so that chick - the one with the 14 kids. these were frozen embryos - their storage time was up - so pay for more storage; donate or destroy. that's a normal person's options. well, or try to have a baby although ya know after six i'm not sure you should have any more naturally let alone with fertility treatments. but legally it's a problem who is going to be in charge of drawing that line? i mean some people don't think you should do any fertility treatments. hell, i struggled for years about whether i thought it was appropriate to have children naturally. there are so many kids already here who need a good home; we have an overpopulation problem etc etc. and i know one person (albeit a freaking nutcase) who believes that there should be forced sterilization.
so there's a woman i went to high school with - her son died. he was no more than a year old. my grandmother had two stillborns and a baby that lived for 2 or 3 days and then died BEFORE her three surviving children. the woman i went to school with is openly grieving on facebook (that isn't supposed to sound judgemental). she has started a group to raise awareness for congenital heart defects. to the best of my knowledge my grandmother barely talked to her friends about it and got pregnant again. she certainly never started a spina bifida awareness group. i just find it interesting - the contrast which i think has more to do with the times than with the people.on the one hand my grandmother's generation stifling all that pain / on the other handwe have almost made trauma the end of everything. again not a criticism. if anything happened to malachai i'm nearly certain i would kill myself. i only say nearly because i'm not sure i would even have the energy to do it. is it faith? is that alone what has made the difference?
oh kim - did i mention that i have a present for you??
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
it's all scoot's fault
this whole blog for that matter but more to the point my current dilemma. i got an invite to sign a petition that is backed by autism speaks. the petition is to push for insurance companies to have to provide speech therapy etc. to children with autism. so scoot has insisted that autism speaks is the bureaucratic arm of the antichrist but the bill seems right on. ultimately i think i am going to sign it. it's a petition for legislation not becoming part of the group. for that matter the truth is i haven't checked out scoot's take on the group so for all i know i could disagree with him. nothing personal mark, i almost never take anyone's word on anything without doing my own research; particularly if they are emotional on the subject. i agree with the petition both in terms of what insurance companies should be doing and what would be nice for taxpayers to not be doing. but what i don't agree with about the petition is that it should extend beyond autism - children born with any brain disorder that requires speech therapy private insurance doesn't cover.
so there's that. i've started back on buffy. this time i'm gonna watch the extras and special features etc. and goddess help someone if dollhouse sucks. i will not be amused. sarah michelle was pretty hot at the beginning when she used to eat.
speaking of eating. i'm really annoyed with being fat. and i understand that some of you - well, all of you are going to tell me i'm not fat. some of you will tell me that cuz you believe it and some cuz that is what you are supposed to say. but i'm not fishing for anything. i'm telling you what is truly going on in my head. i feel like i got stuck in someone else's body and i can't get out.
you know i keep thinking of things to write on a random list - ever since i wrote that first one. i'll just be walking along and think - - -so i figure i'll do another one - just here and not necessarily until 25 oh, did i forget to mention that my plan was to sit here for at least an hour and try to come up with shit to say? it was going to be longer than an hour but the inlaws will be here tomorrow so i have osme shit to do before they arrive. i could tell you more about the inlaws but i really don't want to get my blood boiling again. speaking of which david boreanaz ohhhhhhhhhhh he's hot now but by Brighid! back then he was just . . . well, he shoulda come with his own spoon . so that's where i'll start my list - only this one will be a little more stream of consciousness
1. i almost never have linear dreams and other than this one i never have dreams about famous people. however, i did have one where i was marrying (okay; too funny - joss whedon just told me i have too much time on my hands becasue i'm watching the commentary) anyway i was marrying david but then i had to ask if he was really a vampire and he got really mad and so i asked james marsters who also got mad but then they started calling each other angel and spike and no one would answer me. and we never did get to the sex goddamn it
2. and on the subject of dreams i had a dream at the end of june (2008) it was gideon and i - we were idk like we were when we were 16. i had forgotten all about that dream except that the universe is very funny. see, i keep ending up being directed to emails from or to him. when i stumbled on that one i was looking for a work email. someone wanted to know if i had received an email back in june of 08 and where do i click as i'm scrolling down "ok i'm curious" - - no, i'm not saying that now that was gideon's response to my email that i had a dream about him.
3. when i was eight or nine we got news that my mother's friend's son had died. i had visited him a year or two before. we made out - yes, really, decided we would get married. sure we were little. but a year or so later i wrote to ask him (and my mom wrote his mother) if he could come visit. we got the letter back that he died of a brain tumor. he asked for me while he was dying. i spoke to him - his ghost, whatever. i still think about him and think my son talked with him; maybe still does. and yeah, whatever, i'm crazy / don't care
4. i am a really good (i've heard great) cook and i love all sorts of food with nearly no hang ups / dislikes and yet cereal and sandwiches are things i crave all the time.
5. in college a group of friends called me scooter because they said i looked like scooter from the muppet show
yeah, so it's a good jump starter but i'm bored of it. plus, once again, my hip is hurting.
so thursday or wait, yeah, thursday went to my little new agey shop. two things - well, maybe more but let's start there. first of all there was this woman in there talking about how her nephew is one of the indigo children. it's one of those usher in the new age - - whatever. i don't want to debate its reality or lack there of mostly cuz i don't know much about it but my point is her nephew is a year old and she is basing this on having seen a blue light when he was born. i believe in the other; i believe there is more here and what your intuition tells you etc etc but good lord people. not that her thinking that is the problem - the problem is she wants to do something about it - direct the kid's life around it. just makes me mental.
anyway, what i really wanted to tell you ws that i found this book "refuse to choose" by barbara sher. the idea is that there is a pesonality type / people that are drawn to do just one thing. we'll see - i'll keep you updated. it felt perfect. i also bought a book on soul retrieval. oh and kim i bought you a present.
so, yeah, no coherence but it's not depressing either and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
so there's that. i've started back on buffy. this time i'm gonna watch the extras and special features etc. and goddess help someone if dollhouse sucks. i will not be amused. sarah michelle was pretty hot at the beginning when she used to eat.
speaking of eating. i'm really annoyed with being fat. and i understand that some of you - well, all of you are going to tell me i'm not fat. some of you will tell me that cuz you believe it and some cuz that is what you are supposed to say. but i'm not fishing for anything. i'm telling you what is truly going on in my head. i feel like i got stuck in someone else's body and i can't get out.
you know i keep thinking of things to write on a random list - ever since i wrote that first one. i'll just be walking along and think - - -so i figure i'll do another one - just here and not necessarily until 25 oh, did i forget to mention that my plan was to sit here for at least an hour and try to come up with shit to say? it was going to be longer than an hour but the inlaws will be here tomorrow so i have osme shit to do before they arrive. i could tell you more about the inlaws but i really don't want to get my blood boiling again. speaking of which david boreanaz ohhhhhhhhhhh he's hot now but by Brighid! back then he was just . . . well, he shoulda come with his own spoon . so that's where i'll start my list - only this one will be a little more stream of consciousness
1. i almost never have linear dreams and other than this one i never have dreams about famous people. however, i did have one where i was marrying (okay; too funny - joss whedon just told me i have too much time on my hands becasue i'm watching the commentary) anyway i was marrying david but then i had to ask if he was really a vampire and he got really mad and so i asked james marsters who also got mad but then they started calling each other angel and spike and no one would answer me. and we never did get to the sex goddamn it
2. and on the subject of dreams i had a dream at the end of june (2008) it was gideon and i - we were idk like we were when we were 16. i had forgotten all about that dream except that the universe is very funny. see, i keep ending up being directed to emails from or to him. when i stumbled on that one i was looking for a work email. someone wanted to know if i had received an email back in june of 08 and where do i click as i'm scrolling down "ok i'm curious" - - no, i'm not saying that now that was gideon's response to my email that i had a dream about him.
3. when i was eight or nine we got news that my mother's friend's son had died. i had visited him a year or two before. we made out - yes, really, decided we would get married. sure we were little. but a year or so later i wrote to ask him (and my mom wrote his mother) if he could come visit. we got the letter back that he died of a brain tumor. he asked for me while he was dying. i spoke to him - his ghost, whatever. i still think about him and think my son talked with him; maybe still does. and yeah, whatever, i'm crazy / don't care
4. i am a really good (i've heard great) cook and i love all sorts of food with nearly no hang ups / dislikes and yet cereal and sandwiches are things i crave all the time.
