I’m a Canadian, hockey is in my DNA. I live for the crunch of the playoffs. Reagular season not so much over a half year season.
Football however in the St Boniface years learned that every play matters. Every offside every toe over the line means something that in a game must be accounted for.
I guess in many ways I’m a hockey person, I like to have the flow of the game. That back and fourth.
Others view it like grid iron, a fixed non changing game of control and dominance. When your up your up. And when your opponent is down, you take every option to kick the opportunity to kick them in the balls. I’ve learned football very well from my mentors. Some hits go too far, there are rules to every game and everyone puts a toe or a leg.
I had hoped that both Bombers and Jets could ebb and flow, but it’s not possible. Different seasons different goals. Sometimes they both cry Yes Winnipeg. But hardly together.
GO Jets next year with the picks, go Bombers with the trades.
Hopefully both will win in the very near future.
But come spring either you dig in or just ebb and flow.
I don’t understand why you did what you did to me. I let go, I just want my things back and even that you’ve made complicated.
I was never going to be back in your life without you wanting me, and that is crystal fucking clear now to the person you have become and the hate in your soul.
I’ve let it all go, I don’t hate you anymore, but I’m not particularly fond of you either.
You didn’t need to do what you did to me, I have no hate for you.
I’ve moved on, I’m happy back at work. Actually loving being back.
I’m done dealing with your hate
I’ll have the moving company arrange the details
There are many metaphors that go on and on.
Kicking a dead dog, beating a whipped horse, or to take an old soviet model. Beating the fuck out of someone who means you no harm.
There are many ways to end a relationship, most of them involve conversation, dialogue, perhaps even coming to a happy medium.
Sicking the dogs on them is not on my list, and I’m sad it’s on others.
I did not deserve what happened to me, all I wanted was talk. Some people may think I am hard, cruel,.
But today was beyond the pale. There was no need. I did make some new friends in law enforcement however and to a man we shook
hands and came to an understanding on what happened.
It was a long day, and a very informative one.
The first time I visited my friends I understood and can accept that..
But today was just vindictive malice and spite for a perceived enemy who does not hate.
I let go, and after today I’m more than good with that.
I’ll just send the truck
Addressed to the universe
Back to work tomorrow. Everything about me is in agreement accept my anxiety. One thing at a time, easy peasy chicks are. Finish it yourself pervert.
I met someone today, someone who I really enjoyed dinner with and believe it or not a nice roll with her Chihuahua.
I say roll because she’s an amputee and paraplegic. It’s not what I’m used to in a woman, but we sure did have some stories about life to tell.
Thanks Heather it was a great night out.
No I didn’t love him or his music as so many of my generation did.
Yes how ever he was the sound track of my early life.
Lets go crazy was always in my headphones
My mantra, something that kept the wheels on my bike moving.
I repect his music, and his memory will keep me going