multislacking
multislacking: doing multiple slacker-esque things concurrently. (urbandictionary.com)
Archive for April, 2008
It makes my inner feminist want to set fire to things.
I’m sorry, excuse me:
When did the idea of telling your partner to put a paper bag over her head become so fucking funny, they’re now making “adult humor” attire about it?
I mean, really.
Grow up you fucking losers. GROW UP.
Miscellanea.
I’m about to get a nice little check from a photo job I did that I wasn’t expecting any money out of. I’m spoiling myself and using it to buy a new laptop briefcase (mine is falling apart) and I think some nice reflectors to help me take better portraits. I’ve been thinking… there’s just too much money laying around out there for me not to be doing little photo gigs on the side here and there for pocket cash. Just last week, someone hit me up to take photos of his kid. And I accepted.
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I’ve agreed to attend my first poker event. A tournament, in someone’s house. It’s on May 2nd.
And I’ve never played poker. Haha. I have plans to play around online before then. The guy throwing it told me he would even stake me if I would come and play (wow!) but I have a feeling, knowing me, I’ll just go and watch.
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The oldest living member of my extended family is probably about to pass on. He’d be 90 on May 17th if he could hold on that long. He is my great-uncle’s (who is passed) father-in-law. He’s a funny old guy. He ministered for a while; traveled the world. As an old man, he has been ornery as hell. He’s a story teller, for sure. He’s been in and out of hospitals for the better part of a year now, and his daughter, my great-aunt by marriage, has leaned a lot on my mother during that time. She just called the house to tell Mom that his belly is distended and no doctor has given her a good answer as to why. Working where I work, and with my other’s own experience caring for the elderly, we’re all aware in my house anyway that that is something that generally happens as the body starts to shut down.
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My absent-mindedness has been REALLY bad for the past several days. I’ve managed to lose my keys twice and my wallet once in just two days.
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I did not a single one of the things I “needed” to do this weekend. The car needs cleaned out again. My desk is piled high; I didn’t clean that, either. Also, the bathroom needs a scrubbing. And I have a heap of dirty laundry that needs washing. I know I’m out of pants for work so I’m about to go do a load of those at least.
Instead, I went out Friday, to the Festival of the Arts and to dinner with good company. Slept late on Saturday, then played with the niece for a short while, had a quiet evening at the boyfriend’s house. Today, I played some more with the niece (and learned I STILL have AWESOME coloring skillz), took a nap, and worked on sorting my massive photo library.
I want to learn to change my behaviors so that I’m not such a mess. Less daily mess = Less cleaning in the end. But clutter and chaos seem to follow me around and I can’t for the life of me shake the buggers off.
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I’m calling my old orthodontist tomorrow. It has been ten years since I had my braces taken off. I wasn’t ever very diligent about wearing my retainers, and I’m sorry for that now. You see, I grind my teeth in my sleep. I have done this since I was five years old. Teeth grinding opens doors to all kinds of jaw problems.
Well, my bite line is no longer straight. Hasn’t been for eight years, ha. But the cumulative stress I guess has gotten to my jaw. It has popped when I chew for several years now. Sometimes, it’s so loud, my boyfriend can hear me from several feet away. For at least a year, I’ve had irregular bouts of jaw muscle pain, that seem to just come and go with weather or particular times of stress for me. And then for about a month or so now, I’ve been having more regular pain. Today, it was so bad I almost couldn’t eat. (It takes a lot to get between me and food. Hahaha.)
I know what’s going to happen. I’m going to go back, and after he gripes me out… (he is an old family friend; I called him Uncle Wally when I was a little girl and he was putting my sisters through braces)… he’s going to put me in retainers. Which I HATE. Because in order to prevent me from chewing through them, they have to be made especially thick. This is from experience; I almost gnawed through the first set he ever gave me.
The thicker they are, the more they get in the way of speech and the more I drool everywhere. Gosh, I hate them.
But after the pain reached an all-time peak today, I decided… I’d better get this looked at now. I don’t want it to get any worse. Even if it means I’m back in retainers for a while. / sigh /
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And I wonder why no one ever reads my blog.
God, I’m boring.
Night.
I want to be five years old.
My five year old niece stayed the weekend with us.
For the first time since I was nine, I willingly let someone call me The Princess.
You see, we were playing in my great-grandmother’s beaded jewelry. And I was “crowned” by the High Princess herself. So I had to accept. *shrugs* What can you do?
She also started a food color war. She and my mother, aka Nana, were coloring sugar on Friday night to make colored sugar cookies on Saturday. She decided she wanted to fill my dad’s, aka Papa’s, coffee sugar jar with PINK sugar. So they did.
Saturday morning, Papa retaliated, and we had green pancakes for breakfast.
I have really enjoyed watching my parents get to be grandparents. It does make me a little sad, though. I never had any grandparents like that. My great-grandmother was alive until a couple of years ago, but by the time I was around, she was too old to handle an energetic kid. I never had anyone to make sugar cookies with.
Anyway, back to my niece. She’s hilarious. I walked in this morning around nine. I had stayed at my boyfriend’s house last night.
She spun around in her chair when I walked in.
“And why are you coming home so late!”
I winked at her and walked off. When I came back into the room, she eyed me again. “Where were you!?”
Without thinking, I said, “None of your business,” and grinned at her.
I can hear the phone ringing now. In a few days, my sister’s going to call and scold me for teaching her child a new phrase. Hahaha!
Better than any drug.
I’ve been combing over my images from my week out of town tonight.
I had a moment’s pause while I was editing a photo– I became self-aware in a moment of sheer emotion– what I can only call ecstasy.
It was joy, it was excitement, it was contentedness, and peace, and it was all caused by proper creation of an image I had seen in my mind’s eye.
It’s like what I imagine being high must like. Nothing else matters any more. You’re just… happy. And giggly. And feel like you simply have to get up and stretch because your skin can barely contain you any more.
I wish I could share some of those images with you, blog. But I cannot. I stamp my name and copyright in the files and I wouldn’t want my stalkers finding my little pretend safe-haven from them.
Alright, back to my cocaine I go.
