My "Kickstand"

What I wanted to say

2009-10-24T23:19:00.001-04:00

I wanted to say, I am not your daughter. I am not your girlfriend, I am not your toy, I am NOT an alternative when your little blue pill doesn't work for you. My sanity has been compromised for decades and its not my fault its YOURS. YOU are to blame for the HELL I have been through since birth. you may be some "different kind of breed" but whatever that is, I am NOT of that breed. I am not your "GIRL", I am NOT an object here for your pleasure. I was not born just to bring you happiness. What you were doing was not "teaching me" that life is beautiful. You were teaching a disgusting lesson. You knew you were wrong, you didn't care. You did it anyway. you left me scarred, confused, guilty, hating myself for years. you may have spent one night in jail, ONE NIGHT!... I have been locked in a prison for decades!, with no parole!. I have written letters to you over and over again just trying to get the ANGER out, the HURT out, with little to NO comfort. yet you live your life free and clear every day no repercussion. I am supposed to just sit next to you and smile like everything is peachy keen every time you are around, but it isn't. and it wont be ever again. you don't deserve to have a label stating your relationship to me you SICK BASTARD. father, brother or even sperm donor is NOT acceptable. you are nothing more than the monster under my bed and in my head. you don't deserve freedom. you don't deserve the air we breathe. you deserve to be castrated with all the other pedophiles. with no pain meds. just stick your head in a vice so you cant get away and have a rusty pair of scissors chop all that dangles right off. I have no sympathy for you. you are sick, twisted and vile!!!. your mouth should be sewn shut with a dull needle so you never have the chance to utter another word or brain wash another person with one bit of the bull shit you speak. your hands should be removed at the wrists so you can never touch another human being again. and your feet should be removed at the ankles so you cant run away when those demons come to get you. karma is a bitch and shes got your name on her list!

sometimes....

2009-10-05T23:27:00.004-04:00

there's a lot to be said for a positive attitude...yet sometimes its just hard to find it... I couldn't help myself when I saw this... I had to post it. toooo cute and true!

HEY LOOK...

2009-10-03T21:29:00.002-04:00

SQUIRL!

JESUS jumping on a po-go-stick! I need some mascara!

2009-10-02T18:10:00.004-04:00

yup... i was surfin the LOLcats and theres just sooooo much to see.... and learn. ha.

yeah... i need to exercize...

2009-10-01T22:59:00.001-04:00

so where do i get one of these dogs?... or Asian men.... either one.

2009-09-20T22:45:00.000-04:00

2009-09-20T21:01:00.000-04:00

nuff said

Smurfs made me do it!!!!

2009-09-20T19:56:00.003-04:00

My friend Persnickity and I had a convo the other night about her strength and the simple idea she had not yet taken a baseball bat to FCB's (fat cranky bastard) head. Kinda like the comedien Gallager with his sledge-o-matic to a watermellon. Wether its those silly morals or the lack of ownership of a bat is to be determined later. anyhoo, I told her i could see the headlines "Woman arrested for domestic battery, claimes God made her do it". She said, nah, I'd tell em Papa Smurf made me do it. This of course caused me to errupt in laughter to the point of drooling because in my head I pictured a cartoon version of her decked out in blue latex (like a member of the BlueMan group) and a smurf hat, dancing around FCB's body and singing the smurfs theme song. Laa la la la la la, Laaa la laaa la laaaa.....
Being that this mental picture occured just before a night time nap, my brain responded with subconscioius thoughts of surfs. In the dream, I had to philosiphy the whole village senario, like, was all the different personalities of smufs combinable to make up the whole of a person? like papa being our wisdom and smurfette being our feminine side etc... As the dream went on there was many different oppinions formed about the whole smurfy situation, but the picture that remains in my head the most at this point is was the whole village gay? They were all males except smurfette... was she a dominatrix of sorts? I can actually see smurfette dressed in a black leather cat-woman suit, cracking a whip at Heafty smurf screaming, "SAY MY NAME, YOU BLUE BITCH! SAY MY NAME!!!!!!!

no wonder I dont sleep much.....

song: smurf theme song

CHECK PLEASE!

