just a non-blogger...

for the past couple days. nothing too new. dad checked out of the hospital with some new meds and some putrid looking textured booties that he shuffled around in...ick. you know, that putty puke color that we all stay farfar 'way (from).

i know we're supposed to keep dad from getting worked up. maybe he'll follow Kirstie Alley into a Pier 1 store... aren't those lame? so is that what you become when you marry Parker Stevenson - ewww. earlier, i busted him watching 'Beastmaster' on TV. now, i don't see how that could possibly help anyone's blood pressure. some shows are so bad that watching one for more than 30 seconds makes your face freeze in an unhealthy way. it's like watching Lori Singer on 'Fame' and hoping that you go blind and deaf simultaneously (i know she actually was a cellist and went to Julliard, but she's such a shitty actress) to save yerself from the torture. Fame? no thanks, i'll take a double helping of nails on a chalkboard though.

jeez, nothing really even remotely clever or amusing to say today. it was quite productive emotionally, but not physically. airing all that dirty laundry on wednesday just wore me out ;) must find some more crap to talk about! heh

it was a good day though. one of my brothers, steve, comes up from Albuquerque every month for five days to see his Denver clients...he's a therapist who specializes in Jungian psych and dream analysis (aren't they the same thing?).

anyway, we have a kinda rocky relationship on occasion. it's always good to see him, but, for a time, i struggled with his advice. you know, people who really care about you but want you do enter a profession that they wish rather than what YOU want. he's laid off from his brotherly advice the last couple years, which has given me a chance to rest my eye-roll and heavy sigh functions. i can still use them for two of my older siblings though =)

it was a very good visit though. we hung out for a few hours and did almost sisterly things; went shopping, got haircuts, THE HORROR! it would be cool if we could get things back to the old days when he was a poor soccer player and i was his idolizing little brother - without the worshipping (i save that for my fellow bloggers ;). he was so awesome before he started making wads of money as a therapist, which seemed to change him. sometimes, the most down to earth people are those who struggle financially...but are still have a happy existence. i remember when he was a coach for Rocky Mountain Soccer and Colorado Soccer Camps. when it rained, he'd grab a bucket and soap to go wash his car...wottanut! here's an obscure piece of trivia...even though it would never be on Jeopardy:

Question: who was the first Asian American professional soccer player in the USA?
Answer: Who is Steve Wong? goalie for the Denver Dynamos during the 1975-76 season in the North American Soccer League. i think he got paid a couple thousand a season...unlike the multi-million dollar salaries of today's jocks.