Worm Guy and his new gift
Posted on | April 27, 2010 | Comments Off
She’d had a long day accomplishing a whole lot of nothing when she heard the news that Worm Guy (yes, a Bug) had gone to visit the Art Teacher. The Art Teacher said he’d been behaving himself and she even had time to crochet him a poncho. (She wondered how long it would take to crochet a miniature poncho anyway.)
Well at least he’s being taken care of which is more than she could say she did for him. She still hadn’t found him proper accommodations. What was she supposed to look for? A Barbie bed would be too big. Perhaps something in a dollhouse size would do. What was she talking about? This was absurd. The fact that she even had a talking worm spending the night was ludicrous, let alone one that would arrive next time in a poncho. (Although truth be known, she was sure it was a lovely poncho and was probably going to want a matching one of her own.)
It seemed quiet tonight without the worm to talk to. She was feeling a bit lonely actually. She missed him. Wow, what did that say for her mental health status?
She listened as she played another one of her musical scores and dreamed about how nice it would be if her dog would talk to her too. Perhaps she was asking too much. He probably wouldn’t have anything nice to say and imagined him cursing her out for this or that. He always acted more macho than his 7 or so pounds could back up.
She kicked back and imagined Worm Guy in his new Poncho sipping tequila with the Art Teacher. . .what a day.
Management Update
Posted on | April 27, 2010 | Comments Off
The Management would like to take this opportunity to state that it is well aware California owes its financial problems to a great many sources other than just the current Governor. (Sorry Arnold!) The pothole situation is, however, an enormous problem and one in which all residents should be concerned as they may be swallowed by said potholes and miss the opportunity to meet with new life forms.
-The Mgt.
California’s Video Game Court Battle
Posted on | April 27, 2010 | Comments Off
She knew our country was at war. A close friend was in Iraq right now. She knew California was having trouble with it’s money….but that didn’t surprise her given who the Governor was. She understood the need for safety labels and protecting children from violent content. OK, fine. But she did not see how California’s video game court drama had gone all the way to the Supreme Court. Of all the things for money to be spent on. Even a kid (age 16 and very bright mind you) pointed out to her that this was definitely a questionable way to spend funds.
To compare the sales of violent video games to pornography, well, she wasn’t sure she was ready to go that far right. She agreed small children probably should stay away from some of these violent games. So where were the parents? Oh this got to be a sticky situation didn’t it? Whatever side one was on, was this how the money should be spent by a state so far in crisis that IOUs were issued out? Having visited the state, she also knew road work must have come to a complete halt because the highways of potholes were like navigating a mine field.
She thought about the 16 year old…and how HE knew the difference between right and wrong, good and evil, and the name of every weapon used during WWII along with a myriad of other facts about the war. How did he know so much about the war? From his research and gathering information while designing and creating his own video games. (Yes, he is a brilliant kid.)
She wondered how this would end. She had to assume to someone this was very important. Someone felt their child had been harmed by these video games. She then wondered what kind of parent… oh nevermind. It was obvious she was biased on this subject. She really wondered what other more important things could have been funded, instead of doing this right now, like feeding the homeless, getting jobless people back to work or fixing potholes before whole cars were lost. . .
Aliens, Worm Guy and Stuff
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | Comments Off
She lay quietly in bed while Worm Guy rested on the shelf by the window. His rain gear set aside, she saw that he was wrapped up in the washcloth she had given him to dry off with. She didn’t want to know what, if anything, he had been wearing under the rain gear.
She saw on the news that British astrophysicist Stephen Hawking was talking about intelligent alien lifeforms almost certainly existing. She wondered if Stephen Hawking knew that in the United States, worms were dressing rather sharply and talking. Did that count? She figured it was close enough and smiled. (Damn, more wrinkles!)
She was in pain tonight, her neck and shoulder giving her trouble as it often did when the weather changed. This of course got her thinking about her injury, and her old life. . . It made her sad for a bit, but she was getting better at coping with the “new normal.”
