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14 April 2009

Fire!!!

Now that I have your attention.....

Well, here I am hopped up on Unisom, hoping to beat the sleep-deprivation cycle for....
Just. One. Night. We'll see. I'll let ya know how it goes tomorrow. Oh wait...it is tomorrow.

So anyhow, I just finished a geology paper, a day late, and now that my brain has been tectonically-shifted, and my encephalon is marked with moraines and crevasses, I thought I'd write something with contractions, and lots of sentence fragments. Maybe a comma splice, or two. Please bide the aforementioned sarcasm warning. I don't want anybody going all softy on me, and thinking I have dangerous ideations. And be advised that there is no telling where this might go once the Unisom really kicks in. I imagine something like Erma Bombeck, in a trailer after smoking a quarter-ounce of dope, with a bong.

I got up today at about 12pm. (Yes, that's noon for all you lucky, gainfully employed people) Couldn't sleep last night for stressing about the stupid geology paper so I made up for lost sleep in broad daylight after the kids were off to school. Sinful, I know.

When I got up, I started in on the obnoxious pile of dirty clothes having a loud, head-banging party outside my bedroom door. I loaded up the dryer, half-killed myself reaching over the boxes of detergent and fabric softener and switched the dryer on. Then I got on the phone and talked to my mom. It was a lovely conversation. We have it every day. It's part of our routine.

I answered, "Hello."

She said "Hey, what're you doing?"

I said, "Laundry and homework. What're you doing?"

She said, "Nothing. Just wanted to see what you were doing."

I said, "OK."

She said, "OK."

Then, I turned around, and noticed the smoke billowing out of the laundry room. Then the smell hit me and I stated, "Uh...Mom, I gotta go. Something's on fire." I was so calm. Eerily calm. The thought that crossed my mind in that fleet moment was maybe.....and then it vanished. Poof. Like lighters and Social Security Cards and socks are wont to do in my home. It just vanished.

I opened the dryer. No smoke. I checked the outlet behind the dryer. No smoke. I beat the hell outta Keith's door. No smoke. I checked the garbage can. No smoke. However, after I stopped the dryer the smoke began to dissipate. I still have no idea where the smoke came from and I just hope it doesn't return while I'm asleep. That would suck It was a wee bit disappointing. Keith and David were looking a little freaked, probably because I was so calm. Emergencies do not induce calm in me. Emergencies induce profound panic and profuse profanity.

And then it hit me. I actually considered, for that half-of-a-half-of-a-second, letting it just keep on smoking. I actually considered grabbing the marshmallows, putting the dog on a leash and waiting it out. Most of my neighbors would have waited with me in anxious anticipation. And they would have encouraged me to wait at least 10 minutes before I called the fire department. They can relate.

Yes, it's close to being that bad. But not that close. My trailer is ugly. It's cold in the winter, and unbearably hot in the summer. You couldn't pay me to invite anybody - even family - over for dinner. There are holes in the floor, the windows leak, and I have to share my bathroom with three teenagers. The AC doesn't work, the dishwasher is falling through the floor, we've had to chase possums and chipmunks outside on occasion and the front door blows open in the middle of the night sometimes when it storms.

BUT at least, I'm not in danger of foreclosure. And if I cancel all the other amenities of life, we can still afford the note even if David got laid off and I don't find a job in the near future. We probably couldn't eat, but we'd still have a place to live.

Moral of the Story

Some blessings are underestimated. Having a home...no matter how wretched and condemnable it is, is better than being homeless.

10 April 2009

The Fast and the Infuriating

Let me make it clear upfront that I'm not big on driving. It is far from my favorite activity. If I never had to drive again, I'd probably be cool with that. If I could have a super power it would be teleportation. Then I'd have no need for a car. I do, however, enjoy movies and video games that involve driving. I thought Death Race was a good remake. I liked The Italian Job and The Transporter movies. The Fast and the Furious was okay, but a bit overrated, IMHO. Some of my favorite driving games are Forza Motorsports, Need for Speed, Midnight Club and Dirt. I do not enjoy some of the adverse side effects titles like these produce.

