Tarot for today and it's only 4:30 in the morning...
"An even-keeled approach to romance can earn you extra points from someone you love. Even if you are engaged in a continuing disagreement, who is right or wrong matters less to you today. What is important, however, is how you can creatively turn a difficult situation into one where everyone is declared a winner. Your attitude is the key factor in making this happen."
Well, my attitude is always in question. Right now, I still feel like I've been kicked in the stomach (figuratively) and I'm not sure if that feeling will turn to malaise or sheer rage. Again, it really does depend on which Twin wants to rear her head at any given moment. Take it or leave it, call it pathology or bi-polar, or MPD, or being a woman, but that's my reality. Are we clear?
It will be another long day since I've been up since about 2:30 running anti-virus software so I don't have to unplug this fucking harddrive for a second time in as many months and carry it in to some techno-swammy, who will charge me over a C note to do something I know he learned in Computer Science 101. It will probably take the little genius about 5 minutes to do what I've been trying to do in 5 days, but one never realizes how critical the Internet is until it is gone. What's worse is when it's "just acting up" because you never know if it will be working or not when you go to log on. If it had just told me that it was "broken" on Tuesday, I wouldn't have wasted all this time between ComCast and trying to de-bug it/virus protect it myself. What a parallel to life sometimes.
Well, it's now going on sunrise, which I happen to enjoy if I'm either on the eastern coast or sitting on the correct side of a mountain. However, sitting on my porch, examining the trash the pigs left out last night and the dog shit in my yard (I don't have a dog), and the cat food that the raccoons scattered all over the porch, and drinking a cup of coffee (don't tell Doc), maybe I'll consider tarot and just take it minute by minute.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Pair
How the hell can I be so stupid and blind for so fucking long? Thank God, I've always been a journaling type (thanks to Catholic school typing class) because it helps to have a relief. It also gives me a nice little record of how screeewwwweed I'm getting right now.
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
This was inevitable, but I thought it would be a little nicer.
It's hard to believe you can live, work, and play with the same person every day and know so little about them? Or maybe I did know and just chose to ignore it. It wouldn't be the first time.
Things are already getting better, though. The office is almost organized, I have a plan for getting through the next week, and then we will just go from there. Sounds like the Prozac talking. No wonder AmberGrace is like the dead on this stuff.
This lack of communication, though, will not fly with me. If you know me, not only do I tell you every-fucking-thing my pea-brain is thinking, but most of the time, it's at a dog-pitch level. I just don't care to have to guess what others are thinking or why they are behaving like they are and thus don't want people to have to "guess" what's on my mind. Trust me, it's usually clearly spoken, but sometimes my thought processes and decision making vary throughout the day, depending on which Twin is out at the time.
So our little makeshift team of cottage builders and I meet Drew at the "house". I liked the comment we made when writing to Baby Bro (aka my investor) - "it has adorable features like the naturally created skylight with the oak branch sticking out of it."
Funny.
CR and I are going to have it out about whether to tear down the back addition and build a deck with another room, or reno the existing. In other words, go through the tortuous permitting process or fix what's there. However, when I described the back of this house to Bro, I told them that 3/4ths of the "floor" was sitting on CMU block and the other corner was being held up with a fucking car jack!!!! I shit you not.
Let's see, knowing me and my aforementioned opinionated communication techniques, who do you think will win this one? Actually, Bro is the one to make the final decision and he knows better than to not back yours truly.
I wanted to go back over there today and get pictures, but it was raining and since the skylight really does have a 12" oak branch sticking through it, I didn't feel like swamping it. Too bad the branch didn't take out the shitty appliances.
But, I got good ju-ju when I walked in the door. Kinda like a little house saying, "I'm really just a cottage with a tiny yard on a 'quiet' corner. OK, that's sappy, but you get my drift. CR wants this horrible two story burn job, but that simply will not happen. Besides, except for the kitchen, the windows are new (cheap, but one hell of a lot more eco-friendly than mine), the floors are heart of pine in good condition, and except for that little hiccup in the kitchen, the ceiling a roof line look solid. NO CR, I'm not hiring a fucking structural engineer to come out and give me an idea of it's integrity, considering we are only talking $60K. I really like the idea of working on a project so close to this house so I can go over there during Vampire Hours, which are actually getting better, and work.
