Trans·fer·ence  (trns-fûrns) n. The redirection of attitudes and emotions towards a substitute.

Hmm. Is this what I’m suffering? Transference? Since April, when I basically gave up junk food, the pairs of shoes in my closet have multiplied exponentially. Am I trading one bad habit for another? I mean, I had to have these. Then I saw these, and those were too pretty to pass up. I’m ashamed to say the list goes on. So, am I mental? Do I need a shoe intervention? And who’s going to come to my house and pry them out of my cold, dead paws?

Hey, it’s Thursday, so that  makes everything OK. One more day till you-know-when. I’m up for a party this weekend. Anyone else? My house. Bring new shoes.

FO

I don’t mean to be vague, really. I hate vague posts, and believe me, with teenagers on my Facebook and Twitter lists, I see them *all the time*. But I am deep in thought this day, about many things.

Can you hear me thinking from over there? Ouch, it’s hurting my reptilian brain.

When you’re in Thinkyville, what do you do? Make lists? Talk to family or close friends? Eat?

Hmm…eat…

Back later.

Yeah, we don’t want too many of these. Hitting the ground running this morning — how about you?

Grading six research papers, running a thousand errands, hitting the grocery and Jake’s flag football game, gutting a closet and dresser of clothes that no longer fit and dropping off the lot at the Goodwill, cleaning bathrooms, cooking for the week…sheesh, glad it’s the weekend so I can relax.

But all is well. Things will get done in time for me to hopefully have some Grammie  time with Mr. A.

What about you? Whatever will you do this weekend without the Indians or Browns on the telly? I’m still figuring that out, luvs.

Chief Boo Hoo

And we all said, “Wait until next year.”

The more I think about last night’s crushing defeat, the more I think it was probably for the best. While I wish the Indians could have gone deeper into the playoffs, they truthfully don’t possess the “full package” required to get bigger jobs done. Translation: we need clutch bats, and right now, we don’t have them. We could have won, oh, two-three against the Red Sox, but I doubt it would have gone much further. And until and unless we can beat Detroit…

Still, it was a thrilling September for Cleveland baseball fans. For the first time since 1997 (when the Tribe lost the Series to another Florida team), I can honestly say that “waiting until next year” isn’t so terrible.

Waiting for the weekend, however, is pretty much unbearable right now. Bring it!

Sleepless Fink

Just call me Leo Getz.
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I will once again start notifying my fiends when I publish a post. I thought I was doing OK OK OK, then everything exploded last week. This weekend isn’t looking too good, either. One day I will slow down and start really enjoying life. That day is coming, trust me.

So do you have anything important to tell me? I usually have RtB open in another browser window at school, so on my lunch or in between evening rehearsals, I can have a gander. Until then, tell me how to remove that URL from the audio player code in WordPress, and I will give you brownies and a big hug.

Oh, and how about them Cleveland In Dains?

Fink, enjoying it while it lasts (which probably won’t be for too much longer…they still have to make it to — and through — the single Wild Card game, and then hello Detroit, goodbye Cleveland)