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There’s Nothing Funny About This


Today will not be a warm and fuzzy day.  The Hubster and I need to escort our kids to their grandmother’s house to look through their dad’s things.  Unfortunately, I won’t be allowed to accompany them into the house.   (No worries though.  It’s covered.)

I just want to get this over with and “move on with our lives” as someone so eloquently put it.

Oh and hey, Dickhead #2?  This one’s for you:


Bridges burned, my friend.  Bridges burned.

Gimme Shelter…And My Inhaler

Gimme Shelter…And My Inhaler

First off, let me just say, I don’t run.  Ever.  For anything.  If I was heading to a bus stop and the last bus out of town was sitting there waiting, I would miss the bus and call a cab.  Because, like I said, I don’t run.

However, I like to think I could if I wanted to.  I‘m like a little dog who thinks she can catch the car in her dreams.  You know…and the little legs go in her sleep?  Yeah, that’s me.  My little legs go “run run run” in my sleep. But in reality…. HA!  No.  I don’t run.

Okay, now that we’ve established that fact—

Tonight I ran.

It was just after dinner and I had gone into the study, popped in my earbuds and cranked up the tunes.  That’s when the Rolling Stones’ Gimme Shelter started to play on my Walkman.  (YES, I HAVE A WALKMAN! It’s an mp3 player, but still a Walkman.  I hate all things Apple, so I’m the only one in the family without an iPod.  Story for a different time.)

Anyway, where were we?  Ah, yes.  Running.

I have no idea why Gimme Shelter always makes me want to run.  Usually, I just laugh and eat some ice cream instead.  But tonight…I really needed to run.  So I hit pause, dashed upstairs to change into some appropriate clothes and off I went.  


In the rain.

Down the street.

Half a block.  :\

And collapsed.

Okay, didn’t really collapse, but definitely needed air and there didn’t seem to be any.  Anywhere.

So I stood there, wheezing for a few moments…and then the chorus came on again.

War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away
War, children, it’s just a shot away
It’s just a shot away

And off I went.

I kept it up for about a mile and a half, alternating running and brisk walking, depending on the song.  It felt really good and I learned a few things:

a) my deodorant works under stress

b) my bra doesn’t


c) I really need to get my inhaler prescription refilled.

Here’s my favorite version of Gimme Shelter.  Cos I’m a giver like that.  Enjoy.  Eat some ice cream.  Or run…up to you.

Gimme Shelter – 25th Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Concert