Week 21 – Kicked Butt

Just to show how unbelievably fun the PIM-only fantasy format can be – imagine having Daniel Carcillo. I’m not in first place in the league but having weeks like the one in the picture are almost more fun than winning.

Right-click/View that bad boy.

Week 21 - PIM Only League

Randoms, 022608

  • Trade Deadline: I’m watching the trade deadline news a little more closely than your average NHL fan, I assure you – but I’m not here to discuss that. Don’t want to, can’t, won’t … yeah. Every NHL fan in the universe should be watching TSN (or the NHL Network, which is simulcasting TSN’s trade deadline broadcast) if they have the opportunity. There could be nothing more entertaining in the world, in my humble O, at this point in time. Anything is possible in the minds of hockey fans as the clock winds down – and the guys on TSN will discuss all of those imaginary possibilities.

    That, and I’m almost sure that James Duthie is going to get his ass kicked by the end of the broadcast. Probably by Pierre McGuire – which I would totally pay to see.


  • This is Jeopardy! Last nights Jeopardy! boards were owned by none other than yours truly. Seriously, “I’M BEING SENT TO KYRGYZSTAN” as a category? I was meant to question these answers. Final Jeopardy! was a combination of two of my strongest general knowledge subjects: Biblical Names and Star Wars. Yes, I’m bragging about my mad Jeopardy! skills on my blog – and I feel no shame. I’ll never cure a disease but if comes down to a round of “BEFORE AND AFTER” to prove my worth, I’ll be sticking around.

  • Monday Night, Uncooked: Finlay has always been a better father figure to Hornswoggle and I have no doubt that if this all proves to be true, he will continue to be. I wonder, though, why he would lie about his alleged paternity. I’m assuming if JBL knows than Finlay must know. In hot guy news, Jeff Hardy and Chris Jericho went at it last night which, I thought, would be pretty exciting for me. Jericho seems … well … not his old self, lately. Is he unhappy with the way things are going in the biz, right now? Shawn Michaels’ on screen respect for Ric Flair is so poignant that I find myself hoping that he’s the one that forces him to retire when they face each other at WrestleMania.

  • Pierre McGuire: I’ve updated my opinion- he’s going to kick everyone’s ass.

    Yeah, he’s always all ramped up like this – but, today … today I see something new in his eyes.

In the Name of Science

I’m about to attempt something so brave, selfless and potentially dangerous that I’m rating this post NA+17 (no adults over seventeen) and affixing the morally mandatory “do not attempt this at home” disclaimer. Fellow grown ups – this is real science of the mind.

So, behold, Ladies and Gentlemen, as I am going to experiment on myself by completing as many of those charming blog quizzes as I can stomach. You know the ones. Most of these are, no doubt, written by only the most upstanding fourteen year old girls with backgrounds in psychology, sociology, physiology and debauchery. One must assume they exist as a gauge – ney; a compass – for their fellow girly-girls. Something easy to understand with complex results somehow calculated into percentages – percentages which will lead them to a place of better self-comprehension so that they may right their courses and grow into healthy, aware adults.

As a side experiment I’m also going to attempt to prove that I can, indeed, complete these quizzes and NOT post the results on my MySpace profile.

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We’ll begin with the quiz entitled How Nerdy Are You?

You Are 72% Nerdy

You are a pretty big nerd, and you’re getting nerdier every day.
Don’t worry if you don’t have friends… there’s always robots.

How Nerdy Are You?

Well, apparently, at 72% Nerdy, I am “a pretty big nerd” – and, as if that wasn’t enough, the 28% of my firing synapses not located in the nerdal-cortex are being encroached upon as it seems I am “getting nerdier every day.” The results, though, are written by someone compassionate who wishes to leave me with a hope filled message. I’m urged not to worry “if I don’t have any friends.” After all, “there’s always robots.” Yes, there’s always is!

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I decided to next complete the Are You a Political Radical quiz because, truth be told, I have been wondering if I am. Will I have to turn myself in to the thought police?

You Are 60% Politically Radical

You’ve got some radical viewpoints, but you aren’t completely nuts. You’re more of a visionary than a radical.

Are You a Political Radical?

