From my buddies, The Guess Who:
No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I’ll find myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me
No time left for you.
No time for a summer friend
No time for the love you send
Seasons change and so did I
You need not wonder why
You need not wonder why
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you.
No time left for you
On my way to better things
No time left for you
I’ll find myself some wings
No time left for you
Distant roads are calling me
No time left for you.
No time for a gentle rain
No time for my watch and chain
No time for revolving doors
No time for the killing floor
No time for the killing floor
There’s no time left for you
No time left for you
That’s just the way it has been of late. No time. No time for you, no time for me…no time period. There is something SPECTACULAR happening soon, but I am sworn to secrecy until after the fact. Not one to count my chickens before they hatch, doncha know?
Suffice to say, the last few months have been replete with revelations, all good. While the holidays were NOT exactly the holidays of my dreams, we managed to get through them with smiles and thank yous and nobody pissed me off, which, in and of itself, is a major accomplishment.
The girls and I are going to be okay this year. Erin wants to meet her “new daddy.” She is nothing if not a smartass, but God love her, she calls them as she sees them. She has a new honey who is very sweet and claims to be black from the waist down. Julie has a new honey who seems very attentive and sweet, though a little too quiet. The MTW women just might get through 2008 with a few smiles from gentleman callers.
I had a bizarre thought the other day. It has been months since I have given a single thought to “he who must not be named,” and no, I am not talking about Harry Potter’s nemesis, but my own antichrist with whom I was previously involved. In the interest of gathering good karma about myself, I haven’t even said any ugly things about him or the past life. I feel oddly calm AND rejuvenated by the process of letting sleeping DOGS lie.
I have become acquainted with a few really nice folks of late, and the phone actually rings for me on occasion, and some of the calls are not from relatives. I have a standing date for my birthday this year if I don’t chicken out beforehand, but I really don’t think I will. I think, given the company, it will be an absolute hoot.
My brother was his usual generous self during the holidays and my sister spent way too much money on me for a treadmill that is just tits. Yeah, I know…male expression, but I yam what I yam and what I yam NOT is a wallflower. My treadmill and I are becoming good friends. It was a pain in the ass to put together, but has all the bells and whistles and I am elated to report that I can walk a full hour mostly uphill without keeling over from a heart attack. The winter months and the sitting on my arse for 8 to 12 hours a day profession are not kind to my body and this is the only one I get. I won’t say I don’t break a sweat, but I feel like I did SOMETHING at the end of the hour. The application of iPod to ears makes the task almost pleasant…almost.
Tried that Miller Chill stuff and it went down way too easily, but I think it is the first time in probably 10 years that I was able to drink a beer without the addition of tomato juice to kill the hangover effects. The bottles are a really cool green and the girls and I are making candleholders out of them. One can never have too many candleholders.
Work is work and there is not much to say about that.
My trip to legal hell actually turned out well for the girls and I, and if all goes according to plan, I will be sitting on a fatter-than-I-have-enjoyed-in-many-years-previous savings account at the end of the year. Add to that a trip to Texas for spring break and their first-ever airplane trip, and things are definitely looking up.
Life is good…seriously good.
Wench out.