5. in college a group of friends called me scooter because they said i looked like scooter from the muppet show
yeah, so it's a good jump starter but i'm bored of it. plus, once again, my hip is hurting.
so thursday or wait, yeah, thursday went to my little new agey shop. two things - well, maybe more but let's start there. first of all there was this woman in there talking about how her nephew is one of the indigo children. it's one of those usher in the new age - - whatever. i don't want to debate its reality or lack there of mostly cuz i don't know much about it but my point is her nephew is a year old and she is basing this on having seen a blue light when he was born. i believe in the other; i believe there is more here and what your intuition tells you etc etc but good lord people. not that her thinking that is the problem - the problem is she wants to do something about it - direct the kid's life around it. just makes me mental.
anyway, what i really wanted to tell you ws that i found this book "refuse to choose" by barbara sher. the idea is that there is a pesonality type / people that are drawn to do just one thing. we'll see - i'll keep you updated. it felt perfect. i also bought a book on soul retrieval. oh and kim i bought you a present.
so, yeah, no coherence but it's not depressing either and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
kim's trying to kill me
kim asked when i would talk about gideon - thanks kim - energy nearly spent. i don't allow much time to dwell there it's um . . . yeah, anyway.
you're right about tv kim - except i am not trying to kill brain cells. i am trying to drown them. fill my brain with images that i either have no attachment to or that are only metaphores for my own feelings. and subterfuge my feelings with someone else's . hmm, i don't know if subterfuge is the right word there . . .
doesn't help that my fucking hip has not stopped hurting for days now.
kim is right about me not having any obligation to keep you people entertained. still i hate doing this kind of post. i like to entertain people. hell, i like to entertain myself. and i swear i'll work at it. but there'll be a few more that stink of . . . well this. cuz kim's right; can't avoid it forever - it's eating me which means you're gonna have to hear about it mostly cuz ya'll love me (even if ya don't know it yet) but
Alos . . I can kill you with my brain
you're right about tv kim - except i am not trying to kill brain cells. i am trying to drown them. fill my brain with images that i either have no attachment to or that are only metaphores for my own feelings. and subterfuge my feelings with someone else's . hmm, i don't know if subterfuge is the right word there . . .
doesn't help that my fucking hip has not stopped hurting for days now.
kim is right about me not having any obligation to keep you people entertained. still i hate doing this kind of post. i like to entertain people. hell, i like to entertain myself. and i swear i'll work at it. but there'll be a few more that stink of . . . well this. cuz kim's right; can't avoid it forever - it's eating me which means you're gonna have to hear about it mostly cuz ya'll love me (even if ya don't know it yet) but
Alos . . I can kill you with my brain
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
look they got boy whores
another fantastic joss quote
thought y'all might be interested in this clip. plus i am on a mission to convert ya :) a little back story is that the girl is supposed to be slightly psychic
anywhooo - i'm drained. anger and sorrow . . . if only they sat like knots in my stomach instead of dripping off of me / swirling around me so my aura is like edward gorey drew pigpen. so i've stuffed it down with frozen yogurt and i got not the energy for coherence.
politics - i will preface this with a free admission that i need to do more research BUT i find it hysterical that republicans are now saying we don't want to join in a bail out now that it is under a democratic president when not even a quarter ago they were fucking bail out central. but hell if nothing else so far i'm happy just to see he's doing something. cuz some mickey mouse repairs beats the shit out of sitting on our asses watching the house fall down around us.
when the hell did all the daydreaming i did as a kid turn into wallowing. suppose it doesn't matter either way it's wasted energy. neither one gets a damn thing done. still i miss hope, even if it was foolish. i have expended energy on . . .
so this weekend i will be reading through the what do i have to do for teacher cert. but don't get too excited scoot - got something else to do first.
mmmm peppermint tea
so yeah, i have been staring for a while now and i got nothing to say. i suppose maybe i should stop watching firefly since the last two shows someone died and this one someone is going crazy. if it all wasn't so damned funny.
alright maybe the blogs are wearing / hell maybe my mind is wearing because i am trying to avoid truth because it is depressing but at least it has energy. i'll have to think about which way i want to depress you :)
the postal service is thinking about / threatening to shut down one day of mail delivery. is that supposed to be the scariest of news that we have heard??
well, i'm sure you have whiplash from the non-sequiturs i keep throwing at you
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
thought y'all might be interested in this clip. plus i am on a mission to convert ya :) a little back story is that the girl is supposed to be slightly psychic
anywhooo - i'm drained. anger and sorrow . . . if only they sat like knots in my stomach instead of dripping off of me / swirling around me so my aura is like edward gorey drew pigpen. so i've stuffed it down with frozen yogurt and i got not the energy for coherence.
politics - i will preface this with a free admission that i need to do more research BUT i find it hysterical that republicans are now saying we don't want to join in a bail out now that it is under a democratic president when not even a quarter ago they were fucking bail out central. but hell if nothing else so far i'm happy just to see he's doing something. cuz some mickey mouse repairs beats the shit out of sitting on our asses watching the house fall down around us.
when the hell did all the daydreaming i did as a kid turn into wallowing. suppose it doesn't matter either way it's wasted energy. neither one gets a damn thing done. still i miss hope, even if it was foolish. i have expended energy on . . .
so this weekend i will be reading through the what do i have to do for teacher cert. but don't get too excited scoot - got something else to do first.
mmmm peppermint tea
so yeah, i have been staring for a while now and i got nothing to say. i suppose maybe i should stop watching firefly since the last two shows someone died and this one someone is going crazy. if it all wasn't so damned funny.
alright maybe the blogs are wearing / hell maybe my mind is wearing because i am trying to avoid truth because it is depressing but at least it has energy. i'll have to think about which way i want to depress you :)
the postal service is thinking about / threatening to shut down one day of mail delivery. is that supposed to be the scariest of news that we have heard??
well, i'm sure you have whiplash from the non-sequiturs i keep throwing at you
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
LUSH
ha! you were seduced by the title weren't you!? ha! lush is just a soap shop. twelve years ago it was in london and they didn't have any "stateside stores". the stuff is fantabulous.
so i had a million thoughts in my head - something about turkey sausage is all i remember. but everything got hijacked by the beginnings of a poem. a bad poem but a poem nonetheless
we talked our endless talks
skirted the issue of love
we held each other's hearts
but lacking proper courage
- - -then there is a line or two about the word never
so i have moved on to firefly. made my way through angel. i watched all but the last one. the last isn't really my favorite anywya. i was highly diappointed with how it ended. there are a little more than two weeks to dollhouse. i guess i will watch the interviews / special features.
sorry this is so short but i got home late and i'm running out of time / tomorrow should be longer i will be home most of the day
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
so i had a million thoughts in my head - something about turkey sausage is all i remember. but everything got hijacked by the beginnings of a poem. a bad poem but a poem nonetheless
we talked our endless talks
skirted the issue of love
we held each other's hearts
but lacking proper courage
- - -then there is a line or two about the word never
so i have moved on to firefly. made my way through angel. i watched all but the last one. the last isn't really my favorite anywya. i was highly diappointed with how it ended. there are a little more than two weeks to dollhouse. i guess i will watch the interviews / special features.
sorry this is so short but i got home late and i'm running out of time / tomorrow should be longer i will be home most of the day
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Monday, January 26, 2009
25 Random Things
i'll post my list here for those of you that i didn't 'tag' on FB. but mostly my point in bringing it up is to say that i can't believe how long it took me to come up with that list. talking about overthinking things.
i have one more angel episode left ot watch. then i will move onto firefly. if it isn't quite time for dollhouse then i will be forced to buy dr. horrible. oh, joss, i too would gladly get anorexia for you. hell, i could use a good case of anorexia as it is.
so i thought that little bulletin i got from someone i work with about foca said obama (hosannah obama!) was signing the bill today so i went to try to look up that little tidbit and um . . . well, who the fuck knows because there is not one single article that isn't by the anti-choice crowd.
i think i have decided to go for my teaching certificate. it isn't exactly what i want to do but it's closer. more flesh on that later - it took me this fricking long to get that out of my mouth.
also, be fairly warned, i have held off nearly as long as i can - a gideon post is imminent.
here are my 25 things:
1. at first blush i can think of nothing . . . hmmmm - oh! i tend to use phrases like 'at first blush' and get made fun of for it :)
2. i was born in honolulu, hawaii - a month late
3. i have had three songs (that i know of) written about me
4. at 13 i woke out of a dead sleep and wrote my first (non-assignment) poem and have been writing them ever since
5. i have been collecting barbies and barbie paraphernalia since i was 14
6. an infected piece of hardware nearly cost me my life / leg - two years in and out of the hospital and i got off with just massive scarring
7. as a kid i took the expression that the devil sat on your left shoulder fairly seriously and went through a phase where i tried not to use my left hand. i know someone else who did the same thing!
8. despite being an *uber*religious kid, by the time i hit second grade i refused to say under god when i recited the pledge of allegiance in school
9. i thought the words to america the beautiful were "god shed his blood on thee" - - that's what happens when catholicism and patriotism mix
10. i have dressed in drag
11. i would like to work in a capacity that gives me the opportunity to make children feel safe
12. i once avoided being jumped by pretending to be a devil worshiper
13. i did not have an epidural when i gave birth to my son and most people greet that information with a look reserved only for the unforgivably insane
14. i often know in advance / have dreams that someone is going to die
15. i was born with extra nipples. when the doctor told me, at the age of seven, that this was proof we evolved from animals i spent a few months convince i was the missing link on the darwinian chart
16. i have a touch of ocd - heavy on the o and the d ; not so much on the c
17. twice i have gotten down on one knee and serenaded someone on the dance floor just for shits and giggles
18. i love word games and logic puzzles
19. i came ridiculously close to being attacked by wild boar while lost in the mountains in italy
20. i have a cleft chin but neither of my parents do
21. i got my first period on july 4th and i remember this because at the barbecue my parents had champagne and a cake that said "congratulations cassie"
22. i like to make people laugh and feed them
23. i have a childlike (maybe childish) attachment to 'fairness'
24. i was a vegetarian for the better part of a decade but it was not a moral decision
25. when i was little i wanted to be a performer - an actress, dancer or a christian pop singer - yes, i said christian pop singer
oh and 26.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
i have one more angel episode left ot watch. then i will move onto firefly. if it isn't quite time for dollhouse then i will be forced to buy dr. horrible. oh, joss, i too would gladly get anorexia for you. hell, i could use a good case of anorexia as it is.
so i thought that little bulletin i got from someone i work with about foca said obama (hosannah obama!) was signing the bill today so i went to try to look up that little tidbit and um . . . well, who the fuck knows because there is not one single article that isn't by the anti-choice crowd.
i think i have decided to go for my teaching certificate. it isn't exactly what i want to do but it's closer. more flesh on that later - it took me this fricking long to get that out of my mouth.
also, be fairly warned, i have held off nearly as long as i can - a gideon post is imminent.
here are my 25 things:
1. at first blush i can think of nothing . . . hmmmm - oh! i tend to use phrases like 'at first blush' and get made fun of for it :)
2. i was born in honolulu, hawaii - a month late
3. i have had three songs (that i know of
4. at 13 i woke out of a dead sleep and wrote my first (non-assignment) poem and have been writing them ever since
5. i have been collecting barbies and barbie paraphernalia since i was 14
6. an infected piece of hardware nearly cost me my life / leg - two years in and out of the hospital and i got off with just massive scarring
7. as a kid i took the expression that the devil sat on your left shoulder fairly seriously and went through a phase where i tried not to use my left hand. i know someone else who did the same thing!
