Remembering
Ξ June 21st, 2010 | → 1 Comments | ∇ sadness |
Broken
Ξ September 14th, 2009 | → 8 Comments | ∇ nuttin in particular, sadness |
I am a computer moron. Seriously challenged when it comes to doing much more than powering the fucker on. This lovely little site that I adore so much is maintained by my Bloggy Godfather, Jester. Sometimes it is serviced by the wonderful Hilly (that sounded a little naughty, but I don’t think Hilly would mind). Recently the kind and patient LeSombre has even stepped in to lend a hand when hackers attacked.
So when my blog stopped sending its feed out naturally I freaked. Sure, it took me a damn week to notice the issue, but still, I was all about upset that September 3rd was the last time http://feeds.feedburner.com/MidnightCliff seemed to work. Seems it is now http://www.midnightcliff.com/?feed=rss2 (I think!).
ANYhow, this post is a test to see if the fucking thing works again. Jester did some magic juju and thinks it might have worked. If this showed up in your reader, would you please leave me a quick comment that says so? Thanks!
Fingers crossed…
Awake
Ξ September 11th, 2009 | → 2 Comments | ∇ sadness |
The blaring alarm clock barely shook me from my deep slumber. Instantly I was happy at the memory of last night’s Steelers victory, even if the late game robbed me of precious sleep. Instinctively I reached for my phone to send a message to Twitter about putting one in the WIN column.
While reaching I realized that today is Friday. Score another rush of happiness.
The phone wasn’t even in my hand when today’s date hit me like a ton of bricks. To say September 11th doesn’t make me happy is one hell of an understatement. It floods me with so many strong emotions that I struggle to breathe, drowning in memories both big and small.
My outstretched arm returns without the phone, instead wrapping the sheet tight around me. If only a few more moments of sleep could erase these emotions…
Happy Mother’s Day
Ξ May 10th, 2009 | → 11 Comments | ∇ me, mom, sadness |
I still really, really miss my Momma.
Blanket
Ξ April 10th, 2009 | → 9 Comments | ∇ sadness |
The snow I awoke to Wednesday seemed to anger so many Pittsburghers, yet actually was comforting to me on a day when our town had to bury three police officers. Like somehow the weather knew to be quiet and somber for me.
Dream
Ξ March 4th, 2009 | → 6 Comments | ∇ sadness |
I woke up this morning around 4:30 AM from a dream. It was a gorgeous outdoor setting and Lisa was there. She was strong. And beautiful. Neither of us had a camera, but we knew we wouldn’t need it, that we would never forget the experience.
The tears won’t stop this morning.
Oh Lisa, you have touched so many in your short life. As often as you marveled at the hits “the cancer girl” received on her blog, I really don’t think you know how many people’s lives you touched.
Yes, I am happy you aren’t in pain anymore, but it seems that I am selfish. I miss you.
There Are No Words
Ξ February 28th, 2009 | → 9 Comments | ∇ sadness |
There are only smiles from memories…
…and tears of sadness at an overwhelming loss.
You will be missed, Lisa.
And you will never be forgotten.
A Serious Moment
Ξ January 13th, 2009 | → 7 Comments | ∇ sadness |
A coworker’s chimney caught fire the other night at like 1:30 in the morning. Spread to the attic. Firemen came and chopped a whole in the roof, doused the flames in spite of the 22 degrees. Coworker and his wife, their son, dog and bird were all able to get out safely. It will be approximately three months before they can move back into the house.
If you have a fireplace, please be sure to have a professional look at the chimney every once in a while, even if you burn those creosote logs.
That is all.
Love yinz. 
There’s That Mirror, Reflecting Back What I Didn’t Want To See
Ξ January 8th, 2009 | → 17 Comments | ∇ blog talk radio, me, mom, ramblings, sadness, train wreck |
(Note: No HNT here this morning. Maybe later.)
Recently I have made a few really, really stupid decisions in an effort to spare my heart. For me, Denial is not just another river in Egypt. Problem is, as much as I try to hide or ignore people or things in an effort to “stay strong” I will never actually find the strength to just fucking deal in the first place if I don’t admit that there is a fucking problem. Dealing and acceptance are the only things that will make it all better, not hiding.
Huge, heavy sigh.
To anyone who listened to “Clearly You’re Retarded” last night, thanks for letting me say something that I have never said before. While I certainly didn’t expect that show to play shrink for me, I am glad I was apart of it. And I appreciated the gentle mirror, held up for me to look into.
I will do my best to make my wrongs right. If I can’t, I have no one to blame. If I can, it is because the others are much better friends than I deserve.
Speaking of friends, I really am grateful for all of you. Very thankful that you are in my life.