Sunday, January 30, 2005

Feelin' Petty

She was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

It was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on the balcony
She could hear the cars roll by
Out on four forty one like waves crashing on the beach
And for one desperate moment there
She crept back in her memory
God, it's so painful when something that's so close
Is still so far out of reach

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

American Girl - Tom Petty

Saturday, January 29, 2005

Cabin Fever

I swear if I don't get out of this house for a while I am going to go stark raving mad. Oh wait, too late. I miss doing "adult" things. Going to pubs, going out to eat with friends, concerts. Hell, I miss just having someone to hang out with. Ah well.

Thursday, January 27, 2005


My futon finally bit the dust today. It rests in pieces now, one side of the seat sadly lying on the floor. I guess it's gonna be floor seating around here as I can't afford to buy a new anything right now. Poor futon. Though I despised you, you shall be missed.

Hometown rant #835

Today I spent 5 hours in the ER. No. There wasn't an emergency. Maddy has strep throat again. Second time in as many months. Why were we at the ER for such a minor thing? Well, that would be because of the 3 minor care clinics in this town one (her until today new regular doc) decided that he wasn't going to see any more walk-ins today ten minutes before we got there after we had already been told we could be seen on the phone, one won't take her insurance (this they tell us after we sit there for 35 minutes waiting to check in. yes, there was hissy fit), and one I refuse to go to because it is staffed by incompetent jackasses. It is really beyond ridiculous when those are the lengths you have to go to for medical care. I guess the Clinics of North Texas are making so much money that they can afford to turn away patients and I guess Dr. Olobia's meeting was much more important than seeing patients. So, we had to overburden the ER staff with minor stuff not to mention the SEVEN hours I spent driving all over town and sitting in clinics to get my puking, feverish, sore throated daughter seen. I'm really fed up with the medical "professionals" in this town.

Love Code

Today my son and I were leaving United after grocery shopping, and he found a folded up slip of paper laying in the parking lot. He hollered "It's a love note!" and picked it up. This is what it said -
(Steak on garlic)
Bread & reg bread
Sour cream
hair spray

The other side said -
instant lunch (soup isle)
Cheddar cheese
fire starter

He said "It's in secret code!" We had fun on the way home trying to decipher it.
What do y'all think it means?

Speaking of love, my favorite quote of the month (year, decade possibly) comes from the ever eloquent red clay -
"it just don't sound the same under obligation.
when you mean it, it'll come spilling out like churchbells.
heartfelt. pure. and they'll be able to hear it crosst town."

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Seeking Juan "Valdez"

Last night I dreamed that you told me to come and see you. You were up high on a mountain in like Mexico or somewhere with lots of jungle. You gave me directions, but they weren't very good and I kept getting lost and having to backtrack. I also kept getting caught up in all of these crazy scenes with people and that was holding me up. I drove and I walked and I went in circles and finally, FINALLY, I reached the top of the mountain where you were. Just as I walked up to you, you said "Oh, there you are. I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you later".
Oh, and in this dream I was about 11 years younger and was wearing my hair long and curly like I did back then. No surprise that some of the people who kept holding me up were real blasts from the past.
I don't think it takes an expert to figure that one out.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Updates at The Library Card Chronicles and Flab to Fab (yes, I use the word update loosely).

Monday, January 24, 2005

Yeah Yeah Yeah

No matter what you did to her, she said,
There’s times, she said, she misses you, your face
Will pucker in her dream, and times the bed’s
Too big. Stray hairs will surface in a place
You used to leave your shoes. A certain phrase,
Some old song on the radio, a joke
You had to be there for, she said, some days
It really gets to her; the way you smoked
Or held a cup, or her, and how you woke
Up crying in the night sometimes, the way
She’d stroke and hush you back, and how you broke
Her still. All this she told me yesterday,
Then she rolled over, laughed, began to do
To me what she so rarely did with you.

Roddy Lumsden
Mischief Night: New & Selected Poems
Bloodaxe Books / Dufour Editions

Sunday, January 23, 2005

The King is Gone

No, not Elvis. The retired "King of Late Night TV", Johnny Carson died today. Until his retirement, I watched the show nearly every night. I still love to watch the reruns. Rest in peace, Johnny.

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

second verse, same as the first

I guess by now y'all have figured out that I am all moved and have the 'net up and running again. I haven't really posted anything because all it would be is a bunch of bitching about having to move into a crappy house that I can't afford and the carpet having to be replaced and the horrible plumbing and etc. and so on. I've been here almost 3 weeks and it has been seriously hard going getting everything clean and up to anywhere near my standards. I've probably nitpicked the owner to death, but come on... if you have a house to rent, fix this shit BEFORE you try to rent it. They've had to replace carpet, two ceiling fans, electrical outlets and repaint stuff. The fucking dryer wasn't even vented out! I made them do that and clean up the mess. See... this is why no posting. I don't want to fill it up with ranting. I've almost got everything where I want it and am slowly getting things up on the walls and stuff. I had to rip down all the disgusting mini-blinds that were in here, so I am getting all of those replaced as I can. I'm putting up the matchstick bamboo blinds. The ones in the living room look great. They're called "green tea" and are almost the same shade as the carpet. Yes, pale green carpet. Ack. I didn't like it at first, but now that I have started decorating around it the color really blends. I have a lot of black and browns and darker greens and creams going on. The walls are white and it looks pretty decent so far. I'll have to post pics sometime.
Another reason I haven't posted is I haven't wanted to type. I burned my finger about a week ago and while the burned place is healed up, my finger is about to rot off from infection. Yeah, nice. You don't realize how much you use your pinkie (pinky?) until you can't. Let's see. How's the weather? heh Yeah, I'm out of material. (btw the weather is freaking cold here)

Monday, January 17, 2005

meet me by my locker after study hall

You Are 14 Years Old


Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.

20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.

30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!

40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Excerpt from a Dear John Letter 2

Thanks for the mindfuck misery memories.