Okay a co-worker forwarded this to me, and All I could think was who that I know would do something like this:
Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the words
back...or that you could crawl into a hole? Here are the testimonials of a few
people who did....
I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly, "How much do you charge for a shampoo and a blow job?" I turned around and walked back out and never went back. My husband didn't say a word... he knew better.
I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing
for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me. Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "I think I like playing with men's balls."
My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store
that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help. I replied, "No, I'm just looking at your nuts." My sister started to laugh hysterically, the boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away To this day, my sister has never let me forget.
While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler
decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "right now" she would be punished. To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you kissing Daddy's pee-pee last night!" The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me were screams of laughter.
Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him if he needed to go. He said, "No." I kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes
with me." Then I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled. "SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30 people nearly
choked to death on their tacos laughing! He calmly pulled up his pants andsat down. An old couple made me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!
This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2
days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future,likely think before she speaks. What happens when you predict snow but don't get any....a true story... We had a female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: "So Bob, where's that 8 inches you promised me last night?" Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!
So I challenge this: Who else has real life stories like this?
Thursday, March 03, 2005
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
I just watched a movie that quite possibly summed up how I feel about life. Garden State.
Maybe it was the underlying theme of Death, and dying which in reality is that we are all dying. Beyond the biological sense, We watch our dreams slip into this monochormatic dark inky blackness. And we wonder why we wake up and head for the medicine cabinet to choke down our daily dose of PAXIL, Or Zoloft, or Tadaafil(hehee figure that one out)
I was laying in bed watching this movie, and the electric blanket wasnt helping the fact that I had a chill shake me from the inside. Just like yesterday when I realized I am no longer obligated to fix anyone anymore.
And THAT is such a wierd feeling... but back to Garden State. I have a tendancy to ignore the actors and look right through into the seoul of the peace. I hope its not too late to wake up from this nightmare. Emblazened in my heart are feelings of what is like to be loved, and what it is like to love, Its like a love story that shouldnt never been told, and I sit here in the darkness and I realize that I am crying... I am not exactly sure why or whose tears they are but they feel good on my sore and swollen eyes. It has been so long since these have had a a good cry, not over some movie, but over someone. Myself. I give myself permission to let go for the evening. Realize that I Its okay to be human I can breathe once again. The harder I try to stop these tears the harder they flow. Uncontrolled sobbing is not far off, but neither is laughter, I think it ironic that they are so close to being the same. Back to this post; and back to the Garden State., its really not about New Jersey. Its about the how our lives are like gardens; If you let weeds grow in your garden, it will choke out all that is beautiful in the world, and in order to have beauty there must be rain, and with rain comes with dark clouds... But those clouds... they give way to the sun, and life, and almost limitless love; that love must come from within; because only love found internally d will find a love that will last an eternity.
Maybe it was the underlying theme of Death, and dying which in reality is that we are all dying. Beyond the biological sense, We watch our dreams slip into this monochormatic dark inky blackness. And we wonder why we wake up and head for the medicine cabinet to choke down our daily dose of PAXIL, Or Zoloft, or Tadaafil(hehee figure that one out)
I was laying in bed watching this movie, and the electric blanket wasnt helping the fact that I had a chill shake me from the inside. Just like yesterday when I realized I am no longer obligated to fix anyone anymore.
And THAT is such a wierd feeling... but back to Garden State. I have a tendancy to ignore the actors and look right through into the seoul of the peace. I hope its not too late to wake up from this nightmare. Emblazened in my heart are feelings of what is like to be loved, and what it is like to love, Its like a love story that shouldnt never been told, and I sit here in the darkness and I realize that I am crying... I am not exactly sure why or whose tears they are but they feel good on my sore and swollen eyes. It has been so long since these have had a a good cry, not over some movie, but over someone. Myself. I give myself permission to let go for the evening. Realize that I Its okay to be human I can breathe once again. The harder I try to stop these tears the harder they flow. Uncontrolled sobbing is not far off, but neither is laughter, I think it ironic that they are so close to being the same. Back to this post; and back to the Garden State., its really not about New Jersey. Its about the how our lives are like gardens; If you let weeds grow in your garden, it will choke out all that is beautiful in the world, and in order to have beauty there must be rain, and with rain comes with dark clouds... But those clouds... they give way to the sun, and life, and almost limitless love; that love must come from within; because only love found internally d will find a love that will last an eternity.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Hmmmm.... is anybody watching the oscars? I bailed I thought it was a bit trifly. Is that even a word? I thought a better use of the time would be to watch Shaun of the Dead. Good Fucking flick. Its been a while since I saw a really good movie.
I think I am undergoing a bit of cataclysmic emotional shift currently. I no longer do things because I have "to" I do things because I want to. It is a good thing A turning point in my life. 30. and I will get to spend it at home. shhh... this should be good. I think at least the trip is still in the works I dont know if It will happen or not. Worries aside.
I almost frivolously spent 500 bucks today on a laptop. I couldnt do it. It was kinda strange. I could justify buying this machine because I am w/o a computer. currently and I would like to have an electronic home.
