Zzzzzzzz …

I had a really tough time waking up this morning.  I was in a deep, deep sleep and when the alarm went off it took a while for it to actually register with me.  I sleepwas totally disoriented.  Didn’t know where I was; and the last thing I wanted to do was open my eyes and get out of bed.

So it seemed like a good idea to respond to this recent WordPress Daily Prompt:  “What kind of sleeper are you?  Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?”

My aunt needed pitch black.  She’d pull down her shades, then close her drapes (which were double lined so no light could shine through) and then she’d put on a sleep mask.  I tried the mask once.  It gave me an extreme case of claustrophobia.  She also needed absolute quiet.

But let me tell you, when she fell asleep the house could have fallen down around her and she wouldn’t have known. Me?  When I was young I slept like a log.  I went to bed rather late, but I fell asleep the instant my head touched the pillow.  And, like my aunt, I heard absolutely nothing once I was asleep.  It’s like I’d been transported to never never land.  An earthquake wouldn’t have woken me up.

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There’s no escaping it, that’s for sure …

Well, we can escape it, but being dead doesn’t seem like a good alternative to me.  Wondering what the hell I’m talking about?  Come on, think about fathertimeit for a nano second:

Aging.

Getting older.

Watching the years go by.

Blowing out the candles.

I have written about this subject before, but there have been a trifecta of ‘events’ in my life recently that have compelled me to write about it again.  Sometimes the Universe sends you such strong Continue reading

The tighter they are, the better I like it …

No, I am not talking about my jeans.  Or Spanx.  I’m talking about deadlines.  Yeah, I’m one of those sickos who loves deadlines.  I thrive on ’em.  So stressneedless to say this WordPress Daily Prompt is right up my alley:

“Do you thrive under pressure or crumble at the thought of it?  Does your best stuff surface as the deadline approaches or do you need to iterate, day after day to achieve something you’re proud of?  Tell us how you work best.”

It’s a good thing I’m a stress junkie, because advertising is all about deadlines.  They’re a constant and they’re brutal.  And they seem to get worse and worse all the time.  As I think about it, it’d be a stressful business even without the deadlines.

Why?

You try sitting in front  of a blank computer screen every day waiting for an idea to hit you, or words and sentences and images to start forming in your mind.  It’s not easy, trust me.  I’ve been doing this for a Continue reading

If there’s anything I can’t stand …

Liars drive me insane.  I have zero tolerance.  Years ago there was a guy I was crazy in love with.  He lied to me.  That was it.  I was gone.  Forever more.  So you liar2know I am just going out of my mind over our infamous mayor, Rob Ford.

He tells so many lies it’s a wonder his nose isn’t 10-feet long.  In fact, I don’t think he’s ever told the truth, about anything, in his entire life.  He claims he’s saved the city of Toronto 1 billion dollars.  It is a bald-faced lie.

He swore he never used crack until our police chief said he’d seen the video of him smoking it.  When, red-faced, he had to admit he’d “tried it”.  He insists he doesn’t know who he was talking about in a video where he was seen, and heard, threatening to kill someone.  Excuse me!  

He says, over and over and over again, he doesn’t have a drinking problem yet there are videos surfacing constantly in which he’s loaded.  He’s been asked to leave sporting events and official city Continue reading