stalemate

[steyl-meyt]
any position or situation in which no action can be taken or progress made; deadlock
Synonyms include: Catch-22, delay, draw, gridlock, impasse, pause, standoff, standstill, tie

Well, there goes my 2011 resolution to write one non-Laker blog post once a week! What can I say? I'm a rebel =) All joking aside, however, I haven't been blogging much on this end because I haven't felt like I had anything remotely interesting to share. Then I thought about it for a bit and realized - when have I ever CARED that I didn't have anything remotely interesting to share? Almost NEVER.

In 2005, I posted 248 entries on this blog. Last year, 2010? 77. Oy. I haven't written in my journal much either. My writing habits lately have been reduced to the 3-4 times a week I get to write a Lakers post-game report, which I can't really complain about because, hell, I love doing it. But I miss just spewing the random inner workings in my head...like I'm doing right now. I miss this.

Sometimes I feel like I've hit a wall, or reached the valley, or whatever metaphor relates to feeling stagnant in life. I know that's not the case, because I've been busy with a lot of stuff. I guess I just feel like I have a lot of progressing to do; and not just with one aspect of my life - with EVERY aspect of my life.

I'm not unhappy or bitter. I don't walk around with a chip on my shoulder. And I'm not super overjoyed either, wanting to hug everyone I see and shout to the world how perfect life is. I'm just hanging around for the time being, re-evaluating the 33 years behind me and trying to look ahead at the same time. Is there such a thing as the 1/3-life crisis? If there is, I think I'm there. haha!

memory

[mem-uh-ree]
a mental impression retained; the reputation of a person or thing; a person, thing, event, fact, etc., remembered.
Synonyms include: cognizance, flashback, remembrance

He always looked so happy to see you. He had a great big hug to match the great big smile every time we met. His youthful antics at family gatherings never failed to make dad (and their little posse) feel young, even for just a few hours. He loved his wife, Auntie Evelyn. He loved his daughters, Erica and Erin. He loved all of us.

Thank you, Uncle Eric, for filling our lives with so much laughter and love. We'll miss you more than any of us could ever begin to describe.