Talk to the Goat
You are tops in my book, girl! Sending you love.
Only good thoughts and thankfulness that the weather is staying nice for your long walks to get acquainted with the new hood!
May the strength stay with you my friend!
I love The Hotel New Hampshire!
Hey, when it comes time to unwrap your heart from the bubble wrap, you should have a bubble-wrap-popping party.
You DO have a great attitude Jay, it's one of the things that makes you special. Though if I am honest...I don't relish walking around singing "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" for the remainder of the day, which seems to be my plight 
I think I know what you are going through. If I'm right, I've been there as well. It's a special kind of hell for a long time but you'll get through it eventually and hopefully you'll learn something useful at the end of it.
You don't owe anyone an explanation - I'm glad that you're focusing on the 10 seconds of happy and trying to be positive through everything that you're going through (whatever that may be). Keep walking and keep smiling
First off how dare you make Don't Cry for Me Argentina stuck in my head...aggg, now I'll think of Madonna singing that ALL DAY LONG.
Feeling Droopy Try Our Soupy..are you serious?
Hotel New Hampshire..I tried to see the movie and walked out cause I was bored, that is the only movie I ever walked out on...I take it the book is good?
John Irving is a particular vice of mine.
boogie kiddo, boogie
Wow. I hope your good. I have never heard of the book you mentioned.
cluck, cluck, cluck.....
You rock girlfriend! Sounds like you're going to kick life's ass. I'd like to bring popcorn and soda and watch the show.
cluck!
Jay, this is a marvelous post. I know well the feeling of friends keeping your heart safe for you. I went through it when my first husband died 9 years ago. Hooray for friends with bubble wrap! And you’re damn right a strong woman lives here.
Jay I'm glad to hear that your holding your head up high.
Personally I come here for the free nachoes.
Oh and the possibility of the posts about "lots and lots of sex"
You don't owe us an explanation.
Just do your best to weather the storm.
You definitely get to choose your own attitude, and happiness is an excellent choice. And I don't think anything else really suits you, anyway.
Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.
Oh wait. I have a stamp set with a chicken and it says Best of Cluck! So now I'll have to make you a card.
I love this post!
A strong woman indeed.
Go get 'em Goat! Way to start your week.
You do what you have to do to move ahead babe. You ARE strong - to even have the ability to find 10 seconds of joy in an otherwise numb existence. You do not owe any of us any more of an explanation than you want to give.
Hope the numb gives way a little more every day to let the good things in.
Take care.
Your emotion is depicted so beautifully, it's wonderful.
Just wondering why you're sad.
Rock on.
what? no group hugs? Im shocked, since there always seemed to be group hugs and fits of jag crying around here. You know, all estrogeny and stuff 
"blowing the bull's balls" is my new favorite phrase!
i'm sitting here eating cold chinese takeout chicken and thinking of you. you rock the casbah... yay for strong and beautiful women!
You know how I applaud your strength! Too many with less pains cry 'boo-hoo' and 'woo-is-to-me' and drag themselves through the mud. But you face life, gain strength and will come out the better for it. Bravo gal!!
You SO rock!
I've probably told you this before, but you rock. Seriously.
I'd have to agree with the above opinion about your rockage, and holy geez can you write!
I admire your strength and wish I had a little of it. Keep up the positive attitude.
I want the group hugs, lots and lots of sex, the soupy, and even lots of soupy sex please.
I gots no sage advice for you. Best you get is an ear to listen to whatever you got to say when you need it. I can't relate experiences cause I haven't been through what you been through. But I might suggest letting yourself feel, whether the feeling is good or bad. Feeling is part of life and shutting yourself off from it can't do you any good.
You have good friends if they are reaching out like this.
And when you decide to pop the bubble wrap, it's really fun to lay it all down and jump all over it!
Ever since I've read this blog I knew a strong woman was behind the writings.
yes, you are a strong woman.
xo
that above is not a group hug. it's just meant for you.
You didn't have to tell us a strong woman lives here in goatland. We knew that.
If I found a soup that had that awesomely awesome motto, I'd drink it every day.
Actually it sounds from your post that you're working it out. We all have our methods and processes. Though we do have to allow ourselves to grieve. Attempting to skip or shorten the process will only lead to our own undoing in the long run.
Thanks for your own supportive comments on my own situation. You are strong.
I was going to cluck but saw that other readers already clucked away. great to hear you're making progress in picking yourself up. You're awesome.
Fanfuckingtastic post.
BTW, I'm still working on that care package. You know I couldn't just stop at a couple pictures. *Eye roll*
Now I want some soupy...hee. You're awesome, & doing JUST.FINE. Did you ever get the package I sent?
I always hated the Argentinian soccer team, anyway. Diego Maradona is a jerk.
