Ick. What a song. I have been pondering over a quote from the movie “The Last Kiss.” While it’s not the greatest movie, there is one line that I think is brilliant. The character who says it is the father/therapist.

“What you feel only matters to you–it’s what you do to the people you say you love that counts.”

I wish everyone realized this. You have no idea how sick I am of hearing “but, I don’t feel _____”. Feel free to fill in the blank with whatever you’ve heard. I have heard every line, every excuse. It’s true–none of it mattered to me. I really don’t give a crap how you feel. I do care how you treat me.

Feelings aren’t the truth. Thoughts aren’t the truth.

Anyway, I have back pain, which is causing some pinched nerves. I’m currently typing this with two wrist braces. It’s not going well. Slow. Frustrating.

Well, not quite. I was thinking about the fall television shows that I liked so much last year. While chekcing out websites for the new schedule, I came across this gem. I watched “The Starter Wife” this summer on USA. I can’t tell if they are creating new episodes, but I hope so. They have a lovely, little game called “Whack -an-Ex.” I’m sure you’re thinking what’s so fun about a game based on Whack-a-Mole? Well, this little game lets you upload a photo and make adjustments to it, so you can really whack your ex. I’m not very good at video games, but it’s fun. I think I’ll keep working on my score. I need something to take out all those frustrations.

If you’ve got a rotten ex or several, go play. You’ll feel better.

Wow! A whole year of blogging. Not quite daily though. I restarted my blog a year ago today. I have a total of 390 posts. Then I was using Blogger with my own domain. I have been on Wordpress for more than 6 months now. I hardly remember when I changed over. What a pain! What a relief!

August already. Tahitian torture begins this Sunday. I’m kidding but only partially. It feels like torture to practice for 3 hours. It makes Monday hell. I doubt I have the skills to make the tryouts for next year’s fete group, but I want to get in that practice. Sort of. I want to get better, but I don’t want to ache. I’m not feeling the best today, and I have a two hour practice tonight. Joy. With all the other stuff I have going on this year, I doubt I really have time for dance even if I did make the group. I need the exercise though. In just a few short weeks of having my son around, I managed to gain a few pounds. I think I’d like to go back to bed and stay there all day.