Still Suffering The Effects

It's well into the afternoon and I finally am attempting to post. I seem to be distracted today and I can only think of one reason. I'm suffering from Post Traumatic Holiday Disorder. The Fourth of July weekend was a flurry of activity that has left me mentally and physically drained. Perhaps I will need to seek medical and psychological help. I doubt it. This is just a convenient excuse for brain cramps or writer's block.

The weekend was actually lots of fun. After another great show on WGN, we attended a neighborhood cook-out on Sunday. I'm not always a big fan of socializing, but the free flowing beer and platter of "Jell-o shots" made interacting with the neighbors a tad easier. There's nothing funnier to me than watching soccer moms get liquored up. All of a sudden these mild mannered mommies start talking like on-leave sailors at a porn convention. Monday night we celebrated "Wife's" birthday at the World Champion White Sox game. The Sox lost, but the seats and the fireworks made it all worth while. We had surprised "Wife" by ordering her a birthday greeting on the scoreboard. She really seemed to enjoy her birthday. Thank goodness. I couldn't take a year of guilt if she hadn't.

Yesterday we had a small cook-out at the house. Some of my brothers, my mom and a few friends came by. We went into town and watched the fireworks. It was right out of a Norman Rockwell painting, if Norman had been surrounded by screaming kids and blood thirsty insects. Despite my normally gruff demeanor, I had a great time with my niece and my buddy's kids. They are all unique and make me laugh, especially my friend's daughter , whose penchant for removing her clothes during virtually any event is unparalleled. Having all those kids around was awakening the maternal spirit in "Wife". I hope being thrown up on a couple of times drown that spirit.

Well there you go. I pushed through my PTHD and delivered another post worthy of whatever blog awards there are. How do I do it? I guess there's just something in me that will not quit and doesn't want to let you down. That's awful big of me don't you think? Later...Brian