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Stuff and Old Wounds

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First- the old wounds bit...
Today in the grocery store- I saw a girl that went to high school with me. She looked older, hagged, and completely miserable with her three loud children in tow. This made me smile. Seeing the sadness in her eyes made me a touch gleeful inside. During school- she was one of a few that took it upon themselves to emotionally beat me daily. She harassed me about my weight and how I was a gross fatty (never mind the bitch had 150 plus on me- I WAS the fat one). She ridiculed me about how I was shy to get nekkid in the gym locker room, what was I hiding? She called me horribly foul names directed towards being a "farmer" (I was in our high school chapter of Future Farmers of America more less because I didn't fit anywhere else and being in a student organization at least made you belong something). She ripped me about about who I had crushes on and how pathetic I was doomed to be. I didn't make it a point to tell her who I was in the store tod…

Interview with Myself

A little quirky- I know. But I got the idea last night to interview myself It's fun to think how I would answer these questions... And I did.

As I, the nervous interviewer, awaits the arrival of the astounding woman I am about to interview- I nervously peck at my Cesar salad with grilled chicken, noticing I had random bits of animal fur on my new black sweater. I pick them off, praying she doesn’t arrive to find me doing this- how awful that would be. I fidget with my black moleskin notebook’s edges, wishing they hadn’t looked so tattered when a hushed gasp begins to emit from the surrounding tables. I look up to see her- Lady Inkblot, casually strutting through the lobby of the Dorchester Hotel’s cafĂ©… She’s wearing a form fitting white thermal shirt over what appears to be a men’s A-shirt. Her jeans, the proper amount of demolished, are adorned from hip to cuff in her unique style and highly sought after doodle artwork. She unravels her grey knit scarf a turn before slipping her …

Gray and Numb...

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I kinda feel like this, actually. One stationary main part with millions of branches sprouting and shooting off into different directions- yet... Yet, hear I sit, listening to the plastic wrapped window breath with the gusts of gray mist filled freezing wind.

I shot myself in the foot today with the discovery of my photo shop program doing what I want, where I want, and how I want in big multi picture batches. And blammo- a few simple keystrokes turned four hours of photo editing into ten minutes of watching the computer do it to perfection for me. Damn. Well- good news- I am completely caught up with photos. Bad news- I'm staring out the window at the dank dreariness of a gray December day. Blah...

Third blog of the week- odd right? Well, in no uncertain terms, I was told yesterday by Globug that I haven't been blogging a lot lately. "How else are you venting if not by blog?" she asks. I think I've become numb to a certain situation that would cause me to vent.…

Rain, Rain... What No Snow??

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This is a lovely little spot we found on a hike around the artisiean spring where we get drinking water now. All it needs is a beautiful woman, right?



It's beginning to look a lot like a muddy Christmas here in the great state of Michigan. As of the other day, the local weather guesser (the one with the bad dye job and plastic forehead) said we are close to 15 inches below normal for snowfall this year. I'll say- we've had two "dustings" this year that averaged an inch or maybe two each that melted within days of it falling. Causing enough misery for a couple morning commutes. We have mud. Lots of mud. Today we're supposed to get about two inches of rain.

I'm not a fan of the white and fluffy. Goddess knows it's a bitch to drive in when it's falling, but dammit it is pretty to have it make the Christmas light pop a little bit brighter. To have that nip of cold at your nose when you step outside. It gives more reason to sip hot cocoa in front of a ro…

To Blog or Not to Blog...

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I have been busy. Like get one thing accomplished and another four pop up on the list. Ever have one of those weeks? So other then crazy schedule- I'll start this at the evening of the Christmas party- last Wednesday...

So after going to pick up Hubby (who was at work on the truck- go figure), we drove down to the main office where the party is usually held in the community room. Once getting there, we noticed there were no catering trucks. Hmmmm- they are usually there by five pm. Minutes rolled by, I was chatting with some of his co-workers in dispatch, when by one way or another- we found out that the Head Lady In Charge (HLIC) was not happy. Why? Because the caterers thought the party was on Thursday, not Wednesday. OMG! This is not good. At ALL. She was hovering a good six inches off the floor she was so pissed off and honestly none of us blamed her. She's the type of woman you do not cross- at all. For no reason should you tick off the HLIC. If you do- just duck and cover…