I don’t feel like writing, but here I go. George Zimmerman should go to a Texas county courthouse. For around $100 he can change his name to “George Ramirez” or something. It takes 6 weeks and I believe 3 rounds of paper work. Then he could move to a town that isn’t happy to have press, talk to the sheriff and get work. I’d hate to see 2 people die- he gets 100 threats a day. He was speeding, probably too adrenalized and was pulled over. Cop said, “Easy with the lead foot.”
I used to have a Dutch name- beyond pronunciation in 99% of the world. So I chose “Harrison” and people ask me how to spell it 1% as much as “Giesbrecht”. Anyway, that took 6 weeks.
Today was difficult. By the end of the day, my intensity was glowing like a nail in a fire- orange.
It started by having an innapropriate sexual advance. That’s not fun when married and stressed. I’m 39 and the 22 year old woman made an intercourse gesture. I ignored it. Not piggy backing THAT amazing “love” gesture I proposed an idea to my wife hours later, wherein she was mad. I got upset back. But communication is difficult these days after the stroke.
I checked my messages. I had a message from a friend assuming my wife and I can’t “do it”. I already said we are romantic = “Yes, we can and do”. The friend suggested I do the old five maidens thing (I’m trying not to be literal) and the friend is a she and I think she was drunk.
I was incensed. That’s me. Me– I chose to be mad. Kee-reiks, you trust a friend of 20 years. So we had dinner- talking about all of them.
I highly recommend sharing with your spouse every ninja, beetle or gust of wind that is on your marriage fortress. Its a nation of two. My wife shared my angst, which is bonding. Geez, its personal to have a stroke in a marriage and people fiddle-fartin’ around it, soliciting ideas. I merely said my wife is having troubles.
And wham!! My blood pressure went up. My dander went up. Some things really suck!
“Some things really suck.”
I know I love my wife. I have that.