Sick again

I'm sick again, this time unable to talk.

I HATE BEING SICK.

UGH!

 

It's not the same

There is so much I'd love to share with people I know.  There is so much in my heart dying to get out, to be expressed, shown, explained, and painted in every color.

It's so difficult to be as passionate as I am and not be able to share 100% of my experiences because of a language barrier.  There are so many amazing songs, writings, stories, etc. in Spanish that could never quite be translated into English.  The song I'm listening to now is one of those... 

I wish I could transport with words the feelings I felt in the past, growing up in a different culture.  There are feelings I felt growing up in Buenos Aires that I haven't felt anywhere else since.  For those who've never experienced it, how do you explain to them the aroma of a condiment, the scent of a flower or a specific color to a blind person?   Better yet, I wish I could take everyone on a trip to where I grew up, down my memory lane, to meet my friends...  yet thinking about it, it's just not the same.  Everything has changed and I could never re-create those scenes that live in my head nor the feelings they conjured up. 

Anyway, this song is fairly new, but it takes me back.  How?  It reminds me of the things I felt growing up, and in the weirdest way it brings back memories...?  How can that happen?? 

I suppose good music has that power.

A more likely gift

From my stepdaughter...  it's an antenna topper.

A Gift, a Giggle, and a Gag

Ahhh... to turn 39 and have a gift that will forever commemorize it! 

In keeping with the tradition of odd things happening to me, I received a copy of Playgirl's Anniversary issue signed by none other than the cover boy who's also their Man of the Year for 2003.  He even took the time to douse it with cologne.  I'm not sure what prompted this, as I did tell my friend it would be weird to see him nekkid, but what the heck -- it's just another story to add to my collection.

Suffice it to say said mag is now in a plastic baggie, as the cologne has the strength to seep into not only everything physical but your brain, as well, and does not leave it for days. 

Yes even I can smell it, yet I have no sense of smell...

 

I HAVE EVERYTHING

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN TWO DAYS. 

Every year, right around October I start to get excited thinking about what gifts I would like to ask for, but as the day gets closer I start to pull back thinking I don't really need anything...

Last night I had a thought like the ones that make people go "awwww...!" but I still think it's worth mentioning, even if it is for myself alone during those times I go back and read some of these entries:

The things I need to live:  AIR, WATER, FOOD

The things I can't live without:  MY KIDS, MY FAITH, and yes, LOVE

Therefore I've come to the conclusion that I have everything I need.  As a matter of fact I have more that all that:

The perks:  MY MOM and STEPDAD, OLD FRIENDS, MY DOGS, MUSIC

and something I would sometimes like to lose:

MY BRAIN.