Sunrise at Sea

Real

Moments like this remind me that I am real.
There are days that float by, or maybe I float through them.
Never touching.
Never being touched.
Just drifting through with no highs or lows, snags or glitches.
Those are the days that I look in the mirror and there is that strange fog in front of my reflection that leaves me wondering just who it is I'm looking at.

Not today though.
I'm all here.
And I should feel better now.
I mean I've run through my emergency preparedness list for the past hour and even if I was half asleep and none of it made sense at least it's done right?
And it's no big deal.
I simply have a great way of freaking myself out over some things-though mostly it's just on the inside, and really, that way if anything ever does happen then I already have a plan.
Plans are good.
Plans keep you sane.
Now worrying is another issue.
Worrying can make you crazy.
Worrying is like rocking I always heard.
A whole lot of work that gets you no where.
So I don't worry.
I think and I plan.
Not worry.

*snort* If you believe that, there's a bridge with my name on it that I'd be happy to part with for a very reasonable price.

After all, it's just a little day trip to Atlanta.
What could go wrong?

Don't answer that.

Well what do you know?
It is just another Fuckin Friday after all Ya'll!

What a nice day I've had.

I love my stripey socks.
I love my tight white tee.
I love my holey jeans.

These little things have made my day.

The sun finally came out, peeking around the clouds.
I got my shopping done-no more major trips to the grocery til after Thanksgiving.
Walking without too much of a limp.

A few more things that have made my day.

Now, on to the Greyhound!

Is it Thursday yet?

Sometimes when you put on those panties that look great when you are on your way to naked you forget that they don't work so well under your jeans.

I forgot.



WEDGIE.



Or forplay.

I can't decide.

A picture is worth a thousand words.

I wonder what this one has to say.

The Camo Cat-unretouched in case you're wondering.

My writer self has wandered and I was, you know, just wondering if any of you have seen her? If you do see her, send her back my way please. I kind of miss her and her words that captured my heart and soul and imagination in a way that I could share and through that feel connected to a world larger than the one inside my bed, my room, my house, my head.

"You only live once you know." said MIL

"I know, you might as well have fun, there aren't any do-overs." says I.

Big Daddy D pipes in, "I don't know, sometimes you get a phone number."

Speaking of...

It may be time to get Blue a blow up cat. Or take him in for a little operation. Blue is getting to that age where Mom's don't ask what their little boy is doing all that time in the shower.

Don't ask.

Oh wait, it's TMI Thursday so I'll tell you anyway.

I'm laying in bed minding my own business when Blue leaps up beside me for a cuddle/purr session. I'm petting his fuzzy ears when he squirms away and tackles my forearm. He grabs my wrist and licks/nibbles the back of my hand, straddles my arm and paddles his back feet and I'm going "HOLY SHIT! This cat is masturbating on my fucking arm!"

Which he was.

SNIP SNIP.

Conversations

I wanna go to KMart!

Why do you want to go to Kmart?

I wanna go to KMart!

Why do you want to go to Kmart?

I wanna buy sumfin.

Do you have money, REAL money?

Yes.

You do? Real money to buy something?

Yes.

Where is your real money?

In Daddy's pocket.

(The car rocks with laughter as Daddy says "Funny, Mommy says the same thing")

So what would you like to watch for your night night movie?

Mommy.

No, something else.

Ok.

What would you like to watch for your night night movie?

God.

Alright, "Prince of Egypt" it is.

(She thinks I'm more fun than God-isn't that sweet?)

(WAIT! Maybe she meant I was more boring than God...Oh well! =)