Luckily, I’m safe. Being only 60% Politically Radical is within the limits and I’m not considered “completely nuts,” the test assured me. As it turns out, I’m “more of a visionary than a radical” which is comforting and kind of the quiz author to point out. I was worried about myself for a minute when I checked the box next to “All drugs should be legalized.” Thank Allah!

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After such an exhaustingly serious quiz, I was ready to learn something a little more fun about myself. I decided my next trial would be the Funky Inner Hair Color quiz. It may sound gross, but I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it so that adults that come after me won’t have to.

Your Hair Should Be Orange

Expressive, deep, and one of a kind.
You pull off “weird” well – hardly anyone notices.

What’s Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

So, my funky inner hair color is orange, how about that? Not only does this mean that I am “expressive” and “deep” but also that I “pull of ‘weird’ well.” This actually makes me feel a little better about some of the hair color choices I made in high school, though, I do think that if my hair was orange at this stage in the game, people would notice.

I’m still kind of grossed out by the term “funky inner hair.”

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Next came the most dreaded of all of the quizzes – the Purity Test.

You Are 18% Pure

You’re definitely not pure. In fact, you may be one of the most evil people who’s ever lived.
Remember, good little girls and boys go to heaven. But bad little girls and boys go everywhere!

The 100 Question Purity Test

So I’m 18% pure – which is still slightly pure – especially since I am actually an adult posing as someone who should be taking a purity test. According to this quiz, if I were truly a member of the target demographic, I have some straightening out to do because I “may be one of the most evil people who’s ever lived.” I think the only thing that saved me in that quiz was the fact that I’ve never tried heroin. I am glad, though, that someone is out there showing concern. This may just set a few little heathens straight.

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Here’s a quiz for the both the image conscious and the health conscious. How Much Do You Weigh?

You Should Weigh 110

If you weigh less than this, you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.
If you weigh more than this, you may be losing a few pounds soon!

How Much Do You Weigh?

13 question down and despite having two scales, one right next to the other, in my master bathroom, I now know I should weigh 110 … 110 something. 110 units of weight measure. No need to ask how tall I am or if I have any serious health conditions and potential negative body image be damned – this quiz will tell teen-aged girls all they need to know about weight. There is even a message directed towards those of us who may not have risen to that 110 mark yet and are frightened by our results – “if you weigh less than this” the quiz master assures me, “you either have a fast metabolism or are about to gain weight.” Phew!

Of course, I’m assuming my results are in US lbs. I hope it’s not 110 Stone … or 110 Celsius or something!

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Feeling malnourished and still having that whole “political radical” thing floating around in my head, I’m starting to wonder if there is hope for me. I’m looking to the fathers of our country and I’ve come to wonder, what modern president am I most like. Lucky for me there’s a What Modern US President Are You Most Like? quiz I can take!

You Are Most Like George W. Bush

So what if you’re not exactly popular? You still rule the free world.
And while you may be quite conservative now, you knew how to party back in the day!

What Modern US President Are You Most Like?

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no! This is not good news. I know I’m the decider and I know that this foreign policy stuff can be frustrating. I know that when I talk about war, I’m really talking about peace and I would never, eeeeeeeeeever, forget Poland – but the similarities must stop there! Right? Oh, no.

How do teen-aged girls do it? How do you keep writing and taking these things? I know it would mean an empty MySpace profile that may actually validate in most browsers if you didn’t – so you must – but how do you deal with the troubling results?

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Ok, this is better. A picture-test. I can do that. Just clicky the pic-y to find out: What’s Your Hidden Talent?

Your Hidden Talent

Your natural talent is interpersonal relations and dealing with people.
You communicate well and are able to bring disparate groups together.Your calming presence helps everything go more smoothly.People crave your praise and complements.

What’s Your Hidden Talent?

See that! I knew I wasn’t like GWB! See. SEE! A picture that says I’m a better communicator than the president is a picture that’s worth a thousand dollars. Let’s roll.

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Do I Need Therapy? I mean, I’m feeling kind of weird right now.

There’s a 62% Chance That You Need Therapy

You almost certainly need therapy. And there’s nothing wrong with that.
Lately life has not been easy for you. Why not let a therapist help you sort things out?

Do You Need Therapy?

Well – with that 62% probability glaring at me, it seems that I “almost certainly need therapy.” I hear that “there’s nothing wrong with that,” though, so I’m dealing with this pretty well.