Ahh yes I could have bought a lesser machine for a mere 200 bucks, A steal none the less. But not what I wanted.
Now I shop ebay. Hopefully there will be something there... maybe maybe not? What else is going on in the world. It was a good weekend. Lots of Poker, Lots of poop, and lots of stories of growing old. I miss my front porch, and midnight trips to walmart. The sinking walmart. And the truck stop. Truck Stops are cool, Well this 31 year old travel plaza has been in operation as long as I am alive, much like me it took a year off of existence. Anyway the new name of this joint is Gooseberry Farms. Its kinda funny. The owners are former classmates of my mom;s in fact this classmate has the hots for my still to this day..... YIKES.... anyway. I guess I am off to ebay.
I think I am undergoing a bit of cataclysmic emotional shift currently. I no longer do things because I have "to" I do things because I want to. It is a good thing A turning point in my life. 30. and I will get to spend it at home. shhh... this should be good. I think at least the trip is still in the works I dont know if It will happen or not. Worries aside.
I almost frivolously spent 500 bucks today on a laptop. I couldnt do it. It was kinda strange. I could justify buying this machine because I am w/o a computer. currently and I would like to have an electronic home.
Ahh yes I could have bought a lesser machine for a mere 200 bucks, A steal none the less. But not what I wanted.
Now I shop ebay. Hopefully there will be something there... maybe maybe not? What else is going on in the world. It was a good weekend. Lots of Poker, Lots of poop, and lots of stories of growing old. I miss my front porch, and midnight trips to walmart. The sinking walmart. And the truck stop. Truck Stops are cool, Well this 31 year old travel plaza has been in operation as long as I am alive, much like me it took a year off of existence. Anyway the new name of this joint is Gooseberry Farms. Its kinda funny. The owners are former classmates of my mom;s in fact this classmate has the hots for my still to this day..... YIKES.... anyway. I guess I am off to ebay.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Okay I was checking out the wannabe... and she had this post... About Wineee People and I had to say this:
First you should probably read the Time Article... or else there will be an issue with the telephone game Parents are making Children Cry babies
What do you think? the last thing I wanted to be was one of those Bitchy Baby Boomers who complained about everything and everyone that wasnt born durring their time (1945to 1960) If you want to make some generational comparsions think about them? Its going to be up to us and Gen Y to support these santamonious Bastards...(heeHEee) I liket that term, see more about Starwars and our friend George Lucas... you may scroll a bit... to read about starwars.... read the comment.
- AMEN.
Okay, Gen X is now entering their 30's and I know we were bad... but they GEN Y and BEYOND>>>>make the slacker (US) generations look like a bunch o workhorses... I ask you to ponder this. Have you ever noticed that anything that was mysterious, ie Vet School, getting an Undergrad etc... was made out to be harder than it really was? Do you think its human nature to make things seem harder than they are so they get alot of good Pub/Self Praise.
First you should probably read the Time Article... or else there will be an issue with the telephone game Parents are making Children Cry babies
What do you think? the last thing I wanted to be was one of those Bitchy Baby Boomers who complained about everything and everyone that wasnt born durring their time (1945to 1960) If you want to make some generational comparsions think about them? Its going to be up to us and Gen Y to support these santamonious Bastards...(heeHEee) I liket that term, see more about Starwars and our friend George Lucas... you may scroll a bit... to read about starwars.... read the comment.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Okay I just changed my template. I like this look... it coveys an amount of peace that I seek.. or it could be that I just am driving to be closer than the ocean... It does have lighthouses... maybe this is my attempt to be beacon... of truth... HAHAHAHAHA!! okay insanity? I know it needs tweeking.. but what do you think?
Wow what a wierd weekend.
Self Exile... maybe... maybe not. It was wierd I jumped in the truck and took off. Oh, I forgot I have to say suv because its really not a truck. anyway I found myself outside my last house. The apartment.... house... and I realized that I am spiraling out of control. I called an old friend and as luck would have it she already had plans. It was weird being in Dekalb again. I had no purpose to be there, It was funny to see the merit that has earned the little hamlet of St.Charles light. thats what its like now... complete with a mini best buy... a best buy for mini me. Something about rocketing at 85 miles an away down country roads makes you realize that there are more important things that centerfuge tables, customer updates and Dipshit Obtuse bosses. I feel like I am defending my life and all the choice that contain it. I have shocked myself. I finally called someone on their hypocracy. Poor Little Mimbo. Cant handle when the heat gets turned up so he will continue to the next party that will tell him how great he is. Time to clean house again. By May I will be back home. I hate this place. I hate all it stands for. My biggest allies here will underestand that I am not supposed to be here. or Maybe not supposed to be at all. This blog is a refuge to me. I appreciate all the scholarly people who read me.
I was speaking to prolly my biggest advocate from a far. and She is always good to talk to. I have a plan and I tired of my life being tennative. As for you and your strega... Piss off. No Really. Lets talk about time. I live now. I live only now. Soon I will not live. Prophecy this is not. Will is what I lack. energy is what you have fed on me. I ramble too much meds... Will you still love me when its over? assuming that you do love me? I never say that to anyone because when I do its over.
