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2005-08-09 @ 12:26 p.m. |
I have such an interesting inbox on the internet. Aside from all my lovely diaryland correspondence, I also had the following e-mail subject lines waiting for my perusal this week: And my favorite... Incidently, the text in the e-mail breathlessly read: "There is this free dating site filled with tons of sex-o-holics. No flowers, no gifts, just meet up for some action :). There are also some who want something serious though. So if you want a long-termer, or a one-nighter, you got it ;). Whatever floats your boat pretty much!" Kinda like a church social, I guess. So it appears that I have been tagged by the extremely dangerous and wildly amusing Blue Meany , the real Weapon of Laugh Destruction in Iraq. I guess I must choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band. Unfortunately I am a total rainman when it comes to knowing bands and song titles. I really don't listen to that much popular music. Now if we were doing Broadway musicals, I could play this game to infinity, but I'll try my best. So I choose The Beatles. I'm tossing out the first question. Are you male or female? since that would require the removal of clothing to check out my naughty bits and all my windows are open and the dentists next store might get an eye-ful, so onto the second one... Describe yourself: Day Tripper How do some people feel about you: Run for your Life How do you feel about yourself: The Fool on the Hill Describe your current significant other: Nowhere Man. As in where the hell is he? I can't find him. Describe where you want to be: Magical Mystery Tour Describe what you want to be: Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds (or at least Lucy in Suburbs with hubby) Describe how you live: With A Little Help From My Friends. (Thanks �A�) Describe how you love: Twist and shout Share a few words of wisdom: Hey Jude...how �bout that nanny? It�s been a pretty sedate week so far. I am recovering from a really bad bug bite to my toe, which I think I got over the weekend when I went hiking. My baby toe has been swollen up like a big, red cherry tomato and itching. Its been very uncomfortable every time I�ve had to put on my shoes. I�ve been rubbing everything in the medicine cabinet on it including inveeno and cortisone cream. The cortisone cream seems to have been the most helpful and my need to walk around barefoot, even at work, has seemed to lessen today. I�m sure yesterday people were probably muttering damn hippie because I was walking barefoot around the office and had my sandals off during meetings. But damn, it was just too sore to have anything rubbing against it. Plus I�ve been extraordinarily fatigued the last couple of days and I�m hoping its not some creeping illness ready to overtake my body. Especially at this particular moment...when I�m just starting to get ready for my move. I have been working more than usual lately. I usually only work about 4-7 hours a week and last week I worked 18 hours and this week it�ll probably be about 20 hours. I know to you full timers, that�s nothing, but I�ve been on disability for 5 years and I�m not exactly used to having my brain being on alert for that many hours in a row, plus I have all my extra curricular activities like my shrink appointment, my art classes. This last week I put together a 6 page newsletter for my art group. I�ve been cleaning out my house....getting rid of stuff....taking books to my favorite local library for their book sale in September....taking load after load to Goodwill....going to my section eight appointment, which actually scared me because he said my account was now closed out and my new place was going to be like a whole different account and I most likely won�t be getting any funding for September and my new apartment is almost $600 and I only get $750 on disability. I�m also waiting to hear from the other place which is supposed to be helping me with a deposit, but I haven�t heard from them yet. I also have an art show at the end of August which I have to get ready for. But I�m just really starting to feel overwhelmed. Usually I only see my case mgr. twice a month, but she�s been letting me have appointments every week lately. I guess she realizes I�m on the verge of falling apart if I don�t. I also haven�t been seeing �A� much lately either. He just got back from vacation and also he has his new job with a local corporation, so its really been hit and miss with my appointments and that�s been difficult. As much as I�d like to think as myself as a free spirit, not having the same appointment every week has been hard. He�s just been plugging me into all different times and days and it makes it difficult to do my schedule at work, because I never know when he�s going to change my appointment. I�ve already missed work once to get to one of his appointments and I�m going to be missing it again tomorrow. I just don�t say