2009-03-30T15:15:00.003-04:00

Finally!!!! the ceremony is in may... but the classes are OVER for now. I made it through, I passed my National Board exam, and all I have to do for now is wait on my licence so I can work. well... theres that and the whole "what are you going to do with your future" question mom and dad keep asking. Dad wants me to continue with school. ok... i have no problem with that, im in debt up past my eyeballs with student loans that i will be paying until i retire anyway, so, whats another several thousand added on at this point anyway, right? plus, i have been wanting to check a bit more into that whole acupuncture/hellraiser kinda modality anyway and there are some good schools out there...so...its a plan.

song: time of your life, green day

fear

2009-03-10T02:28:00.002-04:00

does it frighten you to know someone knows you,
almost as well as you know yourself?
maybe even better at times?
is it awkward or scary to realize,
that someone knows what you see, hear, feel, and know?
the nightmares, the screams, the panic, the cold sweats
the taste, the smell, the feel, of a breath
the echoing sound and chills up your spine,
the thoughts of tortures that never leave your mind
the self induced comas featuring daily flashbacks.
it doesn't go away.
not completely.
not for long.
alone its too hard to bear...
yet just as equally disturbing,
its too difficult to share
no one wants to give that burden to anyone else.
who would want to take it?
why would anyone ask for such twisted torment?
no one really does.
some just eventually give in and accept.
its just how its going to be
aching for those arms that cradle you tight,
the kiss on the forehead, making it all right?
they will always be there, unafraid of the fear
used to what is and what will be
stronger than self accreditation,
but aware.

tonight in class....

2009-02-03T00:24:00.003-05:00

yes, we are FINALLY studying TCM... aka traditional Chinese medicine. I have been looking forward to this ever since i started school. so, tonight we had a guest speaker who is an acupuncture physician. she was awesome. we saw demos of cupping... where they slather you in oil and then light a fire under a glass jar then quickly stick it to your skin.... ultimately causing little hicky like circulars all over your body... like getting into a fight with a sex driven vacuum cleaner hose. (not that i know first hand what that like or anything) ahem, but the goal of that is similar to a deep tissue massage. then we all got treated to poking action with little needles. absolutely painless, but each and every one of had a seperate type of treatment and yet all ended up looking similar to horror movie star boy up top there. its was cool though.
i even feel like i can breathe a little better after having my swollen internally bruised ribs poked. at one time i had over 70 needles in my back. the ones that she put on my face and head felt a little odd... but still no pain. rethinking this years Halloween costume now... hmmm get a acupuncture treatment AND candy at the same time.... genious!

amendment to POS post

2009-01-31T15:19:00.003-05:00

apropo....

Announcement to POS punks...

2009-01-31T14:18:00.002-05:00

Feeling the need to vent.
To the two punk ass POS bastards that sat on my porch waiting to be caught last night at 1am, what the fucking hell were you doing? did you honestly think a house with iron bars would be easier to get into from the back? or were you just poor unfortunate souls looking randomly for a space heater to warm your hands during the night? did you know there was a tv back there or was that bonus "score" when you walked in? did you know i was home alone or was that a fucking surprise that i was even there at all? how long had you been watching me perched like the cat ready to pounce?
I hope the whiny ass one of the two of you wusses up and rats you both out. maybe your asses would both get a real date in prison since the two of you obviously need each other to restrain a woman in your presence for any length of time, maybe they'd let you share a cell. is that the only way you get any action? by having your little buddies hold her back so you can effectively beat the life out of her first?? how sad.
the only reason you were on the receiving end of my knee and not a steel shank to the scrotum is because the knee was faster. next time i wont be so fucking gentle. you'll be lucky if you DO catch a fucking bullet to the brain!

i would apologise for the use of such profanity and the lack of an LOL cat, but frankly im not in the mood for cuddly kittehs and cute captions and as far as the language goes... i honestly dont give a fucking flying rats ass right now...

Pyro mania has begun....

