I have a serious hatred for cell phones. I see them and I mean to tell ya I just want to spit. I’m offended by them because everywhere you go someone has a damn cell phone attached to their ear. It seems like when they put the phone to their ear common courtesies disappear. Instead of making eye contact with the cashier or watching your kids, you’ve got everyone in line on the phone. People go up and down the isles talking just as loudly as possible on these little life interrupters. Heck, I have a friend that pisses me off because her phone rings every 20 min or so. I told her one time that we don’t ever have a moment together where it’s just two girls hanging out. It’s me, her and every person in the world calling or texting for the most mundane things. A two minute phone call every 20 min would get on anyone’s nerves. It seems everything comes second to that phone.
Monthly Archive for July, 2010
On Tuesday I cleaned a 1000 gallon fish tank for a person here in town. It took only a few hours because there wasn’t much to do. Taking it all in, looking at the sheer beauty and size took about 20 min so factor that in the time spent there. I mean to tell ya, WOW!!! That thing made my little 75 look like a toy.
People pay to have a lot done. They’ll pay to have their dog walked or their window’s washed, their house cleaned, etc, etc. I’ve never really understood that either. Heck, I’ll clean my own house. I enjoy it, so why would I bring someone else in to do it? Now with increased depression, Lupus symptoms and a host of other things I’ve come to appreciate the value of outside help. If I had the money I’d have someone come in every 2 weeks and clean my restroom, do detail vacuuming and dust from top to bottom. That would be most helpful. I figure I could keep up with everything else but those three things get away from me easily.
I expect to blend in, maybe even blend away when I go in public. I expect to be easily forgotten, easily ignored or not seen at all. I figure I won’t draw too much attention to myself, and any attention I get will be brief. I’ve always thought of myself as easily dismissed for something a bit more stimulating. Expendable is a good word to describe me.
Today I compared myself to an empty oyster shell found at the bottom of the bay. A person could find it, expect to see something beautiful inside, but when they open me up I’m empty, just a shell. I see myself this way and always have.
I’m rather frustrated. I’d hoped to make some sort of wine spritzer but it turns out, despite what the foggy eyed customer service guy told me, Wild Irish Rose doesn’t make a good wine spritzer.
Note to self: Before taking photos to share look to see if said $2.09 bottle of wine is anywhere in the photo. This way you don’t have to look at the sent email and go, Oh crap!!! Now look what you’ve done. You’ve got to go send her yet another email and explain that you didn’ t have any of that crap before blowing up her inbox with nonsense emails.
I’m always up at 3am but it feels different and it has for about two weeks now. My little one Amy Pink stays out and rocks, hits herself in the head lightly and marks colors on a paper to release anxiety. She’s 5 years old, mute and afraid of most things, especially sound.
This evening we’ve all been worried about that guy coming back in the middle of the night. We found out that he lives only two doors down and was here just the other day at 9pm to ask Senior for a jump. It’s not just the neighbor though or him stealing from us in broad daylight. It’s the same issue we’ve been having for nearly two weeks now with our regrettable, self destructive actions. I should state that I’m not talking about intimacy with the young lady we spoke of. That’s not the regrettable or triggering issue. I don’t think I said that before. Anyway, my actions have haunted me unceasingly, mercilessly. The therapist and I have been going over some things and trying to get me back on track. It’s hard though because all I seem to want to do is rock or get in a ball and hide my face.
Around noon today my next door neighbor rang the bell to inform us that the guy who just walked past him came into our yard and took the lawn mower, weed eater and a table saw. While DJ and I were home this man jumped the fence, placed three items over the fence then walked away to get his vehicle so he could take them away. Of course this is alarming, that someone would rob us in the middle of the day with us home. Anyone would be alarmed at such brazen behavior but what followed was simply a show of testosterone clashing with common sense.
This afternoon the sun beat down mercilessly on Indianapolis as Juan Pablo Montoya took the pole psotion at the 2010 Brickyard 400. The city is drenched in sweat and filled to the brim with stereotypical Nascar fans siding with the hot tempered and reckless Carl Edwards or his rival Brad Keselowski. The whole city wondered just how insane it would get if fans clashed the way these temporarily suspended professionals clashed. I put that worry aside and concerned myself with my own insane world ready to explode track side.
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