Self Exile... maybe... maybe not. It was wierd I jumped in the truck and took off. Oh, I forgot I have to say suv because its really not a truck. anyway I found myself outside my last house. The apartment.... house... and I realized that I am spiraling out of control. I called an old friend and as luck would have it she already had plans. It was weird being in Dekalb again. I had no purpose to be there, It was funny to see the merit that has earned the little hamlet of St.Charles light. thats what its like now... complete with a mini best buy... a best buy for mini me. Something about rocketing at 85 miles an away down country roads makes you realize that there are more important things that centerfuge tables, customer updates and Dipshit Obtuse bosses. I feel like I am defending my life and all the choice that contain it. I have shocked myself. I finally called someone on their hypocracy. Poor Little Mimbo. Cant handle when the heat gets turned up so he will continue to the next party that will tell him how great he is. Time to clean house again. By May I will be back home. I hate this place. I hate all it stands for. My biggest allies here will underestand that I am not supposed to be here. or Maybe not supposed to be at all. This blog is a refuge to me. I appreciate all the scholarly people who read me.
I was speaking to prolly my biggest advocate from a far. and She is always good to talk to. I have a plan and I tired of my life being tennative. As for you and your strega... Piss off. No Really. Lets talk about time. I live now. I live only now. Soon I will not live. Prophecy this is not. Will is what I lack. energy is what you have fed on me. I ramble too much meds... Will you still love me when its over? assuming that you do love me? I never say that to anyone because when I do its over.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Friday, January 28, 2005
Its wierd to think that this blog is almost 2 years old. Track back through the archives and this thing started as a random place to muse. Then a place to share, then a place to lick my wounds. I happy to announce that the only thing I am licking now is the salt off the rim of my margahrita glass. I guess its time to grow up. I must be having one of those I am turning 30 things going on in my head. Yawozaaa what the hell is that. I am still me and I am still as crazy as ever. I am just a little bit more grounded in the way I go about things. The past decade has been crazy. I remeber when My dad died, and I thought to myself. I wonder what the world has in store for me? I am supposed to be here? why would I stop to think this you wonder? I dunno. I have lived, and I have loved. I learned alot from people. I once thought that my life had no meaning. Well I figured it out. There are a few people that have taught me more about life than I could ever express. Some of those lessons have been hard to learn. I think I need a broader audience for this forum. There is two specific people that read this blog and dont have the guts to post anything. Its SAD. Deciet is an awful thing. I can only hope that the same befalls you someday. Naa... its not worth it.. life is too short. You wil have your own cross to bear, and I have a pretty good idea what that will be. The Sun will come up tomorrow. It will rise, and Today is the best day to start something new and meaningful.
I want to thank all those people that supported me in the last year. Without your support I prolly wouldnt be here. I would still be in Dekalb Broken hearted and Wondering what I did wrong to cause this collapse of reality. I have the answer to that. NOTHING. I did nothing. and thats what is unfortunate. I have a great sense of self-preservation, and I think thats why I am here today. Bahz Lerhmann said it best, when he said... the race is long, sometimes your ahead, sometimes your behind, when its all said and done the race is with yourself.
I want to thank all those people that supported me in the last year. Without your support I prolly wouldnt be here. I would still be in Dekalb Broken hearted and Wondering what I did wrong to cause this collapse of reality. I have the answer to that. NOTHING. I did nothing. and thats what is unfortunate. I have a great sense of self-preservation, and I think thats why I am here today. Bahz Lerhmann said it best, when he said... the race is long, sometimes your ahead, sometimes your behind, when its all said and done the race is with yourself.
Monday, January 24, 2005
So nobody asked what was up with the name change. Luna Strega inspired it. I was up late last night and I stumble upon a old Celtic Dictionary. Domhan Solus... Talus Moon. I find it funny that both Luna Strega and I both choose the moon to bay at. Hmmmm... You will have to figure her translation on your own.
I received a annon. Comment on one of my old posts. Asking about time. What would like to know? I believe time is not a linear concept. The best way to describe time is something that is more like a ethereal haze that encompasses our reality. Couple this somewhat different version of time and I think It allows a rational explanation why people that have passed can communicate back to the "other side" Because when you pass I think its a acceptable concept to believe that the kintergarten concept of time that as mortals we cling to is chucked for the true notion. Imagine the ability to goto any momement in time, without incumberance. Goto the moment of your birth, and see it, goto your first kiss, your first day of school etc.
I dont know if I would say I was intellegent, most people may disagree with that notion. while others would agree. I like to look at reality skewed. This spin on reality is what has gotten me in trouble as of late.
Those of you who watch TV. and Know me. I pose a question.. Medium. Art immitating life or Life immitating art?
So my annon. Commentor, Leave me your indentity, that is unless I already know you and your trying to bate me into a discussion. I can have dinner with bannana hands if I want. So go spend 600 dollars for his self help cds. I can meet him first hand. Arent you satisfied with the results of your plunder. I need to thank you. You gave me the freedom of not having to support someone in my greatest time and need, The albatross is truly yours now, and I dont need or want it back. Invest in a home waxing kit, maybe that will get you past the treasure trail. YIKES.
