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August 19, 2005

I'm NOT Okay!

But I'm trying to pretend that I am, because life doesn't have a "pause" button.

However, I haven't been inspired to write anything witty of late. Perhaps I am simply lost without my hoop holder. She and I need a drink. Nola anyone?

Anyhow... I appreciate all of your thoughts and prayers re my bro. We had a conversation yesterday.

It did not go well. I can't tell im what to do... And I fucking hate that!

But I get it.

And I'll be back tomorrow.

Until then, I've got some dart therapy, for those non-pc moments when free cell isn't an option.

posted by Key on 05:10 PM | Comments (7) | TrackBack (0)

I'll be your huckleberry, Key. Any way, shape, or time.

Posted by: Velociman at August 19, 2005 10:15 PM



It's time for me to go shopping for a handbasket, 'cause it seems that everthing is headed for those warmer regions.

Posted by: Jack at August 20, 2005 07:05 AM

Actually, Key, I think I might need you to hold that hoop for me.

NOLA, Atlanta, Texas...just tell me where and when. For you, I travel.

I hope things improve for your brother. All you can really do is stand by and be there when he needs you. Believe me, the changes and whatever else happens needs to come from inside. However, if you wait long enough and remain steadfast in your love and support, the goodness does eventually seep into stubborn heads like your brother's and mine.

Posted by: Christina at August 20, 2005 07:54 AM

Hey, I know I'm new and all, but what Christine said there is right on.

I find that with my brother, when I'm feeling positive and able to stay positive in a conversation with him, I talk to him. When I feel like I'm just beating my head against a brick wall, I give it a rest.

I am guessing that you are the oldest child. I think we all ought to form a club..(one that serves lots of alcohol..and maybe a male stripper or two..) and share war stories. (My brother got a bb lodged in his EYE..between the eye and the bone..how friggin lucky is that?)

I don't know about you, but I kind of feel like my brother was my first child in a way (any other oldests feel that way?) and when he doesn't listen and finds himself in whatever horrible situation...I take it personally, like it's a failure on my part...and that's wrong...see what I'm saying?

Unconditional love is very, very powerful. Some people have a different path to follow than ours and though we don't understand it, we can still love them anyway.

Posted by: Kelly at August 20, 2005 08:21 AM

NOLA, Atlanta, anywhere you guys named. I missed the Wrekyll... but I'm not missing the next one! (Plus, I still have to bring the Frango mints...) You set it up, and I'll be there this time.

Posted by: Omnibus Driver at August 20, 2005 11:09 AM

You know where I am, girl. Anything you need, whatever it takes. Will call this PM, once I can be reasonably certain that Miss Priss' soccer activities are over for the day. Hang in there.

Posted by: Kelley at August 20, 2005 01:00 PM

Now don't be dissin' my mad free cell skillz, Key...

And let me know where we're gonna meet. I'm there!

Posted by: zonker at August 21, 2005 01:59 PM
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