The street racing mentality chaps my hide. It is usually exhibited by young men, I'd say under the age of 25 or so. For these particular individuals, movies and video games have bled over into real life. Yesterday, while I was driving down Airways with three kids in the car, I was first passed by a Mustang, then a Charger, then a beat-to-Hell-and-gone turbo-charged Supra. All of the above were well over the speed limit in rush hour traffic. The Mustang driver seemed oblivious to the fact that the Charger and Supra were trying hard to catch up, and presumably blow his doors off. The Charger might have had a chance. The Supra sounded like a dying giraffe and looked like it had been driven off of a cliff several times. They were lined up at the red light when I made my turn, thankful that I didn't have to witness the potential idiocy.

Here's my point. Games are not REAL. Movies are not REAL. Neither are meant to be REAL. Street racing in the movies is done in a controlled environment by professionals. *Street racing* in movies is glamorized, because it sells tickets. Street racing, IRL, is dangerous, dumb and potentially deadly. Individuals who engage in it are not only jeopardizing their own lives, but the lives of everyone else on the roads with them. That includes many of my family members and friends. Do everybody a favor, and *%$#*^ quit it!

Addendum: I do find it rather amusing that whenever I drive David's Honda Civic, I have people pull up next to me, and want to race. The look on their faces when they see a 40 year old female behind the wheel is pretty priceless. Nonetheless, they still want to race???? Wtf???

09 April 2009

Epiphanies

Sometimes epiphanies suck. Ya know, those times when clarity comes raging out of the blue, and you recognize the exact moment that you really screwed the pooch on some random, yet undeniably important, aspect of your life. I've had a lot of epiphanies. Most of them sucked. One goal of this blog is to share those moments of clarity, in an effort to impart a modicum of wisdom, and hopefully prevent others from making some of the same stupid, misguided, stubborn mistakes that I made along the broken road.

Be warned. Those who already know me (or think they do) may be a little shocked at some of these revelations, and even more so at the events that led up to them. A lot of you remember me as the smart, outgoing, fat chick from high school. My family knew me as the spoiled baby (accurate), talented (debatable) and the one with great potential. I thought I was smart. I knew I was fat. I had potential. These notions seem a bit more subjective upon reflection and introspection.

I'm still pretty smart. I have a 3.97 GPA. However, even that remains subjective considering, I am in a distance learning environment, almost entirely self-guided in my educational endeavors. It's a lot of work, but sometimes it seems a little too easy. How I will fare in a *traditional-college* environment remains to be seen. Doing homework in my pajamas while juggling laundry and housework and every kid in the neighborhood is not an easy feat, but not a monumentally difficult one either. I plan to transfer to the DeSoto Campus of the University of Mississippi after I receive my AA in psychology. I won't lie. The thought of it scares me to death.

Fat is such an ugly word. Being overweight bothered me back in the day. Never enough to do anything about it, but it bothered me. If I'd known how easy it was to address I would have. It was just easier not to. However, I was fortunate enough to have friends that didn't give a rip, and mostly made me forget about it because they were so great! (You know who you are ;) I made up for being overweight by being nice. Maybe too nice on occasion - a condition that still plagues me to this day. Strangely enough, when I look back at old pictures, I don't seem to be as fat as I thought I was. As I said, reflection is a funny thing.

And then there's the issue of potential. Did I have potential? We all have potential. It's what we do with it that matters. What did I do with mine? Squandered it. Wasted it. Lost it. Youth is wasted on the young...yada, yada, yada. Nonetheless, I am here to tell you that squandered, wasted, lost potential can be regained. It is a slow process that requires patience, effort, determination, perseverance and dedication. But it can be done.

08 April 2009

All things wild and fantastical

All things weird and strange
All things morbid and creepy
Fascinate Miss Diane's brain.

Must be a by-product of being born on Halloween. Eh? I saw this interesting story when I went to check my email the other day, and I finally have a medium in which to share it. I thought this celestial image was rather *touching.* Click on the link to read this *handy* article. Oh, how I love to have my way with words. ;)

I have a follower! :)

And he is just awesome! Thanks, Jim! Check out Jim's Adventures in Nursing blog when you get a chance. Tales from the Med in Memphis never fail to entertain, and neither does Jim. ;) Another notable blog well-worth reading is Don Minshew's Thoughts... blog.