If my annon. Commentor is truly a contemporary of Ultra concentrated KMl , I aplogize whole heartedly, your comment was in a vane, much like a a former acquaintence, that lacks morales, and generally fancies himself an extremely intellegent person, I would never impune his intellgence, It could be considered more Rainman like.
So my annon. Commentor Open up the curtain and reveal you indentity.
I dont know if I would say I was intellegent, most people may disagree with that notion. while others would agree. I like to look at reality skewed. This spin on reality is what has gotten me in trouble as of late.
Those of you who watch TV. and Know me. I pose a question.. Medium. Art immitating life or Life immitating art?
So my annon. Commentor, Leave me your indentity, that is unless I already know you and your trying to bate me into a discussion. I can have dinner with bannana hands if I want. So go spend 600 dollars for his self help cds. I can meet him first hand. Arent you satisfied with the results of your plunder. I need to thank you. You gave me the freedom of not having to support someone in my greatest time and need, The albatross is truly yours now, and I dont need or want it back. Invest in a home waxing kit, maybe that will get you past the treasure trail. YIKES.
If my annon. Commentor is truly a contemporary of Ultra concentrated KMl , I aplogize whole heartedly, your comment was in a vane, much like a a former acquaintence, that lacks morales, and generally fancies himself an extremely intellegent person, I would never impune his intellgence, It could be considered more Rainman like.
So my annon. Commentor Open up the curtain and reveal you indentity.
Friday, January 21, 2005
Big Five Word Test Results |
Extroversion (81%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity. Friendliness (52%) medium which suggests you are moderately kind natured, trusting, and helpful while still maintaining your own interests. Orderliness (25%) low which suggests you are overly flexible, random, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense too often of structure, reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. Emotional Stability (43%) moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. Openmindedness (62%) moderately high which suggests you are intellectual, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical. |
personality tests by similarminds.com
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
They say time heals All Wounds.
I have tendancy to believe them. I am feeling optimistic as of late, which is something new for me. Driving to work today I put my life into prospective, I had another friend dissappoint me again yesterday. I am getting tired of this. I guess I need to make better choices in friends. I really sound like the Dennis's when I say this but I really think the only person you can count on is yourself. Small minded red-neck voice checking in today apparently. YIKES... Driving to work this morning I also realized how small my car is. It seemed much bigger than before. All I can say is I love stick shift.
I want to leave town for the weekend. I miss Friday night movie night at the Uncles, and I miss Chicken Parm subs.
Why do people intentionally hurt people? I just dont get it.
In other news
Theres a couple of cool blogs I have tripped over, I was randoming surfing, and I came across them..
The Complainer --
I read this and almost fell off my chair.
Time Matters --
Another blog that I stumbled on. I like it because its insightful, and down to earth at the same time. I have posted on some of the more interesting topics, causing a sexist war because I claim that women control men via sex, and that married people are inheriently unhappy.
Does anybody read this? I am kinda bummed I never get any comments.
I have tendancy to believe them. I am feeling optimistic as of late, which is something new for me. Driving to work today I put my life into prospective, I had another friend dissappoint me again yesterday. I am getting tired of this. I guess I need to make better choices in friends. I really sound like the Dennis's when I say this but I really think the only person you can count on is yourself. Small minded red-neck voice checking in today apparently. YIKES... Driving to work this morning I also realized how small my car is. It seemed much bigger than before. All I can say is I love stick shift.
I want to leave town for the weekend. I miss Friday night movie night at the Uncles, and I miss Chicken Parm subs.
Why do people intentionally hurt people? I just dont get it.
In other news
Theres a couple of cool blogs I have tripped over, I was randoming surfing, and I came across them..
The Complainer --
I read this and almost fell off my chair.
Time Matters --
Another blog that I stumbled on. I like it because its insightful, and down to earth at the same time. I have posted on some of the more interesting topics, causing a sexist war because I claim that women control men via sex, and that married people are inheriently unhappy.
Does anybody read this? I am kinda bummed I never get any comments.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
Time for some great thoughts.
I hate the thought of having resolutions but here goes:
1. I resolve that when someone hurts me that I will let them know instead of walking away. While emotionally it is much eaiser to cut someone out. The I think the trade of immediate pain is worth the long-term closure.
2. I am more open to opportunities to let things Go. If I cant control it let it go. Easier said than done.
3. I aspire actually live here, and not try to transfix myself in Tremont. Again eaiser said than done.
4. I am not going to put up these angery bitter posts. They do nothing except make me relive the hurt every time I read them.
5. I am going to accept love into my heart. Love for myself. love for others. and for once, take my own needs into account when I do something for others.
6. I want to be a less judgemental friend. I argue this point helplessly. when the people around you do stupid things I always support then lambast, I need to better @ support and drop the lambast.
7. Blog more. I feel much better after I write.
8. Take classes, this time for something I enjoy. Look out SC! Hopefully I will have a partner in crime to play off of.
9. Realize that when someone hurts you they are really hurting themselves. Allowing someone to shape their own destiny.... shouldnt be my concern.