Alas, speaking of work, it's late for this possum and I have a shittttttllllooooaaad to do tomorrow and all I want to do is work on my porch and basement. ARRRGGGG!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tarot Kicks My Ass Again
"Decisions on the home front may not come easily today, yet your choices probably aren't as critical as they seem. Part of the problem stems from being in the middle of an unsolvable dilemma. Once you accept the notion that immediate resolution is not likely, you are freed from having to take any action at all. Wait and see what happens before you make your next move."
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Or it could be that fucking awesome banana bread I call a "thank you" gift to the City of Atlanta. I really do hate the word "bribe" since I really do think it's called "DAMAGE CONTROL". If some people understood that 10 years ago, I wouldn't have a job right now, so I guess G is right... what goes around, comes around.
The boys have left me. Am I happy? Let's define "happy", eh? Happy means to me: kicking back with someone who you think shares the same desires and goals that you do and fucking laughing when things do not go as planned.
When you do this and you wind up crying your eyes out, that is not "happy" in my personal Thesarus. I love being told by my Father that I need to "grow up and quit whining like a child." Yup, damn near the big 4-0 and my DADDY is telling me to grow up. Boy Howdie ----- am I making progress yet or should the sheriff pick me up at Branson's house again? 'Course only a hand full of folks would understand that reference. Thank YOU, God.
I'm so sore and tired, I feel like a Zombie, but alive we are, and thank YOU GOD. why do I always seem to hang out with retards and runts? --- I mean, why do I always hang with people who think they deserve handouts? That's a cop-out because my Daddy was the same way with my brothers and me... I never saw Daddy pull a shotgun on my Bro's dates, though. That is a funny memory, whatchin' Joe Mac run down the drive way while my Daddy was loading his 12 gauge.
Oh and lest we forget the most pleasant family moment when I found second base for the first time on my Daddy's barroom couch. That memory still stays in my mind, meanwhile, I cannot remember if I cooked supper for tonight. But memories of that night with routy's hands up my shirt, was priceless when my Father came in to mix his Gin and Tonic. I'd be amazed if he remembers those days, but after the lecture this afternoon, I'm pretty sure his memory can out score even mine.
Too many meds tonight. I'm really looking forward to the darkness. Once again, I will be alone because I am not a priority.
Simply put.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Week Two
And Tarot for this morning says, "The Moon is in playful Leo today, reminding us how important it is to make time for relaxation and enjoyment. Lions tend to sleep a lot by catching catnaps throughout the day. Similarly, we can have more fun now by grabbing it whenever and wherever possible, instead of expecting a more formal invitation. Also, today's the first full day with Venus, the planet of love, in discerning Virgo, which sharpens our already critical eyes."
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
I don't even know why I bother reading this since it always seems so creepily on the mark, but I like the "lion" reference and the "catnap" reference... considerably.
I only had one minor meltdown yesterday and chose to physically work it off for the first time in a while. Happily, most of those around me knew that leaving me be during my "therapy" (I built out my walk-in closet - finally), we'd all be off better.
Here's where I have the advantage, though. I've been up since 4AM (that fucking, naggy cough) and have finished a good portion of the inside/computer crap that I still have to have done by tomorrow. Also, I have a considerable amount of GT work that I want completed so I can hit the bank and the lawyer's again on Monday.
We seem to be making some minor headway with the second house, and watching the roaches crawl out of the projects is enlightening and encouraging. A woman at Home Depot yesterday morning was talking to another one and it went something like this:
Woman 1: You live on Englewood or IN Englewood (there's a slight difference as "IN" Englewood means the AHA Projects).
Woman 2: IN Englewood.
Woman 1: And you gotta move out?
Woman 2: Yeah.
Woman 1: That sucks.
Susan: That's FUCKING AWESOME!
Ok, so I didn't want to get shot so I actually didn't say anything, but I did a very short tap dance out in the parking lot. I'm so fucking sick and tired of apathetic, useless people ---- trust me, I don't give a shit about colour, but L-A-Z-Y really pisses me off.
I had a chat with my Good Neighbour, Miss Ann. We were out in my front yard and I stopped her and asked her something about the 'hood. About that time, her 16-year old grandson came out her front door, head down, tail between his legs and didn't even look at Miss Ann. Then he headed down the street toward the MARTA stop.
I guess he must have screwed the pooch because I asked her where he was going and she gave me this look that said, "Where the FUCK do you THINK??? - THE MARTA BUS STOP", then finished it off with a verbal, "And if he doesn't get into trouble at work, starts learning to respect his elders, and I don't get drunk tonight, I might pick him up at Midnight. Otherwise, he's back on the bus."
