80s Hair

Rick is growing 80s hair and it is killing me! I said, "WAIT!", and I ran to the house, went to the draw and pulled out the Rolling Stone issue I have with Duran Duran on the cover after the release of Seven and the Ragged Tiger. (Man I would love to see the face of who ever has to clean out "the draw" after I am gone lol). He said, "That is exactly how I want my hair!". I could not stop laughing. I told him he only likes me because for me the 80s are real not retro. One of my favorite all time texts from him simply stated, "What did I not know about Bananarama until today?!?". Such a joy.

My Neice

My family was never really good with emotions. I struggle with it constantly myself. I have the ability to have emotions and make connections - but it is constant work for me. When I grew up how you felt was really the last concern on any one's mind. I certainly did not have a bad childhood - just one where sensitivity was too difficult to experience and therefore not expressed.

My two sisters have such different kids. One sister has lovey dovey children that wanna sit on my lap all the time, tell me they love me, and touch my face. I am happy for this and think it is because of the emotional influence of my brother-in-law. My other sister has children, much like me and my siblings - who have difficulty experiencing or expressing emotion. The youngest of these kids is Elliana.

Elliana is a joy but I am happy because I figured a way to connect with her that is comfortable and one she eagerly participates in - the US Mail. She is going to be 13 soon and we write each other multiple times a week. She says and expresses 10,000 times more in her letters than she could ever in person. Each letter is the same - a plain with envelope covered in stickers that usually say things like Jesus Loves Me or You Rock and addressed simply to Uncle Scott. Inside the envelopes is a single sheet of white lined paper, triple folded and written in pencil. She tells me of all sorts of adventures she is having and comments on mine. Unlike her uncle she has neat and consistent handwriting and just needs a tad bit of work on spelling. She is curious about the world and always manages to elicit a true LOL from me. But best of all is they are always finished up with "I love & Miss You".

In case you are wondering - I got this picture when she came to visit me. The way I got it was that we were both looking at the camera to have our picture taken together. When my sister said, "ready???", I quickly leaned over and kissed he before she knew what happened. Elliana of course shouted, "Uncle?!?" but alas it was too late as the picture was snapped - yay!

MJ and BB

While Matt what here we went to the San Diego Fair. It was very fun - although we rode the sky ride and nearly both shit our pants. I don't remember it being so scary and think it mostly had to do with the lack of seat belts and the president thought, "Should we really be this high off the ground on a carny ride?". While there the sad news of MJ rippled through the crowds. It was crazy - I got a text from my friend in Houston and then everyone else was talking bout it. When we got home Matt and I got sucked into MSNBC and CNN and stuff. So sad - I mean this story has already been told - think Marilyn, Elvis, even Andy.

After Matt left all the hoopla over the Memorial service began. Being curious and roped in, I applied for and WON tickets. No one believes me so I attached the header from the email to this post. I was intrigued but more excited to sell the tickets. They were going for big bucks so I posted them but then they took all the posts down and my money making dream with it. I would have went and everyone said to go but you had to go get the tickets on Monday and then the Memorial was on Tuesday morning - and it is a lot of work to get to LA so I talked myself out of it. Instead I gave the tickets away free to some Texan that just moved to LA that claimed to be a lifelong MJ fan. He said people with shock and disgust people we offering him money for the tickets when he went to pick them up. He did not know I tried to sell them originally.

I thought it would be too much a circus so I passed. I watched some on TV and it was actually well done and made me wish that I kinda went. Matt took the opportunity to remind me via text that Corey Feldman would be there - see previous post lol.