10. Spend time talking about something more meaningful with people, Talk more about ideas than the people and how those ideas shape reality.
11. Visit home more often. Apreciate simplicity. embrace my future and because when I look behind me. I am already further than I thought I could be.
I hate the thought of having resolutions but here goes:
1. I resolve that when someone hurts me that I will let them know instead of walking away. While emotionally it is much eaiser to cut someone out. The I think the trade of immediate pain is worth the long-term closure.
2. I am more open to opportunities to let things Go. If I cant control it let it go. Easier said than done.
3. I aspire actually live here, and not try to transfix myself in Tremont. Again eaiser said than done.
4. I am not going to put up these angery bitter posts. They do nothing except make me relive the hurt every time I read them.
5. I am going to accept love into my heart. Love for myself. love for others. and for once, take my own needs into account when I do something for others.
6. I want to be a less judgemental friend. I argue this point helplessly. when the people around you do stupid things I always support then lambast, I need to better @ support and drop the lambast.
7. Blog more. I feel much better after I write.
8. Take classes, this time for something I enjoy. Look out SC! Hopefully I will have a partner in crime to play off of.
9. Realize that when someone hurts you they are really hurting themselves. Allowing someone to shape their own destiny.... shouldnt be my concern.
10. Spend time talking about something more meaningful with people, Talk more about ideas than the people and how those ideas shape reality.
11. Visit home more often. Apreciate simplicity. embrace my future and because when I look behind me. I am already further than I thought I could be.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
It's time for your coming out party, Pisces. Please schedule this tenderly shocking passage for sometime in the next three weeks: your emergence from the shadows, your escape from the past, your repudiation of volunteer slavery, your graduation from the amateur ranks, or your liberation from a persona that doesn't suit you any more. Do it with a sly and artful ritual of transgression or do it with an exuberant burst of joyful release, but do it. The future is calling you too loudly to resist any longer.
ripped from freewill astrology... I think this is too funny. Its 330a and I am reading my horoscope... I got your message kimmie! Thanks for the cool link to these really thoughtful horoscopes! I thnk the exclaimation point is highly under used!!!!!
See!
Oh SIGI!
~~~the following for was TAGALOG for OH MAN!
ripped from freewill astrology... I think this is too funny. Its 330a and I am reading my horoscope... I got your message kimmie! Thanks for the cool link to these really thoughtful horoscopes! I thnk the exclaimation point is highly under used!!!!!
See!
Oh SIGI!
~~~the following for was TAGALOG for OH MAN!
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Wow two post such little time.
I cant sleep. This is a first. usually I am so tired my head hits the pillow and I am out. New DVD carousel makes late night movies easier to watch. Choked down two days after last week.. or for you normal people The day after tomarrow. Yikes. The first time I saw I can remeber rooting for the storm.. Actually We did. It was kinda distrubing because One of the Scottish Scientist was also the campaign manager in Primary Colors. Another on my filler movie list, In the DVD realm I found it necessary to buy another addition to my rack... Bringing the total discs upto 158... Not bad for one year... but when you buy them 3 at a crack... What can I say. but YIKES!
Enough of that shit. I say. I wanted to post something happy and there is something. This holiday season came and went I am glad to still be here, While I would rather be in Tremont. It clear whatever is keeping me here has a while longer to cook. I sometimes think Dear ole mum is not the only one I have to support. Its like I go away for a week and reason who really misses me. Not that I am all that important but its good to have a bit of the george bailey thing going on once in a while. It 33oam and because of the foot of snow that fell here, Its as bright as 630am. Which is fucking up sleep shedule I think. either that its all the caffiene I had right before bed... Fuck that... I am not so old that I have to lay off the caffiene more like I just need to take more tylenol pm... or as I have grown to know it benadryl. What to do next... I wonder this weekend is starting to fizzle already. Damnit... I need a weekend of excess. Lots of excess. I so wanted to hang out with Kimmmieeee this weekend, actually holiday week and that never quite materialized. I was really quite touched when I was reading other blogs and noticed that she has a link fo r this page on hers... That made me laugh... I thought this space for for my own tortured soul and have nobody else read it... ITs not like this crap is any good. Its stream of consciencousness thought that means nothing in the grandious scheme of life its more like kindergarten sand box play. I mean I have read her stuff, as well a her friends and to be counted among some more polished well read people suprises me. When I am feeling truly lost I dig up some blue and read about the immortal candle party. and the several bottle of Merlot that were prescribed to Kill the pain. Wow that seems so long ago, and I think how different I am now yet I am still the same in many ways.
Refering to my last post, I have to think that there is something I would never be and that is well read. Not that that is a bad thing I just wish the clutter in my head would straighten itself up as if I could make room to move my files where they need to be. Reading is too much of an orderly discipline. Discipline I see to have in short supply. I was giving serious thought about becoming a writer full time. I think comedy is where I need to be. Or least in radio. I have to do something about this. I had an ephinay (spelling sucks here get used to It) and I decided I could be as funny as any of these hacks in Chicago Radio. I am waay funnier than MANCOW, and well Howard Stern was be retiring soon, I think I could carry that torch... Its just to figure out how 2 get2 there from here. My one link to radio was broken six years ago, I dont think I want to repair it.