anything, because I�m afraid he won�t give me an appointment because he thinks I�m complaining. Do you want some cheese with that whine, witty? I�m just feeling a little overwhelmed and all the heat we�ve had this summer hasn�t helped. I think we�re on about Day 21 of temperatures over 90 degrees. Our worst summer ever was 28 days. Plus we have some more 90 degree days coming up this week. And I live near Canada. Last summer we had exactly ONE day over 90 degrees. There must be some hole in the ozone layer and it must be directly over my house. And its giving me pimples, dammit!! Ever notice that? If you sweat profusely for like 21 days in a row, your skin starts looking like the surface of Saturn? Geeze, I hate that. And every night I go into my bathroom and swathe my face in Clearasil pads and it burns like hell and I look in the mirror and say, �its for your own good, zitface.� So I�ve been trying to look on the bright side of things...if my skin is oily, I won�t get wrinkles as fast. Yeah! Woot! And I think that has happened, although my mom constantly takes full credit for all of us in our family looking younger than our actual ages. Although, what exactly does an actual 47 year old look like? What are the exact number of wrinkles a 47 year old should have? Or how many gray hairs should be springing forth? Or how many chin hairs, if you�re an aging goddess, should we have? I think the criteria for men and women are different. I�ve seen women my age who look a lot older...beaten down by life, fatter....they wear polyester (ewww)....or they don�t listen to the news. Their whole lives are contained within the confines of their houses and it shows. Or they overdo it. They do tanning booths and pilates and look like musclely slabs of overcooked bacon. My brother�s girlfriend is like this. I really like her, but she looks way older than she is, because of excessive tanning. It has totally ruined her skin. She looks a good 5-8 years older than she actually is and older than my brother. Men are different though. For example �A� and Married Guy are the same age (a year older than me). You would never know it though. Married Guy looks a lot older. They�re both runners so they both are very tanned, but Married Guy is pretty wrinkled and his hair, what was left of it, was totally gray. Plus he had a beard that made him look even older. �A� on the other hand, has black, curly hair, no beard, very few light wrinkles and is so hyper and energetic, he reminds you of a teenager. I would guess his age around 40, probably. I guess what made me think of all this was my group I did with �J� yesterday. We had a new guy in it named Peter and we somehow got talking about Ed Sullivan and I said that I got to meet him when I was a kid and this guy was like �No way.� and I was like �Way!� and he said, �There is no way you are old enough to even know who Ed Sullivan is or to have watched him on TV!� and I was like �I used to watch him every Sunday night with my family and I even remember when the Beatles were on in 1964 because my sister was a big Beatles fan and she used to stand in front of the TV and scream and jump up and down and I got scared because I thought she was having a seizure or something. �J�, of course, was looking on, in some kind of apparent �I�ve never met any celebrities� snit, because he said, �Oh, you know all the movie stars, witty.� And I was like, I�m sorry, but I did meet Ed Sullivan...twice. And I�m younger and better looking than you too. Ha. I didn�t say that. I was just thinking that. I actually did meet him twice, because my mom used to work at a fancy hotel in Florida and he used to come to a celebrity golf tournament there every Spring and she used to push me into the path of every celebrity who was playing. I was terrified of all of them, of course...Bob Hope, Jackie Gleason, Gordon McCrea. But Ed Sullivan, though kind of cadaver-like, was very nice to me. And all the then-paparrazi thought it was funny that Ed Sullivan was stopping to talk to some solemn looking little girl along the golf course. I was only solemn because I was terrified. But he stopped and talked to me saying, �You better smile kid, otherwise, you�ll end up looking like me.� I still wasn�t convinced and wouldn�t look at him and all the reporters and photographers thought this was pretty funny and started laughing. And then he leaned over closer and said, �This is the hand that just shook the hands of the Beatles last week. Do you want to shake it?� Well, I didn�t really give a rat�s ass about the Beatles, since I was only about 6, but I knew it would make my sister really, realllllly jealous, so I finally shook his hand and there were pictures taken and the next day my name was mentioned in the Miami Herald newspaper. So, Meany, I may not know the names of all the Beatles songs, but I kinda, sorta shook hands with them once a long time ago... Older Entries |
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