That had to be some of the most apropos, poignant, funny TRUE-LIFE comments I've heard in a long time. I sometimes feel kinda sorry for her, but she's actually always given me some pretty good advice about kinder-raising (actually, it's more about kinder-toleration).
The Goobers pressure washed the front porch and it looks amazingly good. Also, the back stairs, but it's actually been raining. Go figure, we've been in a draught for 6 months and the first time I go to spray water on everything, the rain keeps it from drying.
I'm looking forward to prep-ing the front porch, the priming, the paint. All of it. I was actually able to do the closet with donated cedar from a job and dowels/hangers from storage. Total cost $5.35. I still have to finish the ceiling and skim the walls, but that's another rainy day job.
Speaking of which, it is beginning to rain now and the sun is coming out. Someone in this house mentioned wanting to pressure wash the front of the house while we are LEGALLY allowed to water - which ends in 3 mere hours. They were out there yesterday afternoon, in broad daylight, pressure washing the front porch. Not that this is a big deal except we didn't remember that we were violating at least five City Ordinances until it was finished 2 hours later. Here I am trying to get rid of pigs, and all they had to do was call and I would have gotten popped with a either a warning or a nice little fine.
See, it's all this legal/financial shit that's ruining my brain.
Time to go wake sleeping bears and a sleeping bear cub. This should be fun. As I've said, I have a three hour advantage over them and even tarot said the word, "lion", which in my opinion can take out a clan of bears.
Meow.
Friday, July 13, 2007
WE Made Headlines, Again
I'm so proud to be from Atlanta where we have sex tapes and Canadian wrestlers who off their family members. Oh, and Shirley? - I haven't seen nor heard from her lately and I'm always down at City Hall.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Lawdie, Lawdie...
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/07/13/teen.sex/index.html
And the pigs are out en masse tonight. It just keeps getting better, but that's why they invented pharmacuticals. Nighty-nighty.
Tarot's Got My Number Again
"You may wish that you didn't have so many things to do, but your life could settle down a bit after tomorrow's New Moon. Don't wait until you've hit the wall, for if you don't pull back soon, you could crash from sheer exhaustion. Start applying the brakes gently by getting some much-needed rest and relaxation."
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Hmmmm, I don't think I needed to read my tarot cards to figure this one out, but it's always nice to have a second opinion.
Meds are not sitting well with me this morning. Stresses, no food on the tummy, and not enough Pedialite to be able to handle nuclear medication, but guess who's fault that is?
Now I have to go to the City and play politics and diplomatic games with total and complete idiots. They simply do not pay me enough to do this because if you knew my temper, you'd know that I ain't no politician.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
See Where I Get It?????
From Big Joe:
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Dear Ex-Wife:
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it. These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps.
You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore, whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!
Dear Ex-Husband:
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a girl!", but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ... And your silk boxers were $49.99.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.
Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that with the letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me. So take care.
Signed
Rich As H_e_l_l and Free!
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carla, my sister, was born Carl. I hope that's not a problem.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
More Reasons to be Happy
1. Meds are starting not to scare me anymore and I feel better, emotionally, physically, and mentally (ooops, I've always been scared of my mental issues, but that's for another blog).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
2. I got more music today: Josh Groban, Evanessence, Christina Aguilara, John Mayer, James Blunt, and Robin Thicke. Christina's CD was meant as a common house gift, but I really like it. Simply put: the bee-atch can sing. So far, I'm lovin' John Mayer's new one. Also, "A Fine Frenzy" has now made it 'big' and I love them. They are actually going to be playing the Tabernacle in August and that would be a great show.
#3. And on the "natural note": The following is a copy of an email sent to a friend today. It shows how much the medicine affects my psyche and that it's working. As a matter of fact, it's past my bedtime now and it's almost 8 at night. I can't wait until the sun will drop before I do.
Nighty-night
Background: My friend had small raccoons showing up at her house and I sent this to her. By the way, the raccoons were relocated by Animal Control, not ME!
I happen to think the glass "half full" when I think of critters and their parents being killed (my Bambi complex, probably). Anyway, I have to disagree with the wildlife guy because #1 I did actually pay attention when I went to zoology school, #2 I read about critters all the time, and #3 I watch them nightly on my porch. I agree that they are probably 3-4 months old based on what Daddy said about their size. However, that is about the age that Momma tries to leave them alone for longer and longer periods of time. And raccoons and opposums are ALWAYS hungry. They will eat until the food is gone - Gluttony at it's finest.
