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I am back. I want to wish all the mothers and mofo's out there a belated Happy Mother's Day. We did brunch here with the outlaws and my brother in law. My father in law was not as loopy, make the irrational, make that insane, as he is when the sun goes down. That was too bad, because it is a guilty pleasure of mine to watch his fears and agitition unfold and question the basis of its underpinnings. I would not accept those excuses from myself unexamined, so I won't do it for anybody else, least of all somebody I care about. No such luck yesterday. They were there by noon and out by two. In fact, my brother in law got here before they arrived, which is a double shock to my system.

It was nice though. Eat and eat and then they have to run. The lad had a birthday party playing laser tag. He came home a bit sweaty. I have noticed that he is running around and sweating more than I have ever seen of him. I am pleased. I was always "sporty" as far as I can remember, but it only came about because of my next door neighbor who was two years older, a bit of a tomboy and had athletic parents and older brother. I was the youngest sibling, which meant of her brother fought with her, she was sure to do the same with me. Being a stoic, I could never give somebody the satisfaction of crying or even giving up loudly. That was why the older kids liked to go on the "scary" rides with me (like the Zipper). I would not scream or cry but it would scare the living shit out of me, what with the height and my fear of heights, made worse by kids swinging those Zipper carts while I was in it. But no screaming for me, just silent white knuckle fear. I am not claiming it as a virtue nor is it really a vice. It is just being dignified when you fudged your jeans.

I was thinking about one of my wife's friends and it came down to the fact that I have underestimated the depth of her shallowness. There is an oxymoron if ever I heard one "the depth of shallowness". It was just one of those things where happiness was equated to conspicuous consumption. I just do not know where it ends because it is like spiritual fast food. It may go down well, quickly, but the hunger returns with a vengeance, and just as quickly. You cannot fill your soul with stuff. You can fill it with drugs and alcohol, though. And there is nothing wrong with that, numb the emptiness and you can avoid the difficult questions until sober or straight or both.

Of course, when the feeling of emptiness reappears, there is the shame of trying to self medicate, which always leads to worse feelings and a greater to need to numb it all over again. This public service announcement has been brought to you by our sponser Denial. Denial, Novocaine for your soul. Use some today!

Well, it is the season finale of Prison Break. It will be interesting to see what happens because they are at the point of no return, it has gotten more plot twisty, multiple connections and twists or kinks in the story lines and they have managed to get out of the prison, but the staff is on to them, so until tonight. Ciao!