I Am Me(me)

In 1983, Ozzy Osbourne released an album called "Bark At The Moon".  The album was a hit, and contained several songs that I still enjoy when I listen to the CD (which usually gets played when Mrs GF isn't home).  One song on the CD speaks to how I feel this morning, and it's called "So Tired".  The song is a slow, mournful, lament about lost love, but that isn't what I'm talking about here.  I'm being literal today and probably not making much sense.

Where was I?  Oh, right... the song.

Anyway, the title of the song is "So Tired" and that's the bottom line, folks.  I'm beat.  I wish that the start of the weekend was going to bring some rest in my direction, but it won't.  When Monday comes... I'm REALLY going to be in the hurt locker.  Let's breakdown my weekend, shall we?

Tonight, I have to run soccergirl's team practice, as the coach will be out of town.

Saturday morning, we have a 9 A.M. game.  The coach won't be there, so I've got the ball.

Sunday morning... we have the early church service, then Sunday School, and bail early to get to our 11 A.M. make-up game from last week's rain-out.  Oh, and then I have to be at work in the afternoon.

F***!

So rather than complain (any more than I already have) bitterly about my plight, I thought I would leave you this little meme, brought to you by my bloggy pal from "Downunda", Kelly, from She-Power.  Give her a visit some day.

 

I am

Honest, strong, somewhat touchy-feely with people I really like... not so much with anyone else, and likely to tell you exactly what's on my mind.

I think

That the Republican party is run by moneyed interests that use fear, sexism, classism, and racism to get their working class votes.

I know

That success in battle is either the result of continuous, rigorous training... or dumb-ass luck.

I have

A glass half-full outlook on life

I wish

I was thirty again.

I hate

it when people are constantly late

I miss

Decent pizza.  You can't get decent pizza... or good Italian food in Virginia... or anywhere else, down here in Dixie.

I fear

Impending fascism in America.

I hear

My colleague's radio playing "You really got me going" by The Kinks

I smell

everything.  My nose works very well.

I crave

affection... that's not so bad, is it?

I search

the Internet for very random things

I wonder

Who really shot JR

I regret

nothing

I love

pretty much everybody... even one or two Republicans (but not Bush, Cheney, McCain, or Palin)

I ache

all over these days... I'm not getting any younger, you know.

I am not

a backstabber or a rat.

I believe

In the saving grace of Christ.

I dance

when people aren't looking

I sing

a lot.  I know all the words to all of the songs in several musicals, and pretty much all of the early Black Sabbath Stuff.

I cry

(inside) when firearms are poorly maintained by their owners.

I fight

To win... there are no rules other than the aforementioned winning.

I win

Regularly

I lose

My temper more than is probably healthy.  The good thing is that it never lasts.

I never

want to be unloved

I always

try to smile at people.  You get back what you give.

I confuse

lots of people, because what they see when they look at me, is usually very different from what they get.

I listen

when others talk to me.  I try to do this more than talk.

I can

do a few things well.  I can cook, I can "read" people, and I can shoot exceptionally well.

I am scared

of leaving this world unremembered.

I need

LOVE

I am happy

when I am with my family

I imagine

being able to go into space some day.  That was my boyhood dream.  It hasn't changed.

I tag

You!