8. despite being an *uber*religious kid, by the time i hit second grade i refused to say under god when i recited the pledge of allegiance in school
9. i thought the words to america the beautiful were "god shed his blood on thee" - - that's what happens when catholicism and patriotism mix
10. i have dressed in drag
11. i would like to work in a capacity that gives me the opportunity to make children feel safe
12. i once avoided being jumped by pretending to be a devil worshiper
13. i did not have an epidural when i gave birth to my son and most people greet that information with a look reserved only for the unforgivably insane
14. i often know in advance / have dreams that someone is going to die
15. i was born with extra nipples. when the doctor told me, at the age of seven, that this was proof we evolved from animals i spent a few months convince i was the missing link on the darwinian chart
16. i have a touch of ocd - heavy on the o and the d ; not so much on the c
17. twice i have gotten down on one knee and serenaded someone on the dance floor just for shits and giggles
18. i love word games and logic puzzles
19. i came ridiculously close to being attacked by wild boar while lost in the mountains in italy
20. i have a cleft chin but neither of my parents do
21. i got my first period on july 4th and i remember this because at the barbecue my parents had champagne and a cake that said "congratulations cassie"
22. i like to make people laugh and feed them
23. i have a childlike (maybe childish) attachment to 'fairness'
24. i was a vegetarian for the better part of a decade but it was not a moral decision
25. when i was little i wanted to be a performer - an actress, dancer or a christian pop singer - yes, i said christian pop singer
oh and 26.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
damn
well, that was sent at 12.01
i started this post and then drifted . . .
i'm still counting it though so tttthhhhpppttt :) after all it's blog365 not 365 in a row. j/k i know i effed up but i still thinkt here's value in pursuing it.
we had "christmas" today with my dad and stepmother. my kid is going to be so confused about xmas. he keeps getting presents from people. and there are still a few more at my mother's. next year will be disappointing for him .
so the double date was good. it was nice. nothing particularly intereesting to report. i made my phone call /got voice mail and haven't called again yet. sigh. very sad.
there was a show on npr today oxford style debate as to whether or not george w. was the worst president of the last 50 years or maybe more. i only caught the very end of it. i'm going to have to pull it up on the npr site. karl rove was arguing the con.
carl has been coughing like he's going to die soon for a day or so. is he asleep - no, no he's not. good gravy.
well, that's it - kiskis - be good and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
i started this post and then drifted . . .
i'm still counting it though so tttthhhhpppttt :) after all it's blog365 not 365 in a row. j/k i know i effed up but i still thinkt here's value in pursuing it.
we had "christmas" today with my dad and stepmother. my kid is going to be so confused about xmas. he keeps getting presents from people. and there are still a few more at my mother's. next year will be disappointing for him .
so the double date was good. it was nice. nothing particularly intereesting to report. i made my phone call /got voice mail and haven't called again yet. sigh. very sad.
there was a show on npr today oxford style debate as to whether or not george w. was the worst president of the last 50 years or maybe more. i only caught the very end of it. i'm going to have to pull it up on the npr site. karl rove was arguing the con.
carl has been coughing like he's going to die soon for a day or so. is he asleep - no, no he's not. good gravy.
well, that's it - kiskis - be good and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Saturday, January 24, 2009
people in gas houses
shouldn't practice candle magic.
so we are headed out on the aforementioned double date. and in the shower it occurs to me. everything i want to talk to my friend about we can't really do in front of the (and i use the term loosely here) men. so this oughta be fun.
speaking of which i think i understate my lack of correspondence. a friend of mine called me last week - someone i have actually been waiting to hear from for a while. we were supposed to get together before the holidays and then things got all jumbled yadda yadda and so i keep meaning to call him back and i don't. he called again today and said he has some news. so either someone else we know is dead or he and his wife are finally preggers. i have no reason at all to not call him back and yet, i can barely bring myself to do it. in fact, as yet, i haven't brought myself to do it. sigh. i'm anxious just thinking about making the call. wtf is that all about??
last night i was up with the kid for like three hours. i have no idea what his problem was. he was crying and just totally out of sorts. i can nearly count the times since he has been born that he has been up like that at night. and to all you out there who's kids are like that all the time. good goddess you have my heartfelt sympathies. not that it was a big deal but i imagine if i had to do it all the time i might think otherwise.
i vaguely remember reading - on kim's blog? - about kid's following you into the bathroom while you're trying to poop. yeah, well, have ya ever tried to while a kid is sitting on your lap. i'm just saying is all.
the kid is at his gam-gam's tonight so hopefully there isn't a repeat performance.
alright - i'm gonna make this damned phone call. if we get home before midnight maybe i will do more later. let you know how the big scary phone call went. if not be good - enjoy your night
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
so we are headed out on the aforementioned double date. and in the shower it occurs to me. everything i want to talk to my friend about we can't really do in front of the (and i use the term loosely here) men. so this oughta be fun.
speaking of which i think i understate my lack of correspondence. a friend of mine called me last week - someone i have actually been waiting to hear from for a while. we were supposed to get together before the holidays and then things got all jumbled yadda yadda and so i keep meaning to call him back and i don't. he called again today and said he has some news. so either someone else we know is dead or he and his wife are finally preggers. i have no reason at all to not call him back and yet, i can barely bring myself to do it. in fact, as yet, i haven't brought myself to do it. sigh. i'm anxious just thinking about making the call. wtf is that all about??
last night i was up with the kid for like three hours. i have no idea what his problem was. he was crying and just totally out of sorts. i can nearly count the times since he has been born that he has been up like that at night. and to all you out there who's kids are like that all the time. good goddess you have my heartfelt sympathies. not that it was a big deal but i imagine if i had to do it all the time i might think otherwise.
i vaguely remember reading - on kim's blog? - about kid's following you into the bathroom while you're trying to poop. yeah, well, have ya ever tried to while a kid is sitting on your lap. i'm just saying is all.
the kid is at his gam-gam's tonight so hopefully there isn't a repeat performance.
alright - i'm gonna make this damned phone call. if we get home before midnight maybe i will do more later. let you know how the big scary phone call went. if not be good - enjoy your night
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
Friday, January 23, 2009
psychokinesis
is that so much to ask for? if i only had it.
so yep - more messiah points. obama has put the freedom back in the foia (freedom of information act). bush had changed the language of it so that you had to prove that you really needed / were worthy of a piece of information before you would be given that information. now the government has to prove that giving the information out provides a definable and imminent threat. it's like what's that thing a democratic government is supposed to have . . . oh, right transparency and full disclosure. and with those words cheney is having his 150th heartache.
so we just found out today that my son's aformentioned best friend will be going to a new center. poor little dude. malachai not the other kid. oh, and praise, well, obama, i guess - this morning i went in to get the nipper and he had his diaper off and said i want to go poopie and we went and did that. hoooray. course he would have nothing to do with the potty for the remainder of the day but hell, we are the penultimate beggars in this scenario. i'm almost certain the child will be off to college in a giant diaper. i've thought about pointing out to him that if he wore underwear instead of a diaper he would have much better / more consistent access to his penis. as it is bathes are beginning to take longer and longer.
oh and now, thanks to his father, he laughs maniacally and says "is that a willy". fantab. OH, and apparently he learned something new at school today. he sticks his finger up his nose - says tasty and puts it in his mouth. how exciting our days are becoming. my parents used to threaten to sell me to the gypsies . . . do they still have gypsies? i could threaten to sell him to brad and angelina.
we are going on a double date tomorrow. by double date i mean, i'm going out with my friend and carl is going to hang with her husband but we'll probably all be sitting at the same table. they recently got a live in nanny and found out that they get one night a month to go out as part of the financial deal. and as she put it - they don't want to go out together to which i chimed in "that's a waste of a perfectly good babysitter". seems to be a lot of that sentiment going around lately.
very exciting news - i think i will be seeing the pogues TWICE this year!!! once in boston and once in atlanta. we are going to south carolina to see my uncle and i am going to north carolina to visit and old college friend - very exciting. and hopefully squeeze ina little trip to richmond to see another college friend.
alrighty, i must go write a few emails. i am so behind in my communiques it's a wonder i still have any friends. must be my devilish grin. that and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
so yep - more messiah points. obama has put the freedom back in the foia (freedom of information act). bush had changed the language of it so that you had to prove that you really needed / were worthy of a piece of information before you would be given that information. now the government has to prove that giving the information out provides a definable and imminent threat. it's like what's that thing a democratic government is supposed to have . . . oh, right transparency and full disclosure. and with those words cheney is having his 150th heartache.