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I’m sure that even my idols of experimentation such as Thomas Edison, Eli Whitney, Benjamin Franklin and all the guys from the band Tesla (I think one of them invented lightning, or something) would have to give up on this one at some point. It’s not as if I’ve ended with no usable data. I completed eight quizzes which will surely someday help to prove how much time a twenty-six year old woman can stand pretending to be interested in what a fourteen year-old LiveJournal addict has to say.

Also, and more importantly, I’ve learned that it’s OK to be a little weird, sometimes. You may be a slutty, anorexic nerd with orange hair that needs therapy – but, there’s always robots – and I’m all for that.

Requiem For a Dying Song

Sirius 21, Alt Nation, just played Flogging Molly‘s new single.

This is a big deal to me.

Thank you, Jake Fogelnest.

I don’t fan-girl over much but I’ve been singing both the songs and the praises of my favorite band and dragging my friends to their shows now for quite a few years.

Perhaps I’ll write more on them later – but for now I’m just thrilled to have finally heard my favorite band on my favorite Sirius channel. I can’t wait till everyone is singing their songs!

Maybe I’m the One, Maybe I’m the One Who Is the Schizophrenic Psycho

Ever felt like, perhaps, you’re totally weird and nobody is telling you? Like, maybe you’re autistic but through the Rain Man-colored-glasses that are glued onto your face everything looks just fine?

No? Just me? Great.

Sure, I’m exaggerating a bit with the whole Rain Man analogy – but our minds must allow a certain bit of distortion of reality and, if I’m lucky, my mind is distorting things so that I see them as worse than they truly are.

The very few times I’ve had the figurative “balls” to address this feeling with those whom I’ve felt close enough to discuss it , I’ve kind of just been shot down – as if this were an inappropriate conversation to have. What’s wrong with wanting to know what’s weird about yourself? I’d think it’s pretty healthy to want to know – and improve upon – what people think makes you hard to relate to – as long as you’re not hiding who you are or what you believe. What’s so bad about working on things like presentation?

I do feel, though, as if there are levels of weird that we can all accept. As if certain aspects of our human personalities vary so widely that it’s perfectly acceptable to be on the far end of the scale in one area as long as you kind of balance out in the others.

The following are a few of the things that make me feel as if I’m, at least somewhat, strange. I’m not really looking for discussion – no one is going to change my mind and, really, I don’t want to talk about them in person – I’m too much of a big, paranoid pansy. Of course … I guess it would be kind of nice to know if any other grown men or women ever feel this way …

  • I have a terrible time making friends. When I actually do come across someone that I truly enjoy hanging out with, talking with and learning about – someone I find interesting and fun – I have no idea what to do next. The people that are my real friends – well, I have no idea what happened. I probably just wouldn’t shut up and at some point they decided to keep me. This is not helped by the fact that:
  • I meet very few ppl IRL that I’d even wish to try to make friends with if I knew how.
  • I’m afraid to ask people questions about themselves. The things I want to know about people I like are things that quite a few consider too personal to share with mere acquaintances. I’m tempted to ask things about feelings and emotional drive that folks find too probing. A lot of “why”‘s and “if”‘s. Sometimes I feel that if you ask personal questions, people feel as if you’re looking for faults or points to argue. I’m really just that curious about those I like knowing. I actually care what makes you tick – I swear!
  • I feel that people think I tend to be too open about certain aspects of my life and some seem to find that off-putting. I don’t mean to offend – I’m usually just looking to start up a conversation or see if I can find something in common with who it is I’m talking with. I never realize I’m doing this until I’m away from the conversation – than I feel like an idiot.
  • Once I feel like an idiot at next meeting I act standoffish – completely different from how I seemed before. I know I’m doing this and it feels wrong – but I’m so scared that I’ll make a fool out of myself again that I end up looking like an asshole. I’ll treat someone that I really likes as if I barely remember meeting them because I’m sure they already think I’m an idiot.
  • I have a hard time acting interested if I’m not. Pretty sad for someone whose education is in theatre, don’t'cha think? I can only maintain eye contact with people I really find interesting. When I do find that .01% of humanity interesting, I stare at them and ask them too many questions. Then I feel like an idiot. Repeat last bullet point.
  • I make really weird faces and gestures. Sometimes I’ll find myself in the middle of a story and I’ve gone from sitting to standing in the middle of the room, miming out everything I’m saying. I may even throw in different voices. Then it hits me: why am I so hyper-aware and paranoid about everything else I do when I still allow myself to act like this?