Feral cats do the same thing. They wait until their kittens are about 2 months old then take them out and show them how to hunt, how to climb, how to do "cat" things to keep them alive. If there are ones that cannot keep up (usually the runts), then Mother Cat will leave them behind and it will usually die, which is why I only adopt retards and runts. That would be my bleeding heart speaking and after watching "Wild Kingdom" during my formidable years and crying my eyes out when an animal was eaten by another, Daddy explained the concept of "circle of life". I don't like the concept, but I accept it (I have no other choice) and God wouldn't set it up like that if there was not a reason He had. I personally think He prefers to have the ones that need His "hand's on" protection and that's why He takes the most vunerable first, which explains the other concept of "survival of the fittest". Just my jaded opinion, though.
Speaking of gluttons, David did very well on his endoscopy today. He's still a little groggy, but the anesthesia they gave him was state-of-the-art and considering he's taken me to my mouth surgery and saw what I looked like (and acted like) for DAYS afterwards, he was really afraid of not just the procedure, but how he would feel afterward. So since he came out of it with no memory, a horrendous thirst, and a slight appetite (both water and food were cut off at midnight), he's doing much better than me. I think I even smell "Hamburger Helper" being re-heated (see the food I'm allowing in the house for Zachary's sake?).
Monday, July 02, 2007
I'm not Surprised
but I'm still just a little bit pissed...
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
This from a CL R&R, but the sentiments are still the same:
Our fearless leader has commuted the 30 month prison sentence of Cheney's homey Scooter Libby. Said the judge had passed an "excessive sentence". Libby was the one who leaked the CIA agents name to the press, after her husband had provided proof that Iraq hadn't been looking for uranium in Niger, one of the things that Bush and Co. had said Iraq was doing, and one of the reasons for the war.
Bush, Feb 11, 2004:"If there's a leak out of my administration, I want to know who it is," Bush told reporters at an impromptu news conference during a fund-raising stop in Chicago, Illinois. "If the person has violated law, that person will be taken care of."
Looks like he kept his word.....
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
My Daddy is in Tune
I'm hearing angry thunder, I've had my meds and the eyes are droopy. Day-Day and the Kid will be here soon. Please let me stay sane.
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Can my Father read me any better? No wonder I'm so clever. Not only apropos, but completely true considering I was called a "control freak, bossy, and spoiled" in just the past 24 hours. This I will blame on the meds because it will be Down-Clown in a bit.
Nighty, night...
THE BATHTUB TEST
It doesn't hurt to take a hard look at yourself from time to time, and this should help get you started.
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the
criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.
Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, then we offer a
teaspoon,
a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty
the
bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use
the bucket
because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."
"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want
a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS or DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Why?
These are mostly hypothetical, rhetorical questions, but the meds have kicked in, I have my music, and --- well, what else can you ask for? By the way, it's Mozart and James Morrison - my own clever little mix.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
#1 Why, does a cat puke or shit on the only two rugs that you have in your entire house? Also, why must the nasal-number blow snot in the cat food and in my water at night? Don't tell me those little shits are brainless.
#2 Why, speaking of cats, can they get high on catnip and we Uprights cannot?
#3 Why, does a woman spend so much money on eye creams, anti-anxiety/depressant drugs - lest we forget sinus drugs we cannot take, then said woman goes and watches "The Green Mile"? ALL of it? And, where's my diaper?
#4 Why is it that I miss my "water day" because I'm working on an out-of-town project over the weekend, but when I "sneak" out on Monday evening to water what few plants I have left--------- it fucking rains an hour later? I'm not talkin' sprinkle, either.
#5 Why is it that I give such a crap about a godamn fish? Bubba's pump died last night and I should have known, but this morning, I noticed that it wasn't working and Bubba had turned almost completely white. For you "non-fish" people (of which I qualify, apparently), this is not a good health indicator for Betas. Pump is fixed, Bubba is better, but why the one day I go out of town for what? 36 hours, maybe? does Bubba's pump fail. Why do I think Jonathan Edwards and spiders. Shit, Catholic school and literature classes really fucked with my brain. Yeah, I said it was the drugs, it was just the private education.
