Some Oldies

I really need the laptop to be an extension of my arm, as it used to be. And as I'm fulfilling my new career, I want to stop all my bad habits, but I can't tell you about the old habits until you know about the way I used to be, the way I used to write and the way I used to think, unparalleled to natural or normal thoughts. So these next few entries are coming from my hand-written journal of last summer and fall, ending to the current day.

June 20, 2010
So here's a little something... My friend is out of town right now until the 27th, and I"m excited for when he returns. I got a ride to the bank at the south end of town from him and it was so quiet, good company. He seemed to want to go back to my place, but i declined; i needed a ride to work. A sweet compliment on my part, I believe. A show of interest, perhaps. I don't know whether to play along or 'hard to get'. Either way, we bother incline to positive gestures

I went most of the day without my glasses on and I though it was a pleasant change. Right now, though, there is a foreign movie on the TV, my belly is full with greasy spoon luncheon and Tex-Mex fried dessert burrito, but my handsome hubby is lying next to me and perhaps I will straddle him.

June 25, 2010
'Easier With Practice'
interluded a sex-trivial pursuit,
I straddled my husband and
his slumber disturbed for 
the san-skin flick flared up my loin!
This executed stunt was recieved well, I gather,
for we both came shortly after.



June 25, 2010
My bio-clock wake me up at eight o'clock this morning. Seth was in panic mode and disturbed my race for eight hours of natural sleep. His condition needs treatment; I visit Dr Pai next Wednesday. Courageously he dressed, dosed his medication and letme patiently rest and went on to work.

I was up at eight, and greeted the girls (my cats). Poured the last drink of coffee into Seth's cup and proceeded to swallow the bitter end. I even decided that i must eat that last cannoli in the fridge for breakfast and filled my lunch bag. Even the cats restroom was cleaned. I even managed to catch the bus on time. But there was no key for me to get in the store to work.

The three-man landscape crew was early, too. Let's call him Manuel, came up to me and said I was sexy. I was confident, I knew. And I giggled and let him compliment me one more time, bringing my darling husband in the convo to say I'm lucky and flattered. thank you and walk away to the cool safeness of Java Dave's where a purple smoothie awaited.

June 28, 2010
I am watching 20/20, a wonderfully insightful show. I am reminded that I once had an outspoken voice - i believed in 'no tolerance' for sexual harassment [FLASHBACK Mrs Mata's fifth grade class]. Where had my voice gone? Coated over like the head pills the doctor writes for me. SAY NO TO DRUGS... EVERY NOW AND THEN.

July 6, 2010
I'm thinking of my first blog entry, and all i can think of is food. The creamy, homemade ice cream sitting in my happy belly is now making me bloat and sleepy. My body is numb to the pain of calories as I eat two, three of my lovely Lemon Corona Cakes.

September 30, 2010    ...the 4 o'clock Bus
Sitting and waiting for the bus. I have at least ten minutes of sitting in the shade before I leap on board. Sitting in the shade, caffeine and nicotine, Two lovely Jehovah's Witness girls pass me by as I wait in the shade. Seth talked to me again yesterday about learning to drive. Such hatred, anxiety, and madness, It is unnatural, i feel, still, and don't want to drive. I was an emotional wreck there after. He had been talking about divorce signs with his boss.