I think I need to develop an act... and try an open mic night. I think after I relocate, I am going to have to go take classes at 2nd city. After all if the self involved bitchy Head Case Angela can have her own production company, and star in her own show, then well. So can I, I have much more talent that her, and I just need an outlet this energy, my talents are being wasted, and I feel like I need to do something. An Actor? maybe prolly not though, I loved improv. I unlocked my "tortured" soul into and let my mind run free. Yeah I think thats it... writer, poet, artistian.
Poor GTP... thought he was doing a good job of things. Caught him in another lie... I wonder if he will ever tell me about Him and the Cum Receptacle. I just sent him an Im... this is hunch that must play out. Yikes. I guess I have to know when its over... My head is swimiing... The best thing that Ever happened to me was meeting Joe Martinet. He was a pivot person in my life. without him I would not know many people... too bad his just a distant memory
I cant sleep. This is a first. usually I am so tired my head hits the pillow and I am out. New DVD carousel makes late night movies easier to watch. Choked down two days after last week.. or for you normal people The day after tomarrow. Yikes. The first time I saw I can remeber rooting for the storm.. Actually We did. It was kinda distrubing because One of the Scottish Scientist was also the campaign manager in Primary Colors. Another on my filler movie list, In the DVD realm I found it necessary to buy another addition to my rack... Bringing the total discs upto 158... Not bad for one year... but when you buy them 3 at a crack... What can I say. but YIKES!
Enough of that shit. I say. I wanted to post something happy and there is something. This holiday season came and went I am glad to still be here, While I would rather be in Tremont. It clear whatever is keeping me here has a while longer to cook. I sometimes think Dear ole mum is not the only one I have to support. Its like I go away for a week and reason who really misses me. Not that I am all that important but its good to have a bit of the george bailey thing going on once in a while. It 33oam and because of the foot of snow that fell here, Its as bright as 630am. Which is fucking up sleep shedule I think. either that its all the caffiene I had right before bed... Fuck that... I am not so old that I have to lay off the caffiene more like I just need to take more tylenol pm... or as I have grown to know it benadryl. What to do next... I wonder this weekend is starting to fizzle already. Damnit... I need a weekend of excess. Lots of excess. I so wanted to hang out with Kimmmieeee this weekend, actually holiday week and that never quite materialized. I was really quite touched when I was reading other blogs and noticed that she has a link fo r this page on hers... That made me laugh... I thought this space for for my own tortured soul and have nobody else read it... ITs not like this crap is any good. Its stream of consciencousness thought that means nothing in the grandious scheme of life its more like kindergarten sand box play. I mean I have read her stuff, as well a her friends and to be counted among some more polished well read people suprises me. When I am feeling truly lost I dig up some blue and read about the immortal candle party. and the several bottle of Merlot that were prescribed to Kill the pain. Wow that seems so long ago, and I think how different I am now yet I am still the same in many ways.
Refering to my last post, I have to think that there is something I would never be and that is well read. Not that that is a bad thing I just wish the clutter in my head would straighten itself up as if I could make room to move my files where they need to be. Reading is too much of an orderly discipline. Discipline I see to have in short supply. I was giving serious thought about becoming a writer full time. I think comedy is where I need to be. Or least in radio. I have to do something about this. I had an ephinay (spelling sucks here get used to It) and I decided I could be as funny as any of these hacks in Chicago Radio. I am waay funnier than MANCOW, and well Howard Stern was be retiring soon, I think I could carry that torch... Its just to figure out how 2 get2 there from here. My one link to radio was broken six years ago, I dont think I want to repair it.
I think I need to develop an act... and try an open mic night. I think after I relocate, I am going to have to go take classes at 2nd city. After all if the self involved bitchy Head Case Angela can have her own production company, and star in her own show, then well. So can I, I have much more talent that her, and I just need an outlet this energy, my talents are being wasted, and I feel like I need to do something. An Actor? maybe prolly not though, I loved improv. I unlocked my "tortured" soul into and let my mind run free. Yeah I think thats it... writer, poet, artistian.
Poor GTP... thought he was doing a good job of things. Caught him in another lie... I wonder if he will ever tell me about Him and the Cum Receptacle. I just sent him an Im... this is hunch that must play out. Yikes. I guess I have to know when its over... My head is swimiing... The best thing that Ever happened to me was meeting Joe Martinet. He was a pivot person in my life. without him I would not know many people... too bad his just a distant memory
Thursday, January 06, 2005
You would think I could manager to post more than I do.... But here goes... After not speaking to my mother for a record of almost 2 months. I had to break radio silence because we were All in Tremont for Christmas. What a mess that was. It didnt feel like Christmas and I drove myself.(I wouldnt want it any other way) and I arrived late on Christmas Eve.
