aliens among us

subtitle: if you turn on the light, it ain’t dark

OK, this is going to feel a little weird, but I’m not giving myself any choice. I need help for my wife. I need people to help my wife. I need to be able to help my wife. Boy, do I ever need help. Because, I’m a bigger dunce than Rex Barrett. (grin) More on why I’m a bigger dunce than Rex Barrett after the break.

My wife is home! She is still asleep in her house, where she spent the night with her husband ,and we both have gotten over 7.5 hours of consecutive sleep for the first time in more days than I can remember. She looks better, she sounds better, she is getting better.

She is not the lost, panicked, regressed child of fear and anger that took her place 2 weeks ago? Is that all it’s been? It feels more like months have slipped through our fingers into a perfect storm of lost time and chaos.

Was that poetic enough for you? Just trying to give a little back. Fine, I’ll say it. But only because I’ve had it shoved gently into my face for this last eternity. She is home. God is great. All the time. Happy?

(grin)

She is home! Y’all can shove off if ya don’t like it! I do. And so there.

But I need help. I’ve been taking a very very close and hard look at my responsibility for the reality we’ve created for ourselves. Whether it’ genetic, environmental, the results of all the ungodly behavior we have committed over the years and so thus the vengeance of an angry god, or just atypical, my wife had a psychotic and physiological downturn into a very bad state of health and well being.

Maybe, it’s possible, that it could actually be a cumulative result symptomatic of our poor nutritional, health and well being choices. For a very long time.

Ya think?

1. I need parenting classes. I don’t know how to parent a suddenly full grown 3 year old, when that happens.

2. I need nutritional guidance. OK, so I know my choices for this morning’s food prescription is either;

a. a tiny bowl of cottage cheese and a few teaspoons, maybe 3 of combined egg and pea salad.

b. A leftover Taco Hell 7-layer burrito, hold the rice. At the most, 4 bites.

c. Just the cottage cheese or just the egg and pea salad.

d. A coke, a piece of toast with margarine and fruit spread.

e. “ugh, I’m not hungry! I want to smoke a cigarette, drink a coke and watch some TV” is not an option.

f. Neither is “I don’t feel like lunch. Just fix us gravy covered meat protein and I’ll have a bowl of candy loaded ice cream if I get hungry later. And all I’ll drink today is 3-5 cokes and maybe a couple of sips of ice water to convince myself I make wise dietary choices.”

Yeah, right. I’m a bigger dunce than even Rex Barrett. There’s some linkluv for ya Rex. Happy happy. (grin)

3. I need PT training. I have to get myself and help my wife into better shape so we don’t get sick so often. I think .

I’ve been sick several times a month for the last year. Because I’m weak, I don’t eat right, I get very little exercise and then I expect to be healthy. Almost 2 decades later.

OK, I suck and your God rules. I get it. I really do. You can stop praying for me to have more wisdom. (grin)

Once again thank you all for all the prayers, kind words and godly action. I know, corny and old. Well, get used to it. I mean what I say when I say; there is no way for me to really express my gratitude.

All you aliens, y’all are alright. I guess you get that from yer daddy. As my granddaddy never actually use to say, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if he did; “if you turn on the light, it ain’t dark.”

Oh, and uh, I need help. I’m just askin. (grin)

Now I have to go finish making the egg and pea salad. What? A man’s gotta eat breakfast. (grin)

Dude, that’s a lot of grins! You must be happy.

Tomorrow’s post, boys and girls will be about the Alphabet! Can you say A.M.A.? I knew that you could!

(shrug)

She’s home. Movie Quotes from Death Becomes Her: Quotes from the movie Death Becomes Her:

“1) Now a warning 2) NOW a warning?!” (one of my all time favorite movie scenes by the way, just because of that scene. grin)

If you made the mistake of offering me and my wife help in any way shape or form, and you don’t like seeing your name and tons of dripping, smarmy, embarrassing tell all blow by blow detail by detail praise, you are in for the week from hell. Maybe the month. There are a lot of you aliens out there! (grin)

Gratitude without at least a grasp for humor seems to be a concept just beyond my grasp. Somewhat like your alien concept of salvation. Your clothes and hair are strange to me, and you are not of my village. But the distance between grasp and object does seem to be narrowing.

Oooh, isn’t that poeticism just money? That is so spot on!

Boy, this one is sweet. Like fudge. Too sweet, and rots your teeth. Right Miss Litela? So, here’s some parting feel good music for ya to get you into the mood. It’s just loaded chock full of truthy goodness.

And an Occupancy detecting light switch. because after all, geekiness makes for a better world:

(grin)

OK, let’s see, what kind of comment tempting question shall we churn out this week? Oh, I know!

Who are you and why did you pray for me?

Just chockfull. (grin)