Happy idiots

This was one of those days when I just could not shut up. It didn’t matter what was going on I just couldn’t help myself, words would pour out, like a yappy damn Chihuahua. My nose was in places it did not belong, why someone did not haul off and smack me is beyond me, hell I would have smacked me. In fact, I am mentally slapping myself right now.

I should have known this was going to be one of those oral expulsive days when I woke myself up talking in my sleep, well actually I was singing in my sleep. I remember having a dream about some damn folk group at some sing a long. I didn’t know any of the songs that they were singing, until they started singing an old Beatles song. The song was not a folk song, but I knew all of the words. So there, I am sleeping, dreaming, and having a great nights rest (for once) until I woke myself up belting out the words to “I saw her standing there.” Pretty damn sad I know.

When I got home, I noticed my youngest son, who is also a Capricorn had the same problem. He couldn’t shut up to save his life, when he came home this afternoon, his mouth was going twenty-five miles an hour trying to tell me everything that he has done in the last ten hours, in a quick almost incoherent clip. In fact, the other guy that lives with us (my son’s friend) also woke up singing, some stupid Boston song. Now I only know this because he could be heard as I was leaving for work this morning. My eldest thought he was talking to him and started responding. . So, the whole house woke up today talking like they were on methamphetamines and singing. What the fuck! Obviously there is something wrong with us all… or we are very happy people that need to be shut up.

Okay so now that I am on a roll…

On the home front….

My daughter had her second show last week and is selling her work, really selling her work. She is a working artist, actually I can now say she is a professional artist, because people are buying her work. We are all so excited and proud of her, but she is not a stupid girl, she still has a job she has no intention of quitting.

On upcoming television comedies…

I have to admit that I am looking forward to the Vice Presidential Debate, if for nothing more then to speculate on SNL next Tina Fey appearance. Actually I should feel sorry for this woman, she was thrust into the world spotlight, and is the laughing stock of America after only a couple of broadcasted interviews. The BBC show “Mock the Week” has been having a field day with Palin fodder. Her own party is afraid of what she might say, or not say… I have to admit, I am pretty damn stupid when it comes to things that come out of my mouth, but I would have my tongue cut out if I said some of the things she has said on national television. I would also hide under the house if I wore that deer in the headlights look on my face when being asked simple questions. Yes, I should feel sorry for this woman… but she did run for public office. Instead, I am looking forward to the Thursday night comedy they are calling Vice Presidential Debate 2008.

I need to shut up now, before I start sounding more like Sarah than I want to…

On Tour

If I have not been writing lately, there is a legitimate reason… Rock Band…yeah the game. Last week it was Rock Band, however this weekend it is Rock Band 2. It all started quite innocently when my son and the guy that lives with us hooked up the X Box to my television in the living room and asked me if I would like to try the game. I timidly started vocals on medium level and before long, they asked me to join the band and we went out on tour.

Oh yea, you know you have made it as a singer when the twenty year old punks are asking you to join their band. I kick ass it in Rock Band, but now I am also the queen of Rock Band 2. Serious skills I have, serious! There is a little drawback, or perhaps it was planned by the boys, but I cannot talk I seemed to have shredded my vocal chords on our last tour.

Okay I did a lot more than just sing this weekend. On Friday evening I turned my hair dark again, something I do every fall, I am not sure why, but then again there is many things I do that cannot be rationally explained.

On Saturday, I actually had company. The little Capricorn and her Booger Bear came over and stayed until about one in the morning. We watched the first four episodes of season two of Secret Diary of a Call Girl, and then the first three episodes of True Blood. We hooked Booger Bear up with Beetlejuice, and Scooby Doo. After all, we were watching grownup shows and let it never be said that we would corrupt a young mind.

During alternative times during the weekend, my eldest and I went out shopping three times, once for food and twice for clothes. The first clothes shopping trip was to the outlet mall to buy my eldest new clothes, he really needed some pants that fit, and while we were out, we picked up a few new shirts too.

Today it was my turn; I went to Gute-will and bought ten tops for less than fifty dollars. I was surprised at the selection; there were more designer clothes there, then in the queen mother’s closet, if that is even possible. Hey, a girl has to have sometime nice to wear on tour.

