My mother accidentally dropped a container of Brunswick stew on the sidewalk near the front of her workplace. The bottom busted out. Stew went everywhere.
She picked up the container but decided to leave the stew and screw with people. Out of context, it really does look like puke. She and her work buddy were howling with laughter all day long because people kept coming in shouting "Oh GROSS!! Someone threw up outside!!"
The two of them contemplated dumping more stew in the exact same spot the next day (grounds keepers cleaned it up) so people would be both puzzled and freaked out again, like magically reappearing barf was plaguing the department.
And she wonders where I get this behavior from.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
My Thursday
Spent the night coughing so badly that around 10:30 AM, Jaye made me call the doctor and get worked in. Dad came by and drove me over there. I think it worried him a lot when I called him out of the blue at work sounding so tired and rough. It's nearing 2 years ago to the day when Jaye and I were hospitalized, and Dad began his two week long vigil by our beds.
When Dad and I arrived at the doctor's office and got out of the car, in an unconscious motion, he reached his hand back for mine, like when I was a little girl. That almost made me cry for some reason. I wrapped both my arms around his arm and smiled as we walked across the parking lot. This time of year makes all of us anxious and afraid. It's been plaguing me and Jaye since this January, when, two years past, things started to go to hell and we didn't know what to do. When Dad reached for my hand, it reminded me of him walking around with me in the grocery store, too weak and gaunt to hold myself up, buying baby food for me. I relied heavily on it for over a year. I've never seen my father so close to crying.
We went inside the dr's office. I chatted up the nurse who was wearing Dolce and Gabbana prescription glasses. They had "swagger". I likes 'em. Anyway, when I got on the scale, I could see the silent anxiety in my father's eyes. When I told him "117.2", he looked visibly relieved. He looked reassured by my blood work too.
Waiting in the exam room, he showed me, on one of the many posters, the structure and function of the upper respiratory system. Quite informative. Though I must say I was a bit distracted by the "anterior view of the gallbladder." :-\
The doctor told me my lungs were clear so it was an upper respiratory/asthma problem. Got some thing to try. While we were at the pharmacy, we bought some Sudafed and I joked "Okay! I'm going home to freebase now!" which brought a nervous tittering laugh from the pharmacy tech and a HAHAHASTOPTHAT look from Dad. Ahee!
We talked about everything as usual, in the car, on the elevator, in the waiting room, driving back home, stopping at the pharmacy -- the hideous fate of Emmett Till, the Woolworth sit-ins in Greensboro (Dad recalls feeling very embarrassed by the bussed-in racist hillbillies antagonizing the black folks), the PBS documentary about Wyatt Earp (you know I had to talk about that), car recalls, nursing home and hospice policies (Dad is an occupational therapist), my magical couponing abilities (ok, that was mostly me bragging).
Auntie texted Dad: "Snow, sleet, rain, freezing rain - sounds like a 'cover your ass' forecast." We all laughed. Later, I saved Jaye from a spider by attacking him with the vacuum cleaner, but with a heater, the air filter, a lamp, and a laptop computer plugged in already, I blew a house fuse. Jaye and I stood in the dark giggling.
At least the spider was dead. *muscle flexes*
When Dad and I arrived at the doctor's office and got out of the car, in an unconscious motion, he reached his hand back for mine, like when I was a little girl. That almost made me cry for some reason. I wrapped both my arms around his arm and smiled as we walked across the parking lot. This time of year makes all of us anxious and afraid. It's been plaguing me and Jaye since this January, when, two years past, things started to go to hell and we didn't know what to do. When Dad reached for my hand, it reminded me of him walking around with me in the grocery store, too weak and gaunt to hold myself up, buying baby food for me. I relied heavily on it for over a year. I've never seen my father so close to crying.
We went inside the dr's office. I chatted up the nurse who was wearing Dolce and Gabbana prescription glasses. They had "swagger". I likes 'em. Anyway, when I got on the scale, I could see the silent anxiety in my father's eyes. When I told him "117.2", he looked visibly relieved. He looked reassured by my blood work too.
Waiting in the exam room, he showed me, on one of the many posters, the structure and function of the upper respiratory system. Quite informative. Though I must say I was a bit distracted by the "anterior view of the gallbladder." :-\
The doctor told me my lungs were clear so it was an upper respiratory/asthma problem. Got some thing to try. While we were at the pharmacy, we bought some Sudafed and I joked "Okay! I'm going home to freebase now!" which brought a nervous tittering laugh from the pharmacy tech and a HAHAHASTOPTHAT look from Dad. Ahee!
We talked about everything as usual, in the car, on the elevator, in the waiting room, driving back home, stopping at the pharmacy -- the hideous fate of Emmett Till, the Woolworth sit-ins in Greensboro (Dad recalls feeling very embarrassed by the bussed-in racist hillbillies antagonizing the black folks), the PBS documentary about Wyatt Earp (you know I had to talk about that), car recalls, nursing home and hospice policies (Dad is an occupational therapist), my magical couponing abilities (ok, that was mostly me bragging).
