Friday, November 18, 2005

I am now a superhero! (God save the world)


The superhero drawing of your favorite bipolar redhead is courtesy of my buddy Jewel. Even though she's never met me in person, she got my build kind of sort of correct. Big boobs, short waist, fat legs. What are friends for? Can't keep up the illusion forever, huh?

Anyway, I am honored to be in Jewel's "League of Super Bloggers". I don't want to take her idea, but I will come up with one of my own to honor folks I admire in bloggland...

Well, it's FRIDAY, I'm recovering (slowly) from the cold weather that has hit the DC area. I'm actually thinking this is a good thing as far as my biochemical calendar is concerned b/c this whole "70-degree" thing wasn't exactly working for me in the long run. It was throwing me off. Now it FEELS like late fall/early winter, and I'm cool with that. (Ar-Ar)

As far as the mourning process, I'm still going through it and will be for a long time. My dad was a great guy. I can understand the passing in an intellectual way, but not emotionally. At least 10 other people could have gone. Why did it have to be him? I know I'm not saying anything new or earth-shattering here, but it's the way I feel so it's valid. People say he's with me...I know he is, but not in a way that I can feel yet. It's not some metaphysical thing. Plain and simple, I wish he was still around, he's not here on earth to talk to so I can talk back. I can't hug him anymore, I can't feel him stroke my hair when I'm sad. When I was younger and got sick, he'd even sit on the end of the couch and let me put my feet in his lap. I don't have that anymore.

If people get angry at me for sounding selfish in this post, so be it. I know other people have gone through it and are going through it right now, but I'm gonna play the diva card and say, "LISTEN TO ME. This is what I'm going through."

OK, off my soapbox.

And now, from Hollyweird...Martha Stewart's "Apprentice" got canceled. (Is this the part where the audience goes "Awwwww" or "YEAH!"?)

I'd better go...bye.

Bitterly yours (but still darn cute),
Sudiegirl