Sleep of the dead…

The last entry was a rough of the beginning of a story my daughter and I are bouncing. If we could get more than an hour here and an hour there I think we could actually get some real work down. However, between me sleeping a lot and working, her sleeping a lot, and working it hasn’t happened.

Why is it that on Monday afternoons I need a nap? I do not nap the rest of the week; I do however go to bed by nine, except on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. What does this say about my body and me?

Oh hush, to hear the queen mother say it, I only need six hours a night, I could not imagine life without at least eight. However, then again she says this and then falls asleep in her chair if there is a lull in the conversation.

I never have been a napper, it throws my body out of whack and I wake up grumpy, but I read somewhere that if you nap it lessens your likelihood of having heart disease. So maybe my body is talking to me, but I am just too stubborn to listen. Seriously, it isn’t as if I am doing anything extra stressful besides working after a summer of pure slothlessness (I know it isn’t a real word, but it should be.)

Work has been pretty damn good now the guilt of leaving early on meeting days is gone. Of course, I am staying later trying to get more of my paperwork done at work, and I am still bringing home tons of it. Then I sleep the sleep of the dead…

Fitz and Gemma

Walking closer to the edge she glanced over her shoulder to make sure he hadn’t lost sight of her as she tiptoed over the slippery jetty. Gemma liked walking on the edge, flirting with danger. It drove Fitz insane watching her take such risks, but she was hard headed and there wasn’t anything he could do, but watch. He learned that the long ago.

“Hardheaded people are just like that,” his mother would tell him. “You can’t ever tell them anything, they have it all figured out in their heads, whether they were right or not.” Then she would laugh and shake her head.

Fitz loved that about his mother, she always had a sense of humor about everything, even when it came to dealing with difficult people. His father was stubborn, so it was somehow inevitable that he would fall in love with a stubborn person too. Fitz and his mother shared this among other things.

Many thought this was the reason he went into the line of business that he chose, but hearing the story told again one could see the profession chose him.

Fitz had been sitting outside of the coffee shop on Lamar when an unusually forward woman child had walked up to him.

“Is this your car? She asked pointing to the only car out front.

At first, he wasn’t sure if she was just flirting with him.

“Yea.”

“Well cus, give me the keys then,” she said as if they were truly related.

This woman child insisted they were related, though Fitz knew he had never before laid eye on her,

When he didn’t respond she walked over to the drivers’ side door opened it and slid in the driver seat.

This unnerved Fitz and he asked her to get out.

She laughed, “Come on just give me the keys.”

Walking over to the drivers’ door, he noticed that she had a beautiful smile and a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Could you please get out of my car,” Fitz asked rather impatient.

“No, get in lets go,” she said still smiling.

Just then, a man walked around the corner. “Excuse me, do you know her?”

“No.” Fitz admitted, “She just asked if this was my car, then got into it, and asked for the keys.”

“Man I am so sorry,” she kind of escaped.

“What do you mean kind of escaped,” Fitz asked a little worried now.

“Oh no dude, not like that. She is a patient over at the center. I just brought her over for her session and she just walked out. We have been looking for her.”

Fitz just stood there curious about the woman child sitting in his car with the beautiful smile.

“Come on now Jess, get out of this nice man’s car. We need to get back to the center.”

“But I want to stay with my cousin,” Jess said.

“Your cousin has to leave now, you can see him later.”

Jess got out of the car and walked away with the man, leaving Fitz staring behind them. This had been the first time he had ever met someone that looked so normal, but who obviously was not.

Later that evening he called his mother to talk to her about his strange encounter with Jess. His mother began to tell him a story that was unfamiliar to Fitz, but he was fascinated by what he was hearing.

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life altering decisions

After much thought …I have spent the weekend trying to un-cluttering my life. I started with the most obvious stressor, school. I dropped all but one “by arrangement” class. I do not know if this decision is temporary or permanent, so I did not withdraw, leaving myself options in the spring. With this out of the way or at least it will be once the university opens tomorrow, I can pay a little attention to my job, something that is just a little more important to me, if I want a stellar recommendation when I look for a new one next year.