Auntie texted Dad: "Snow, sleet, rain, freezing rain - sounds like a 'cover your ass' forecast." We all laughed. Later, I saved Jaye from a spider by attacking him with the vacuum cleaner, but with a heater, the air filter, a lamp, and a laptop computer plugged in already, I blew a house fuse. Jaye and I stood in the dark giggling.
At least the spider was dead. *muscle flexes*
Monday, February 1, 2010
Yeah, I Know. More Cat Pictures.
MoxieMan with his winter coat. We suspect that his father was a Himalayan.
Dear Fat Peaches in a box. I'm rubbing her and she's thrilled, even though she looks like she's trying to fight her way to freedom.
You won't take ME alive, coppers!
I want everyone to see Dear Fat Peaches' double chin. We're calling her Jabba the Peach, Pudge-a-potamus, and the Chubb-a-nator.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Snow Day Activities
*Have not been able to sleep through the night in months. Dry asthmatic cough robbing me of my sleep. Back to the doctor, I see. Tired to the point of derangement.
*Mom and I were trading taunts yesterday evening. She was in her recliner, I was sitting in front of the space heater warming my lizard body.
"If only you were closer!" she threatened. "I'd poke you with my foot!"
She waved it around as close to my face as it reached. I glared at it, rolled over, and pushed on her foot with my foot. This lead to a shouting yelling laughing foot pushing war - me, bracing my other foot against the fireplace hearth, trying to push her over in the recliner; she, bracing against the armrests of the recliner, trying to mash me into the carpet.
Jaye rushed out and blurted, "YOU TWO ARE LIKE MONKEYS!! NO TOUCHING! NO TOUCHING!"
Mom grumbled at her, then at me. She got up, walked into the kitchen. We have a curtain up in the doorway to retain heat in the living room. She pulled this curtain shut behind her. I jumped up, crept to the doorway, and waited with my face almost touching the curtain. I could hear Mom returning. She threw back the curtain and screamed in surprise. I burst out laughing, then fled as she chased me through the house trying to hit me with her orange Popsicle.
Jaye: "I SAID NO TOUCHING!! GAAAAH!!"
*Mom and I were trading taunts yesterday evening. She was in her recliner, I was sitting in front of the space heater warming my lizard body.
"If only you were closer!" she threatened. "I'd poke you with my foot!"
She waved it around as close to my face as it reached. I glared at it, rolled over, and pushed on her foot with my foot. This lead to a shouting yelling laughing foot pushing war - me, bracing my other foot against the fireplace hearth, trying to push her over in the recliner; she, bracing against the armrests of the recliner, trying to mash me into the carpet.
Jaye rushed out and blurted, "YOU TWO ARE LIKE MONKEYS!! NO TOUCHING! NO TOUCHING!"
Mom grumbled at her, then at me. She got up, walked into the kitchen. We have a curtain up in the doorway to retain heat in the living room. She pulled this curtain shut behind her. I jumped up, crept to the doorway, and waited with my face almost touching the curtain. I could hear Mom returning. She threw back the curtain and screamed in surprise. I burst out laughing, then fled as she chased me through the house trying to hit me with her orange Popsicle.
Jaye: "I SAID NO TOUCHING!! GAAAAH!!"
Sunday, January 24, 2010
A Few of Our Favorite Things, Part Two
Kabuki Jaye...
This rates as one of the best scores ever. Bought at such a low price, Jaye should have been arrested for robbery. Satin corset top with boning. Detail shot showing the pretty red orange dragons against the gold background.
The corset top in full length.
Jaye's retro-gorgeous shiny patent Guess heels. As usual, she scoffed at retail prices.
A Few of Our Favorite Things
This is the back detail of my Diesel satin baseball jacket. An art deco woman embroidered across the entire back baby blue back panel.
I got this jacket for $40 years ago because it was the only one left and it was in my size. It reverses completely to plaid cotton and I have to force myself to not wear this jacket constantly because I don't want the satin to rip up and die an early death.
My favorite cotton fitted houndstooth sweater. Scored for $15. You can't see the very fine Lurex threads in the black.
A gorgeous rayon chenille fit-and-flare peplum jacket that our older sister Scout discovered in a thrift store and couldn't pass up. She gave it to Jaye. There was an ugly matching skirt that came with it, but it went missing years ago. Covered buttons. Minor shawl collar. The color is deeper and more vibrant than the picture shows.
Circa early 1960s.
Circa early 1960s.
Pretty Shiny Things I Found at a Junk Shop
All appear to be of 60s, maybe 70s vintage.
Deep green bracelet, light brown necklace, iridescent flower pin, and a pair of immaculate clip earrings that we use as shoe and sweater clips for that 50s/60s vintage feel.
Deep green bracelet, light brown necklace, iridescent flower pin, and a pair of immaculate clip earrings that we use as shoe and sweater clips for that 50s/60s vintage feel.
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