Monthly Archives: May 2008

The paperwork is filed and in a matter of days the psycho will receive a rude awakening… Oh her shui will be nicely fenged when she has to show up to court at 9am and realize that her threatening little note is going to cost her two grand. That started Friday off nicely (except the freakin court fees… sheesh!) I did not, however get a chance to conquer the jet ski. If you want to go in the lake at 70 degrees and windy as hell, be my guest… I’ll be here with a towel for ya when you are done. Plus… hill-billy (this is the nicest, most “pc” way I could think of to say it) hell is not so much fun for girls that respect other people and have at least an ounce (or 22) of class. It’s one thing when you know half the valley is going to be invading your lake. You expect it. You don’t expect your friends (not really mine per se, but since I was there with him, his are mine) to take on their qualities. Or invite friends with their qualities thus causing the snowball effect. Have some respect people. If not for other people’s kids, then for the ones you brought with you. Yes, bringing a 2 year old to a drunken debaucherous weekend at the lake may sound like a good idea… but no. It really isn’t the ideal place for sun and fun with youngins. I know, I know… you couldn’t get a babysitter. Well… choices, choices (the pill/condoms are your friend and if all else fails shut your legs!). If you were not bringing your 6 other hootchie friends and meeting up with another 6 equally brainy bro’s then maybe the sitch might have been okay. As it stood, the brain power, as well as the age went down as the hour on the clock went up. Who invited all these ass clowns anyway??? Staying up until 4am in a tightly packed camp with several children present and people sleeping (I use the term loosely) 5 feet away. Oh well, they matched paces with the fuckstick across the way proudly flying his 6 foot rebel flag. Ah yes… mr big brain over there only over shadowed by the idiot of ethnic decent sitting next to me who didn’t understand why it was a racist symbol… hhhmmm Have you taken a us history class? (even a standard issue class that you get will teach you this) Whatever. We left on Sunday before noon and left all of the hill-billy love behind.



The jet ski will hold, and I can simmer a bit more over how triumphant it will be. And my wounds get another week to heal and turn that fantastic shade of green that bruises turn. I think they match my eyes though.

Okay so I am not the greatest athlete on the planet. Marian Jones has nothing to fear from me… hell, Star Jones could probably outrun me. But I am determined. I began my weekend on a quest to conquer my headache. I did that. Then I discovered a new quest… the stand up jetski! I didn’t know how badly I would want to get up on the damn thing. (I didn’t know I had so many muscles hiding under my skin or that I would bruise that fast! Whatever.) I wanted to get up and after 20 tries for 37 glorious seconds I did… then I fell over and could not get my jello-y shoulders to bring me up again. So I looked completely dumb belly draggin my ass all the way back (a whole 5 buoys) to where we were camping. I so wanted a cocktail but sooo did not want a headache. I settled for a bit of a beer and a lot or Gatorade, and endured a bit of shit about not getting up and not going back out. But after showing off the battle scars I earned in a very short time, all was well. Next weekend I will return and that jetski better be prepared… I will be there to kick it’s ass.. Oh yes I will.

You know those annoying people in the movie theatre? The ones that sit behind you with their foot on your chair and then they shake it. fidgety shakey annoying people. I'm in front of one of those. He's sitting next to the chick with the hissing laugh. S-S-S except it's constant. It doesn't even have to be funny. I don't know which is worse, the fidget or the hiss. They both fucking suck. Pulp fiction on the big screen, does not suck.

Fidgeter asked me to do this in the lobby. Ha! I'm not as annoying as his hissing girlfriend

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I called my friend’s cell this morning and got his voicemail. it said “hey y’all, not in, leave me a message…..” I wondered how he knew it was a y’all on the other end and if he too could hear the voices fighting over who to stab first and whether to use a #2 pencil or a bic stic. It reminded me that sometimes you gotta throw rocks. (to prevent the stabbings) I haven’t released in a while and my rocks are piling up and getting heavy. The little trivial ones are meh… but still, gotta let them fly. Better watch out, I don’t throw like a girl.

Oh, yeah… I interviewed at a law enforcement portion of the county. One my mom has worked for with not such pleasant experiences. It’s a mighty big place and I’m a damn good worker. My skills are good and my interview went well. I am well. I am smiling at the little things, the surprise lunch with bf today, the new friend I am enjoying eating sandos with, remembering I throttled my very competitive friend a dominoes last night. There is a certain satisfaction in that. I feel like my bag is empty enough to carry. The rocks are thrown and I will leave them be.

There are some amazing moments (or hours) from the last few days. I got to have dinner with one of the two most amazing women I know in this world. I needed to quantify because the world is big and one out of two makes it way more special of a title. She reminds me of all the quiet beauty that balances my soul. My heart breaks for the time we lose to business and work but quickly mends with conversation and shared feeling that souls can be connected in ways our minds could never grasp. My heart also breaks for the hurdles she faces in the path ahead. Her journey is along that narrow craggy road for a time. It isn’t a choice for her but a task she had to accept. We all have those. They suck. Fortunately she isn’t completely alone. The path may only be wide enough for one but the rules didn’t account for those that hold you up from below and put their hands in the cracks so you don’t twist your ankle. I hope I notice the tug on that private connection before she has to use it to call me for first aid. She will come out the other side a stronger, wiser woman having navigated the path. I hope she can hear that before she has to be told. I would bloody my fingers at the bottom of the barrel for her. This is what defines us. The people we would deplete ourselves for… willingly, happily. Who it is we would sacrifice handholds for. There are not many but the few know. I felt really frustrated earlier and it’s amazing how thinking of the people that make up the pieces of your heart can change that. I think that my barrel has plenty to spare

It appears that the psycho landlady has convinced some hopelessly naive (or perhaps, deaf, blind and mute)person that they should live in her studio.. I mean be a paying guest. Whatever…. 12 days till D day. That’s D for deposit. I really don’t want to have to get all legal speak, paper servin, book throwin at her but I will. Oh yes I will. And maybe a nice little note to her new guest, left on their car, parked with the flow of traffic, close to the railroad ties.