Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Be my guest

Sometimes you just need to let it out.  Vent.  Speak your mind.

I blog when I can't talk, need time to think of the right words, or have to spew forth the thoughts running through my head.

Some friends don't blog, but need that same outlet. 

I open my page to anybody who just needs to have their voices heard.  


Libertygirlie, a fellow mommy tweeter, sent me the following:


Beautiful Sun

Beautiful Water 

Somehow when my mother named my sister and me, she knew. Before we had even had a chance to show her the tiniest bit of our personalities, she understood them just right. 

My sister is like the sun. Fierce, strong, fiery. Her life has always been intense and, at times, out of control. She's passionate and highly emotional. 

I'm more laid back. Calm and constant like the tide of the ocean on a quiet day with no breeze. Mostly I just go with the flow. 

It's hard to be her sister sometimes. Like the times when she's out-of-control-angry, and her temper can be quite scary even if her anger is directed at someone else. Or when she's depressed and extremely needy, calling in the middle of the night crying and hysterical. Or when she ignores/doesn't return my phone calls, e-mails and text messages, and I wonder, "What did I do? Or not do? Did I say something that pissed her off? Is she going to just stop talking to me and cut me out of her life without a word like I've seen her do to countless other family members and friends? Was that last phone call really the last phone call? Is she even still alive???" 

And yes, when it's been weeks since I have actually heard my sister's voice on the phone, I really do seriously worry if she's still alive. Because of things she's told me during those late night hysterical phone calls. Things like, "I just want to die, I've thought of killing myself" or, during her recent, temporary split from her almost ex-husband, "Well if I die you'll know that he killed me." 

It's been so long now that I don't even remember the last time I talked to her or what we talked about. I finally got a few texts from her tonight saying she just didn't feel like talking. The wording just wasn't her style. Something is wrong. And I'm worried. 

My imagination is running wild, and then I tell myself I'm probably just overreacting. This is probably just her being crazy and selfish and herself. I'm just overreacting, and she's fine, right? 

Right?

Monday, October 26, 2009

I gots my Jimmy Choos

So, while driving today, I noticed a lonely old shoe, just lying next to the road. I started to wonder as to how that shoe just so happened to get there. How do people lose just ONE shoe...on the side of the road???

Then, to my horror, I thought that maybe the person had been hit by a car and knocked right out of their shoe. Yeah, their SHOE, not shoes. Does that even happen?

If it does, and you survive, what do you do with the other shoe? Do you keep it and buy a new pair, then have, say, 2 right shoes and one left? Or do you just discard it?

I think I would look for the missing one and wear them as a pair.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Why I love the Free Clinic

Ok, so it's not THE free clinic...it's the dental clinic for welfare moms and old people on medicaid. 

Why I love it:

2.5 hours in the waiting room.

Old women who complain about having to register for a DENTAL clinic when they have no teeth.

Same women who tell me they need teeth so they can eat peanuts again.

(We'll call them) SLOW people drooling on me and grabbing at their crotches when I make eye contact with them.

Dirty diarrhea diapers.

And last but CERTAINLY not least...the old man who didn't quite know where he was, or how he got there.

Monday, October 5, 2009

clique here

you can find my awesome rantings about twitter cliques and bitches over here today as the lovely and talented chef's widow was gracious enough to host my guest post.

comment there... comment here... or hide behind your computer screen and continue to respond only to "the chosen ones."

bitches.