The ability to breathe
You know, I’m a little drunk at the moment.
I spent at least an hour soaking in the lovely, upgraded hotel room’s Jacuzzi tub and drinking Mike’s Lite Hard Lemonade (COLD. HARD. REFRESHING.), because it just tastes so damn good, and I’m thinking of all of these wonderful snips of writing, all these original thoughts I had throughout the day and planned to capture here, because that just makes my world spin these days, and all I can manage at the moment is a Huge Run-On Sentence.
I think my IQ drops about 10 points for every bottle of Mike’s I polish off. Explains a lot, I think. But then, I’m nearly wasted. So. Um. There…?
But I must tell you that after several Very Important and Life-Path Changing Conversations over the past few weeks with various individuals, my ability to breathe in a way that sustains life is slowly returning. That and drugs. Legal ones. But drugs, none-the-less. Better living through modern chemistry. Ahh, yes. How was life lived without little pills to pop, I ask you?
In other news, Banana has been asked to her Junior Prom and MyLordInHeaven the arrangements have already started. She has scheduled a hair appointment, formal pictures and by God if a “car” hasn’t already been arranged. You’d think the kid was getting married.
Think she might need a dress?
Yeah. Me too.
So Saturday, I’ve “blocked the day” for a trip to Big Town for just that very thing. I now know the track my mother’s train of thought traveled when I was asked to my prom(s):
“Jesus-H-Christ, if I shell out this kinda cash for this damn dress that will be worn one fucking time, she had better fucking go to the damn dance. So help me.”
Yeah. That’s where I’m at right now.
Oh. And just for fun, here is a snip of my conversation with Muffin tonight when I called from the road to check in with the family…
Muffin: Hi Momma!
NG: Hi baby! How’s my girly-girl.
Muffin: I’m goooood.
NG: That’s great, baby. Did you have any homework tonight?
Muffin: Yep.
NG: Did you get it done?
Muffin: Yep.
NG: You ROCK, girlfriend!
Muffin: Yeah. I know, Momma.Today’s Shuffle:
“No Other Way” by Jack Johnson
“It’s Midnight Cinderella” by Garth Brooks
“Today’s Lonely Fool” by Tracy Lawrence
“I Wanna Drive the Zamboni” by The Zambonis
“That Old Wheel” by Johnny Cash & Hank Williams Jr.
“Like It’s a Bad Thing” by Gary Allen
“Ain’t No Woman Like You” by Trace Adkins
“Shut Your Eyes” by Snow Patrol
Labels: offspring, random, travel
My fear
I've always had a fear of suffocating - the feeling of "not being able to get enough air" makes me crazy.Being somehow constricted...and I lose my mind...a little.
Trucks…and what’s for dinner
I was doing too many things at once.
I was…
…supervising the cooking of dinner (spaghetti and sauce)
…directing as to the location of various, seldom-used cooking apparatus (apparatuses? apparati?)
…helping Muffin with spelling homework
…re-writing legislative language in my head (NOT a good idea…especially if trying to chew gum at the same time)
…calculating monthly bills against current incomes
…fielding random and rapid-fire questions from Banana regarding “Formal Prom” protocols
…ignoring my sore back muscles (I shoveled yesterday and Oh, baby, my muscles doth protest too much methinks)
…wishing I was drunk on a beach somewhere infinitely warmer than here
…cursing my icicle feet
…and I lost my temper by yelling something about stopping all the noise and chaos – most of which was actually in my own head. I frosted that shit cake by retreating to my bathroom, locking the door and concentrating on breathing – slowly, deeply, evenly – for about 20 minutes. When I emerged, having re-established a white-knuckled death grip on my own sanity, the cacophony had quieted to a dull roar, various individuals retreated to neutral corners of the house…and now I am left to my own devices…such as kicking cats away from using my potted houseplants instead of the cat box as their personal lavatory.
And such as … well … work … which I am putting off by writing this post.
Oh. And I bought a new truck.
Ford. Razor Red. A lot of bells and whistles, including Sirius Radio and the very cool Sync that lets me call “hands free.” I miss my Chevy – and I really wanted and tried to find an Avalanche – but The Boy struck a deal with the Ford salesman, and when all the dust settled, I had the keys to a Ford in my hand. Actually – The Boy had the keys to my truck in his hand and he drove it for two days while I was away for work.
Anyway…that is a story for another day. If ever.
Today’s Shuffle:
“Hello Again” by The Cars
“I Have Been Lonely” by Blake Shelton
“Who Can It Be Now?” by Men at Work
“House of Wolves” by My Chemical Romance
“Silly Love Songs” by Paul McCartney
“Tears from a Gun” by The Black Ghosts
Labels: cars, stupid me
I recommend checking out stingrays when you're in the Cayman Islands
Swimming with the stingrays in Grand Cayman was something I'll never forget. What a blast. I must go back and do it again!!
Check my "flickr" page for proof...I do get out occasionally.
