Med-Evac My Brain Outta Here
Posted on | April 25, 2010 | Comments Off
She felt wrong today…perhaps that had something to do with the little stunt of not taking her “scary pill” until 3am. Hey, better late than never she thought.
She was in an uneasy place, a place with gray skies and shallow, rapid breathing. Her mind wasn’t the clutter-fest it would have been had she skipped her pill, but it wasn’t right. It was in a weird place. A “get me out of here” kind of place. She felt like she was floating on creepy waters that rose and sank without explanation. She wanted something, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
She almost felt like she was sinking, and that she had to save some portion of herself. (As if handing up her brain and saying take it away was really possible.) She wondered if that was her best feature and if that’s what should be saved. She always thought she had nice feet. Hmm, bit of a toss up on that one.
Spinning now, the music from Premonition
She quietly listened and slowed her breathing to a more normal pattern. She continued floating along to the music. . .
The 8 Track in a cool Datsun
Posted on | April 25, 2010 | Comments Off
She remembered the car like it was yesterday…a Datsun B210 hatchback…brown…with a stripe…and an after market 8 track player installed by her mom’s friend in a rather odd place since it didn’t seem to fit where it was supposed to go. The music, well the best music playing was America’s Greatest Hits – History
She put the same music on her itunes and smiled knowing a certain 14 year old was learning to play A Horse With No Name for his Grandmother on his guitar. Pretty cool.
Interesting tidbit: A Horse with No Name was originally banned by many radio stations in the US because of drug references. She of course didn’t get those references as a kid…it was all about a horse and plants and birds and rocks and things. . .
Self Destructive Behavior
Posted on | April 25, 2010 | Comments Off
She really had to stop being so self destructive. At least she could identify when she was doing it and she caught herself before it was too late. This particular case was approximately 3:ooam that morning when she woke to realize she’d gone to bed without taking the “scary pill” again. She went ahead and took it and went back to sleep, grateful it wasn’t “too scary” this time. (It did, however, still taste dreadful.)
She wondered what exactly had made her think it was okay NOT to take her pill before falling asleep last night when she knew what happened last time. It would only have left her waking up feeling restless and scattered, her mind a jumbled mess of confetti flying in the breeze. What good could possibly have come of it? It wasn’t as though the “scary pill” was that scary any more now that there was another pill to make it less scary. So that really wasn’t the case. What was her deal?
She thought about being “broken” and feeling like she was the only one, but then realizing “Everybody’s broken”…Bon Jovi said so…and that she knew deep down she wasn’t unique one bit. She was, however, lucky that she could recognize when she’d screwed up. She was pretty sure not everyone did. She thought again about the layers we all have and the ruffles of her dress. She thought about trying to hide within those layers and suspected one could hide within them, but they could never hide from them. . .
Regarding The Ruffled Dress:
Posted on | April 24, 2010 | Comments Off
Management would like to clarify the “ruffled dress” is more tier like and flowing and not to be confused with something prom like or like the worm’s shirt. This is important as our heroine needs to be portrayed as having some sense of style and class even if she is a bit loony.
-The Mgt
A Worm In Ruffles
Posted on | April 24, 2010 | Comments Off
She was just settling down after that dreadful trip to the mall when she heard what sounded like a pebble thrown at the window. She glanced over to see her friend the worm guy (yes, a bug) and he was wearing, his usual cowboy hat and a green plaid shirt with ruffles.
“Nice dress you have hanging over there” he said.
“Thanks, I think” she said.
“I’m on my way to a hoe down” he said with a grin that would make the Cheshire cat’s look small.
“Have fun” she said, wondering what the grin was all about and what the significance of ruffles in her life was.