so we just found out today that my son's aformentioned best friend will be going to a new center. poor little dude. malachai not the other kid. oh, and praise, well, obama, i guess - this morning i went in to get the nipper and he had his diaper off and said i want to go poopie and we went and did that. hoooray. course he would have nothing to do with the potty for the remainder of the day but hell, we are the penultimate beggars in this scenario. i'm almost certain the child will be off to college in a giant diaper. i've thought about pointing out to him that if he wore underwear instead of a diaper he would have much better / more consistent access to his penis. as it is bathes are beginning to take longer and longer.
oh and now, thanks to his father, he laughs maniacally and says "is that a willy". fantab. OH, and apparently he learned something new at school today. he sticks his finger up his nose - says tasty and puts it in his mouth. how exciting our days are becoming. my parents used to threaten to sell me to the gypsies . . . do they still have gypsies? i could threaten to sell him to brad and angelina.
we are going on a double date tomorrow. by double date i mean, i'm going out with my friend and carl is going to hang with her husband but we'll probably all be sitting at the same table. they recently got a live in nanny and found out that they get one night a month to go out as part of the financial deal. and as she put it - they don't want to go out together to which i chimed in "that's a waste of a perfectly good babysitter". seems to be a lot of that sentiment going around lately.
very exciting news - i think i will be seeing the pogues TWICE this year!!! once in boston and once in atlanta. we are going to south carolina to see my uncle and i am going to north carolina to visit and old college friend - very exciting. and hopefully squeeze ina little trip to richmond to see another college friend.
alrighty, i must go write a few emails. i am so behind in my communiques it's a wonder i still have any friends. must be my devilish grin. that and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
makes me crazy
just not in the good way. the man is . . . . . grrrrrr!!
point in fact everywhere i look people are trying to aggravate me beyond what i have the capacity to hold. i could just nearly burst with aggravation.
when i was eleven we bought a house. well, i mean, i didn't buy it - my parents. they decided to put an addition on the house. my mother good lord that woman never met a house she couldn't remodel. seriously, she lives in a condo now - one of those brownstone type thingies - each one same layout. except her's. she knocked down a wall. anyway, i digress. in this case they were knocking down the whole back of the house. they gave me a sledge hammer. it was fantastic. i dream about it now. i close my eyes now and see that. and no kim, it isn't the same - in my scenario no one is getting their head bashed in.
so instead, i eat. at the moment i am eating yogurt covered pretzels. which are relatively good for you. i don't really eat crap all that often but the funny thing is that if you eat enough good food you still become a fat ass.
good goddess this is a depressing blog. sorry, i am on the precipice of change and it's making me irritable.
um, on an up note guantanamo prison is closing HOORAY!! how's that for some good news. i know some of those people are probably scary scary but we don't deal with scary by acting above the law. a return to law. so far the man is racking up the messiah points.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
point in fact everywhere i look people are trying to aggravate me beyond what i have the capacity to hold. i could just nearly burst with aggravation.
when i was eleven we bought a house. well, i mean, i didn't buy it - my parents. they decided to put an addition on the house. my mother good lord that woman never met a house she couldn't remodel. seriously, she lives in a condo now - one of those brownstone type thingies - each one same layout. except her's. she knocked down a wall. anyway, i digress. in this case they were knocking down the whole back of the house. they gave me a sledge hammer. it was fantastic. i dream about it now. i close my eyes now and see that. and no kim, it isn't the same - in my scenario no one is getting their head bashed in.
so instead, i eat. at the moment i am eating yogurt covered pretzels. which are relatively good for you. i don't really eat crap all that often but the funny thing is that if you eat enough good food you still become a fat ass.
good goddess this is a depressing blog. sorry, i am on the precipice of change and it's making me irritable.
um, on an up note guantanamo prison is closing HOORAY!! how's that for some good news. i know some of those people are probably scary scary but we don't deal with scary by acting above the law. a return to law. so far the man is racking up the messiah points.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
too freaking funny
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090122/ap_on_go_pr_wh/obama_oath_do_over
FRICK! the president gets a do over!! :)
so the boy said the sweetest thing. i bought him paints and he was painting and told me he was painting a boy who had a hat and was walking with his feet and yadda yadda - never stops talking - then the boy was on a seesaw, the boy was malachai and he was on the seesaw with matty. matty is his friend from school. he tells stories about him all the time. course all his stories go like this, "matty said; NO, i'm two, and YOU'RE three" and i say, oh, what did you tell matty "i said; NO, i'm TWO and YOU're three" which is to say basically his stories are about them bickering. but he loves him. so much so that he has moved to the preschool room and the only problem he has had adjusting is missing matty. so anyway, while he is drawing this picture of him and matty on the seesaw he says "matty is my best friend" it makes my heart strings tug just to type it. i mean, obviously, someone used that phrase with him but it doesn't make it any less true or less freaking adorable.
so i have to go look into this limbaugh thing. he says he hopes obama fails. and everyone has their panties in a twist over it. and I hahahahahahahahahHATE rush limbaugh (only one who is worse is that sanctimonious BITCH ann coulter) but nonetheless some of obama's plans are just completely democratic and if you are a republican why would you want to see them succeed. but then on the other you should want them to succeed in the sense that it will mean our country succeeds. so i don't want to look into it to see how i feel about rush limbaugh. the man is a the second worst kind of liar - a hypocrite and he's malicious. - -drug addicts should be forced into hard labor unless of course they are big mounthed fat asses stealing prescription meds.
my tolerance for intolerance is slim at best.
holy crap!! i just realized i didn't listen to the dollhouse thing. crap i hope it's still on!! gotta go - if it's still on i'll come back and tell you all about it. but if you still are looking for some entertainment might i suggest http://www.imdb.com/media/rm89426432/nm0244630 five by five indeed!!
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
FRICK! the president gets a do over!! :)
so the boy said the sweetest thing. i bought him paints and he was painting and told me he was painting a boy who had a hat and was walking with his feet and yadda yadda - never stops talking - then the boy was on a seesaw, the boy was malachai and he was on the seesaw with matty. matty is his friend from school. he tells stories about him all the time. course all his stories go like this, "matty said; NO, i'm two, and YOU'RE three" and i say, oh, what did you tell matty "i said; NO, i'm TWO and YOU're three" which is to say basically his stories are about them bickering. but he loves him. so much so that he has moved to the preschool room and the only problem he has had adjusting is missing matty. so anyway, while he is drawing this picture of him and matty on the seesaw he says "matty is my best friend" it makes my heart strings tug just to type it. i mean, obviously, someone used that phrase with him but it doesn't make it any less true or less freaking adorable.
so i have to go look into this limbaugh thing. he says he hopes obama fails. and everyone has their panties in a twist over it. and I hahahahahahahahahHATE rush limbaugh (only one who is worse is that sanctimonious BITCH ann coulter) but nonetheless some of obama's plans are just completely democratic and if you are a republican why would you want to see them succeed. but then on the other you should want them to succeed in the sense that it will mean our country succeeds. so i don't want to look into it to see how i feel about rush limbaugh. the man is a the second worst kind of liar - a hypocrite and he's malicious. - -drug addicts should be forced into hard labor unless of course they are big mounthed fat asses stealing prescription meds.
my tolerance for intolerance is slim at best.
holy crap!! i just realized i didn't listen to the dollhouse thing. crap i hope it's still on!! gotta go - if it's still on i'll come back and tell you all about it. but if you still are looking for some entertainment might i suggest http://www.imdb.com/media/rm89426432/nm0244630 five by five indeed!!
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
i have got to start doing this earlier
i always have a lot to say in the middle of the day and by this point i'm, well, friggin tired. i suppose the fact that we spent over an hour doing divination at witchcraft class might have something to do with it.
i taught my son how one stands for the anthem and he swayed to the music. oh, and speaking of music i can not believe they played lord of the dance right before he took oath. i mean yeah, i'm hopeful about the guy but good gravy. for those of you who don't know - lord of the dance is about jesus for those you that don't know. here are the lyrics
I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
i mean realy people - as i said; really cool guy obama but WTF - no wonder people mock the whole messiah thing.
at current i am doing all things in mediocrity or in a sense of just barely holding on. never quite relaxing; never getting quite enough done. it's very frustruating and truly must come to an end shortly. i could use another week this week. or to not need to sleep for a week or inspiration or something.
also my ear is snap crackle and popping grrrrrrrr
i taught my son how one stands for the anthem and he swayed to the music. oh, and speaking of music i can not believe they played lord of the dance right before he took oath. i mean yeah, i'm hopeful about the guy but good gravy. for those of you who don't know - lord of the dance is about jesus for those you that don't know. here are the lyrics
I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
i mean realy people - as i said; really cool guy obama but WTF - no wonder people mock the whole messiah thing.
at current i am doing all things in mediocrity or in a sense of just barely holding on. never quite relaxing; never getting quite enough done. it's very frustruating and truly must come to an end shortly. i could use another week this week. or to not need to sleep for a week or inspiration or something.
also my ear is snap crackle and popping grrrrrrrr
Monday, January 19, 2009
my cynicism is breaking down
i must admit. i'm feeling a little choked up. it's the truth. forget the politics. i mean, yeah, i am hopeful about what obama can do - so sue me. if i don't have some hope at this point i might actually fall apart. but anyway forget about the current state of politics and what might or might not become of the economy; our union yadda yadda - - - okay, wait, one more thing on that. listen up folks, we are a very very young country and the fact that we haven't previously fallen apart at the seams and rebuilt ourselves already is incredible. alright, really, i'm done.
okay, so yeah, all that aside. the significance of this inauguration wells me up. i don't care you can make fun of me all you want. i sorta feel like that's what all the calling him "the messiah" is all about - people trying to dampen the hope that this situation brings. not the politic hope - the hope it means for our culture / our country. the fact is that when this man was born the civil rights act wasn't even existent.
