Insomnia

So, what do you do when you can't sleep?

Tonight, I am faced with that predicament......I played hockey earlier in the evening and I am still wired!

Truth be told, the game ended almost 9 hours ago. It is somewhere around 5am and I still can't get to sleep!

It used to be that I would get up and read. As I have gotten older, however, I have found that I get up and watch TV....I am pretty sure that this is not a healthy thing to be doing! I guess when I was single, there wasn't anyone to wake up when I turned on the light and opened a book. Now, of course, I have to worry about waking up my wife.

The "routine" usual is bathroom then a glass of water. At that point I grab a blanket, the newspaper from the day before and head to the couch. Sometimes I turn on the TV, sometimes I don't. Then it is a matter of playing the waiting game until sleepiness arrives.

Why I think that this is going to work I don't know. It usually is counter productive. I am often thinking about trying to shut my mind off, about going to a "sleepy" place. Unfortunately this seems to make me all the more conscious of the fact that I can't sleep. And the battle begins as my mind becomes aware of the trickery going on. I will literally think "Ah! You are tricking yourself into going to sleep! Fool, it will never work...mwahahahaha!" And so the circle goes.

Really, since I was thirteen until I was about 26, I would never sleep the night through. I don't know if meeting Aldea soothed my soul, because since meeting her I have slept better. I usually have one night every two weeks, though, where the insomnia bug kicks in.

My wife, on the other hand, is one of those people whom I envy, because she seems to be able to sleep anywhere, at any time. My first Argentine family was exceptional at it. My host Mom, Olga, would fall asleep the minute that she got on a bus. Her son, my host brother Manuel, was even better. We shared a room, and both of us would read right before bed. He would last about five minutes and would then be out like a light! On more than one occasion he has slept through his bus stop when going back to Santa Rosa from Buenos Aires, having to call his parents to come pick him up a town or two down the road!

And then there is me, waiting for the sandman to come take me away....Oh joyous sleep where art though!

Who's your Daddy

So a man is going to have a baby and why do I care?

Because my wife, as she was leaving the house this evening, told me to think of the pros and cons and construct an argument.....

Man, I knew that she didn't like domestic work, but resorting to have me being the child bearer?

Actually, to tell you the truth, I can't wait. I mean, who wouldn't go through a little bit of pain to have a 1 year vacation! This is going to be great. After this I will hold all the cards in our relationship.

I mean, can she really say no to getting me a beer from the fridge while I am watching the Canadiens and breast feeding? Of course not...I had her baby? Will there be a circumstance under which she will be able to complain when I go golfing? No! I had her baby! Farting, belching, leaving the toilet seat up, letting my sweat pants hang down....once again, all covered.....baby, baby, baby, baby.

This is going to be great! I'll be able to get ALL of the best parking spots for the next couple of years, stay at home, look after the kids and watch my stories. No more wondering which re-run episode of "Law & Order" on Bravo I missed seeing for the third time! And, because delinquent kids raised by neglectful parents create an inordinate amount of crime, I am doing my part to clean up the streets!

Yup, it's gonna be great. Gonna take some balls to do it though. But when she gets home, I will go fish mine out of her purse and we will be ready to go!

First post, first thought - to be honest

It has been awhile indeed since I have done this! But I thought, what the heck......

And why not launch into a deep topic right from the outset!

I have been thinking about honesty a lot lately. Particularly, what does it mean to be truly "honest". I think that we would all like to be considered "honest" people. I know that it is something that I aim for in my life, even if I don't always achieve it. But recently, I was wondering, "Am I truly an honest person?" In doing so, I got to thinking about what it means to be honest.

Honesty, for the most part is easy. When you notice, for example, that someone looks pretty or handsome, it is fairly easy to be "honest" with them when you extend them the compliment that they are "good looking". Regardless of what your motives are for doing so (i.e. you genuinely want to be a good person, you are trying to get laid and hope that by complimenting them you are edging closer to that goal, you want them to pay attention to you, you want to brighten up their day), it would be an "honest" compliment.

What about when, however, being honest does not meet with your goals and or objectives? What about when being "dishonest" is in fact the easier course to take, the one which would cause you, and possibly those around you, the least harm or be the most beneficial? The fact that you are honest when it is easy, does that really matter? Isn't when being honest is hard that the measure of you as an honest person really applies?

So that is it for today. For whomever cares to respond, please do so. And unlike last time when I have blogged for a while and then quit, I am going to do my best to keep posting on this blog.

.....honestly!