2009-01-18T13:49:00.003-05:00

Tis the season for bon fires and beer pong....cuz its cold outside and some people have nothing better to do than to set things on fire,drink heavily and break the "ye old fashioned traditions" of basic camp fire history. I stayed with a friend last night... there was supposed to be at least 5 if not more people all together hanging out and building a fire and just having a good ol time, however she an I ended up being the only two there, unless you count those that were there through the spirit form of text messages. we still managed to have a good time though. Floridas weather is typically known as the warm, humid and whatever.... lost my thought there.... anyway, last night was cold. the ground was wet, and thus, so was everything on the burn pile. however that isnt anything a tank of gas cant fix. we had almost given up completely on getting the fire started with our dinkey little lighters, trying to get a wet christmas tree a blaze. we were going to just go play pool instead. but the call of the burnt marshmallows drove us to keep trying.we found the gas can... me being the less clumsey of the two of us, offered to get that pile on fire while she went and got the nachos ready. thats right, i said nachos. we dont do weenies on a stick at our bonfires...we do nachos... and an occasional marshmallow or two. the burn pile wasnt all that big, just a few boxes, some small scraps of wood and the christmas tree wrapped in plastic... so i doused it... lit the end of some notebook paper... tossed that in and BOOYAH! nice warm big flame! we pulled the car up and started some tunes... talked sweetly to the cows, (which we didnt tip...even though that was discussed) enjoyed a few drinks... and our nachos! after feverishly attempting to continue feeding the fire with gas for a little over an hour we decided to let it go out and give up for the night. so we joked about being firemen... finding em hot, and leaving em wet... ahem. cough. then headed in for the night to watch tv and eventually pass out in the middle of text messaging our spirit buddies. thankfully the only mishap of the night was accidentally catching the gas can on fire... luckily there was no boom, and she managed to catch the toe of her boot on fire... im still not so sure how... but no animals or humans were injured in the making of our fire. it may not have actually been snowing... but with the ashes floating back down to earth... it was nice to pretend. all in all we had a good time and probably will do it again...next time we will add more wood though.

song: the roof is on fire

universal precautions necessary

2009-01-10T15:47:00.003-05:00

sometimes, you can put too much thought into something, and it can really take hold of your mind. this can turn out disastrous, or extremely funny depending on the state of your mind at the time you are inserting such said extra thought.
for instance... in mentioning to someone that i had been in contact via text messages with a common acquaintance we both shared, she asked, did you wash your hands after that one???? now... it took a second, but when it occurred to me the path she was taking this convo down.... my mind being the odd labyrinth it is... took off running...in circles. now granted, the acquaintance and myself did no such thing as textual intercourse, so im really in no danger of any textually transmitted diseases, however i guess a little text-itis might be in order, but a little rest will take care of that.... its the text-ydia and text-orreah that needs the text-icillian treatments and probably months of therapy.... but like i said... im in no danger. besides.... dont they make pro-text-ion for that kinda thing... people just need to be safe.... its a dangerous world out there now a days.

song: text me

C.N.A. (Cat Nip Annon...)

2009-01-04T15:46:00.005-05:00

uh huh... its that time of year again for the public service announcements to pop out and invade your t.v. and warn you of the dangers of doing drugs.... this is your brain... this is your brain on catnip.....

song: tripping out

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! 2009

2009-01-01T18:02:00.003-05:00

I went out with my best friend last night, we were both DD's. She was the designated driver, I was the designated Drunk.... had a pretty good time too, unlike the last couple of times that Ive allowed myself to really enjoy the sauce, and lost touch a little bit with reality, I held everything together all night and was a silly, happy, lil, intoxicated moose. now, obviously, that isn't the purpose of this blog, cuz if it were, well....it's just boring. ok, so you had fun, whoopie... blah blah blah, what? no drama?!?!? yeah, if you know me at all you knowwww, I cant go 5 feet without being surrounded by it. if Im not, then something is wrong. My baby's momma seems to think that drama follows me around like a lost little puppy dog waiting to be fed or pet or adopted.... good thing I prefer cats..... the two of us escaped the confining teeth guarding our residences for the evening, for her... Fat Cranky Bastard, for me... MOM. so we ran like rain in monsoon season to the a little bar, that I have yet to go into... but it didnt look so inviting. Plus the barrage of gunfire outside echoing from both sides of the neighborhood just clued us in that it might be safer to bring in the new year at our usual watering hole... so, down the road we went again.... running so fast fred flintstone would have thought he was driving a hemi.... I ran into several acquaintances, made new friends, watched an o.k. drag show, sang in the piano bar, even ran into a teacher from high school that I hadnt seen in 15 years. As we were winding down the party and getting ready for a pilgrimage to the flaming anus restaurant that we are brave enough to dine at on intoxicating nights, someone I usually tend to avoid because he just creeps me out decided to share something with me.
Now, he's drunk, and I usually dont believe ANYTHING he utters... but I found (in my dizzy state) his comment shocking, yet possibly not far from reality. i'll get back to the details in a min. we left the bar and were headed to the mess hall, and I received a call from someone, but didnt know who, however, this individual didnt know they called me... see, they wuz drunker than I. but she left a voice mail, which, me being silly, I listened to the whole thing like a fly on the wall and tried to explain to my friend what was going on...(prolly not so well though.) and after that, she brought my woozy memory to the forehead saying, hey... why dont you call "stalker kitteh" (old friend) and let her know or inquire as to relevance of "drunk dudes" comment...
so...I did. well, actually I text her first. then she called me in shock about what I had heard. it seems, her ex had visited drunk dude one night and had a fling that resulted in pregnancy. but the story she had from the ex, was that it had resulted as of a not so good night out of state while they were split up.
so what I was understanding her is that "stalker kitteh" knew the ex was prego....but just found out it was by an adulterous act that occured before they were ex's... and not in another state against her will.
well.... after blowing her new years to smitherines.... and randomly since we hadnt really spoken in a while, she says shes going to call her best friend and get back to me.
and this afternoon I began to wonder what had happened with said situation.... so I tried calling her back. Her phone is shut off. disconnected. so I called a mutual friend of ours to inquire about her situation. this friend now informs me that.... get this.... "prego" was not "stalker kitteh's" ex, they were still currently together.
all i can say it ut-oh.
this just went from bad to worse...
ok... and speaking of said situation, i just recieved another call from "stalker kitteh" and it seems that yes, her and "prego" are.... ex's after all.... so....
anyway... this drama cud go on for hours... but im going to go out of this blog saying.... dont do drunk calls. it just aint safe.
happy new year...
and im going to the bar for another drink.
goodnight all!

