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Cycles

For me, the pains associated with cancer come in cycles. I’ll feel good for a few days, and then I’ll crash on the weekend. It’s a nice metaphorical picture, but throwing up first thing in the morning feels like a never-ending journey. I heard a nurse talking about which was worse: nausea or pain. I’d say it’s a tie; one brings the other.

The best messages are cryptic.

New mix coming before midnight. Link is above.

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The spirit of comparison Will rob you of identity Because you will be too busy Focused on who you’re not Instead of who you were created to be

Before you were in your mother’s womb You were known by God You are uniquely and wonderfully made No need for a facade

You don’t have to fake the funk Or try to be like what you see The anointing on our lives is on the REAL you And on the REAL me

I need you to remember And don’t you ever forget That the real you is a weapon And one of satan’s biggest threats — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2PDoqQp

This mix is dedicated to my favorite redhead. I apologize for posting it a day late.

Grandma and ribs

One day I will have all my sh*t straight and be able to post photos from my so-called life. Until then, I’ll pull a reverse Costanza. My little, old Italian grandmother needs my attention.

A few good dance-hall tracks to kick off your Spring Break. Enjoy!

Singles

I’ve been a bachelor for most of my life -- sometimes out of choice, sometimes for lack of money, but I always had a hope that one day I’d find the right woman -- one who would accept me for who and what I am and be able to share her baggage with me. I struggle with that fear more than any other -- especially after being diagnosed with cancer. I worry that my pursuit of just surviving will render me unsuitable for marriage. And that’s how I get into my spiral of gloom. It’s like, if I’m not going to have a partner I love, is life even worth living? I love my brother and I know that he’s the only person who is supposed to matter to me, but I do confess that I resent being trapped with no good choices.

Catch-22s

One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.

Praying for all of you cancer survivors this evening. To help carry me day to day during treatment, I like to look for wonder in the world. … Space has fascinated me for as long as I remember, so I recommend a course in the wonderful. (Image: @NASA) https://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/imagegallery/index.html

A gift from the ms.

The end of the short version of a longer mix. I may post a follow-up later today.

I got in such a jolly mood that I’ve decided to resurrect a mix I’d abandoned.

Sometimes I wish I worked in an office where everyone spoke a foreign language so I could just absorb it like osmosis. But then I’d feel stupid when people asked me a question and just stared at them blankly. 

For the sinners (and maybe the saints)

That was so heavy.

Threw up this morning

It was a bad morning, so I’m ending the day by officially checking my man-card at the door. I finally watched the Sex and the City movie.

Play ball!

It’s been awhile, but I welcome back Spring Training! Go Bravos!

We wouldn’t want that! Listen up, Hollywood!

you guys don't understand, i will melt into a puddle if emergence is not renewed for season 2

You first

I’ll show you my unpublished novel if you show me yours.

#love #GingerPower

Today I am praying for anyone who needs a miracle. (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B83uOj_H18Q/?igshid=1vjewma9yha00

Sometimes I write things ...

… and then I realize weeks later what I really meant.

A mix to start and end your weekend!

Sleep is overrated

I’m forcing myself to sit down. I feel like I’ve been riding a wave that caught me off guard. And I’m so thankful for it.

Meanwhile, I’m so excited I could be a Pointer Sister!

The dummy was right

God

Mary the Dawn, Christ the Perfect Day; Mary the Gate, Christ the Heav’nly Way! Mary the Root, Christ the Mystic Vine; Mary the Grape, Christ the Sacred Wine! Mary the Wheat-sheaf, Christ the Living Bread; Mary the Rose-Tree, Christ the Rose Blood-red! Mary the Font, Christ the Cleansing Flood; Mary the Chalice, Christ the Saving Blood! Mary the Temple, Christ the Temple’s Lord; Mary the Shrine, Christ the God adored! Mary the Beacon, Christ the Haven’s Rest; Mary the Mirror, Christ the Vision Blest! Mary the Mother, Christ the Mother’s Son. Both ever blest while endless ages run.

“Mary the Dawn” by Father Justin Mulcahy C.F.

Art: Detail, Peter Paul Rubens and Jan Brueghel the Elder,  Madonna and Child Encircled by a Garland of Flowers

The Chase

Amateur food tip

Adding fresh #strawberries to any salad makes it so much better!

I’m feeling nostalgic this morning

Challenger

One of my earliest memories was the Challenger explosion. I was in first grade. I remember seeing a teacher running into the lunchroom and I knew right then that something bad had happened. They confirmed my fears right after lunch that day. I was devastated. I didn’t even care that the TV networks pre-empted “Superman” (which was a TV series then) to show coverage of the explosion. I sat in my Superman cape, sucked my two fingers and cried.

Fast forward to 2017 when I decided that the only place I would feel one with God was in the Great Beyond. Well, that, and the idea from “The Big Bang Theory” to have the first baby on Mars. That sounded like a good idea.