#6 Why does my neigbour basically verbally assault me (the good neigbour and I know she had a fatty going and she was just blowing steam)? But, why give me shit about another neighbour about the one house when I'm trying to buy the fucking thing? Yicks ----- breathe, breathe.
#7 Why am I told by a doctor to limit water when the drugs he has me on create this insatiable thirst that only non-camels can understand.
#8 Why, when you know NOTHING about computers, are you somehow able to cut off your "right mouse option", but you cannot upload a video?
#9 Why can I not feel like this and it be winter for once. The sun has become my energy/enemy. By the way, we are now fully involved in the Gemini, which I am and I take very seriously.
#10 Why can a parent so honestly forgive all his children (not to mention himself) so openly for the first time in 38 years (in my case only, not William)? Thank you and I love you more than you know.
Just so you know - yeah, all those cats that read my shit...Day-day got a "talkin' to" by Daddy yesterday. It didn't bristle nearly as my lifetime of snarling, I was allowed in the room and I actually had experience with these "chats" and I knew what to expect. I think Daddy actually quoted ME a few times!!! Shit, circle of life. But Day-Day had warning so that does not count, and from the blood-letting that would come from me (deserved nontheless), this one was not nearly as bad as mine were
Shit, circle of life.
Day-day performed well under the circumstances, in retrospect, and so did Daddy.
Surely, there will be more to come, but it's past beddy-bye time for me and if the cats don't get "their" treat, I'll get mine. However, mine require shoes to get to the bathroom.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Notes on Tarot
Today's tarot in bold and italics, with my infinitely brilliant comments attached. Shit, I'm tired.
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"The discriminating Virgo Moon assists us with the cleanup in the aftermath of intense planetary tides over the past couple of days. Whether or not we experienced specific changes, we felt powerful emotional swings."
Ya fuckin' think?
Today the energy settles and may even begin to turn inward as we focus on integrating what's happened. Although we may feel the residual effects of Jupiter's expansive energy, self-analysis brings a backwash of intellectual containment.
Hmmmmm, I guess to say "intellectual" containment might mean keeping my big mouth shut as opposed to my regular "emotional" non-containment. I have to make a decision today about to handle a situation that will either get me in a good mood, or get me fired. WEEEEE.
A subtle shift of energy at home may be underway, but you might not feel the full effects of these changes for a while.
It better be "subtle" because I'm feeling too godamn tired and old to deal with any real surprises.
Everything was moving right along, but now undercurrents can be set into motion by suppressed feelings. If you have something to say, it's better to get it said before the frustration builds into an insurmountable problem.
Yeah, well if I did that I wouldn't be in the particular pickle I'm in now. Funny how life will hand you a shit-burger every now and then. MEOW - HISS, I really need a nappy and I have one hour to do it, but I've promised a German Chocolate cask to some of the people I "owe" and - so long as it has not fossilized whilst sitting on the counter for two days, it needs the frosting. Fun stuff at 6 AM, but since I've been up since 3AM working on this total shit job, it feels almost like noon. Besides, the best part of late Spring is the sun at this time.
Must go feed the outside cats and frost this godamn cake and get it out of here. Ass-kissing is a very important part of my job, and sometimes, I simply do not feel up to taking a diplomatic approach.
Maybe tarot is right and I just need to drop this shit off and be done.
On a happier note, my new charity will be the company that came up with a CPAT (I think that's the name, even though I prefer to call it a "sleep machine"). It is absolutely lovely in all senses of the word. I actually slept past my normal vampire hours, and the only reason I really got up was something spooked Anna, who sleeps on my side, and she needs her claws clipped. At least there won't be all 10 to do because I'm pretty sure she left one in my right butt cheek. Yeah, I'm still bleeding, especially considering I have no butt and I think she hit bone.
THANK YOU, FARM EQUIPMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Attitude Adjustments
Why am I the one that has to take all these godamn evil pills - to include some severely toxic crap - to level out my fucking blood pressure when I have to deal with high strung, angry, people all fucking day long?
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
I've tried to keep positive, I've tried to be as generous as fucking possible, but some folks don't quite understand the sacrifices I make for them. You know who you are, ingrates. Both of you really chap my ass.
Now, you have completely ruined my nicey, little Prozac buzz that I get around this time of day. Happy, yet, assholes?