race relations has always been a deep heart issue for me. the fact that this has come to pass leaves me in awe. i was listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates speak today on npr and he said "if you told me this was going ot happen i wouldn't have believed you, i just wouldn't have believed you" (i'm paraphrasing) the point is that is exactly how i feel.
i was wrong. i said this country wouldn't do it. i was however right that the country was more ready for a black man then a woman but i digress. i don't really know how to put it into words. i'm pretty close to overwhelmed. score one for content of character. i'm tempted to just keep on yapping but i don't have the words anywhere in me. not the right ones or enough of them.
i have lost yet something else and i'm getting sick of losing things. i swear something weird is going on here. i usually lose things just long enough to panic and chase them around and finally find them. lately, i wish for that scenario.
and on the subject of race relations happy MLK day! i listened to the MLK speech today. still chokes me up. if you didn't then give it a listen. try to forget the fact that pieces of it have been quoted to death. it's well worth it.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
okay, so yeah, all that aside. the significance of this inauguration wells me up. i don't care you can make fun of me all you want. i sorta feel like that's what all the calling him "the messiah" is all about - people trying to dampen the hope that this situation brings. not the politic hope - the hope it means for our culture / our country. the fact is that when this man was born the civil rights act wasn't even existent.
race relations has always been a deep heart issue for me. the fact that this has come to pass leaves me in awe. i was listening to Ta-Nehisi Coates speak today on npr and he said "if you told me this was going ot happen i wouldn't have believed you, i just wouldn't have believed you" (i'm paraphrasing) the point is that is exactly how i feel.
i was wrong. i said this country wouldn't do it. i was however right that the country was more ready for a black man then a woman but i digress. i don't really know how to put it into words. i'm pretty close to overwhelmed. score one for content of character. i'm tempted to just keep on yapping but i don't have the words anywhere in me. not the right ones or enough of them.
i have lost yet something else and i'm getting sick of losing things. i swear something weird is going on here. i usually lose things just long enough to panic and chase them around and finally find them. lately, i wish for that scenario.
and on the subject of race relations happy MLK day! i listened to the MLK speech today. still chokes me up. if you didn't then give it a listen. try to forget the fact that pieces of it have been quoted to death. it's well worth it.
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Sunday, January 18, 2009
here's what blog365 has taught me
only 18 days in and here's what i have learned: i am damned near close to boring. maybe i should do a spell to make me more interesting.
but on a happier note - my head and my house are becoming a bit clearer. and even cooler - my kid and i took a nap together today. he usually isn't in favor of that. he likes his own sleeping space. even when he is sick or upset he will climb into bed with me and snuggle for a short time and then 'i wanna go to my crib'. not that he isn't affectionate - he is very much so and overall i appreciate the fact that he doesn't want to sleep in our bed but every once in a while it's nice.
oh, so andrea - yes, i am doing blog365. stay tuned for more riveting posts on nearly nothing ;)
so for a while we were trying to find a new daycare for him. i think we have settled on staying with his current one. their preschool program seems to be a huge jump from the toddler room in terms of what they do. i found a few pretty good programs i would have considered but they were september through june. i mean what the fuck. so only school teachers or people who don't work can have good care for their children. fantastic.
i'm thinking i should have a boob job.
but on a happier note - my head and my house are becoming a bit clearer. and even cooler - my kid and i took a nap together today. he usually isn't in favor of that. he likes his own sleeping space. even when he is sick or upset he will climb into bed with me and snuggle for a short time and then 'i wanna go to my crib'. not that he isn't affectionate - he is very much so and overall i appreciate the fact that he doesn't want to sleep in our bed but every once in a while it's nice.
oh, so andrea - yes, i am doing blog365. stay tuned for more riveting posts on nearly nothing ;)
so for a while we were trying to find a new daycare for him. i think we have settled on staying with his current one. their preschool program seems to be a huge jump from the toddler room in terms of what they do. i found a few pretty good programs i would have considered but they were september through june. i mean what the fuck. so only school teachers or people who don't work can have good care for their children. fantastic.
i'm thinking i should have a boob job.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
like a tennis match without the cute skirt
i'm up / i'm down / i'm inspired / i'm the terrible sloth monster from hell
unfortunately i had a gazillion things to say this afternoon and thought that i would commit them to type later on (later being now) but i don't remember a single bit of it now. not a bit.
all this communication is a bit much for me. trying to keep in touch with people; communicating with a (nearly) three year old; work; trying to find a new daycare; trying to communicate with his existent daycare; trying to communicate with the divine for this big year end spell and this blog. oh, and trying to write poetry - well, the chants that i make up and then real; regular poetry. over - - - - - - - - load
the 'rents (dad and stepmother) are coming over tomorrow for xmas so there are many things left to do.
andrea, i hate to say that markie-mark is one of the least crazy 'christians' on the www
and on the subject of christians - imho; a christian is someone who is christ like - lots of folks reading the new testament don't qualify and lots of folks not reading any of it more than
kim yeah, battery operated boyfriend but how 'bout "battery operated baby"?
there is one thing i have learned in the last few days - mark will do pretty much anything for blueberry pancakes. well, that and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
unfortunately i had a gazillion things to say this afternoon and thought that i would commit them to type later on (later being now) but i don't remember a single bit of it now. not a bit.
all this communication is a bit much for me. trying to keep in touch with people; communicating with a (nearly) three year old; work; trying to find a new daycare; trying to communicate with his existent daycare; trying to communicate with the divine for this big year end spell and this blog. oh, and trying to write poetry - well, the chants that i make up and then real; regular poetry. over - - - - - - - - load
the 'rents (dad and stepmother) are coming over tomorrow for xmas so there are many things left to do.
andrea, i hate to say that markie-mark is one of the least crazy 'christians' on the www
and on the subject of christians - imho; a christian is someone who is christ like - lots of folks reading the new testament don't qualify and lots of folks not reading any of it more than
kim yeah, battery operated boyfriend but how 'bout "battery operated baby"?
there is one thing i have learned in the last few days - mark will do pretty much anything for blueberry pancakes. well, that and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Friday, January 16, 2009
pirate blogging
so i'm gonna make this short because i ended up staying at my mother's and she doesn't have internet - something that i actually just wrote a huge paragraph about but erased cuz i'll be nice to my mom. anyway no wireless in the house so thank you to the person who wasn't smart enough to secure their internet. and unfortunately i found out today that my new phone while it does get facebook does not allow me to sign in to blogger. it shows my posts and a little of the toolbars but won't link into them. so for one year i will have to touch a computer once a day. this may change some travel plans.
i went out with a friend from work tonight. no big just beers/ chit-chat. marc caruso for those of you that know him. he too is beyond frustrated with our company. sigh. just not a good thing. i told him he needs to go strike it rich somewhere so he can hire me. i was hoping we would hit keno (jor is it the keno) and i wouldn't have to think about it either way. but, i actually think i have a plan. came to me in the shower this morning. needs a little ironing out though.
i have had two take out sandwiches today; an order of fries; a clam chowder; half a pb sandwich; a fiber bar thingy and a hot chocolate. oh, and beer. i feel like my belly is going to explode
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
i went out with a friend from work tonight. no big just beers/ chit-chat. marc caruso for those of you that know him. he too is beyond frustrated with our company. sigh. just not a good thing. i told him he needs to go strike it rich somewhere so he can hire me. i was hoping we would hit keno (jor is it the keno) and i wouldn't have to think about it either way. but, i actually think i have a plan. came to me in the shower this morning. needs a little ironing out though.
i have had two take out sandwiches today; an order of fries; a clam chowder; half a pb sandwich; a fiber bar thingy and a hot chocolate. oh, and beer. i feel like my belly is going to explode
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Thursday, January 15, 2009
too much too much
i had a very long; very long post but it was as dark as it was long and i'm not in the frame of mind to work out what should be said and what is over the line so i'll save it and hone it for a . . . rainy day?? mmm, maybe a sunny day that i want to make rain.
oh, and kim you think you are cold!!??!! this morning we turned the heat down to about 60 or so as we do. i got home around 5.30 or so. i expected carl around 5.45 so i didn't turn it on cuz as soon as he got here i took the kid drove to my mom's and went to yoga. (oh, and sidenote for you michiganders -yoga is a STARTLING 25 minutes away) carl generally goes to karate around 7.30. so i told him if you don't turn it on now - turn on the heat before you leave. that way it would be warm when we got home. i get home around 9. it's FORTY SOMETHING FUCKING DEGREES. carl didn't go to karate at all. he's upstairs in bed and the heat is completely off. he thought i told him to shut it off. are you fucking kidding me?? this is my world. it would be funny if it wasn't so damned annoying. 2+ hours later with the heat at . . . whatever number is at the end of the dial and it is nearly 65 degrees. oh, there's a heatwave now. coruse, i say near 65 i mean downstairs which means that unless i had shut the vents upstairs it would be 112 up there because the heat regulation in this place suuuuuhhhhhuuucks assssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
i got my new phone today. a blackberry curve. the jury is still out whether i like it or not but what with it being free and all i suppose i shouldn't give too much of a crap. but carl has an iphone and (great big pouty face) i WANT ONE!! the curve takes shitty ass pictures.
