Every year you come. You come under the guise of love, of adoration, of pressure and disappointment. You come on Valentines Day.

On my least favorite of holidays, you arrive with suddenly-five-dollar-greeting-cards, and incomprehensibly-inflated-fifty-dollar-flowers. Your buddies try to teach my wife that I don’t love her every other day of the year, my kids that they aren’t popular unless their valentines bag runneth over. One guy in Belgium keeps trying to sell me blood diamonds to profess my love. And I’ve had it.

So this tribute is to you, Conversation Hearts. You sugary and seemingly inconsequential bowl squatter. Your days of jumping onto my waistline as I try to sneak past are nearly through. You and your pals are on extremely shaky ground with guys like me. I am almost ready to cut you back to three bags a week…I could not be more fucking serious.

Finish your business and get the hell out.

Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.
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Just got a call from my mum, the first time I’ve gotten to talk to her since her surgery…she sounded SO good, so upbeat, even though I know how she must be feeling inside and out. So happy to hear her in good spirits. Thank you all for your sweet comments wishing her well…really means a lot to me.

Tomorrow is Tuesday’s Tribute again, and we will be putting up Mr Linky later on tonight. Me, since I’ve been a bit heavy the past couple of Tributes, I will be doing something a bit more lighthearted…which I will write today as soon as the Muse gets her lazy ass over here.

As for you, what will you do?

Something silly? Something serious? We love to read your tributes, hope you’ll come and play. This link takes you to the original Tuesday’s Tribute post which outlines the whole deal, but simply remember that you can write about something you love, something you hate, the object is simply to tribute something other than you!

And don’t forget to fill out Mr. Linky tonight so we know where to find you!

PLEASE.
I’m begging you.
You comment on my blog.
Those comments come to me over email.
I SO want to reply to your comment by replying to your email.
But for some of you, I try, but you are a “No-Reply Commenter”
I love replying.
Please.

Will you just take 30 seconds and do this:

Open your Profile Page.
Click Edit Profile.
Put check marks in “Share my profile” and “Show my email address”.
Under “Identity” and “Email Address”, put the email address you wish to publish, and have your comment replies to come to.
Want to change your “Display Name” while you are here? I like to use “Jay @ HalftimeLessons” for a little branding…I wouldnt use it for your name, of course…
Click Save Profile, and you are done, my friend.

Please. I’m begging you.

Got the kids at home today…by myself…bit of a rough start.

Bought my wife a bracelet I can tell she hates.

Both kids have started the weekend whine-a-thon exactly on schedule.

The computer I worked so hard to fix last night has a slight smoky smell to it.

You know what, my beautiful bloggy friends? We need a giggle. My best friend Tommie called a couple of nights ago, with one of his patented hair-brained withdrawals from his dark and twisted mind…and this one made me laugh out loud.

Today’s exercise: I would like for each of you who want to play, to come up with Three Items. The significance of these items will be that if you were at the grocery store and you walked up to the register with ONLY these three items, the cashier would find it so alarming they would freak out good and proper.

So, for example, envision walking up to the register with:

A tub of Hummus
Crackers
Rat Poison

Or picture the face of the cashier as you approach with:

K-Y Warming Liquid
A VERY large Eggplant
Tuck’s Medicated pads

Ahhhh, that’s better…smiling already…wanna play?

Friday 13th has always been a fine day for me, and today has been no exception. My mom had her surgery, and she’s doing well so far. Sitting up, giving the nurses some grief, holding her own tea.

Thanks to all of you who offered your well wishes…I’m going to bed before something shitty happens. I miss reading your blogs, I swear I’ll find more time soon.

Jay