I managed to find a Kmart about an hour from MY HOUSE. Yes I say MY HOUSE because my whiny older brother get offended when I make this declaration like this because he somehow thinks that he is in control, but I digress and thats a story for another post, (or this one depending on time and space allowed.) Anyway I stopped at Kmart to pickup a gift bag and a poker set because I enjoy playing Texas Holdem... I know kinda cliche and I knew on some level the fact we were playing cards in my grandparents old home would get in Patsy's Craw... Talk about back pedeling on her part... she didnt know what to think. But anyway...
I neglected to mention that CD/MP3 player went out in my Saturn so at a gas stop in OHIO, I lost the audio book I was listening too.. and before all your literary types... *Digger Blue* lodge any formal complaints about my strict policy that READING is for losers. I need to explain myself... the drive home always consists of some book, new or old, fantasy fiction, horror something to make that waste of state of Ohio seem like is just like driving up the block instead of an inquisistion or Insurance seminar. Anyway, I purchased this Book, Devil in the White City because the Author was on a talk show I listen to quite frequently, I thought the idea of making a non-fiction book readable and enjoyable intrigued me. The synopsis of the book took the happenings of Chicago and the Columbian Exposistion and linked to the infamous H.H. Holmes... One of the first serial killers... Anyway that digression aside, I set a new record home, that being 10.5 hours. My best to date.
When I finally got back home It was once again good to step through the doors of the place I consider to be home. A bit of a control freak I realized that things I had spent many months arranging were moved, and place in nonsensitcal places. Before I go any furthur I should mention that I was sworn to keep my mouth shut and not start any conflicts. That being said I was welcomed to a spread of food which at best was nasty, and when I went to the fridge it was packed with items that were barely eatable at best. There would be no BBQ meatballs this xmas, just nasty game, and the normal gauntlet that my brother makes us run every year of fish that nobody really wants to eat, but do so as not to offend him. But again a post of his shananagains may have to come later.
My nuclear(Ha Ha HA what a bushism) family was less than thrilled to see me. However my aunts and uncles were so glad that I had returned home. Tremont was so charged with goodness and positive energy and It was apparent that both Patsy and My brother were doing all they could to stop that, I appreciate the fact I always have a plan B. Life is too short and my weeks dont come very often so it became a competition. I guess this is where we pickup the whiniess that is My brother or Sassypants as he as come to know. Naa This post was supposed to be fun. So lets make it that
I suprised my favorite uncle with a new dvd burner. The look of joy in his face when I gave it to him made christmas. It returned his computer back to being his favorite thing in the world. and I think he showed his appreciate more in the action of burning almost 55 movies in the four days I was home so he could use it. Inadventantaly by doing this I angered my brother because I didnt tell him or my mom I was doing this. Shitty I know. but for once I wanted to show my appreciation of the support he offered to me while I lived there. I was even able to order a movie for my aunt who give this really thoughtful gifts but they always seems to be forgotten at her birthday and holidays. So I gave her that and it should arrive soon.
In the week between Xmas and Newyears I ate more than my share of Gas station food. This sounds gross but in reality it was quite good. A chain of Stations in the East Called Sheetz have a MTO kitchen (Made to Order) in which you input your order into a flat panel display. with pics... Its like a kintergardeners' wet dream... sasifies one of a persons greatest needs, HUNGER. and they are 24/7 PA is the land of subs... The greatest is the Chicken Parm from Dimaggios... Best yet they deliver nine miles away to my front door... There was a pizza incident, A battle and the war was decided on that day, but fortunately we dont need to discuss that here. I got my directv debacle sorted out, and it turned out to be faulty hardware. lots of faulty hardware. That being said I got my dose of TLC and I was a happy camper.
I taught my aunt... from here on out "The Card Shark" or "bookie" how to play poker. She kicked my ass as usual. My goal is one day to be in Vegas with her. I think we would make a killing. The whole time my mom sat and commented(those of you who know her, know that she is a pain in the ass) How my grandfather would dissaprove of playing cards in his house. Then quickly retracted when she realized that nobody bought into the same notion. It was amazing how quickly one could get sucked into mind games to slow up the week.
Its time for brown talk. I was able to shit in front of the window looking up at the mountain again, a cool december breeze made me feel so free again... and my spirit was finally quiet after 8 month of restlessness. I dont know what was more pleasurable... the contorted looks my brother or mother would give when I spoke as when I move back as opposed to if I move back... and the quiet whispers to my other aunt of how She doenst get why I would want to return there because "there is nothing here" BAAAA humbug I say. My heart knows where I am happy and that it is where and why it is. again a post for another time.
My trip back was enthralling. Good conversations. Good music. Good Tears over a lost love, (not mine) and the ponderous question of how many times must a heart break?
I managed to find a Kmart about an hour from MY HOUSE. Yes I say MY HOUSE because my whiny older brother get offended when I make this declaration like this because he somehow thinks that he is in control, but I digress and thats a story for another post, (or this one depending on time and space allowed.) Anyway I stopped at Kmart to pickup a gift bag and a poker set because I enjoy playing Texas Holdem... I know kinda cliche and I knew on some level the fact we were playing cards in my grandparents old home would get in Patsy's Craw... Talk about back pedeling on her part... she didnt know what to think. But anyway...