song: you only call me when youre drunk

mmmmm....beeeeer

2008-10-03T17:18:00.004-04:00

yeah, so i dont really like beer. but in a pinch it can soooo totally be acceptablea beer break.....would be much appreciated right now as wll....hey bartenderrrrrr! oh, and since i wont be typing much after the beer break...ocifer?, hic' cud you takes me drunk...im..'hic....home. burrrrrrrp! thank you and gud night!

song: the beer song

uhm...yeah

2008-07-18T18:02:00.002-04:00

song: take this job and shove it

ima DORK

2008-07-11T00:06:00.002-04:00

yeah i know... i have those inevitable senior moments from time to time... and i don't mean the days from high school. i mean the type of moments where you just want to slap yourself and then send yourself to your room just because you have no idea why you just did or said what you did. that being said, i will not elaborate... there's really no need to about my resent attempts at being stupid, all you need to know is that the task was accomplished well.

although, i did pass my first midterm with 100%.

remember kindergarten?

2008-07-03T23:43:00.002-04:00

To be fair... Robert Fulghum wrote the book, and it is true, we learned a lot in kindergarten, all the basic fundamentals necessary for sustaining a balenced life... like, Share, Play fair, Don't hit people, Put things back where you found them, Clean up your own mess, Don't steal, Say you're sorry if you hurt someone,Wash your hands, Flush, Be artistic, Cookies are good for you, take naps, and when out in the world Look both ways, hold hands and stick together...
I am sure there are a lot more... but... something I forgot to learn until recently is, Don't slam your car door shut untill AFTER your hand is OUT OF THE WAY!

that hurts.

whats for dinner mom?????

2008-06-20T19:36:00.001-04:00

THIS IS SPARTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-06-17T18:31:00.001-04:00

The Mean Kitty Song.

uh.... ok dad...whatever

2008-06-16T17:08:00.003-04:00

So, yesterday and last night, being Fathers Day, mom and I left the T.V. remote in dads hands. I think the channel was stuck on the golf channel or something as we rarely saw anything but that throughout the day from the time they got home from church to the moment he shut it off to go to bed. Most of the time dad has a pretty good understanding of what is going on, regardless the game, even if he has slept through the majority of it. I will say though, he really threw mom and I off when during a commercial, he uttered these words..." I believe if I took Viagra, I'd have to have a Motorcycle."

TIMMMMBER!!!!!

2008-06-12T20:43:00.004-04:00

so, kitteh has recovered from the bath, only to traumatise herself all in the name of luv. yes the incredibly agile yet slightly handicapped kitteh, was leaning as far forward as possible on a table ledge just to get a glimpse of her grandma (my mom). She absolutely loves my mother... what cat doesn't admire the ones least likely to love them? so, last night as we were all watching "so you think you can dance" (cat included)she tried her best to lean into moms direction for attention and as gravity would have it, she plummeted to the ground busting the myth that all cats land on all four. She is ok, pride aside and is yet again, tonight, sitting on that table ledge crying out to grandma to love on her.

neooooooooooo...

