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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
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Monday, March 31, 2003
HAPPY PHANTOM - Tori Amos; Little Earthquakes
And if I die today I'll be the HAPPY Phantom And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on And I will never need umbrellas in the rain I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day And the atrocities of school I can forgive The HAPPY phantom has no right to bitch WOO-Hoo-Oo who the time is getting close WOO-Hoo-Oo who time to be a ghost WOO-Hoo-Oo who every day we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will we pay for who we been So if I die today I'll be the HAPPY phantom And I'll go wearin' my NAUGHTIES like a jewel They'll be my ticket to the universal opera There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand And then these seven little men get up to dance they say Confucius does his crossword with a pen I'm still the angel to a girl who hates to SIN WOO-Hoo-Oo who the time is getting close WOO-Hoo-Oo who time to be a ghost WOO-Hoo-Oo who every day we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will I pay for who I been Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back You found a girl that you could TRULY love again Will you still call for me when she falls asleep Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see WOO-Hoo-Oo who the time is getting close WOO-Hoo-Oo who time to be a ghost WOO-Hoo-Oo who every day we're getting closer The sun is getting dim Will I pay for who I been And if I die today And if I die today And if I die today Chasin' the nuns out in the yard holla@me
Yeah, I have gone off the radar. I'm ok. Just talking to lawyers, trying to get better or at least come to terms in how my body is right now, trying to "budget" on one income (incorrectly denied of LTD, I have to add...to my chagrin), home schooling...
There is nothing worse than a tight budget. Even with State & Fed taxes...tight. That would be fun. I’ll have to see how I feel. I had a Work Capacity Evaluation last Monday. I’ve been really sore. Then I actually got to go out and make it to KROME’s set list at The Vault on Saturday night. I moved around to the music (not dance, the saddest thing for me right now is my inability to dance) making sure to keep both feet on the ground and not turning too quickly, yadda yadda yadda. KROME is a new and reformed band that B- and T- are in. First time in a long time I was able to go out and “shake my tail feather.” Gu- got upset for "feeling that she overlooked and act of kindness." One morning, I had written her a note and sent in her book bag a bunch of animal stationery. She came home and asked me what it was doing in her bag. I said, "Awww, I hoped you would read the note, or ask your teacher to read it. The paper and envelopes are for you to share with your classmates." She hadn't read the note. She hadn't asked her teacher to read the note. She didn't know it was to share. Gu- started tearing up and got real quiet. I asked what was wrong. The girl has been working very hard to not treat others badly when she is "in a bad mood." She didn't answer me. I asked again and I could tell she was upset. So I told her that I'll just leave her alone until she's ready to talk about it. After about 15 minutes, she was ready to do some homework. So I listened to her read and told her to come upstairs to have me the read the questions. I had to lie down. She came upstairs and I read the questions, resting as she wrote down the answers. She gave me a kiss when she was finished. I vaguely remember her saying, "I left something here for you Mommy. Under your glasses." When I woke up, I put on my glasses and saw a cream colored envelope that said "Mom." I opened it. And there was a letter inside. Gu- has been learning to read "kind of" phonetically. Here is the translation: I hop (macron sign over the o to make it long: hope) your bak (back) feels better son (macron sign over the o: soon). She came in when she saw I had woken up. "Mommy," she said, "I know that you like doing special things for me, and I love it. "Brendon helped me make that letter for you." YES! That IS what makes it worth it to have kids!!! To see them come to their own conclusions and understandings. Learning, comprehension, recall...three important things every human being must have. Now, of course I don't want my kids to be upset...ever. However, that is not how life works. Life is compromise at times. Life is teamwork. Life is understanding and accepting differences. Life is disappointment. Speaking of which... Br- and Gu- spend one night a week at my folks. I have Br- take schoolwork with him to complete in the morning. He's been doing it, but sometimes his work is a little sloppy, rushed and some work accidentally skipped over. I had discussed with him that his work needs to be neat and completely finished, just like when he is at home. I let him know that he needed to do this, because if he didn't he wouldn't be able to spend the night the next week. I had his school work prepared and ready for him to do for the next morning. Gave the kids kisses saying, have fun! The next afternoon, B- and I picked the kids up. My folk’s door was open as we pulled up. We got out of the car and saw the door was shut. We got inside; Gu- came in and gave us kisses. Br- looked at us guilty. I asked him what was wrong. He got flustered. I dropped it. I was getting their school things together and I noticed that not a lick of Br-'s work was done. Aha...so that's what it's about. I told him, "You remember what I said?" "Yes," he replied, "I can't spend the night." "You are correct Lil Man." By the time Monday rolled around, he had processed that he wasn't spending the night. Gu- stayed with my folks. Br- and I had a good night. Played games, ate dinner together. B- was out of town. My folks asked if Br- and Gu- could spend the night on Thursday because the following Monday wouldn't work. I said sure. I gave Br-and Gu- the news. They were happy. Br- said, "Mommy, I thought I wasn't spending the night any....oh I see you meant just Monday." What an angel! He thought he was never spending the night again and he accepted it. So, it made him even happier when he realized that he COULD still s.t.n. All right...my cutesy kid stories are out of my system! *hack, cough, wheeze* Let's see what the month of April has instore. holla@me Wednesday, March 26, 2003
There are so many birds that cross-over migrating patterns in our neighborhood. You hear geese honking above. Then, in the sunlit morning sky, you see them! A huge V pattern.
I pulled an all nighter last night. Monday, March 24th, 2003 at 8am was my Work Capacity Evaluation. I am so sore. I can't sleep. The pain is almost at the level it was in the first 2 months after the accident. So I can't sleep. I can't find a comfortable position. Sharp shooting pain on the left side of my neck. The trapezius muscles are swollen and throbbing. Thoracic spine feels like my back is "loose" and burning, throbbing and sharp pain. Low back hurts so bad. Numbness in my arms, fingers and toes. I just feel awful. How can I possibly be "able" to go back to work when 3-1/2 hours, the time it took to do the WCE, has incapacitated me like this!? Anyways, about the birds. This morning, at 1:35a, birds were calling. There were bird calls I haven't even heard before! It was aurally pleasing and was beautiful. My dude and I lucked out! This is such a wonderful place to live! holla@me Monday, March 24, 2003
This is a shout out to my Mama courtesy of Merriam-Webster:
Main Entry: segregate Function: verb Etymology: Latin segregatus, past participle of segregare, from se- apart + greg-, grex herd -- more at SECEDE transitive senses 1 : to separate or set apart from others or from the general mass : ISOLATE 2 : to cause or force the separation of (as from the rest of society) intransitive senses 1 : SEPARATE, WITHDRAW 2 : to practice or enforce a policy of segregation 3 : to undergo genetic segregation - seg·re·ga·tive /-"gA-tiv/ adjective Main Entry: segregated Function: adjective 1 a : set apart or separated from others of the same kind or group b : divided in facilities or administered separately for members of different groups or races 2 : practicing or maintaining segregation especially of races Main Entry: seg·re·ga·tion Function: noun 1 : the act or process of segregating : the state of being segregated 2 a : the separation or isolation of a race, class, or ethnic group by enforced or voluntary residence in a restricted area, by barriers to social intercourse, by separate educational facilities, or by other discriminatory means b : the separation for special treatment or observation of individuals or items from a larger group 3 : the separation of allelic genes that occurs typically during meiosis holla@me |
