. The weather has a lot to do with it.

Rainy and cold. Rainy and cool. Cold and sunny. Cool and cloudy. Overcast and cold.

Get the idea? Yes, I thought so. The weather is playing total hell with my system and it makes me feel, well, not good. It's not that I feel bad so much but I don't feel good. It's an MS thing me thinks.

Of course, the stress of dealing with the after effects of dad's passing, school issues, and trying to find work is not helping me at all. I have been reminded that it could always be worse. I point out that it could always be better as well.

As if things weren't strange enough already, my 45th birthday is next month. The 3rd of February to be precise so it's really not that far off. Yay, I turn another year older. I think I really stopped looking forward to my birthday about six or seven years ago. I don't like be reminded, for an entire day no less, that I am getting old(er). It would be preferable to stay inside my little bubble of denial for as long as possible. At least on this one point.

All things Multiple Sclerosis. Sucks. 'nuff said.

I signed up for my local MS Walk for this year. Now comes the really strange part. I know when it will be, I just don't know where. The information I got, after signing up, did not way where it would be. I looked over both the NMSS web site and the MS Walk website and can not find anything. I sent a few emails but I am yet to hear anything back. I know where it has been held the last few years but I don't wish to assume it will be there again.

We all know what happens when one "assumes" something.

As the date gets closer I anticipate a flood of emails reminding me and I am sure one, or more, of them will gladly inform me of the location of the event. I am quite positive they would be greatly saddened if I did not make an appearance for the cause. Worst case scenario is that the morning of the walk I will drive around to the obvious places and maybe stumble across it.

Well, that is all I have for today. A rather boring read but I needed to post something. Anything really.

Take care everyone and don't forget to hug you dust bunnies today.

Dust bunnies need love to!

Toodles all!!