Her “new normal” consisted of visits from a talking Worm Guy, adventures to weird places, visits to the asylum. . . and a lot of whining all without leaving her room. Then there was the normal, normal stuff, and she was just getting back to functioning again in that realm. It was time to be grateful for everything she had (Worm Guy included) and not what she was lacking.
And thank YOU, whoever you are, out there, reading. You matter too.
She could hear tiny snores from Worm Guy as he continued to sleep. . .
Is Worm Guy technically a Bug?
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | 1 Comment
It has been brought to Management attention that Worm Guy may not actually be a “Bug” since he is in the invertebrate category. Ask any child if a worm is a bug and the answer is a resounding “yes” therefore we here at CNM Mgt agree that Worm Guy fits the criteria needed to meet “Bug” status and will continue to be referred to as a “Bug” by our heroine.
Thank you.
-The Mgt
The teacher has the key
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | Comments Off
It was raining hard, that much was obvious by the sound. The flash of lightening and accompanying rumble of thunder added a touch of drama that all good storms needed. Now all that was needed was a worm in a raincoat.
Enter the Worm Guy in a yellow raincoat.
The Worm Guy (yes, a bug) stood dripping on the window sill as he collapsed his red umbrella. She stared in awe at his arrival (as she so often did) just because he was a Worm Guy and he was dressed AND he could talk.
“Good evening,” he said, as he stomped over closer in his multicolored striped rain boots. “How are you tonight?”
“I’m doing better than I was earlier” she said with a smile as she took in the full extent of his outfit.
“I have a message for you. . . The teacher has the key.” The worm shrugged as he spoke and shook out his umbrella. He looked out at the storm and asked if he could spend the night again.
She agreed and gave the same warning as before. No funny stuff. She found a washcloth and gave it to the Worm Guy, though it was far too large, and he was able to dry off a bit. She would have to come up with some better accommodations for the little guy. . .
The teacher has the key…what did that mean? ? ? She would have to figure this out. She needed some adventure and excitement in her life. Perhaps it would come to her…but first…a nap. . .
Smiles cause wrinkles!
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | Comments Off
She sat with her usual cranky face on. It wasn’t really a cranky face, so much as a relaxed, expressionless face that some mistook for cranky. She did her best to let the muscles in her face relax as much as she could. This is what kept her looking young, she thought. Smiles cause wrinkles.
She knew a couple people who were probably smiling just reading this, and others who were probably thinking “so that’s how she does it!” That miserable face is what has kept her looking so young, some guessing as much as ten years off her age. She personally saw no reason to smile unless called for, and when she did, she’d been complimented on it enough to know it was worth the wait. At least she’d hoped it was.
Whatever the case, there were certain things that warranted a smile, such as a little Worm Guy (yes a bug) showing up at her window or perhaps a squirrel dashing up a tree full of bright green leaves. A good joke would get a smile, as would a good “blond moment” as she’d like to call them even if her hair was currently brown. A package in the mail would bring a smile, especially when it contained something wonderful from the Art Teacher. She smiled when appropriate, and that was all that mattered.
She smiled as she looked at the new cucumber eye cream she had purchased for her wrinkles. . .
100
Posted on | April 26, 2010 | Comments Off
This is entry number one hundred. Hooray.
-The Mgt
Update From The Management #2
Posted on | April 25, 2010 | Comments Off
Management would like to point out that some of those words might actually be gerunds, the -ing form of a verb that functions as a noun. Management should never appear to be uneducated and neither should our heroine.
-The Mgt.
Update From The Management
Posted on | April 25, 2010 | Comments Off
Apparently our heroine is confused with her verbs as she doesn’t know if she is floating, sinking or spinning. Too many “ing” words whatever the case. Be advised she is not actually floating, sinking or spinning, but could be standing, sitting or. . . nevermind.
-The Mgt
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