Da Besties

 

I'm the one on the left. Patti is on the right. I look demented, Patti looks stoned off her nut.

Best friends since 1976. We went through hell and high water together. We lost track of each other in 1982, when we were in our late teens. 

For 43 years we searched for each other, and had no luck. I found her on Facebook, but she never logged in to her account, so she never saw my messages. I was able to contact her little brother and ask him to tell her I was seeking her, but he took his own life right around that time, and she never got the message.

Finally I paid a people search company for data, and got what looked like it might be her address. I sent her a Christmas card, and she got it and wrote back. This was last Christmas, 2024.

Within days we were on the phone. A few months later, her boyfriend passed away and she had to move in a hurry. I told her to come out here to Texas from Florida, and she has been here since June now.

And you know? It's like no time at all has passed. We picked up right where we left off. Tighter than a nun's sphincter, bickering regularly, but always ALWAYS each other's number one.

I felt incomplete for 43 years. Now I have my family, my dogs, and my Patti. Life is good.

My favorite song right now

 

25 years AND my life and still

I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope

For a destination

I realised quickly when I knew I should

That the world was made FOR this

Brotherhood of man

For whatever that means

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step

Outside AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO

OOOH! OOO-AAH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO Whats up?

And I try, oh my God do I try

I try all the time

In this institution

And I pray, oh my God do I pray

I pray every single day

For a revolution

[Chorus:]

And So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed

JUST To get it all out what's in my head

AND I, I Am feeling a little peculiar

AND So I wake in the morning and I step Outside

AND I take deep breath

AND I get real high

And I scream from the top of my lungs

What's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA I said hey! what's goin' on

And I SING hey-YEAH-YEA-EAH, EAH HEY YEA YEA

I said hey! what's goin' on

OOOH, OO! OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOO

OO-OOH-HOO-HOO-HOO-HOOOO-AHH-HAA

Power sleep

 

After being awake for 34 hours, I just slept for a solid 18.

And I'm STILL tired.

Man, this shit has to end.

Dogs now and before

Diesel, RIP

Cubby

Romeo (black) and Connor (brown)

Romeo and Connor

Murphy, RIP

Sweet Molly, RIP

Diesel (left) and Sid both RIP

D-O-G, also RIP

Maisie Mae, RIP

My sweet Lulu, RIP

Murphy again

Our current dogs are Connor, Cubby, Rocco, and Romeo. The rest shown here have all passed, and boy HOWDY are they missed.

For some reason, I cannot find a single picture of Rocco. I'll take one later today and upload it. :)

 

Concert Days

1975, Boston Music Hall, October 1 at 7:30 PM I was there in my pre-adolescent hormonal surge and plaid pants screaming so loud I couldn't hear a fucking note of music while five pretty boys from Scotland chanted S-A TUR-DAY NIGHT! 🙂 It was the absolute high point of my life at that time. The Bay City Rollers were all the rage, and I was madly in love with the lead guitar player, Eric Faulkner. He had these sleepy beagle eyes. Still does. The man is wildly handsome. He's the guy in the lower left corner of the above pic. Dreamy eyes, amirite? And here he is more recently. The man is 70 and still smokin' hot.

The concert lasted 45 minutes and one encore of a single song. I had no idea back then that we fans had been seriously short-changed. Every other concert I've been to in my sixty years on this planet, and there have been a LOT of concerts, lasted at least two hours. Bruce Springsteen, whom I have had the sheer joy of seeing live five times, never left the stage in less than three and a half hours, then would do a half hour encore. Bruce is the KING, man.

The next night, I was back at the Music Hall, back stage this time, with my Dad and sister, to see The Band. My Dad's best friend Howard was leading their brass section and got us the passes.

Little did I know then that I would grow to seriously LOVE The Band. At that time, I was unimpressed. They were not cute. Their music was not bouncy and bright. I was just there that night because my Dad made me go. If I'd had my druthers, I'd have been at home, watching Mary Tyler Moore and Bob Newhart. Eleven year olds are idiots. At least, I was.

It's been 25 years since my last concert. I'm not even sure who it was, but I wanna say it was either Santana or the Grateful Dead. It just got too hard on me physically to handle the concert scene any more.

I do miss those days. Man, we had some fun.

Argument with himself tonight - Love can be a real pain in the ass

I really hate it when we argue. We both have this ability to put a really sharp edge on our tongues. We don't say hateful things to each other, we just.. get snippy and sarcastic. And I hate it.

You would think after 21 years, we would manage not to feed off of each other's bad moods. Tonight it started with his bad mood, and I responded in kind, and next thing we knew, he's stomping to lay down on the couch, and I'm up for the rest of the night unable to sleep, so I rescheduled my doctor appointment which was later this after noon, for a week from now, because no way I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get to my 4PM appointment, but I'm not going to be able to sleep for hours yet.

We've already apologized to each other, and he's back in bed where he belongs. Our arguments never last more than 15 or 20 minutes. They flare up fast, and they die down fast. But man, they suck when they happen.

My old neighbor in California, Adeline, told me that in 42 years of marriage, she and her husband, Art, had NEVER argued or fought or even disagreed.

I wish I knew THAT trick.

I look at the life we have built, the kids we have raised, the many many MANY trials and joys we have weathered, and I know that even with the occasional spat, I would not trade this man for the world.

But earlier tonight, I would have gladly strangled him.

New wedding ring

I decided that since I had to replace my engagement ring with a smaller size, I should do the same with my wedding ring. My rings are sterling, and not at all expensive. My engagement ring cost me $19, and my current wedding ring was $8.

Current ring is very plain, a simple silver band. I decided I wanted something a little fancier, so I found a $10 sterling silver Celtic knot band on Amazon that I positively love. It arrives on Tuesday. The pic at top of this post is the new ring. 

And here's the engagement, in case you don't remember it. I think they'll look amazing together.

Could a truce really be happening?

I am cautiously optimistic that the woman I have been battling with for two months and I are reaching a peace. Check the post and comment thread.

https://acceptingpeopleforwhotheyare.blogspot.com/2025/09/my-response-to-bubblybackwashs-comment.html

If you actually READ the damn thing...

 

Ozempic is NOT for me!

I finally sorted out why I've felt so damn sick for the last four months. I figured this out tonight.

I've been getting headaches almost daily, some of them migraine. I've been dizzy and disoriented. And damn, have I been TIRED! I wake up after a ten hour sleep feeling fatigue into my BONES. Absolute exhaustion. 

Additionally, my abdomen has been a bit painful at times, my vision has been blurring now and then, I've been shaky, I've had a lot of nausea and constipation (which I THOUGHT was a gastroparesis flare, but now I'm thinking that my GP was triggered by what is going on), and incredible dry mouth.

Turns out ALL of that is a side effect of Ozempic. And I increased my Ozempic dose from .5mg to 1.0mg four months ago, and then this shit all started.

So it looks like Ozempic and my body just do not get along. I took my weekly dose this morning, but that's the last damn dose I'll ever be taking. And I need to talk my insurance company into letting me see a nutritionist to work out a healthy weight loss program. They've told me several times they don't pay for that. Fuckers. Maybe I can convince them, though.

I want my energy back.