i tend to "fixate" on things, and today, it's why i can't shake this "i am dizzy" feeling
(a deathdream kind of day)


my go-to prognosis for whenever anything is "off", physically, with my body is that i have a tumor. maybe it's a tumor that is causing me to feel dizzy this morning. i felt it earlier in the week too and it went away. maybe the tumor is growing. maybe it's the tumor pressing against a nerve in my neck or upper back that is the cause for this perpetual crick that i can't get rid of. i can't go to a doctor everytime i think i am dying. that would be too expensive. but, damn, i get tired of thinking that i have one foot in the grave every other week. my crooked teeth and receding hairline i can deal with. being the target of something more, how do you say, life-threatening? well, i just gave myself chillbumps again. i am going to stop. stupid grey's anatomy. joseph, i can't watch house. if i watched another medical drama, i would have to just check myself into an insane asylum.

aside from all that, i've been away from writing for almost two weeks. not away from the site. i check it obsessively, if for no other reason than i still like the new colors. but, i decided to let my last post marinate a little longer than usual. it was a pretty big one. but now, it's time to move on. time to move from announcing the baby to chronicling the journey of having our second child. and explaining it to hannah. wow. should be interesting.

since my last post, not a ton has gone on. a short review of the last ten days (in no particular order):

- super bowl party with the kikers and the rickles (all of them). fun was had. food was eaten. the result that our crowd was looking for was gained. i love peyton, but he can thank (in order) rex grossman, joseph addai and dominic rhodes for pulling the monkey off his back. not that peyton was bad. he managed the game well. but he didn't win it. he had help.

- signing day came and went, and what do you know, alabama did pretty good. some decent skill guys, some big guys, a quarterback to battle for the spot behind jp. on paper, things are looking up. nick saban rattled all sorts of cages on the recruiting trail and got killed for calling a group of people "coonasses". meanwhile, a nationally syndicated radio host (and saban Hater with a capital "h") got away with calling people in the south "tornado bait". his defense? people can't change their ethnicity, but they can choose where they live?!?! brilliant. so, you heard it southerners. if you are unhappy living in the south, just move to san diego. what? what do you mean that would be expensive? oh, that's right. espn's colin cowherd must have meant to say, "if you don't like where you live and you make a lot of money, you can choose where you live." idiot.

- i almost broke my right big toe walking down the stairs. i am not kidding. maybe the tumor is affecting my motor skills too.

- hannah and i kicked it without mommy (first time in a while), who was working late, last night. had dinner with marie and joseph, which was fun. good times. good times.

- played my last game of the basketball season and went off (sure we lost, but i went off. that's what's important.).

- last, but not least. lost returned!!! incredible episode that hopefully sets the stage for a kick-butt next fifteen weeks. speaking of haters, a lot of folks are turning away from lost it seems. i have to admit, it's frustrated me too. but this week reminded me that when done right, there cannot be a better hour-long show on television. you can bring me your 24. you can give me your house. your grey's anatomy. this is the standard-bearer. has to be.

well, thirty minutes later, my head isn't spinning quite as bad, but i still feel off. it's one of those days that i am looking forward to getting to work, so just in case i fall out, somebody will be around to call 911.

three cheers for fear. hip, hip. hooray. hip, hip. hooray. hip, hip. hooray.