This has definitely been an interesting night. On the one hand, I had an experience that tremendously bolsters my respect for El Jimador, a local mexican restaurant. Jo and I dined their tonight partially out of our love for mexican and partially as a reward for doing fairly well financially. It’s a nice little place – the crowd gets a little loud from time to time, but that is fun to watch as long as it isn’t annoyingly persistent. There was a table, mostly composed of young women but with one man (apparently a hapless fiancee), adjacent to us tonight, and it was rather obvious to me that several of them, including the discernible woman of the hour, needed to be brought back down to Earth a tad.
Suddenly, one of the restaurant managers comes up behind a few of them and snatches a camera out of the grasping hands of one surprised girl…I see this and make a note of how it is strange, but figure that he simply knows one or more of them and continue to annihilate my Pollo Bandido. About ten seconds later, I watch as two servers file out of the back, one with a chocolate cake of sorts and the other with a sombrero. All is well in the world until they march up behind her, place the sombrero upon her, and then simultaneously push her head down into the cake whilst pushing it up to her face.
Mortified. All over her face, hair, and pretty little turtle-neck. Nightmare written across her eyes even before she emits a hi-pitched, “NOOOOOOO!” The next 45 seconds are devoted to pointing, laughing, and picture-taking as she desperately scavenges for a bevy of napkins – though whether to clean off or fashion a rope and strangle the whole lot of them, I do not know. It’s not important, though. The importance of this message is that I know EXACTLY where I’m taking Wesley for his birthday, this year.
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Speaking of pointing, I had to have a nice little laugh at Dr. Phil’s recent passel of digitation.
http://www.drphil.com/slideshows/slideshow/5557/?id=5557&slide=1&showID=1391&preview=&versionID=#
In this article, Dr. Phil is quoted as saying that people don’t break habits; they replace an unwanted behavior with a new behavior. I’d like to know what exactly “breaking a habit” means, if not that! If one goes to the gym instead of smoking, then they have effectively broken a habit…yes, they’ve formed a new one, but that’s only logical. You can’t take something away from a person’s life and leave an empty void…time doesn’t simply go away or “break.” So, then, it makes no sense to try to define a difference between the two.
Furthermore, the breaking of a habit should not be anchored within the effort to achieve a new habit. Such measures most assuredly help in recovery, but the sad fact is that in most instances (those not involving a substance which is chemically designed to change the make-up of your body), the reason a habit becomes bad is because it becomes obsessive in an effort to circumvent having to cope with a frequent disappointment in life. The proper method of repairing such life-styles is to strike at the source and remedy the core disappointment; only then can a person maintain balance in habits and begin to build proper coping mechanisms.
Honestly, I believe this is the phenomenon that occurs when two people get married and then one or the both of them “notice a change” in the other and wonder where the person they married has gone. He/she hasn’t gone anywhere – the person(s) has simply relied on a prior habit or tendency to provide comfort where it is unhealthily absent within the relationship.
Anywho, enough of my psychobabble, I suppose. I shall return to book and poem writing now. Take care 
