I'll soon be moving to a suburb of heaven.

How can this be possible you might ask? Well, it's kind of a long story. Over 25 years in the making long. To sum up my two best friends are finally getting together. Some who know them might think it should have happened over 25 years ago. It very well could have but for any number of reasons it didn't. You may think this was a terrible waste; a tragedy; sad beyond words, and you'd probably be right...but (is there always one of those?) being the selfish bastard that I am, and I feel awful admitting to this, a small part of me is not unhappy it worked out this way. You see I love these two people dearly. In fact, if cornered, I might admit I was head over heels in love with one of them, but only if cornered, of course, and would gladly give my life for either of them. All this would have happened a few years before we met and if it would have happened in all likelihood, we never would have met. Over the years we have developed a long and very close relationship and shared many very intimate things (not in the sexual sense)...(dammit..er..well, just dammit). For the most part this relationship was pretty much independently done. The three of us barely spent any time all three together; mostly just in passing at most. We've laughed together, cried together, spent countless hours together sometimes just doing nothing but being content because we were with each other. Remember this was just two of us at a time for the most part. There was one long gap in time (over 10 years of no contact between two of us and the third person) but it was thankfully closed about a year ago which was the beginning of this new chapter in our lives. We were just three old friends trying to get to know each other all over again. The closeness has returned but now the three of us interact on almost a daily basis but not in person. Two of us live nearly 2300 miles apart via MapQuest and the third is damn near exactly halfway between us. That's the one it's been well over a decade since I've seen in person. In a few months they'll both be nearly 2300 miles apart since they'll be living together. The love that was always there has finally been able to blossom and it's a most beautiful and wondrous thing to behold. I can a bit sappy if I want because the thought of them being able to finally bring their dreams together honestly makes me tear up I'm so happy for them. The two of them so deserve to be happy and they'll finally get their chance. They'll be in a heaven of their own making.

So, what does this have to do with me moving to a suburb of heaven? For some reason, they have a special place in their hearts for me. Maybe even more special than you'd expect for just friends. Goodness knows I don't merit such a place but I'll be damned if I'll tell them that. Naturally with their making a heaven they'll move me to a close suburb just because for some reason they want me to be that much a part of their lives. I'm more honored than I can ever put into words that they'd feel that way. For all the love they have for each other they still have a lot left for me...I will love them until I take my last breath, beyond that if possible, and will always feel warm and loved in my cozy little cottage in the suburb of their heaven.

(I'm still up at 5 am, this isn't called 'ramblings' for nothing)

Perspective

The other day I was talking with a coworker who works in the maintanence department. She mentioned how she dreaded a particular up coming day. We have some celebrity (who gives a fuck) coming to the store to sign his autobiography on that day. I said oh,yeah I guess we'll be crowded and it'll be hard for you to clean up around them. She said no that's not it. "Every 'gray hair' within a 100 miles with bowel problems will be here. Too funny!!!!

So......

So.............humans FUCKIN' SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tasteless Tomato

I was eating a BLT (without the T) and thought that a nice slice of tomato would taste good. It's been a long time since I've bought one. Then I remembered that they're just a waste of money. Tomatoes taste nothing like they used to 25-30 years ago. They used to be firm and bursting with flavor. Now they're mushy and tasteless. It's sad that humans distroy most of what they touch, attempting to improve it or simply make more money. It's bad enough when every man-made product has to be changed or improved like laundry detergent but they have to play God and mess around with nature. Nature would take care of itself if there weren't any humans around.

Here's a recent fuck-up...Africanized honey bees. "Duh, let's cross breed some bees and make the honey bee super aggresive so it'll make more honey and we'll make more money." Hello! Are these people scientists? Are they stupid? Did they really think they could contain a tiny aggressive flying creature? Oops, some got out. Now they've upsetting the insect world which affects the birds...and so on. I trailed far from my BLT (it is called "Ramblings...").

Ok the tomatoes.... and cucumbers. Come to think of it, I don't remember the last time I had a decent watermelon. Remember when fruits and veggies were available 'in' season only. Now we have to either import them or grow them faster (hurry, hurry let's make some more money). I don't need strawberries in December. I'd rather have them RIPE and in their prime growing season...locally, well at least within the region (Midwest, Northeast, etc.) Having them in winter means they're picked before they're ripe so that they won't spoil on their way from South America to my refridgerator.

Well, I'm done bitching for now. Guess I'll get back to my tomato-less BLT.

Death of a friend's loved one.

Everyone has loved ones die. It's a fact of life. The loved can be a family member, a spouse, lover, friend, pet or even, for some people, an inanimate object. We each have our own way of handling/dealing with this. Some like being surrounded by friends, others want only a select few with them and still others would rather be alone.