2008-06-07T14:33:00.003-04:00

.... said the cat as she was placed into the tub for a much needed scrubbin.

yes, she now has a mad, and yes, that mad is me, and no, she isn't speaking to me for now, but she will get over it. she always does as soon as the nippy gets out of the bag.

herrrreee fishy fishy...

2008-06-07T12:49:00.003-04:00

yesterday i was reminded just how much i miss being a kid. i gazed into the most gorgeous two toned blue, starburst eyes i think i have ever looked in. the eyes of my little red-headed groupie while we were riding a train at the zoo.
i learned "bamboo" is a funny word if you say enough times in a row, stuffed purple snakes are just as exciting as trains, drums, elephants and lazy monkeys and that gigantic fish behind a glass eventually do come right up to you if you say "here fishy fishy". of course you can also get even the toughest of critics to smile if you say "cheese pizza" at just the right time. if you play your cards right, there just might be a huge fountain to go play in on the hottest of days and on the grown up side, it doesnt hurt to end the day with two pinacoladas....

catty parents....

2008-06-07T12:45:00.002-04:00

late night snacks are bad- mmkay?

2008-06-04T14:30:00.002-04:00

Last night I fell asleep with Ally Sheedy, we lived out bits an pieces of our life similar to the movie High Art, but eventually she left me for her current husband, Lansbury. So I went on and married Johnny Depp. When she decided to divorce now said soon to be ex husband and came back to me she couldn't quite get the message to me since Johnny and I were on some cruise, singing Disney Broadway show tunes and hunting for some elusive black gem stone. I really need to quit eating the pickles, pizza and ice cream after midnight.

my cat was watching what??!

2008-06-03T21:08:00.004-04:00

Greetings from the ol' folks home... I actually ventured out today and had conversation with someone my own age... it was a bit of culture shock but thoroughly enjoyed. Although, while I was out, my mother and father apparently had a day. The highlight of it seemed to be the failure of dad attempting to make dinner, since the bad child that I am, wasn't home on time. (I was stuck in a storm, in 5 o'clock traffic, behind three different accidents....) Dad apparently decided to warm something that was far past edible for the two of them to eat. He was lucky enough however , not to burn his fingers.
So, for the remainder of this evening mom has been filling me on on grocery shopping at the base 101 for tomorrows field trip. It ought to be fun to watch me an dad bumble our way though that tomorrow. I've also gotten filled in on every conversation and miscommunication that the two of them had while I was gone. ooooooo joyous. gotta love my folks though, they find the oddest things to quarl about. Today it was mom wanting to make it into the kitchen for a bite to eat. She wasn't going to be in there for long, but the usual routine is get up, shut off the soap opera in the living room and turn it on in the kitchen. mom has had a bit of a difficult time getting around the last couple days, but bless dad's heart, god forbid the routine is changed. She managed to get into the kitchen and get out what she needed for lunch when dad starts to holler to her asking why she left the t.v. on. Her answer was so humerous, it's no wonder dad wasn't sure of what he heard (aside from the obvious point that he's going deaf) dad was so puzzled this apparently got to be a heated discussion before it was over. Now, for all who know me, they know my mother claims to hate cats. She only tolerates the one living here because mystie's mine and she's 14 years old. other than that, we are not supposed to acknowledge that mom talks often to my cat, pets her, and makes sure she is comfortable and safe. Everyday mom fills me in on something I might have missed about mystie's day.
Now, the reason mom didn't turn off the t.v. , she felt it would be rude as she was only going to be in the kitchen for a couple minutes and mystie was contently watching "days of our lives."

beware of plastic wrap..