OMG - so this woman at work sent out this http://www.socon.ca/or_bust/?p=1471
not that link - the content of it. there are so many thing wrong both with the fact that it was sent out but the content is just crazy. i don't mean just the fact that my opinion is not in line with it. i mean more the part where it is a crap loade of false info. the government forcing abortions?? right. fucking crazy people. i suggested we start a novena to stop the fucking of little boys by grown priests. now that's irony you can sink your teeth into!!
honestly, you know what is the most upsetting thing about the above? that if i sent out it's opposite it would never have flown. i don't blame " the administration " for that. HR would have been happy to take a formal complaint from me. my point is that us commie pinko liberal destroying american godless blahdey blahs really aren't nearly as interested in busting people's balls. i know that woman was only doing what she felt right and if i find it a bit on the hateful side well, hell, everyone has an opinion . . . and an asshole . . . she was just kind enough to show a little of both ;)
my fingers are nearly thawed and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
oh, and kim you think you are cold!!??!! this morning we turned the heat down to about 60 or so as we do. i got home around 5.30 or so. i expected carl around 5.45 so i didn't turn it on cuz as soon as he got here i took the kid drove to my mom's and went to yoga. (oh, and sidenote for you michiganders -yoga is a STARTLING 25 minutes away) carl generally goes to karate around 7.30. so i told him if you don't turn it on now - turn on the heat before you leave. that way it would be warm when we got home. i get home around 9. it's FORTY SOMETHING FUCKING DEGREES. carl didn't go to karate at all. he's upstairs in bed and the heat is completely off. he thought i told him to shut it off. are you fucking kidding me?? this is my world. it would be funny if it wasn't so damned annoying. 2+ hours later with the heat at . . . whatever number is at the end of the dial and it is nearly 65 degrees. oh, there's a heatwave now. coruse, i say near 65 i mean downstairs which means that unless i had shut the vents upstairs it would be 112 up there because the heat regulation in this place suuuuuhhhhhuuucks assssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
i got my new phone today. a blackberry curve. the jury is still out whether i like it or not but what with it being free and all i suppose i shouldn't give too much of a crap. but carl has an iphone and (great big pouty face) i WANT ONE!! the curve takes shitty ass pictures.
OMG - so this woman at work sent out this http://www.socon.ca/or_bust/?p=1471
not that link - the content of it. there are so many thing wrong both with the fact that it was sent out but the content is just crazy. i don't mean just the fact that my opinion is not in line with it. i mean more the part where it is a crap loade of false info. the government forcing abortions?? right. fucking crazy people. i suggested we start a novena to stop the fucking of little boys by grown priests. now that's irony you can sink your teeth into!!
honestly, you know what is the most upsetting thing about the above? that if i sent out it's opposite it would never have flown. i don't blame " the administration " for that. HR would have been happy to take a formal complaint from me. my point is that us commie pinko liberal destroying american godless blahdey blahs really aren't nearly as interested in busting people's balls. i know that woman was only doing what she felt right and if i find it a bit on the hateful side well, hell, everyone has an opinion . . . and an asshole . . . she was just kind enough to show a little of both ;)
my fingers are nearly thawed and
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
i mean REALLY!!
so i was checking out the website for dollhouse (joss whedon's new endeavor for those of you not in the know and yes, i'm obsessed with all things joss). it stars eliza dushku - MY eliza. hawt hawt eliza - - only now we can take one of those hawt's out of the equation. apparently she hasn't eaten since "tru calling". don't get me wrong; she still gorgeous but . . . sigh. her and sarah michelle should both take a swing through mickey d's.
finding all those people on facebook set me looking for photos to post and i did that. and in the process found lots of notes / letters and the likes. it's interesting that life isn't always what you think it is or thought it was - how you remember things that is. i mean there is little stuff like i can't believe i wrote and mailed so many letters. i have a whole bunch of letters that say 'i got your letter' etc. it's bizarre. i barely pick up a phone these days. craziness.
i'm still watching angel. now explain to me - they bring it up but never explain it - how can a vampire be caught on film when so many of them use a mirror system?
the boy wanted to play make believe today. he put on my coat and pretended to be momma and i had to pretend to be malachai. then he picked me up and got me bubble water and asked me how my day was . . . hysterical.
so while i thank you for your suggestions i won't be going with 'i can crack walnuts with my thighs' or 'i can turn you into a frog'. at first i thought the walnuts line was a suggestion for what kind of spell i should do.
i may well change it but for the moment i'm going with another joss classic
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain . . .
finding all those people on facebook set me looking for photos to post and i did that. and in the process found lots of notes / letters and the likes. it's interesting that life isn't always what you think it is or thought it was - how you remember things that is. i mean there is little stuff like i can't believe i wrote and mailed so many letters. i have a whole bunch of letters that say 'i got your letter' etc. it's bizarre. i barely pick up a phone these days. craziness.
i'm still watching angel. now explain to me - they bring it up but never explain it - how can a vampire be caught on film when so many of them use a mirror system?
the boy wanted to play make believe today. he put on my coat and pretended to be momma and i had to pretend to be malachai. then he picked me up and got me bubble water and asked me how my day was . . . hysterical.
so while i thank you for your suggestions i won't be going with 'i can crack walnuts with my thighs' or 'i can turn you into a frog'. at first i thought the walnuts line was a suggestion for what kind of spell i should do.
i may well change it but for the moment i'm going with another joss classic
Also . . . I can kill you with my brain . . .
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
whoa; hey kim, i just realized it worked!
i did that spell for you and it worked!! i didn't ask for a new house for you because i wasn't sure how to work around all the nooks and crannies of that. so what i wrote out was that i wanted you to have a house with more space (that way left it open to your house or a new house). between your brother and your armoire . . . yay! actually, truth be told in my mind i specifically asked that your brother leave - just didn't write that part down. i know it's not a perfect world but that's not what i asked for.
so the details aren't completely hammered out but i have come up with a spell for my year and a day test. i am going to do a conversion spell. i need to lose weight. also, part of my belief in witchcraft and magic is that it is very closely related to the principals of science. so, operating on the idea that matter can not be created or destroyed - i am going to do a spell to aid in my weight loss and convert the 'mass' into energy that i will use to address getting some shit done. that's where it breaks down a little / the part about what to get done. i'll keep you posted. it's just there are so many things that i would like to do that i feel like there must be some underlying thing - courage; confidence idk something like that.
the other girl - jess had her full moon circle tonight and the working she did was to remove unwanted qualities from ourselves so i'm hoping that will help out with my final spell.
in other news . . . i almost burned down our house today. gave the chicken thighs a little fry before baking them. so then i put them in the oven forgot to turn off the burner put the oven mitt on top of the burner and walked away to watch angel (did i already tell you that carl bought me the angel series?) then it smelled a little burny. at first i thought maybe just a little drip from the chicken. mmm, no wait, the chicken was in a baking dish. hmmm i should get up. thank goddess those things are flame retardant cuz it was burned almost all the way through but not flaming but the smoke was choking me me eyes burned. it was almost scary. would have ben more so if the kid wasn't snoozing.
so back to joss whedon world as all things must eventually come. i just watched an angel episode where buffy comes to town. it's funny; overall i never really liked buffy - the character; not the show. and that's what's weird. i loved the show but the character - kinda blah and not just in the she was the only one i didn't really want to see naked; at least not after season two. i mean really couldn't someone get that bitch a cheeseburger. anywhooooooooo - not only was she kind of blah with slightly annoying mannerisms but she was usually wrong about things. i'm not saying i didn't like her at all but . . .
i have one final question. why am i the only person on earth that actually gets hungry on codeine or similar meds?
ya know, i'm thinking i should have a sign off like booya.
so the details aren't completely hammered out but i have come up with a spell for my year and a day test. i am going to do a conversion spell. i need to lose weight. also, part of my belief in witchcraft and magic is that it is very closely related to the principals of science. so, operating on the idea that matter can not be created or destroyed - i am going to do a spell to aid in my weight loss and convert the 'mass' into energy that i will use to address getting some shit done. that's where it breaks down a little / the part about what to get done. i'll keep you posted. it's just there are so many things that i would like to do that i feel like there must be some underlying thing - courage; confidence idk something like that.
the other girl - jess had her full moon circle tonight and the working she did was to remove unwanted qualities from ourselves so i'm hoping that will help out with my final spell.
in other news . . . i almost burned down our house today. gave the chicken thighs a little fry before baking them. so then i put them in the oven forgot to turn off the burner put the oven mitt on top of the burner and walked away to watch angel (did i already tell you that carl bought me the angel series?) then it smelled a little burny. at first i thought maybe just a little drip from the chicken. mmm, no wait, the chicken was in a baking dish. hmmm i should get up. thank goddess those things are flame retardant cuz it was burned almost all the way through but not flaming but the smoke was choking me me eyes burned. it was almost scary. would have ben more so if the kid wasn't snoozing.
so back to joss whedon world as all things must eventually come. i just watched an angel episode where buffy comes to town. it's funny; overall i never really liked buffy - the character; not the show. and that's what's weird. i loved the show but the character - kinda blah and not just in the she was the only one i didn't really want to see naked; at least not after season two. i mean really couldn't someone get that bitch a cheeseburger. anywhooooooooo - not only was she kind of blah with slightly annoying mannerisms but she was usually wrong about things. i'm not saying i didn't like her at all but . . .
i have one final question. why am i the only person on earth that actually gets hungry on codeine or similar meds?
ya know, i'm thinking i should have a sign off like booya.