That is another big decision that I made this weekend, to find a job that is closer to home that pays a little better. It is getting too expensive to commute as far as I am now. I know this will mean stepping outside of my comfort zone, but then again I find that it is time to go back to where I came from, high school. As much as I love the babies, my body cannot seem to handle all of the infections little ones have. I must also admit do not appreciate being treated like an elementary teacher. There is a notable difference in the way that elementary and high school teachers are treated by administration.

Okay so these were the major decisions that I made this weekend… Life is change, change is good, and change is the only constant.

More than I want to take…

My cat has gas… now it wouldn’t be so bad if this 10-year-old cat didn’t sleep under my bed. He is so big; he crawls under the bed on his tummy, pulling himself along with his talons like claws. Anyway, he consumes a giant meal of gaud knows what, and then makes his way under my bed to fart and snore, yes he is a male.

He is also an attention hound, that is why we mostly ignore him. If you pet him and stop, he slaps at you, claws extended. When guests come over and sit on the couch sometime, they will make this mistake of stroking him. They always comment afterwards, he was so cute jumping up into the pet… that is the way he lures you in…. for the kill.

I don’t know if I ever mentioned how he came to live with us. One evening the previous mentioned one nightstand in his usual drunken state brought him over stapled in a large dog food bag. He was a gift for my children; however, he came with the instructions not to try to hold him, as he was feral. What idiot would give a feral cat to children, not to mention one that was not yet fully weaned? Oh, wait… that really was too obvious.

He acquired his name from a contest on the Internet. I used to write elsewhere, and took a cute little picture of the cat on a piano seat, I remember the winner too. Yes, that cat has been saddled with the name Zaphod Beeblebrox for 10 years. That was before the cat gained 20 pounds and farted and snored under my bed all night, now I just call him Beebles.

One night, I thought I was having the beginnings of an asthma attack… I started holding my breath, because I wasn’t feeling short of breath… then I realized it wasn’t me it was the thing under my bed, the one that farts all night. He was snoring as I was exhaling.

So each night as a try to sleep I smell these gaseous expulsions from under my bed and hear this load wheezing… as much as I try to get to the culprit, the only way to expel him is to spray water or air freshener in his general direction. Poor old thing… he reminds me so much of his captor.

a little bit

This is day two of trying to write about anything… I am still having those feelings of being overwhelmed. I am also finding that I do not want to come home after work, and I do not even have a significant other to be avoiding. Stuck is the only feeling I can come up with, okay…

At least some good news came my way today. A year or so ago, when I was not writing, my youngest went through a stage… I will call it a latent stage to be on the nice side. Anyway the little shit I was saddled with this little car/hearse, which became another large payment each month. There was just no way that I could possibly make two car payments. In stepped my lovely daughter who talked to her boyfriend’s older brother and he agreed to take over the payments. However, this was over a year ago, and I have tried unsuccessfully to get him to put this car in his name, hence I was stuck with having to carry insurance on said car. Well about three months ago, the brother got into a wreck, increasing my insurance, since the car was in my name. I have asked several times for him to refinance this car, and finally after several attempts convincing him he could get much lower rate; he checked into it. Imagine that lower rates, he has finally done something about refinancing the car. Hopefully, by the end of the month I will be able to make ends meet again; one car full coverage is a lot less than two cars full coverage. Got to love kids…huh!

My never-ending economical challenges is not all that happened since my hiatus, I think I left off somewhere between the end of 2006 and the beginning of 2007. Many things that have happened since then. I was involved in a one night stand that went very bad… 15 years later he FINALLY left.  I wrote for a while during that time, but I cannot find too much of it, perhaps because I really would rather not relive it. Yes, denial is a river that I paddle down too. I will not for one-minute regret the choice I made kicking him out holding a large overseas plane ticket he could not use. I am sure that was the kindest thing I could have ever done considering my discoveries… I only wish I wouldn’t have been hard up enough to have ever let him into my house, I could have been so much farther along with my life plans by now.

At least during this process I realized that I needed a semi constructive path, stayed in my job, and started back to school. The distractions, work, and time consumption has made all the things I learned much more bearable.

So how did I get off on this little step back into history today? Well someone asked me if I had ever heard from Lorenzo after I told him to eat shit and die… Nope and I am so much happier because of it.

And yet I am bitching…

I am bitching about being too busy to give everything my best… and not wanting to be home, and not wanting to be in school, and not wanting to work. Yeah it is just one of those crazy days….