2008-06-02T18:50:00.005-04:00

Mom hasn't been able to walk really well lately. somethings wrong with her hip or lower back again, so, I've been taking over when it comes to the daily "house chores". I have no problem with cleaning, dusting, sweeping, laundry, folding, ironing...etc all those little domestic Susie homemaker thingys. But anyone and everyone that knows me, knows I don't cook. not often enough to know what the heck I'm doing in a kitchen *safely* anyway.(unless its a fried egg sandwich on a bagel.) so... there I was making dinner...some kinda pasta,tomato, ham and cheese dish thing... I had some stuff in the microwave with plastic wrap over it, to prevent splattering,and of course, my attention was diverted by the bread in the toaster when I reached into the microwave to remove the plastic wrap...BAD IDEA. see, apparently steam accumulates under that handy barrier, and becomes a billowing ,burning,rush of pain when you lift it from the dish. my left fingers are not very happy with me right now. I mean, I just started to get feeling back in them and I try to burn them off! but, dad is being a sweetheart and doing the dishes tonight, and apparently the dinner was edible, so everything is o.k. in the end. but mental note to self...from now on, DON"T DO THAT AGAIN. (the burning plastic wrap thingy) I need a cookie with sprinkles... ;)

not fair...one ticket to lake michigan please

2008-05-29T16:46:00.003-04:00

before i say anything else... i do love my parents...but, uhm...is there a law against sending subliminal messages to your kids while they sleep? not that I wouldn't do anything for the folks that they ask, but is it really necessary to use mind control techniques? apparently sometime early...way too early, this morning, my father stood in my doorway while i was finally sleeping, and flashed my light on and off a number of times while telling me he was going to mow the yard and i needed to get up and sweep and mop the house. now, i didn't hear any of this, but he has since told me that i agreed with an "ok". of course, when i did bound out of bed thinking my mom had fallen and needed help (due to her pounding on something )(rude awakening btw)i found her cheerfully doing the ironing. yes, i said cheerfully. i grumbled, showered, ate breakfast, prolly scratched a couple times, and went about pulling out this enormous system of a vacuum machine before i even realized what i was doing. when i paused and looked stumped, my mother questioned my expression, then giggled... yes, she giggled, and explained what had transpired this early morning. now, i went on to clean the house from top to bottom, including windows, just to be reminded of other chores that needed tinkering with along the way.
i'm finally done and on the computer when mom comes in to ask if i would stick out my tongue. hm. ok. so i oblige, and she promptly sticks out an envelope to me for me to seal it. i do so and she follows with a comment about "we are old, we don't want to die of rat poison" , am i missing something here? is rat poison now a new ingredient in glue? and why would they put it on envelopes?!?!?! stick me in a box and mail me to lake michigan...with no return address. please

the "drugstore" is closed

2008-05-27T19:40:00.002-04:00

well, today mom came in and said..."turn over all of your pharmacy". i wasn't sure if she was looking for a fix or what?! truth be known, she had just decided that since i wasn't using any medications and didnt need them anymore, to get them out of my room. so...i cleaned out my closet and both drug drawers in my room. guess i wont get to manufacture and sell meth as a second income after all. oh. darn. how ever will i afford the mortgage now?

Ugh...don't tell me THAT dad!!!.....

2008-05-23T18:04:00.000-04:00

ok, so in continuing the spirit of rendering aid to my parents...my dad was told by his doctor yesterday, to start taking vitamin B, since he didnt score too well on his glucose test. (he wasnt positive for diabetes though) So, this morning while i was cracking my eyelids open after 3 hrs of sleep and trying to get ready to go up to the college...mom came in and asked where my vitamin B was. i thought nothing of it and handed the bottle to her. In the kitchen dads studying the bottle with a magnifying glass and says..."she said B12...not complex" I said ok and took the bottle back and then began listening to a war over "its the same thing/ no it's not" between the couple. then dad looks to me and pleads for the "tie breaker" answer that will prove him right... I answered that the complex had both B6 and B12 in it. Mom says , Oh. and looks at me like i am an evil child out to destroy her. then with that look... she glared at dad and told him to go out and buy the one he needed. so he did.
when I got home from the school, dad came in shortly after and began studying his new bottle of B12, with the magnifying glass. He the asked for help as he couldn't see what he was looking for which were instructions.
I read them to him, instructing to take one tablet a day with a meal. then he said, well, i guess i will take it at dinner.
Mom said you know they will wind you up and give you energy...he said, so? i said you do want to sleep at night dont you...then he said , Why?
ok....point being, from there it was insinuated...that he wouldnt mind a little extra energy at night as he grinned and winked at mom! OMG! is there no end?!?!?
mom hid them in the pantry.

dad found them and took one after dinner.

is it bad when..?