She thought about it some more and wondered if the ruffles could symbolize the layers in her life. Something to ponder… Now what was that worm up to??? She thought she heard music coming from outside and walked over to the window to listen. Dueling Banjos (from “Deliverance”)
She would have to give the layers thing some more thought…maybe some more self discovery…now if she could just get the banjos out of her head…
The Mall Pt. 2
Posted on | April 24, 2010 | Comments Off
She shivered just thinking of the humiliation of it all. The multiple trips to the fitting rooms. Not to mention the war zone conditions the fitting rooms were in. One room even had what appeared and smelled like infant feces on the floor. She herself certainly wasn’t in terrible shape, but like every woman, there were things about her figure she wished were different. She certainly didn’t conform to the runway model mold. She remembered as a little girl asking her mom when she’d get that hour glass shape and her mom explaining that she wasn’t built that way. Such disappointment.
After determining that black was again the color to wear because it wouldn’t clash with dresses of the other prominent women in attendance of the same event, and because she liked walking around looking like the undead, she did end up with a dress. It was not something she normally would have chosen style wise and she was hesitant to say the least as she stared at it hanging in the doorway. She had a few more weeks to find an alternative but she could still hear her shopping companion comment about the battling of dresses in photos were she to get a print instead of basic black.
She had a purse, she had some shoes. She’d figure out the jewelry which had to be spectacular and the hair…well…after that last cut she wasn’t sure how much of an up do could be done but those gals could do amazing things with hairpins and spray glue. She’d be stunning. Maybe. This dress was…a bit…ruffle-ish. It was flowy. It was funeral-esque if you asked her, but what did she know. This was the East Coast and they did things differently on the West Coast where she came from. Whatever. It wasn’t her event.
She thought how easy it was for the men. Buy a suit. Buy a few shirts, a few ties. So simple. She loved Jerry Garcia ties for their vibrant colors and psychedelic patterns. She picked one up while she was out for a certain 16 year old she knew who was into “blue” and could use a tie. That was the only thing she felt good about on this weird shopping trip full of poop smell and ill fitting garments. Okay maybe not. Maybe this dress she got would be good for her. Maybe she did look good and a new style was a start of something fresh and exciting for her. Ruffles…odd.
The Mall
Posted on | April 24, 2010 | Comments Off
She would surely be eaten by monsters. No good could come of it. She was going to…The Mall. If things went as planned, she would return with a dress. If not, well, she wasn’t sure she’d live to tell the tale. Stay tuned…
Chair update #2:
Posted on | April 23, 2010 | 1 Comment
It would seem the newly assembled chair has had a setback, upon leaning back, a screw has come loose. Which, was no suprise to the new Mom of said chair, because she too had a screw loose. Repairs were made and we will keep you informed.
The Management
Chair update:
Posted on | April 23, 2010 | 1 Comment
It is with great pleasure that we announce the assembly of one brand new office chair. It was a difficult procedure, but Mother and chair are doing just fine.
The Management
Some assembly required
Posted on | April 23, 2010 | Comments Off
Some assembly required, all tools included. Okay. Simple enough. It was an office chair. She’d assembled plenty of office chairs previously when helping out a fledgling vocational school get set up. No problem. Allen wrenches. All nicely packaged. Each set of screws nicely pouched and identified. Each part nicely labeled and color coded. This was going to be a piece of cake. No problems. She spoke the words out loud. Big mistake. Big BIG mistake.
All went together beautifully until the last four screws, which held the back on, of course. They left out the part where they didn’t include the man with strength and torque in his hands of a zillion pounds. There was no way she was going to get those in there. She never should have said how well things were going. She never should have said out loud how beautifully written the instructions were.
She got out her power drill and accessories, but to her dismay, she hadn’t gotten around to buying the allen wrench set to go with it. “Damn!” she thought. She was looking forward to using a power tool. A trip to the nearest home improvement store was in order. Now she was miffed. Her beautiful chair which smelled like a new car was lying like a dead bug upside down and now she had to go out again. Hadn’t she asked someone for the allen wrench set for Christmas? Why don’t they take her tool fetish seriously? Ah well…it’s a beautiful day. And she didn’t mind so much going out. Who knows, maybe she’d find some other nifty tool while she was there.
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