There’s all of that – and some more, I suppose. I usually feel like I’m the most awkward person in a room.

Maybe I’m just too aware – I’m watching myself too closely. A twenty-six year old woman – a professional … an adult – should NOT be feeling this out of place! Being aware of these feelings hasn’t stopped me from advancing my life to a point which is perfectly normal, though, so I mustn’t be holding myself back too far with these quirks. I’ve attained wonderful things, I actually do have amazing friends and relationships and I’ve got hobbies and interests that fulfill me personally. Possibly, the only harm I’ve done myself is having wasted so much time sweating these emotions.

Or perhaps I should just not be saying it out loud.

Back up to that part where I feel like an idiot.

One For the Ladies – Long Wearing Lip Color

WFLA-TV recently ran a story on their eleven o’clock news broadcast about lipstick. Specifically, the long wearing offerings of different brands. If you dig I’m sure you can find the video somewhere on their page.

Hard-hitting investigative journalism, I know.

While I don’t wear makeup on a daily basis (no, I don’t work on my cars with both coveralls and CoverGirl- sorry to disappoint) it’s role in my life is extremely significant. I’ve been lucky enough to be able to fit some sort of live performing into my life since I was child. No matter what pays the bills I’ve always found the time to get on stage and while, lately, I haven’t been doing as much theatre as I’d like (which is because I’ve been doing no theatre for the passed couple years) I’ve still been able to get myself some rays of spotlight. Like anyone who finds themselves washed out by those high powered demons I know that good, long lasting, sweat proof, smudge proof makeup is essential.

For theatrical makeup – and especially for effects makeup – I love Ben Nye. I’m a creature of habit and the first real kit I bought for stage was this brand and they’ve been able to offer me everything I’ve needed so far. For other types of performance, though – those times when I’m in a crowd, on TV or just not going to be washed out by lights – I go with standard, every day cosmetics. I have favorites in all brands and price ranges but there is one category in which it was truly hard to find something that lived up to my (very low) expectations.


Long wearing, color stay, kiss proof – whatever you want to call it – lipstick.

Like I said – I think my expectations are low. Standard complaints about long wearing lip colors are that they are too dry, flake off, are difficult to fully remove and, of course, that they just plain don’t last. Now, of course, I can’t have something flaking off while I’m trying to work, but I really don’t care about having dry lips are long as they don’t look cracked. I don’t even care if the stuff never comes off. That’s better than being caught with no lips when that spot hits me. The one that’s come to be my absolute favorite is dry, in my humble O and if I don’t feel like really scrubbing before I go to bed (even in the shower, girls) I will still have fully painted lips the next morning.

I wear Max Factor MAXwear and it really is everything I need in a lip color. It never smudges. It can’t. Once that paste dries onto my lips it’s as if I’ve tattooed the stuff on. Of course, you have to be careful about your lines when wearing a color stay like this – but that’s not an issue I’ve ever had. It is a bit dry but it doesn’t flake and it doesn’t crack. I’m sure it feels a little more moist if you put the second step gloss on over top of the matte but that does come off and I just don’t need shine as much as I need definition.

Dilemma time – I had personally boycotted all Proctor & Gamble products (Tide, Cover Girl, Gillette, Iams, Crest, Duracell – etcetera, the whole bit, all of it – and have yet to be convinced that I should stop) for quite a few years. It’s only when I became frustrated with all other options and was truly in need of something that stayed for an entire day or night of work that I took some online advice and tried the stuff out. I didn’t even look to see who made it. Of course, I really dig the stuff. It’s a good product and it does what I need it to do.

I’ve tried all the stuff WFLA suggested and it didn’t work as well as I needed. That includes the stuff you have to order, the stuff from the mall and the stuff from Walgreen’s. I’m a member of MakeupAlley. I’m researching, I experimenting but I can’t find an alternative that is truly as long lasting.

To make myself feel the tiniest bit better I always purchase it when it’s on sale – usually BOGO – but short of P&G divesting themselves of the Max Factor brand I don’t see a way that I can keep purchasing the product while being true to what I’ve committed to through my personal boycott. I’ll use what I have (I have a lot) as I’m not going to go wasting … but I’ve got to find another option. Ladies? Gents that wear makeup?