Well the next week I put in for the live taping of the first Big Brother eviction. I have not really followed it since being in CA but watched it religiously in MA -- we did a lot of reality TV watching - A LOT. They said they were full at first but then said they opened up more and I got some tickets. My family was all excited again and so this time I went. It is a hike and a half to LA - so close and yet so far away but I made my way up and into the studio audience. They told us all sorts of do's and don'ts but the biggest do was smile so you do not look like a weirdo. Me smile??? Oh wow super easy! Well I never saw what aired on TV but my family and all the kids did. My mom told me I looked old - my sisters said I looked goofy cuz I just kept smiling and smiling and the kids thought it awesome. My nephew sent me a picture on my cell phone. It is cool cuz I look like a ghost! The live show was fun since they had to keep everything moving and on time. The best part was when one of the contestants said that another contestant said the hostess, Julie Chen, was a whore. Julie had to keep smiling and just move one. The studio audience gasped!!!! The censors cut it from the airing so there is some behinds the scenes dirt for you!

Turns out the day I attended the live tapping was also Corey Feldman's 38th birthday. How exciting, I did not realize he was age appropriate. I looked around LA for him but to no avail.

I guess if you have on demand you can pull it up and watch it. My family tapped it so I hope to see it when I visit MA during August. All in all one adventure passed up and given over to good karma and one other adventure had.

Umph

Oh man, lately I have just had no Umph and my poor blog has suffered so. I have not really had writers block - just no desire. I have been such a lump. Matt came to visit and I loved every moment and I didn't even share them here. But I have gone far enough down the slippery slope of blah and have found my umph. I love my blog and it is time to get back into the swing of things!

Embarassing Moment #3053 and Confession #182

I really don't know why but I forget so very often that the world is real and not TV. People can see me, they can hear me, and they often speak to me. Still I fade into somewhere otherworldly and think that I am invisible to them. Lately I have been trying to be productive so have been at the gym with a fantastic regularity. I flip on my headset and put the calorie burning on autopilot. My headset is the most bizarre collection of songs and I know if it were ever stolen it would be promptly returned to me. It only has about 50 songs on it and I tried to assemble it as a soundtrack to my life - the movie version. The elliptical is my favorite and always makes me sweat like nobody’s business. Just as I am thinking I can muster no more strength to continue this song comes on. The power reserves kick and the endorphins start churning. Not only do I press on but also I can actually feel my smile starting to hurt because it is being pushed to its utter extremities. The gym fades and an amazing world of everlasting love opens before my eyes. A scene of ongoing happiness that I have experienced and witnessed in my life filled with the wondrous people and places I have experienced on this grand journey. My eyes are watery from the happiness. I think I am kinda dancing (actually I know I am). I am radiant in the nuclear afterglow kind of intensity. Then a man comes along and says something and the spell breaks. I see hips lips move but that is about all. I pop out one of my ear buds and he repeats - "Man if everyone had whatever you are listening too there would not be one person skipping going to the gym". I turn fire engine red as it dawns on me that me journey into this supreme stratosphere of joy is being broadcast live to the all other members present at the gym. I want to say something incredibly wry but can only laugh out of the extreme embarrassment.

I don’t know that I would place any bets on me ever getting married in the legal sense prior to conclusion of my excursion here on earth but truth be told if I ever did – I always knew this would my wedding song. Can you just picture it? Oh I can and actually have many, many, many times.

Everyone one is sad about MJ and it is a tragic story but I am still missing Andy. How often does that story need to be told???

Day 1

Well although today is my first official day of being unemployed, the door is not completely shut on my old company. There is a great position I would be perfect for but there is some politics going on that have nothing to do with me and yet are effecting me. Actually everyone I spoke with to garner support was so excited and these were high level folks - vp's and such. In any case today I squared away finances for the month. I made an appointment for the dermatologist as I have a spot on my cheek that although it does not hurt - bothers me. Wigs me out just a bit as I have never had any type of problems with my skin but I am sure it will be fine. I went to the gym (yay!) and I caught up on all my laundry. Not a bad day at all. I am gonna relax just a bit and then next Monday use my new found free time to job search full time. I am also excited that at the gym today I weighed myself and it exactly what I figured although I have not weighed myself in ages. I made a pact with myself to use this time wisely and so a regular gym routine will absolutely be Incorporated.