As the friend (I'm talking true, love them dearly close friend here, not acquaintance) of someone who's lost a loved one, it's often hard to know what to do or say. I spout off some dumb platitudes, something I tell myself I won't do, and feel empty and useless afterwards. If I say too much am I going to make it worse for my friend? If I say too little will they feel I'm heartless and uncaring? It's worse when you're hundreds of miles away and can't be with them in person. I listen as they tell me what happened, how important the loved one was in their life, how long they've known them, etc and tears well up in my eyes and roll down my face as I hear the tears in their voice. I want to reach out and hug them, hold them close, but I can't which makes me feel all the worse and even more useless. I should know what to say, I mean what kind of friend am I anyway if I can't handle this? Fortunately for me since this is of the true friend variety, they know my feelings are in the right place even if I suck at expressing them. This is one of the many things that makes a true friend so priceless and so rare. I love you and your loss is my loss.

English is a funny language

yet no one laughs. Ok, maybe some people do. One thing that irks me about it is if a word is mispronounced or misused long enough, it will change to make the wrong way correct. I think this promotes sloppiness. An example that comes to mind is 'forte'. The most common usage of the word means 'strength'. If your good at something, it's your forte. Forte used this way is pronounced 'fort' not 'fortay' which is an Italian musical term. Forte as most people use it, is French. Very few people pronounce it correctly. The last person I heard do so was Howie Long, an analyst foe Fox Sports. A lot of dictionaries will show the 'fortay' version since it's so commonly mispronounced they gave in so everyone doesn't look stupid.

Here's a goofy one. If you can you can keep something secret, do it without people knowing, you're discrete. If you try to sneak around and get caught, you're indiscrete. If you have a brain tumor that surgeons can safely remove, it's operable. If they can't safely remove it, it's inoperable. By the same token, if something catches fire easily, it's flammable. On the other hand, if it's inflammable, it can be easily set on fire...er..hey, wait a minute, are you nuts? 'In' is used to designate the opposite so whose idea was it to make flammable and inflammable mean the same thing? Is it any wonder people that move here from other countries have so much trouble learning English?

Then we have things like idioms, figures of speech, and the like. I'm a big fan of NCIS and there's a character from Israel, a Mossad agent, named Ziva who's always trying to fit in by using them, but always messes them up a bit which points out how silly most of them are in the first place. Things we say like 'there's more than one way to skin a cat'. Our poor foreign friend is still having trouble with flammable and inflammable and now they have to study the different methods of feline skinning and why the hell that's applicable to finding different routes to drive to work. It's raining cats and dogs, great, how am I going to explain those dents in my car to Geico? Let me give you a piece of my mind. Please, from listening to you the last few minutes, you've all ready given out way too much as it is. A lot of them don't make any sense and it's just by memorization that you understand what they mean. In most cases you really can't derive the meaning of them. Our speech is very colorful but it just makes it that much harder to learn.

Here's a little unrelated thing that isn't worth a separate entry (yeah, like this whole thing was, I know). Is there a convention for how long someone who's died is referred to as the late? Some presidents seem to keep 'the late' attached to their name for years. JFK maybe decades. I mean how long can someone be considered late before accepting the fact that they're just not ever going to show up.

Celiac rant #1

There is a rare disease called celiac sprue which kicked in for me in my early 30's. What is it? It's an intolerence to gluten. Gluten? A gluey substance found in grains such as wheat, oats, barley, and rye. There's no pill or cure. It's a matter of not eating these foods or anything made from these foods or anything with cross-contamination from these foods. Unlike a diabetic who can eat sugar but must monitor the amount, a celiac can NEVER eat gluten. If you want to know more about this disease look it up. The point is that my diet is different than others (not to mention complicated).

Before the spur reared its ugly head I could eat anything like most others can. I also knew most of the basics of the foods I ate. Bread was made from flour and flour from wheat. Sugar is a cane, potatoes are a tuber, and cheese comes from milk-milk from cows.

Since I've had this disease I have discovered just how ignorant people are about the foods they eat. Typically when someone learns that I have to eat certain foods, they ask too many questions...this usually occurs when I'm trying to eat. "Shut up! I'm hungery!!!!" If this isn't bad enough they say the most stupid things. Like "oh, so you can't eat sugar?" Since when did sugar become a grain you idiot. Another one I've heard is "so you can eat white bread" WHAT??? Is your mother also your sister??? And yet another "so you can eat cake". I asked this person what they thought cake was made of and they replied that they didn't know. One other was a comment that I couldn't eat potatoes.

These are basics. I of course now know all kinds of ingredients. This is mandatory for me. I wouldn't expect everyone to know that some fruit drinks have wheat in them but I would expect that they know that oranges are a fruit and grow on trees.

Listen up people first...know what the hell you're eating....second...if someone has a rare disease and they are not a loved one, leave them alone. We are not freaks in a carnival!