You're a dear, strong girl and I wouldn't dream of wrapping up your heart---I just will try to avoid stomping on it.
you're the sass.
Hope you are as strong as you want to be.
I am still at a loss for what's going on.
But I do hope everything is going okay.
But damn it J...now i do have madonna in my head too! AGH!
Hell yeah!
What ever it is you'll be just fine.
The Soupy billboard sounds like something from the 50s.
You are definitely a strong woman. That's why I love reading your blog so much.
The Bubble wrap makes me think of Peter Gabriel's Steam. And also Red Dwarf, because Rimmer (loser guy) had a roomate who invented Tension Sheets by painting sheets of bubble wrap red and stenciling the words Tension Sheet on them. He made millions of course. I should probably get out more.
Sorry guys, but the songs are trapped in my head, and now you'll have to suffer along with me
You can only be who you are. I didn't come looking for a train wreck or anything else. I came here to read whatever words you choose to write, about whatever topic sits at the front of your thoughts.
I read this post this morning--there was no comments area listed--but I wanted to come back and say I love your nutty writing! Great job.
You are a beautiful writer, but I worry about you my dear. I'll be sending positive thoughts in your direction.
Yes, I think haloscan has a tummy ache or something; the comments keep disappearing, but so far they've always come back.
The soupy thing would've made me smile, too.
Thinking of you, Sugar...
That is the attitude!! Go get 'em!
You deserve to be happy.
Wow. I wish I could write about it as well. I can feel it as well. Am still quite a bit, going on six months. Very beautiful. And strength comes through the vulnerability.
Don't know why, but I have been stuck on the Judaic dietary proscription: "Thou shalt not boil a kid in its mother's milk." And then I come here. And find out why.
I read your email via my cell phone, while laying in my hospital bed, post surgery.
My heart is with you.
You are incredibly strong. Stronger than even you can imagine. And, you have a heart filled with grace.
You will make it through this. There isn't any right or wrong way. Just day by day, step by step.
Big hugs to you.
~kat
God, I love that last paragraph of yours. You don't owe us anything Jay.
I'm just glad you're out here still. Posting can be a pain when things are out of wack, but it sure seems to help sometimes.
To choose happiness is the best you can do. Second best is maybe the soupy
I'm sure you'll make it through this. You are a very strong woman. Sending you positive energy.
Sometimes it seems as if the train is moving too fast to step off.
I can't figure if you think the friends and the bubblewrapping is a good or a bad thing...
As someone who has survived the death of 2 husbands, both parents and 2 divorces (don't ask) I can promise you that the old adage "what doesn't kill you will make you stronger" is true. It's while the hurt is fresh and the scar tissure hasn've formed yet is tough. Hang in there, life will get better. It won't take forever either, even if it does feel that way right now. Remember that you have more friends that even you know and we're all in your corner.
Actually I came over here looking for an old friend who makes me laugh. I'm glad she's still here.
Where can I get some of that soup?
Wooo! You Rock Jay! Of course you are strong! We've all got lots and lots of bubble wrap to keep your heart safe. I do like the idea of a bubble wrap popping party when you are no longer in need of it. Happiness is the only way to go! I'm still laughing at the "soupy" stuff. And you know, when I think of it, soup really does seem to help make me happy.
Ten seconds today, maybe twenty seconds tomorrow - if not - oneday soon dammit!
Yeah, I came to read some shit-hot writing by a woman whose mind I admire, but at the same time, knowing she's having a hard time, and hoping she's going OK.
you know, how you feel is how you feel. (but I hope it gets a little easier soon...)
It's obvious that you are a strong woman but its nice that you have friends with bubble wrap. When you are ready, you can have fun bursting the bubbles. Hope your 10 seconds of happiness keeps increasing.
Crying over Argentina? What did Argentina do to make you cry over it? What, did you and Argentina get in a scrap and now it's missing you? Good heavens, woman, make some sense! You're freaking me out here!
Ten seconds. If you get your teeth into those ten seconds then chew for all you're worth, kiddo, until the hot blood runs thick.
I absolutely love the way you write! Color me envious...
Most people mean well.
Some do it for karma.
Some do it for their own gain later on.
Best that you leave it to the expert on you, Jay.
That is you.
You aren't an unfit keeper. Hearts break. Friends haul out duct tape and bubblewrap. Then, they try to make certain that you have fun at some point popping the bubbles and take off the duct tape before it leaves the sticky residue.
Explanations are for sissies. Who needs an explanation to shove some tape at someone with shards of heart in her hands? Dorks. Let me know if you need some fun colored duct tape!!
well, its not always easy - but yes, happiness can be a choice, go for it Jay, you are great.
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