Monday, January 12, 2009
heavy sighs
i spend a lot of time hiding. flash games; television . . . whatever just hiding. for a while i told myself that i just wanted a moment or two alone to clear my head, what have you. but i realize now that i it's just that i can't stand the things going on in my mind. i don't want to spend time with them. and when i am doing anything real i have to be at least somewhat present and again that means that listening to some things i don't want to listen to. that i don't feel ready to handle. and no, i don't just mean the whole death thingy.
oh, speaking of death - here's a funny story: i found a recording of one of the old songs my grandmother sang to me as a baby. it's from the turn of the century so it took a while. anyway i had it sent to my mohter's house directly. i meant to tell her about it before she got it. it arrived a week ago which happened to be 5 or 6 days before the anniversary of my grandmother's death. so my mother gets this package from a small private dealer in macomb, georgia. she freaked. hm i suppose it's not as funny without my mother's expressions to go with it.
well, that was my attempt at levity. i'm just very frustrated. my job; my relationship; my poor mothering blahdey blah blah
i made it through buffy. carl bought me angel so i've started on that.
OH!! WAIT!! i have even better news then that. i bought our pogues tickets today. whooohooo well, for the boston show. we are considering going to the philly and new york shows as well. especcially since i am basically being forced to take 2 weeks of vacation before the end of march. hmmm, there i am back to things that i don't want to think about :)
oh, speaking of death - here's a funny story: i found a recording of one of the old songs my grandmother sang to me as a baby. it's from the turn of the century so it took a while. anyway i had it sent to my mohter's house directly. i meant to tell her about it before she got it. it arrived a week ago which happened to be 5 or 6 days before the anniversary of my grandmother's death. so my mother gets this package from a small private dealer in macomb, georgia. she freaked. hm i suppose it's not as funny without my mother's expressions to go with it.
well, that was my attempt at levity. i'm just very frustrated. my job; my relationship; my poor mothering blahdey blah blah
i made it through buffy. carl bought me angel so i've started on that.
OH!! WAIT!! i have even better news then that. i bought our pogues tickets today. whooohooo well, for the boston show. we are considering going to the philly and new york shows as well. especcially since i am basically being forced to take 2 weeks of vacation before the end of march. hmmm, there i am back to things that i don't want to think about :)
Sunday, January 11, 2009
it's not 20 years ago
which would explain why i have been recovering all day from last night. it was a lot of fun. laugh. a whole night of it. it's particularly warming to be just a step below sister to someone. i did do some venting that i regret but what's done can't be un
the thing with drinking is that the alcohol strips all the vitamins out of your system. in particular that all important, i don't want to kill myself b vitamin. so there's that whole extra dose of unhappy. not to mention the complete lack of brains. which unfortunately leads to bad blogging.
i have absolutely nothing. i'll try for interesting tomorrow. i'm not hopeful though :)
the thing with drinking is that the alcohol strips all the vitamins out of your system. in particular that all important, i don't want to kill myself b vitamin. so there's that whole extra dose of unhappy. not to mention the complete lack of brains. which unfortunately leads to bad blogging.
i have absolutely nothing. i'll try for interesting tomorrow. i'm not hopeful though :)
Saturday, January 10, 2009
you know it's a special occasion
cuz i'm wearing makeup!!
i am going for a girl's night. to celebrate a friend's 40th. nancy, the birthday girl, was my best friend in high school. we lost touch in 92 or so and resumed communication in like 2003 or so. we don't see each other that often. we email more and more frequently. at this point i feel she is one of my closest friends. the shared history and shared sense of humor help actually i don't think we just have a shared sense of humor - i think we learned it from each other. me, her and her sister who of course will also be there tonight. i also heard a program on npr that connections you make in your teen years are more intense due to biological factors. the program was actually referring to first loves (you think i'm bad - she married hers; they've been together 23 years) but i would say friendships are the same. particularly, when you consider we didn't have a huge group. it was mostly me and her; until it wasn't but that is another story for another day. or not. i like dwelling in the past where we laugh but i have come to a point that i really don't want to rehash any crap with anyone. and THAT theme i will pick up later. right now i am, as usual, well, not quite late but if i don't leave i will be.
hopefully i'll have some good stories tomorrow - or at least a more coherent train of thought
i am going for a girl's night. to celebrate a friend's 40th. nancy, the birthday girl, was my best friend in high school. we lost touch in 92 or so and resumed communication in like 2003 or so. we don't see each other that often. we email more and more frequently. at this point i feel she is one of my closest friends. the shared history and shared sense of humor help actually i don't think we just have a shared sense of humor - i think we learned it from each other. me, her and her sister who of course will also be there tonight. i also heard a program on npr that connections you make in your teen years are more intense due to biological factors. the program was actually referring to first loves (you think i'm bad - she married hers; they've been together 23 years) but i would say friendships are the same. particularly, when you consider we didn't have a huge group. it was mostly me and her; until it wasn't but that is another story for another day. or not. i like dwelling in the past where we laugh but i have come to a point that i really don't want to rehash any crap with anyone. and THAT theme i will pick up later. right now i am, as usual, well, not quite late but if i don't leave i will be.
hopefully i'll have some good stories tomorrow - or at least a more coherent train of thought
Friday, January 09, 2009
half a blog - for mark
http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=44095868605&h=mjzSB&u=UZndz
i read this article. it's good - i think you'll enjoy it mark. i think anyone will but . . .
i actually relate quite a bit to what this guy is saying. it's how i memorize numbers as well. only on a much smaller scale. but i often say certain numbers have a feel; it's not always a feel - sometimes it's a color or a shape (and i don't mean the shape of the number). i'm usually only aware of it though when it comes to trying to remember a number. i'll find myself knowing that it is wrong when i think - no, i remember his number was softer than that or the phone number was more cohesive (meaning the numbers all had a similiar feel to them or went in a progression of color etc)
so maybe it can be harnessed / is in everyone cuz i'm pretty far from autistic or savant.
i read this article. it's good - i think you'll enjoy it mark. i think anyone will but . . .
i actually relate quite a bit to what this guy is saying. it's how i memorize numbers as well. only on a much smaller scale. but i often say certain numbers have a feel; it's not always a feel - sometimes it's a color or a shape (and i don't mean the shape of the number). i'm usually only aware of it though when it comes to trying to remember a number. i'll find myself knowing that it is wrong when i think - no, i remember his number was softer than that or the phone number was more cohesive (meaning the numbers all had a similiar feel to them or went in a progression of color etc)
so maybe it can be harnessed / is in everyone cuz i'm pretty far from autistic or savant.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
French - Blech
so - three weeks without yoga is nobody's friend. i finally went back tonight YAY ME my ankle hurts a bit but the rest of me is feeling much better. plus since it was such a small class she went around and adjusted us and stuff and opened my whole spine. mmm delicioso.
one of gideon's friends on facebook put a post on today that she was listening to fire and rain and thinking of him. that song was on the rotation that i listened to after his death but the FIRST time i listened and thought of him (and cried) i was 17. it was my first year of college. we hadn't spoken in nearly a year. i was on the newport cliffwalk completely blotto drunk - yep, it's just as dumb as it sounds - rocks straight drop into the ocean. and at 17 breaking up / being broken hearted is just about next to dead. that was the last time i really thought i would never see him again. there were other time i listened to the song over the years and kinda/sorta thought maybe we wouldn't speak again but i knew eventually . . . . . . so things come full circle i guess, though this isn't what i had in mind when i thought i would like to be 17 again.
yes, i'm processing and all, but my overall point is more this: seeing the connection between how i felt then and how i felt/feel about gideon really drives home the intensity of the teen years. over time you forget how crazy intense those years are. actually to that end - i am looking forward to checking out this http://www.getmortified.com/ you should check it out. i'm thinking about trying out there's no shortage of angsty teen poetry in my archives!! i'm too tired to explain it in much detail and still get to the point that i'm trying to make which is about french . . .
i hate the french language. abhor hearing it spoken. poor carl actually speaks it fairly well and most women would swoon over that but i have forbidden it in the house. and after years of trying to explain how i felt about it - i finally found a way to put it in words: it always sounds like the upper and lower sinuses have come together through the fascist demands of an extraordinarily tight anus to unleash phlegm as a means of communication.
that's what i have to say about that.
one of gideon's friends on facebook put a post on today that she was listening to fire and rain and thinking of him. that song was on the rotation that i listened to after his death but the FIRST time i listened and thought of him (and cried) i was 17. it was my first year of college. we hadn't spoken in nearly a year. i was on the newport cliffwalk completely blotto drunk - yep, it's just as dumb as it sounds - rocks straight drop into the ocean. and at 17 breaking up / being broken hearted is just about next to dead. that was the last time i really thought i would never see him again. there were other time i listened to the song over the years and kinda/sorta thought maybe we wouldn't speak again but i knew eventually . . . . . . so things come full circle i guess, though this isn't what i had in mind when i thought i would like to be 17 again.
yes, i'm processing and all, but my overall point is more this: seeing the connection between how i felt then and how i felt/feel about gideon really drives home the intensity of the teen years. over time you forget how crazy intense those years are. actually to that end - i am looking forward to checking out this http://www.getmortified.com/ you should check it out. i'm thinking about trying out there's no shortage of angsty teen poetry in my archives!! i'm too tired to explain it in much detail and still get to the point that i'm trying to make which is about french . . .
i hate the french language. abhor hearing it spoken. poor carl actually speaks it fairly well and most women would swoon over that but i have forbidden it in the house. and after years of trying to explain how i felt about it - i finally found a way to put it in words: it always sounds like the upper and lower sinuses have come together through the fascist demands of an extraordinarily tight anus to unleash phlegm as a means of communication.
that's what i have to say about that.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
i damn near forgotted
so, never did find my keys. had to bite the bullet and get a set made. oh, and while you're at it dealer folks go ahead and do an oil change and inspection sticker. so two keys; two tire; air bag signal thingy; inspection sticker. we're looking at about 500 bucks or so. not to mention the part where i spent a few hours looking for my registraion and the little decal thingie that i never put on the car. are ya sensing a pattern here.