The first thing I do when I get home is take care of chores, then go to my music, then spend more money and time and consideration on both of you and you both still figure out a way to treat me like shit???? I guess I'm the masochist this evening, eh, Mummsy?
Fuck you and fuck your godamn bullshit. If I have to be on this kind of medicine and you still think I'm the one with the bad attitude-------- you're a fucking retarded dyslexic - no offense to retards or dyslexics.
And just for icing on the cake, when you go to an online site for a store called, "HOME DEPOT" and look for an exterior door, the last fucking thing I want is a DOGGIE-DOOR. How about one that a person over 2 feet tall can get through, preferably with a lockset and not a fucking vinyl flap. What the hell has happened to them that they sell Christmas trees and godamn doggie doors?
Now, I'm going to go into my den, with the doors shut, fans on, and put in Carlos Mencia or maybe even "40-year Old Virgin" - yeah, again. It's either that or I go downstairs and get ready to take on a responsibility that I swore I would not do, but it has nothing to do with you and your inability to become stable, it has to do with my love for animals, which I have to say, at this point, beats anything standing on two fucking legs.
Stay away from me because this time I will bite, not just bark. Here's your fucking warning.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Happy Father's Day
A note I sent to a friend today. Happy Father's Day, Gentlemen.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Hey,
I'm never sure whether or not you are getting along with your Dad or not, but today is Father's Day in this country. If you are talking to him, please tell him I said, "Happy Daddy's Day". Your Father has done so much for my family and we are all grateful.
If you aren't talking to/getting along with him, then remember that at least you have a Father. My old ass has just started to appreciate that my Daddy is now healthy and a very important part of my life. When I was younger, he was the biggest ASSHOLE you can possibly imagine, and I paid him back - it was not very pretty, I assure you. Now, we've both straightened out and I'm grateful that I finally have a relationship with him.
Yeah, more info than you needed, but I'm in a chatty mood and it really is none of my business anyway, I just wanted to make sure you passed along my blessing to your family.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Dead Meat
Sean Lennon's Acoustic version...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZU5WNbuZ54g
(I'd post the video, but I'm not that techno-savvy this early).
One of the upsides to being a vampire is that #1 You can get to listen to stuff that "humans" don't get to hear aka, those songs that are censored by main-stream, and #2 you can watch the critters on your porch that have become so fat from stealing catfood that they can barely get through the gate ballasters.
I finally watched how those godamn raccoons are getting to the cat food. First of all, they must have had a showdown with the possums because I haven't seen a bare-tail in over a week. I thought the possums would kick ass, but apparently, I lost that bet. In the meantime, the other furry rodents (yeah, I know they aren't in familia Rodentia I just like to give them shit) have figured out that the best way to beat something that walks upright and has a brain bigger than a mouse.... show up in NUMBERS. That's right, call it Nature's little "tag-team". I should have known.
I watched these little fuckers - literally - work in a group; methodically pulling the top off the cat food bin, slowly using those opposable thumbs that only certain creatures are gifted with, and gaining access to their perceived treasure. I certainly would not spend that much time going after any food, but then again, I'm not a RODENT who steals food from a cat. Speaking of which, Irene should show up in a few minutes and then the WWF will really, really start. She's an old, cranky bitch like yours truly and she not only hates coming to the breakfast table to find her food gone, but she truly does not appreciate the fact that the raccoons take a bath in her drinking water. They probably even piss in the pool, too.
It really is fun to watch Nature at Her best.
I'm Learning
So Daddy comes to town on Saturday and completely ambushes my ass. I even had the pleasure of a "back of the napkin diagram", which he's always uses to draw things since both of us are "visual" types. Anyway, this piques my interest since - even though it took me a decade to graduate college, I still did very well in chemistry and biology as long as you didn't toss math into it. That's actually true, just hard to explain.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Anyway, apparently there is a marriage of convenience between potassium and sodium that we all need in our bodies. Doc has me on something that has eliminated both from my system. When you piss greener than the grass in your yard, you gotta know something is wrong. But, I've been told I look "more rested". I'd call it more, "half dead", but the ultimate goal is in the cross-hairs. Of course, "more rested" could be because I slept for 14 straight hours yesterday and I actually didn't get up until 8:30 and that was only due to hearing Day-Day puking up bile in the bathroom. At least it wasn't cat vomit and it wasn't aimed at me. I've told him about the hamburger recall - or maybe I haven't - but something tells me that may have something to do with his diet.
