Daily Archive for March 3rd, 2007

Old Time Chimes

Published on March 3, 2007 in Relationships and Soapbox. 2 Comments

The phone rang at 9:45PM just after my alarm went off, the same one that’s been set for 9:45PM for the last 10 years. How a clock could last that long and keep its time I’ll never know, but it does, every night it goes off right on time but this time the phone chimed with it. I looked at my caller ID and it was Officer Mc Bastard from the Sheriff’s Department. After the usual phone pleasantries our phone conversation went something like this:

Mc Bastard – So I got the new job.

Me- Why are you calling me?

Mc Bastard – I told you why, because I hadn’t talked to you in awhile and…

Me- No, really, why are you calling me?

Mc Bastard - Are you in one of your moods? (He means personalities, Morton in particular.)

Me - You couldn’t stand it could you? I didn’t call you after I saw you drive by my house with your family. I didn’t call you after I saw you and you couldn’t stand it any longer could you?

I hung up after that and got back to my movie marathon. Fried Green Tomatoes, A Walk in the Clouds and Hope Floats with one mismatch film The Siege. That phone call interrupted Hope Floats where the little girl Bernice cried her eyes out as her father drove away. He spouted off lies about how he would come back for her and they’d be a family. Boy, what a time to call, just as I watch someone lie to a little girl, watch her scream and cry her eyes out as the car pulled away so he could fill his own selfish desires. What timing Mc Bastard has, oh what timing.

He knows Blossom. He works where she lives; he’s security there when he’s not at the Sheriff’s Dept or out screwing someone other than his wife. Thank God I never slept with him. I’m quite certain he’s spoken with Blossom. For Blossom’s sake she’d better not call me. I won’t even answer the phone. I suppose I answered out of shock tonight, not out of interest in what he could possibly have to say to me. He has to be out of his mind to call like that, to call as if we were old friends catching up. When the phone rings after 9PM it usually means something’s wrong. Well, there is something wrong, with HIM! He has lost is ever lovin’ mind to call me. He knew I saw him, he pretended to not see me but being a lover of lies and games he couldn’t stand that I didn’t play or give him a chance to lie. That is why he called me tonight. He needed me to play along but this evening I failed to meet those needs. You know what that makes me? It makes me smart! It also makes me proud of myself.

I didn’t let him talk much at all. I didn’t let him confuse me or make me doubt myself. I hung up in the middle of his sentence. Now all I need is to have his wife come to my door asking why I was talking to her husband. Because for 5 years I had no idea you existed then a friend of his Officer Le Perv gave me the 411 on who Officer Mc Bastard really is. Boy, I felt so foolish and saddened when I found out he deceived me that way. Man I felt foolish.

To tell you the truth, if his current wife (the 4th one) shows up at my door I’d just tell her the truth. I’m as appalled as she is to find out that his behavior is not just unbecoming of a man but of a human being and that I’m sorry things worked out like this. I had no idea, I still have no idea how anyone could live a double life and still look the world in the eye as if they are pure of heart and victim to misunderstanding. This is beyond my comprehension. What I do understand is that I want no part of it, ever. My alarm clock will go off tomorrow at 9:45PM just as planned, just like it has for the last 10 years without skipping a beat. He would do well not to call me.

Old Time Chimes
Saturday, March 03, 2007-9:58PM EST
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Bad Timing

Published on March 3, 2007 in Humor. 2 Comments

I personally believe that Disney needs to re-think the 4 day release of the Peter Pan DVD. They might want to put that off for a bit. It’s just not a good time with the peanut butter salmonella out break and all. It just seems that salmonella poisoning would be bad for sales. Their marketing guy really needs to re-think his strategy.

When the spinach was killing people nobody came out with a Popeye The Sailor Man reunion did they? No, no we didn’t see that! When other rabbit food was attacked by the big S, like lettuce did Bugs Bunny come hopping out of the woods with that stupid carrot? No, no he did not.

If you buy the video wash your hands thoroughly. If there are any flu like symptoms see your doctor immediately… a real doctor…. not someone that plays a doctor on TV.

Austin

Hold On To Your Color

Published on March 3, 2007 in Art, Gratitude Journal and Mental Health. 3 Comments

Cold windy days, full of clouds threatening rain can actually be fun if you pass the time with art.

Dragon Fly Flower

This painting started out as a dragon fly and ended up being a flower made of dragon flies with one dragon fly in the right hand corner. It’s another example of starting out to paint one thing and ending up with a totally different picture.

Flower Head

As I zoomed in the check the integrity of the painting I realized I liked the head of the flower by itself too so I cropped it. It reminds me of something I’d see at a children’s hospital on the wall. At Riley Hospital for Children here in Indianapolis the walls have art created by the children. They’re usually filled with colour even though the kids are very, very ill. I find that inspiring. What’s different about sick kids as opposed to sick adults is attitude. I’m no expert but I believe sick adults sometimes give up faster because of having been through so much in their adult lives. I mean think of it, a sick woman may have raised kids on her own, struggled with her inner self, had hard time after hard time, bad relationships, lost love ones back to back and THEN falls sick. She might give up a bit faster than a child who hasn’t been nearly as beaten down by life as she has. Or take a guy who survived abuse as a child, has 3 failed marriages, goes from job to job, feels rather beaten down by life and THEN falls sick too? Again, he might fight as the woman may but adults get tired because of their past and sometimes we give up and we lose our colour. Kids seem to hold onto their colour longer, only out of fewer bad experiences I suppose but at any rate I think they hold onto their colour with a tighter grip. It is my hope that despite a difficult background I never, ever let go of colour.

It is so hard watching UK give up. It’s hard but it’s also a wake up call for me, a reminder to find a way to not be overtaken by life’s beatings. Never allow myself to get that tired. Always look for help. Use my voice, it’s the only way people will hear me. I think about how she must feel, how ready she is to go and I wish before anything that she finds the peace she wants. I guess I’m saying I understand. I understand why she chose to not get treatment and I understand why she’s so tired and ready to stop, stop for good. But for me, I want peace right here, right here in vivid, blasting, loud and full blown colour! I want every step I take to be motivated by a bouquet of violet, orange, green, sunburst yellow and of course a bold, full and beautiful red.

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