2008-05-12T20:10:00.000-04:00

ok, so my parents have like an easy 50 years on my age... i know, that sounds like a lot...but untill you know my folks....

anyhow, having been though a "gazillion" medical issues in my past, there isn't too much my parent can come up with that I don't have a remedy, answer or suggestion for, which is of course always followed with, "don't forget to check with one of your doctors first though..."
but i do have to ask at this point...is it bad when you can say you're actually like your parents drug dealer or personal pharmacy? haha, actually, im not kidding... for the last few days, anything my mom needed, all i had to do was go to my room and check my "stash", and sure enough, i had what she needed on hand...

maybe i should change my name....Dr. FeelGud...

A shroom for tea or a clean carpet....?

2008-05-08T15:11:00.000-04:00

hmmmmmm...uhhhhm, gee, which shall I pick?... yea, no brainer! I'd love some tea time! however, no sooner than I finished my moral obligatory chores for the wonderful life sustaining couple that currently give me food, shelter, and clothing, I was rewarded with a trip down memory lane checking many,many,many OLD photos on several CD-RW's to see if the savvy couple had managed to save something... never found it... and then I got to play AC repair tech and got to inform them that the AC on the porch is probably a fewww *years* past due for some freon?? (might be helpful)and now I find out...(trumpets and fanfare...) tomorrow is (daaa, da da da) carpet shampooin day. *sigh* I-am-so-excited... I-just-can't-hide-it. I'm about to lose control and...ok- I'll stop.

anyway...don't know how long the "you-must-sit-here-smiling-while-I-instruct-you" class will be tomorrow, and then how long it will take for the 15+yr old fibers to dry... but should I manage to somehow escape this air-tight bubble, to put fuel in my vehicle and squeegee the dead luv-bug carcasses off the front "before the paint dissolves", I might just skimmy to another side of town for tea. SO, put the water to a boil, make sure your phone works and get all cleaning supplies and chemicals outta my sight...and reach...

anyone know how to the bleach smell outta nose-hairs? (no, the coffee sniff test didn't work)

A muppet with a purple crayon!

2008-05-07T23:32:00.000-04:00

ok...kickstand....a device used to prop or rest on....for example, a bike can rest it's "spinning wheels" and lean on the "kickstand". I often like to rest my spinning wheels, and wish Icould just whip that proverbial "kickstand" out like a third leg and just lean.... just, stop, whip it out and , pause....for effect. maybe even pose, like a model.

Oh doctor!... or as my groupie calls it, docker. (yes, I have been told I have a "groupie". Ido hope to put her in charge of my fan club when she's old enough to write)I love her ideas on how to fix things....her mother tells me she thinks anything can be fixed with sprinkles or a cookie... I used to think that way, so she's a groupie after my own heart. and hey, if I can get a cookie...with sprinkles!...that's better than a "docker bill" any day. But as I was saying, my doctor, is a really down-to-earth guy. some may call him a quack, but I personally have no complaints. my groupie's mother thinks his diploma was signed in purple crayon...but even she HAS to admit...I've gotten soooo much better lately....hell, I'm not even psycho anymore. (actually...I never really was, the meds made me do it. I swear)

he's given me all kinds of advice and ways I can basically turn my life around and not have to be on all the mind altering (brain stopping)medication I was previously on and live a better, healthier life...which seems better than the path I was on. some of his ideas are really out there, leading some people to ask if he's a Muppet or something...haha. nooooooo, he's just educated in other ( or natural) treatments and not so crazy to jump on the "mass diagnoses train" like so many other doctors have been. which is a breath of fresh air to me. is anyone else SICK of being SICK? hello? I mean, think about it, if some of those doctors actually did something to heal us before they broke our banks, then, technically, they'd run out of patients. but if they let us continue to stay a little sick, then we have to keep coming back to them....right? its all a conspira-tree i tell ya. between the docs that all have to specialize in one little thing here or there and no one knowing a LOT about everything all together as a whole, and the drug companies with their synthetic "miracle cures" (that have side effects leading you to need another miracle to fix...and so on....)you get my point? its like a forest of redwoods out there, I'm no taller than a shroom myself, and I ain't a fan of the bugs either.

so, we were talking last night and she said I ought to start a blog and use it as my "Virtual kickstand" especially since I ramble in my head all night anyway, so I figured, WTF, why not. so here I am, leaning against my kickstand and talking about the Muppet with the doctors degree signed in purple crayon who , incidentally, has made a huge difference in my life, long live the little guy! (besides, I always hear "laughter is the best medicine, and the Muppets always made me laugh)

Just a thought...if "ain't" isn't a word, why is it in the spell check?