Oh, and speaking of another thing that I never want to hear while I'm doing this??? "Be patient". I will find a loaded shotgun and I will consider you a clay pigeon.
But, who am I to talk about diet? I have none, but I have to take a pill that has so many warning labels on it, it scares the shit out of me. I might as well be on nuclear medicine. Daddy even said that to O.D. on this little fucking yellow pill could kill me. Guess what, Pop, there's no chance in hell I'm overdosing on this one. One of the labels says, "DO NOT LAY DOWN 30 MINUTES AFTER TAKING THIS DRUG". I found out why it says that around 5AM. Yuck. No details needed here, just think cat and Day-Day. Now the cramps will really be an issue today.
If you want to know more about how important diet is to your health, read this...
http://waltonfeed.com/self/health/vit-min/potnsalt.html
It's pretty basic and actually an interesting read if you're into cellular activity. There is a book that I read a long time ago called, "The Lives of a Cell" by Thomas Lewis. When you think of human physiology, this really will enlighten you to the understanding of how small our universe really is and how much we take for granted the little (pardon the pun) things that make us who we really are.
Speaking of chemistry, I finally leveled out the Ph in Bubba's tank. He's happier and a much more healthier, all around Beta, but I killed one of the plecos in the process. Circle of life? - or maybe survival of the fittest?
Shit, I'm getting way too philosophical in my old age.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
By Far, One of the BEST Times of the Week
Sunday morning from about 6-10 in the morning. This is when we are legally allowed to water and my outdoor things need water. We all need water and even the squirrels, birds, and even those evil rodents and insects need it. The pecans not as much since they've seen a 50-year drought before, but everything else - hell, we're barely into June and all of the dogwoods, hydrangeas (everything), have gone into stress and the last thing I need right now is a 200 lb pecan branch coming through the roof.
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
It is really weird to accept Nature sometimes. I can go out there and throw water on the plants and trees, which inevitably bring the squirrels and birds, which my outdoor cats inevitably hunt to kill --- to bring back to me so as to say "thank you" for the neutering, cat food, and fresh water (not necessarily in that order). Circle of life, folks.
A drought is not a good thing if you happen to be a "water person" or anything living on this planet. This is why I would probably choose British Columbia or the Tropics for my permanent residence. But as it is, I'll settle for baths and days we can legally water. And Shirley is going to raise the rate - AGAIN? If it weren't for the critters drowning, I'd set up the kiddy-pool. At least the mosquitoes aren't bad for the first time. Again, circle of life.
And, it's Sunday. It will be 94 degrees today and if you go into your yard and your fucking WEEDS are dead and you hear crunch-crunch with every step....that means inside w/ AC, reading, nappy, movies.
Oh, and the best thing about Sunday morning? --- "99X - Organic X" on Sunday morning from 7AM to 12. I see nappy to mellow tunes on the horizon and a Braves boy made #1 on SportsCenter!
Who took their meds early?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Nappy Time
I finally got my evil medication that will allow me 8 hours of sleep. Sadly, it will not be the same "8 hours" everyone else seems to think is so important, but even Daddy says, "Eight hours, is eight hours". So, I'm pretending I'm in fucking Prague, where it is almost 8PM and sleepy-time is the one mark. Of course, the meds will take a few hours to kick in, but I'm ready for a long nappy. However, when your breakfast and lunch consists of a piece of cheese, things probably still aren't that great.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
For fuck sake - get rid of these godamn cramps or I really will find get my shotgun.
Then comes the farm equipment.
That should have me up in about 10 hours. BE-U-TEE-FULL.
ON ANOTHER NOTE ----- Now, the (oh, so wonderful/knowledgeable) CDC now says that the idio-oso is not contagious? Because, his new Daddy works at the CDC??? Excuse the fuck out of me? Hmmmmmmm, am I being too suspicious here?
Oh yeah, and Putin and Georgie had a "sit down". I wonder if it's just the drug or do I see something ugly on the horizon. Please ask the Muslims in Chechnya what they think about this fun-fun get together. They still haven't fixed Chernoble, what makes them think that (with Bush backing them), they can fix Russia? Oh, here's an idea ---- NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Unless, anyone not Muslim (extremist--in the biggest sense) is not on-board, I think we are fuck-ed. Why not just take the "tent" off of Chernoble ---------easy, fast, cheap.
That's enough since this wonderful med has kicked in and, well, nappy is coming on fast. Good day, all.
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