it just do.
Month: August 2003
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It’s cold outside, there’s no kind of atmosphere.
I’m all alone, more or less.
Let me fly, far away from here
Fun Fun Fun, in the Sun Sun Sun.
I want to lie shipwrecked and comatose,
drinking fresh mango juice,
Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes.
fun fun fun, in the sun sun sun…
I’m off to the coast…
smoke me a kipper,
I’ll be back for breakfast! -
I was married by a judge.
I should have asked for a jury.
…Groucho Marx
Now For Something
COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:
I love you dear; you are my love
You were sent from up above…
Betwixt the clouds the birds fly high;
Your love just hit me in the eye!
But that’s okay! You made your mark-
One day while strolling in the park,
You laid your cloak atop the muck…
I could scarce believe my luck!
A true Gallant! A Manly Man!
How shocked to end up on my can;
You grinned with glee and slung the cape
And tossed me off, you dirty ape!
Through the years our love has bloomed,
Though some had thought it surely doomed;
Respect has grown as years trip by;
Behind my back I hold a pie…
for my love.
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why don’t you go HERE and click play
so that I am not the only person here with I’m eating a monkey salad stuck in my head for an entire week.
you can, of course, go to threebrain.com and see gonads and strife again…I go about once a week, for two years now…longer than therapy, but nearly as comforting. it’s practically a sacrament.
you know, I actually emailed three brain, asking them to pleeeeeeeease design a license plate frame that says “weeeeeeeeeeee!” they haven’t. guess I’ll have to make one.
missjane (no longer baby) peed on the potty for the very first time this morning. of course, three hours later she peed on the floor too, so, well, you know.
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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words good. like talk big words.
some of my favorite expressions:
- dumb as a box of hair (stressmagnet)
- great zombie jesus! (highdesertlola)
- don’t cry, little baby jesus, he don’t cry…(my sis)
words I grew up with that not everyone appears to use:
- chesterfield, davenport, daveno…for sofa
- rig…for vehicle, and all vehicles can be referred to as cars
- my grandmother calls elastics “rubbers” no matter how much I beg her not to.
as I was dressing this morning babyjane said,
“your boobies are sure my friends.”
okay then. - dumb as a box of hair (stressmagnet)
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…and someday you might feel like this
look in the mirror and say:
time has done this.
time has done this, time has done this to me
your troubled heart
your worried mind
leave it all behind
believe me:
baby, you’re not so unlovable
maybe they never learned how to
I’ve got some roses to send you
maybe someday you might feel like this
look in the mirror and say,
WE HAVE TODAY
and time has done this
time has done this to me
and maybe
it’s all right…
~Syd Strawimage by salvador dali
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so I vacuumed the house today…did some serious housewifferery.
then the ups truck pulled up. delivered a brand new vacuum cleaner from my mother in law. I could go into details, make a great joke, but I’ll just let YOU do the math.
so here’s a little digital ego masturbation, mainly for MY edification:
my room.
diaper changing station…I’ve gone back to cloth now that we have a decent washer/drier. to the left of the bed, a photo of the ardenvoir homestead, a dragonfly sculpture from HighDesertLola. to the right, art by missfrizzle, and further right, John Burch, hahahaha…. actually, a fishy wall hanging scouted by VeryModern. you can also see my grandmother’s babyhutch and the basket where I keep extra books and pillows. I made those curtains, dammit. and the valances. maybe my style is pedestrian, but I don’t give a fuck. I like it. to the left is my closet and bathroom.
my books.
my desk…
that’s an owl sitting on a box of fishing reels, just so’s you know…
the mousepad is a public television reddwarf freebee.
the card (over a year old) is from my sister, and says:
why doesn’t everything always always always go my way??
she knows me well.
under the desk.
the bureau.
Boucephalus, Alexander the Great’s horse
Brownie, my childhood buddy
Ben Harper cd’s (from hdlola) and bills
tower o’ dolls
pictures, actions figures, thank you notes
jewelry box, candle, bag from mother, buddha box from sister
bear rattle, handbill for renn faire no one will go to with me
incense burner, mary candle, glow in the dark virgin (don’t they all?)
wanna see my kitchen?
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the hillside is covered in blackberry brambles…the hillside edging our front lawn. it’s where the street would be, if there was a street. the branches are laden with berries, about 1/16th of them ripe. I was standing there looking up the carved in path to the water meter, and saw two furry dark bodies, about the size of ferrets, scurry across. they moved like lizards, though, and were too fast to see. shivvvver. maybe they were otters from the pond above. yeah otters…not flesh eating star lizards set to creep in my window tonight, just as I drop off to sleep.
last night we watched as a yearling doe ate the strawberries we’re growing on the patio. I’m glad none of us are the kind of people that would chase her away. gawd, they’re beautifull.
we were eating sammiches on the patio tonight, and the big unusual treat: soda pop in a can. babyjane was just drinking the pop, ignoring her turkey on white, so I told her she had to eat three more bites before she could have another drink (plus we were sharing that can!). she puts down the root beer, looks at me, gauging my level of seriousness, picks up her sandwich as she mutters under her breath…jeeeesus christ…
so this afternoon was the latest in my nine months of nearly weekly psychotherapy (yes, I am a psycho and need therapy…like there was any question in your mind…). she told me I might start feeling ready to come less frequently, even taper off entirely. I feel like Rocky. you know, the fighter, on the top of those steps…not the flying squirell.
so I wonder if I’ll get a diploma, with a seal, that says “I am not crazy.” I could make photocopies and attach them to my resume.
