Living Organisms

Things of that nature

I need to write things. I have pressure built up there in my fog brain.

It's stress fermentation.

Let's just call this free association and then pretend like it all makes sense when I let my brain "puke Maytag on the highway." (So to speak) Paying attention? I didn't think so.

blaaagghhh...........okay, so I met the quintessential Yoga teacher today...I know it's wrong, but she made me giggle because she was so hung up on her Yoginity that she made herself seem ridiculous. She used the breathy sleepy voice all through class - that no one could hear - like she was trying to put us in a trance, but all it made me want to do was point a giant foam finger at her and say "YOU, woman, speak up!" She drives a Subaru for sure. (Support Organic Farmers!) ;-) Do I make sense? No. I told you...it's the fog brain. It's like "The Mist" in Skeleton Crew, only it's in my brain... Let's work backwards for the heck of it. When I left for my class, I walked down the front steps and stepped off the bottom step and slipped on the ice and fell flat on my tail bone. Pisser. I dropped my phone and my purse and I got up and was all snowy. Now my butt hurts...but I'm still all limbered up from class. Gee, can't wait to see how stiff I'll be in the morning. My birthday is this weekend and for some reason, it's been one of those things that has turned into the biggest hassle. I don't even care now. It's been lame. Back and forth about whether we have the kids this weekend or not. All I wanted was to have a fun time. I won't even get a chance to see my mom. Last week we got robbed out of our own basement by the guy that was supposed to be fixing the upstairs neighbors furnace. The guy's boss (surprisingly named "Wisdom") spit in Wile's eyes on our porch during the fight that insued over the missing stuff, but I doubt that he will do that to someone again. Everyone wants to move, but we're in limbo until we talk to the landlords and we're at their mercy. It's making me crazy. I just want to get settled somewhere. They could just be jerks and tell us we can't get out of the lease. At the same time, we have an application out for a really nice house across from Riverside Park and we really want to live there, but we have to wait and see if he accepts us. If he accepts us, then we would be so very happy, but I don't know if he will. Credit problems are a bitch. Stress fermentation...limbo...brain freeze...ready for spring...It's supposed to get up to 48 degrees next week. Man, I hope so. I'm so ready for a heat wave. (ha, ha.) We were just discussing how it's funny that we're excited that it's staying light out until 7:00pm now. Plus we set our clocks forward this weekend. More light is a blessing for my birthday. I'm so glad that spring is around the corner.

Well, off to bed. Cobwebs be gone. Bed bugs, come keep me warm.

On the Wall at Jimmy John's

"There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven."