The shining.  The birds are singing.  Money is flowing.  I have a rather reasonably sized erection.  Yes, it’s a good day. 

     I woke up on the left side of the bed, just like always, because the right side is officially taken by someone who hasn’t even been there in forever and a month.  
     Some people keep calling me a Monk… to which I reply, “Oh, bite me.  I don’t even MAKE beer…”
     And so, I intend to keep on waking up on the left side of the bed.

     I also intend to take the rest of the day off, because regardless of the fact that I’m unusually happy for no good reason, I know that if I continue to toil in the minefield of work and business, someone will manage to get under my skin and piss me off enough that my Perfectly Good Mood™ is ruined.

     And to them, I preemptively say…

     “If I wanted any shit from you, I’d squeeze your head.”

Note: Perfectly Good Mood™ is a Registered Trademark of blogitude.com

     I never expected this… I prayed for it… every day… for years… moreso over the last several months…

     You can say, “Nothing else matters,” and believe it, but when it comes right down to it, some things do.  And yet… Nothing else matters.

     We’ve made our choices… Some bad, some good…  Sometimes you have to think how much it’s worth… what’s the price you’ll pay… what have you done… what have they done… how much can you both overcome?

     But when you come to same conclusion over and over, you have to ask… Like she did…

Anyone have any objections to me changing my name to Ann Steel?

Seriously… Any objections?

     …and hope for the best.

     I already vowed my life as her husband, she as my wife.  We’ve both messed up a lot.

     But I love her.

     And I hope beyond hope that that date sticks and we have the chance to show each other the promises we’ve made and make good on the ones we’ve broken.

     I’ve had a lot of time to think the last couple days, and realized… if I can’t follow my heart with her, then I might never have had one to begin with.  The Devil’s in the details, and I don’t feel like going into them.  We both deserve better than what we’ve been dishing out to each other.

     All I can say is, the love I have for this woman, and the family she gave me, is unconditional.

     Whatever it takes, it takes.

     It might bother a lot of people to know, but I’d rather be broke and living under a bridge with her than have everything in the world I need without her.

     And that’s the plain, damn sober truth.

Everyone can talk about their favorite place in the world, but my favorite place is in Knoxville, Tennessee, wherever Mark is. When I look back, I don’t know why I didn’t come sooner. It sure feels good to be home, in Tennessee, where things are always sweeter.

The Wreckers: Tennessee

(Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2PBEF9wQX_Y)

I listened to that song over and over while I was in Kentucky.

Yesterday, we got to eat the best burger in Knoxville at Coyote Joe’s. Today, we get to watch my first football game of the season (my favorite team!) with friends I feel like I’ve known all my life. Later on, we’ll go to my first Blogfest.

And then, we’ll come home.

To our home.

     Forty people around you point out your faults.

     One person loves you the way you are.

     Who do you run to?

     Let’s say you’re holding forty things that make you unhappy.

     There’s something within your reach that makes you happy.

     And picking that one up makes you drop those forty things…

     Where’s the logic in not picking it up?