Monthly Archive for November, 2010

Construction Workers

Published on November 29, 2010 in Humor. 0 Comments Tags: .

While driving past road construction I turned to my friend and said,

Me: Have you noticed there are no cute construction workers anymore?
B: Yeah, use to be they were all Chippendale types, but now they’re all beer gut geezers complaining about their 401K.
Me: Ha! I thought being fine was a job requirement or something. I guess now they have to be … skilled.
B: It’s a shame isn’t it? I use to look forward to road construction.

Three Safety Tips, Really?

Published on November 27, 2010 in For the Record and Humor. 1 Comment

On the news they said there are three main safety tips to keep in mind while shopping.

The first safety tip is for when leaving the mall or store be aware of people around you. Okay, I got that one down. I have PTSD, I know where EVERYONE is. I know what they’re wearing and what they look like. Thanks to hypervigilance, my brain is on overtime and on full alert. I got tip one down pat. Check.

The second tip was to have your keys ready. Check. I have my keys out and I know how to use ‘em. In my head I’m thinking, “I’ll cut a bitch. Come on, bring it!”

The third tip was to know where your car is. That’s when I realized,  I’m screwed. I never know where I’m parked. It matters not if I know where everyone is or if I’m willing to inflict bodily harm with a Nissan key. I’ve got to know where the car is or tip one and two become null and void. I’m so, so screwed.

J of A

No Pie

Published on November 25, 2010 in Humor. 0 Comments

The only thing that makes me sad about today is that the whole country is eating pie, everyone but me. I picture smiling people digging into pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie. I picture smiling faces with a tad bit of whipped cream on the nose of a turkey stuffed kid, and I weep. I weep bitterly, for I have no pie. Continue reading ‘No Pie’

Pet-EZE™ Step 2

Published on November 25, 2010 in Dissociative Identity Disorder, Morton's Pride, Pets and PTSD. 0 Comments

I went to Petsmart and got some Pet-EZE™  for Mary Jane. I got what’s called Step 2 for her in the pill form. I give her 1/2 a pill around 9pm and it calms her just enough that she’s not pacing the floors yowling. As a matter of fact she seems rather content…she’s even playing with her toys and stuff. She’s not drooling or staggering around or anything like that. She sleeps regularly, not more than I’d expect her too. The best sign for me that the meds aren’t dragging her down is to see her play.

Around 11pm last night she did that thing where cats lose their heads for an hour and run all over the house. That doesn’t bother me at all. I like to see it, it tells me they’re alive and playful and happy. Later in the evening, when she covered the apartment about 30 times, she came in the room and rested on the bed with me. Calm, calm, calm… and seemingly happy.

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Therein lies the difference

Published on November 23, 2010 in Art Therapy, Fear, Female Sadist, Pets and PTSD. 0 Comments

… you grew up with and around them, I grew up fearing them. I grew up watching them burned alive, shot or scalded. I was even shot over a cat and kittens. I grew up hearing they have bad spirits, that they are spirits and killers. I grew up hearing they’re sneaking and ‘know unknowable things’. I grew up hearing them howl in pain, not purr.

I had Bella and Gracie for four years and for the most part things went well. Unfortunately Gracie had a tumor that drove the poor girl out of her mind. That for me was rather frightening because I had no clue what was going on. The only thing I had to go on was past stories of possession and sight.

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5am Knock at the Door

Published on November 19, 2010 in Pets. 0 Comments

I woke to Gus barking like a maniac. I mean he was really tearing up. There was a knock at the door at 5am and he was all over the place letting me know someone was there. I looked out, opened the door and accepted the ‘package’, then went back to bed.

Just the day before, early in the evening, I got a phone call from a woman saying she found my cat.  She said her husband brought her home and said he’d found the perfect cat and wanted to keep her. I told the woman she could keep Mary Jane but that she needed to know she’s a nervous cat who doesn’t really like to be inside. I said she was groomed two days ago, she’s spayed, up to date on her shots and was given a flea drop treatment earlier in the day. I explained that she always uses her liter box, doesn’t tear stuff up and is basically a good cat. She asked why I’d want to give her away then. I said, I’m not sure why she doesn’t seem happy inside but she doesn’t. I said, if you think you can give her a good home then by all means do so. She said, yeah, I think we’ll keep her.

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Sunrise

Published on November 17, 2010 in Dissociative Identity Disorder and Medical. 0 Comments

I’m still here.  I figured I should write something, but what? I don’t know. Maybe I’ll blog more tomorrow.

I don’t think I’m depressed. I think I’m disconnected from most things, including art. So far I’ve punched out a few projects but not much at all, not my usual production. Truth be told, I’m not bothered by it. Before I would have pushed myself to create something but at this point I’m like, whateva. It doesn’t feel like a creative block, it feels like apathy.

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