I neglected to mention that CD/MP3 player went out in my Saturn so at a gas stop in OHIO, I lost the audio book I was listening too.. and before all your literary types... *Digger Blue* lodge any formal complaints about my strict policy that READING is for losers. I need to explain myself... the drive home always consists of some book, new or old, fantasy fiction, horror something to make that waste of state of Ohio seem like is just like driving up the block instead of an inquisistion or Insurance seminar. Anyway, I purchased this Book, Devil in the White City because the Author was on a talk show I listen to quite frequently, I thought the idea of making a non-fiction book readable and enjoyable intrigued me. The synopsis of the book took the happenings of Chicago and the Columbian Exposistion and linked to the infamous H.H. Holmes... One of the first serial killers... Anyway that digression aside, I set a new record home, that being 10.5 hours. My best to date.
When I finally got back home It was once again good to step through the doors of the place I consider to be home. A bit of a control freak I realized that things I had spent many months arranging were moved, and place in nonsensitcal places. Before I go any furthur I should mention that I was sworn to keep my mouth shut and not start any conflicts. That being said I was welcomed to a spread of food which at best was nasty, and when I went to the fridge it was packed with items that were barely eatable at best. There would be no BBQ meatballs this xmas, just nasty game, and the normal gauntlet that my brother makes us run every year of fish that nobody really wants to eat, but do so as not to offend him. But again a post of his shananagains may have to come later.
My nuclear(Ha Ha HA what a bushism) family was less than thrilled to see me. However my aunts and uncles were so glad that I had returned home. Tremont was so charged with goodness and positive energy and It was apparent that both Patsy and My brother were doing all they could to stop that, I appreciate the fact I always have a plan B. Life is too short and my weeks dont come very often so it became a competition. I guess this is where we pickup the whiniess that is My brother or Sassypants as he as come to know. Naa This post was supposed to be fun. So lets make it that
I suprised my favorite uncle with a new dvd burner. The look of joy in his face when I gave it to him made christmas. It returned his computer back to being his favorite thing in the world. and I think he showed his appreciate more in the action of burning almost 55 movies in the four days I was home so he could use it. Inadventantaly by doing this I angered my brother because I didnt tell him or my mom I was doing this. Shitty I know. but for once I wanted to show my appreciation of the support he offered to me while I lived there. I was even able to order a movie for my aunt who give this really thoughtful gifts but they always seems to be forgotten at her birthday and holidays. So I gave her that and it should arrive soon.
In the week between Xmas and Newyears I ate more than my share of Gas station food. This sounds gross but in reality it was quite good. A chain of Stations in the East Called Sheetz have a MTO kitchen (Made to Order) in which you input your order into a flat panel display. with pics... Its like a kintergardeners' wet dream... sasifies one of a persons greatest needs, HUNGER. and they are 24/7 PA is the land of subs... The greatest is the Chicken Parm from Dimaggios... Best yet they deliver nine miles away to my front door... There was a pizza incident, A battle and the war was decided on that day, but fortunately we dont need to discuss that here. I got my directv debacle sorted out, and it turned out to be faulty hardware. lots of faulty hardware. That being said I got my dose of TLC and I was a happy camper.
I taught my aunt... from here on out "The Card Shark" or "bookie" how to play poker. She kicked my ass as usual. My goal is one day to be in Vegas with her. I think we would make a killing. The whole time my mom sat and commented(those of you who know her, know that she is a pain in the ass) How my grandfather would dissaprove of playing cards in his house. Then quickly retracted when she realized that nobody bought into the same notion. It was amazing how quickly one could get sucked into mind games to slow up the week.
Its time for brown talk. I was able to shit in front of the window looking up at the mountain again, a cool december breeze made me feel so free again... and my spirit was finally quiet after 8 month of restlessness. I dont know what was more pleasurable... the contorted looks my brother or mother would give when I spoke as when I move back as opposed to if I move back... and the quiet whispers to my other aunt of how She doenst get why I would want to return there because "there is nothing here" BAAAA humbug I say. My heart knows where I am happy and that it is where and why it is. again a post for another time.
My trip back was enthralling. Good conversations. Good music. Good Tears over a lost love, (not mine) and the ponderous question of how many times must a heart break?
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
I am considering a new posistion on life, or least how I came to move through it. I sometimes feel that life is nothing more than this black soup that our good thoughts, our love and our happiness irradicate leaving the peaceful hope of something new and pure to come. Tonight for instance, I know dark forces shall be at work here, I have confront the cast of demons from my past yet I know that I am going to be victorious I have no other choice, or at least the choice I am left with is that of giving in to this black soup. A long time ago, I wrote about dylan thomas, and the rage against the dying of the light. I now live those words. I have been all but consumed by this place, and I know it, I have a couple of people that keep me from jumping into the abyss and I have others that push into that abyss, you have to love balance and harmony. Two concepts I wish I could experience on a molecular level. All is not right here, and I am tired of the accusation that it is my fault. Do me the favor and take owneer ship for you existence or lack thereof... You can dip your hand into the inky blackness of my soul, but I guarantee that it will irradate life and peace and love, even though I am capable of feeling it, I can pass it along.
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