I just can’t have my luscious lips lost in the lights.


Ever wish you had people IRL (in your “real-life” life, as in, not in the computer) who you could speak to in your native tongue? People who could come over and understand all the dumb things you’re talking about, regardless of how they felt about them.

My flesh and blood family and friends will get this and they won’t be insulted. They know me and I can only assume they feel the same way. After all, doesn’t everybody?

I’m talking as much about personality and sense of humor as I am about community jargon – but at a certain point on the social plane, even those factors must intersect.

We’re greatly influenced by our surroundings and in modern American culture, our most frequent surroundings are likely our work environment. For people in IT/technologies – unless you actually work for a technologies company, in which case, in Tampa you’d be a lucky bum – that can mean a lot of alone time. So you may be a member of an on-line community of people – professional or amateur – that understand, or can at least figure out (which is almost cooler ’cause it gives you a chance to share with people who are truly interested), what you’re talking about when you speak on your specialty.

At a certain point though – perhaps it’s a certain age – that’s just not enough, anymore.

Like I said – I’ve got great IRL friends – but at this point in my life and the way things are settling into place they don’t all have the same hobbies, personal ambitions, skills, interests and general-whatnots as I do – and that goes both ways. This is great for a million reasons – but sometimes you just want to dish with someone whose … well … like you.

It would be nice to have that one friend who just (and I’m not coming up with a term that does it truer justice) gets me. I’d like to know that one guy (man, woman, really smart walrus, whatever) who could come over for an evening, drink some beers, over-indulge in internet memes and phenoms and random virtual-viral fun that make us laugh till we’re crying, teach each other cool things we know through fun conversation, tell jokes and stories all the while looking up everything on the spot on our laptops or smartphones, fuck around with the cars, drive the twisties to a nature park and hike, cook, jam (I don’t care of they play oboe, I’ll play keys and do vox), then start flipping the TV between hockey, primary results, NASA TV and The Simpsons and … well, lots of stuff. Someone, IRL, that would appreciate the title of this post to the point where thinking about the first time they saw screenshots of “Backstroke of the West” all those years ago makes them start spouting caption-lines aloud.

Or at least someone who could really understand why I do. Someone whose mind works in the same way.

It’s different for everyone. I have friends who love all aspects the club scene while I have no interest. They see what I don’t like about it but they don’t understand why I feel that way. I have friends who are amazing painters, friends who can make clothing and jewelry and design a room, friends who are financial geniuses, friends who live to play their favorite sports, friends who pilot airplanes, friends who hunt and friends who think Dane Cook is funny – friends who I love. I’m sure they all appreciate those who truly understand what they find appealing – fulfilling – about these things, though … but they still also have me.

So, while we all offer each other different things we aren’t all the best date for each others Friday night activities.

Mine sometimes include seeing if there are any new pictures posted on Engrish.com or gooning around the Something Awful forums (no, I won’t tell you my forum handle), taste-testing ales or watching MythBusters marathons.

I guess … now that I’ve got it all typed out in front of me … what I’ve said is pretty base … pretty surface. Everyone wants to have a friendship with someone that speaks their emotional language as well as their jargon. Everyone wants to share the things they find appealing with people that will get why. Everyone wants to be understood.

Everyone – no matter how nerdy, no matter how geeky or greasy or ditsy or adventurous or creative or educated or witty or wise – wants to be understood.

… and I found the longest way possible to say it.

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An aside: I didn’t mention wanting friends who were also hammers. Seriously, fellow radio geeks, I appreciate you all. What kind of airwaves would they be if it was just me and some numbers channels out there? I’ve hung out with you, though, and, well, besides these specialized electronics, we don’t understand each other. I hope you understand.

USA 193

At 2247 – 10:47pm – WTVT, Fox 13 news broke in with news that “that satellite” (uhg, John Wilson) had been successfully shot down by a US missile. As of now the Wikipedia article has not been edited (c’mon, it’s true – that’s the first thing that usually happens when anything breaks), CNN is talking about John McCain being old, MSNBC is talking about LiLo‘s tits and my local news channels are saying shit.

I guess I’m the only weirdo who is obsessed with this.

