Thursday, July 31, 2008

What to do with the knowledge

This will be dragged out for me
a lingering illness
Quicker from your point of view
when you realize there is something wrong
what will you do with the knowledge
at what point will you call
chronic – terminal
Having already grieved once
when will you know the second coming
What signs will I see. Creator but disbeliever.
How will it all go down, ground zero never knows.
With my foresight I stand
ground zero
neither victim nor hero.

Monday, July 28, 2008

China OKAY ready for people of the Olympic flowing


A single sign trying to communicate with the Dutch, German, english dyslexic AND corrupt government officials.

Good to be told what is socially acceptable in a foreign culture

A very good attempt but
but only my friends can call me "liquor head"

I was less upset by the affectionate term Crippie then Gravid
I don't know about you but in my mind the term "gravid" is used to describe the condition of a snake when carrying young internally, not so much pregnant women *Shudder*


They are even prepared for the well traveled slut in us all

From parking to everyWhore juice

Monday, July 07, 2008

Bathroom humor

First of all the shooting on the 3rd was completely unrelated to me addressing 3 girls as insignificant bitches.
Poor Dr. C.J. chose the wrong line at the port'ojohn, her door never opened. I came out and told her she was going next. There seemed to be some debate, I blocked them, she went in, they thought they wanted to continue the discussion, I informed the insignificant bitches they were indeed mistaken (I mean, seriously, if you want to fight over a port-o-potty I can still get that Decatur), they apologized, Dr. C.J. came out like a bear and I had to steer her away lest the IB's piss themselves again.

I had nothing to do with the man wandering the halls at Navy Pier on the 4th. looking for the illusive bathroom. Okay, actually I did. He assumed I worked there, "or something" because I was in costume (word to the uninformed a hat is a costume). So I sent him out of the restaurant and down the hall where there are signs that will lead you all along the second floor, but the illusive restrooms are unmarked and locked *Smirk*.
That's what you get for mocking me while I'm in line for the bathroom and being too stupid to see that the mens room is right next to it. But then several women commented on my "Costume" and asked if I worked there. Since I WAS in costume and suddenly was employed there "or something" I reminded them the USO was in Navy Pier and would they mind letting me go ahead of them as I needed to get back to work
(or something).

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Best friends, B.O., Biology, Breeders, Baal and Balance

When you get a call from you best friend, who is spending 10 days with her family, and under the din of 6 people trying to talk over each other and screaming children you hear a ghost in the connection begging (in a silent and breathless way) "Save meee" you go. Tho leaving town on a Friday after work and arriving downstate on the same day is a mathematic vehicularly impossibility
Amtrak has managed it every time. I love the train so I happily take the train down on a friday night and let Vehicularly chic Big Daddy follow the next day with the puppy. As far as travel goes I think it is the best. It takes longer than air travel but the seats are bigger and you can move about all you want. It is about the same as driving but you aren't driving and there is a bar car. Ah the luxuries of a by gone era.
We bordered late then had to wait for the reattaching of the engine so it was at least 50 minutes before I was relaxing in the bar car. But once I'm there that means everything is fine. It's fine by me if you want to role along at a reduced rate of speed thru the quaint little towns, over river and by field as long as we get there tonight. But then we stop and suddenly the bar car fills up with construction workers just off the job. Meet my sweaty new boyfriend...
Nope he is not wearing a shirt, neither were any of his friends.
So I arrive late and apologize profusely to my friend and her dad who also came to pick me up. Some things never change, her parents have been rescuing me as long as they've known me. They didn't seem to taken aback by the 40 min. wait. I was starving when I got there and ate the leftover ribs and Cuban sandwich. This is just the beginning of the biological experiment I performed on myself over the next 2 days: Biscuits and gravy, baked spaghetti, baguettes drenched in olive oil and cheese, BBQ, and of course bourbon. There was also the 6year old wedding cake top (Big Daddy rightly so passed on that saying at least one person should abstain) I still have a gastric pain in my side. Every time she and I are together lately it seems we try to kill each other. We also stayed up into the wee hours of the morning drinking and I got to follow that up with the 6am "thump-thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.... SHRIEK WAIIIIL" wake up call of a 2&1/2 year old above me. This child did nothing but throw tantrums and shriek from the time I got there until I left. I think we all know how I feel about children. But this ones mother must have mated with Satan. The child speaks 3 recognizable words, is unresponsive to discipline AND his name, violent, and spoiled. This was the worst torture I have endured. My best friend asked me to watch him for a moment, knowing full well I would push him off the balcony the first chance I got, too haggard and spent from the family and the cooking and the babysitting she was doing on this vacation to think straight. She looked desperate when I flatly refused. I don't think it occurred to her until later I WAS being responsible by saying no. *Shudder*
I knew why she and her dad seemed so unperturbed by my train being 40 min. late. My respite was going to my mothers house to do chores and I was glad for it. She had told me about the gardening and the sorting and hauling but she hadn't mentioned the gutters. The gutters had forests of 3 inch maple trees growing out of them. She said she would have paid someone to do them but the only person who had offered was a drunk and she didn't want him on the ladder. So it was in a state of sleep deprived-inebriated-hungoverness that I found myself on the roof looking down over the edge happily scooping out the trees and their foul smelling life source of composted water glad for the peace.