i really hate being such a mess. i would like to just take everything in this house and throw it away and start over. bleh.
i have finally gotten to the musical in the buffy series. such a good episode. and kim, yes, i cried at the scene i posted yesterday but truly just a good piece of writing. i remember thinking so the first time i saw it.
i'm thinking i should do something different with my life - any suggestions?
i did make it to the chiropractor today so while i am still taking a lot of meds i feel a little less like crying.
i truly have not one interesting thing to say.
hmm, does anyone else feel a near burden at facebook. i have found so many people that i was excited to find and now want to keep in touch with but i have always sucked at keeping up with the people who were already in my life.
good goddess, i've whined myself to tears.
speaking of drugs . . . did you know 7up originally had lithium in it? why can't they make soda like they used to???
i really hate being such a mess. i would like to just take everything in this house and throw it away and start over. bleh.
i have finally gotten to the musical in the buffy series. such a good episode. and kim, yes, i cried at the scene i posted yesterday but truly just a good piece of writing. i remember thinking so the first time i saw it.
i'm thinking i should do something different with my life - any suggestions?
i did make it to the chiropractor today so while i am still taking a lot of meds i feel a little less like crying.
i truly have not one interesting thing to say.
hmm, does anyone else feel a near burden at facebook. i have found so many people that i was excited to find and now want to keep in touch with but i have always sucked at keeping up with the people who were already in my life.
good goddess, i've whined myself to tears.
speaking of drugs . . . did you know 7up originally had lithium in it? why can't they make soda like they used to???
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
flattery is the . . . scariest thing my kid can do
so the boy has two beaded necklaces that he found lord knows where - one of them he calls slimey (oscar the grouch's pet worm) and the other beebee (which i think is because it is a fake pearl and he thinks of those as beads but it makes me think of kill bill everytime he says it). well, the last couple of days he's been draping the necklaces over his ears and saying he has earrings, lots of earrings, and that he is momma. and then i have to pretend to be malachai. today he says 'would you like cheerios in a little bowl'. so anyway, all very cute but here's the terrifying thing that i have been thinking about a lot lately . . . we have reached the stage where how we treat and interact with him is only part of the equation and will become increasingly less important. what becomes more and more important is how we act / what we are modelling for him. and frankly, i'm not comfortable with that.
i mean for one thing . . . i have spent the last three days searching for my keys. literally. sigh.
which is why i am cutting this short. but as part of my buffy marathon i offer this - in response to joyce's death anya is asking all sorts of "inappropriate" questions and willow finally gets upset with her and the following ensues:
Willow: Oh my God! Would you just... stop talking? Just... shut your mouth! Please!
Anya: What am I doing?
Willow: How can you act like that?
Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Xander: Guys—
Willow: The way you behave—
Anya: Nobody will tell me.
Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!
Anya: (crying) But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore! It's stupid! It's mortal and stupid! And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.
Willow: ... We don't know... how it works... why.
Even if I wasn't currently . . . ya know . . . this is just so well written.
good thing i don't have anything on my mind.
i mean for one thing . . . i have spent the last three days searching for my keys. literally. sigh.
which is why i am cutting this short. but as part of my buffy marathon i offer this - in response to joyce's death anya is asking all sorts of "inappropriate" questions and willow finally gets upset with her and the following ensues:
Willow: Oh my God! Would you just... stop talking? Just... shut your mouth! Please!
Anya: What am I doing?
Willow: How can you act like that?
Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Xander: Guys—
Willow: The way you behave—
Anya: Nobody will tell me.
Willow: Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!
Anya: (crying) But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore! It's stupid! It's mortal and stupid! And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.
Willow: ... We don't know... how it works... why.
Even if I wasn't currently . . . ya know . . . this is just so well written.
good thing i don't have anything on my mind.
Monday, January 05, 2009
the devil is in them
so THIS is why details matter. i was watching that movie 'next' (nicolas cage / jessica biel - dude has clairvoyance but only like 30 seconds into the future or 3 minutes - whatever) and in it they tell the old joke of the zen master and the hotdog vendor.
the way they tell it: the zen master asks the vendor to *give* him one with everything.
the way it goes: zen master asks the hotdog vendor to *make* him one with everything.
do you see?? details are important.
i could have forgiven the slip up if they only showed just a little more of jessica biel's butt.
so i guess this blog has a moral too: words have meanings. and if someone could please forward this little blogspot to alanis morrisette that would be lovely.
the way they tell it: the zen master asks the vendor to *give* him one with everything.
the way it goes: zen master asks the hotdog vendor to *make* him one with everything.
do you see?? details are important.
i could have forgiven the slip up if they only showed just a little more of jessica biel's butt.
so i guess this blog has a moral too: words have meanings. and if someone could please forward this little blogspot to alanis morrisette that would be lovely.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
the moral of the story
rudolph the red nosed reindeer - if you're different people will make fun of you unless of course you can provide something useful to them and then they will like you. before you give me the whole bah humbug lecture please respect my restraint in not mentioning it until now. :)
the other story - in egypt under the code of hammurabi if someone were accused of 'unjustly' casting a spell they had a method to test the accusation. the person who made the accusation had to jump in the river and if he lived that proved his accusation to be true. moral of the story - learn how to swim and then you can eff with anyone you want.
course when they started the whole witch killing thing here and in the uk they translated it a little differently.
one of the "witches" that was killed was named sarah good. so if she was the mistress of a household she would have been goodie good.
my belly hurts. i don't want to go back to work tomorrow. the two may or may not be related.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
indecision
it seems to reign my life. look around my life and you can see indecision imprinted all over it. the indecision is a giant mixing bowl of laziness, depression and fear; as well as a lack of desire, conviction, imagination or natural talent. let me clarify; i'm not saying i lack those things altogether - this isn't a pity party (but stay tuned you won't find a shortage of that here) - i just lack them in sufficient enough quantity to override the bullshit that holds me back. i'd say the fear is the primary driver which i understand is startling to a lot of people but i'm pretty much afraid of nearly everything. i mean not like expressing my opinion or physical attack or anything like that. but any sort of risk. particularly any sort of move that lacks security and / or my parents would frown on. yes, my parents - the mix of the parents that exist out here and the parents that exist in my head. OH and committment - lack of committment.
so maybe my spell should have something to do with that or one of those. i did like scoot's suggestion but the problem with his suggestion and mine is that i am supposed to document it's success (or lack thereof) and i'm not sure how . . . we'll see
i'm on buffy season four. friggin hilarious. "turns out, i suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse." there isn't one in case you were wondering.
so maybe my spell should have something to do with that or one of those. i did like scoot's suggestion but the problem with his suggestion and mine is that i am supposed to document it's success (or lack thereof) and i'm not sure how . . . we'll see
i'm on buffy season four. friggin hilarious. "turns out, i suddenly find myself needing to know the plural of apocalypse." there isn't one in case you were wondering.
Friday, January 02, 2009
the fat conductor
the boy watches thomas the train. it's actually not bad and the episodes where george carlin narrates are pretty damned cool to watch just because of that very fact. anyhoo, the . . . um, i don't know what the hell is - the dude who runs the train yard is called sir topham hat. i was recently told however, that in england they called him 'the fat conductor'. the person who told me that said it was because of the whole political correctness thing. maybe. but my theory is that they don't want americans to know what they call fat. because by our standards the fat conductor is downright svelte.
i have to do a spell. for the end of my witchcraft 101 - year and a day committment. supposed to pick something in my life and work on it magically - one spell or many any type of magic(s) my choice. any suggestions?
i have to do a spell. for the end of my witchcraft 101 - year and a day committment. supposed to pick something in my life and work on it magically - one spell or many any type of magic(s) my choice. any suggestions?
Thursday, January 01, 2009
and away we go
so i committed and so . . . day 1. i suck at follow through BUT this is the year i have decided to suck less at a great number of things so who knows maybe i will pull it off.
i don't intend to write about him 24/7 but i found myself thinking of gideon again today. and believe me - i try not to. when i start i literally just push it out of my head and say 'no, i will thik about that / feel that later. then it creeps up on me. i was reading a book and it talked about smelling the clothes of someone that they were never going to see again. when my grandmother first died the smells of her things were so comforting. and after gideon died i wished i had something of his. bleh. honest to goddess this isn't my reaction to all deaths.
moving along. my body has been in horrible pain for weeks. i am still emotionally recovering from the holidays. i have gained weight and everything is in horrid disorder. and yet, i feel optimistic. bizarre, no?
i do though, i feel a positive turn of events coming along. what's not to love about this year so far - i've been watching buffy for days now - the series was an xmas present to myself. i always get myself the best gifts!!
i don't intend to write about him 24/7 but i found myself thinking of gideon again today. and believe me - i try not to. when i start i literally just push it out of my head and say 'no, i will thik about that / feel that later. then it creeps up on me. i was reading a book and it talked about smelling the clothes of someone that they were never going to see again. when my grandmother first died the smells of her things were so comforting. and after gideon died i wished i had something of his. bleh. honest to goddess this isn't my reaction to all deaths.
moving along. my body has been in horrible pain for weeks. i am still emotionally recovering from the holidays. i have gained weight and everything is in horrid disorder. and yet, i feel optimistic. bizarre, no?
i do though, i feel a positive turn of events coming along. what's not to love about this year so far - i've been watching buffy for days now - the series was an xmas present to myself. i always get myself the best gifts!!
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