ETA: At 2315 Anderson Cooper said that they were “waiting” for the attempt to occur. Everything I had read – all unverified, of course, indicated that the first attempt, weather permitting, would be at 2230 Eastern. Was my local station making shit up?

E(again)TA: So WFLA-TV, News Channel 8 is talking about it happening like it’s a “duh” AND Wikipedia has been edited.  Now … I need video.

Thanks, Everyone. Now I Have to Buy a Blu-ray Disc Player.

The format war is over and if you purchased an HD-DVD player, well, you lost.

Lance Ulanoff from pcmag.com – a former HD-DVD supporter with this, obviously, prophetic piece entitled Blu-ray Is Doomed – sums the race up much better than I feel like doing right now.

Right now I’m just confused. Do consumers research before they purchase, anymore?

I truly believe that HD-DVD would ultimately be the better technology and that the DVD Forum actually had the consumers best interest as well as ease of home use in mind when developing the standard.

HA! I said standard! While Sony/Blu-ray Disc Association have a finalized specification, they continue studying tweaks that seem to be eking frighteningly close to nullifying backward compatibility. And what’s with the mandatory region locking and redundant layers of copy protection? So we – the consumer – have allowed a format to win that will actually further hinder us from using the media that we have purchased? I guess all those Playstation kiddies decided it for us.

Look – Sony won the rear projection HDTV war in my house. They beat Sammy and his glowing, blue power button and his DLP a long time ago. I’m not a Sony hater. I’m not even a Java or a Sun hater and I’m no MS lover – for those who insist in looking too far into what I’m saying. I simply wished the format that was truly more flexible – more consumer friendly – would be able to stick it out.

It Could Be the Wine

I don’t normally drink wine – as you know I’m one of those no-couth-having beer drinkers. Being a snob about the beer that passes my lips has little to no bearing on what most people I find myself out with think of my taste. If they hear me explaining what I meant when I asked my server what ales they had available (no, it’s not Old English for “beer”) they usually think I’m using semi-fancy words to prove I’m an educated drunk. As I hinted before, though, I’m drinking wine tonight. That chilled, semi-sparkling white in my fridge could just not wait for a dinner party and now that I’m a few glasses of Prosecco down I’m remembering all that stuff I learned in my TEAM training about the alcohol content of wine when compared to beer.

Also, in my wine induced haze, I’ve learned some other things. I’m now fully convinced that wine assists in pulling forward completely different thoughts and feelings than beer aids in facilitating.

Or perhaps it’s the episode of Brothers and Sisters I just watched.

WHAT?!?! It’s a good show! SALLY FIELD!

This feeling, though – this old feeling that seems to suddenly have some sort of new urgency attached – that I can only assume the blame belongs to the wine for … is consuming me right now.

I’ve seen the normal amount of “adult” circumstances and decisions come my way. I’ve made my own very important medical decisions, I’ve owned pets, homes, cars, helicopters, private islands (ok, perhaps other people shared the islands), I’ve been to both the weddings and funerals of friends, I’ve signed papers, I’ve been to court, I’ve paid taxes, I’ve loved and I’ve lost – when do I start to FEEL like a whole, complete grown up?

I’ve said this part once or twice before – sometimes when I’m paying my phone bill or cleaning my oven or using my very own debit card at GAP and especially when I’m looking over hospital bills, I get this weird sensation that my parents should be doing these things. I’ll think to myself, “they let me have a phone!” “I have a PIN?” “I have to choose what’s for dinner?” “I have to buy hurricane supplies?” “I didn’t need my parents consent for that CT scan?” “I get to pick my own house?” “I have a mortgage?

Every now and then, even though I keep doing what I need to do – work, pay, pay, decide, pay, work – I feel ill equip , even wrong, being a grown up. I feel like I’m wandering around in a haze.

It’s not that I didn’t learn from my parents that this was all eventually going to happen. In fact, I saw them go through quite a few things that not every kid gets to see – and I learned a lot of things that not every kid learns. All of it I’m lucky for. I’ve got this sneaking suspicion, though, that every now and then my parents had this same feeling. That feeling of “I want my mommy!

Tonight, though … tonight it’s all consuming and inescapable.

When did I – when does anyone – feel like they’re all grown up? It can’t just be me – in fact, the bit of solace that I do feel is knowing that we’re all in this together. We’re all kids waiting for some realization that may just never come.

Although, it could just be the wine.