Saturday In The Park.

 

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Feeling like left-over, cured dogshit today.  How about you?  I am holed up in the den with the AC.  Later I might move to the bedroom where the other AC is.  I’m so adventurous today aren’t I? 

Sitting here wondering how I am going to muster the strength to:

1. Put some clothes on;

2.  Go out into the un-ac’d part of the house where the current temperature is WAY past the reading on my thermostat (stops at 90);

3. Wrestle with jumping excited dogs while trying to undo the baby gate;

4. Get Evie scooped into the "basket" (aka dog carrier) as she jumps around and dances;

5. Walk down 3 flights of stairs, carrying 20+ pounds of dog while the other little monkeys race up and down the stairs in front of me;

6. Go outside into the hazy, hot and humid afternoon and wait for the dogs to get around to doing their dirty business.

7. Clean up said dirty business.

2 more times today.  I gotta.  But I don’t wanna.  Also feeling guilty because I’ve got tons of things I should be doing, need to be doing.  *groans*  but I haven’t done anything today besides feed and water the animals, move Sheila~Monster closer to the window and clean the toilet bowl.  Then I was exhausted.

Fishy companion seems a lot happier since the snails were removed from his home.  I wound up tossing the live plants I got and purchased him a fake rock, plastic plant thingie instead.  He likes it.  He keeps swimming through the opening in the fake rock and hiding behind the fake plants.  Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to live under the water.  Reading the book, The Mermaid Chair, made me think of it more than I guess I normally would.  One thing, you’d never be hot.  That’s for sure.

I hate, hate, hate being hot.  Have I mentioned that?  I’m sure I have.  It’s on my list of least favorite activities.  Blech.  I can honestly say I really am not a fan of summer.  Don’t like it at all.  Waiting for the train yesterday in full sun, 68% humidity and temps near 90 is NOT my idea of fun.  Especially when I feel like recycled, cured dogshit. 

This is the time I miss my mom the most.  When I am sick.  I would call her and whine and cry telling her bad I felt.  She’d usually yell at me, "Well, I’m sorry but what do you want me to do about it?"  And even if it wasn’t the most loving response, it was from my mom and I felt oddly comforted.  *sigh*

I’m sick, sick, SICK of being sick.  Really.  SICK of it.  I’m always suffering with some frikken thing or other.  I try hard not to talk about it too much – the various afflictions of mine — because, well, it doesn’t change it — and I find mentioning how hard it is for me on an almost daily basis, how bad I truly feel, well … ? … what difference does it make?  No one wants to hear about that … people think you’re a hypochondriac … so?  But sometimes I just can’t help it.  I feel like road kill almost every day.  Very rarely am I not sick in some capacity.  There, the truth. 

Moving on.

When I got home yesterday after work — I left early — 3:00 PM so I was home almost by 4:00 PM.  I just made it upstairs to hurl my guys up from the heat.  NOT fun when your throat is so swollen it’s practically touching in the back.  Then I stripped my clothes off and just jumped into a cool bordering on cold shower.  Ahhhhhhhhhh, I didn’t even dry off.  Not even my hair.  I just rolled it and stuck it in a bun on top of my head, put my tiniest pajamas on soaking wet and practically ran into the cooler den.  Ah, better.  Unfortunately all I wanted to do was sleep off the sickieness, but the cold shower ruined that.

I was scrolling through the TV channels last night looking for something to watch and I saw: Rob Thomas In Concert channel CN8 (or something).  I was so excited.  I set up the dvr to record it and was all set to watch my man in concert for an hour.  Come time for the "concert" and it turned out to be a short "making of the video Lonely No More".  Okay, I continued to watch thinking that maybe the last 1/2 hour was concert footage.  WRONG!!!  Fuckers!  Some weird alternative heavy metal band was on after the making of the video ended.  Dirty Rotten Misleading Monkey Humpers!!  How dare they mislead me? 

I’m still feeling upset and like I want to write a letter. 

Fishy Companion is hiding behind the fake rock structure again.  Thought you might like to know that.  He must have gotten bored looking at me.  Can’t blame him.  Or maybe the sight of me frightened him? Don’t blame here there either, I am a frightful looking mess. 

Really.  I looked in the mirror last night and said to my reflection:  Gat Dem Girl, what happened to you?  You’re UGLY.  But it’s okay…*shrug*  I’m apathetic about that too.

There were no weird encounters on either the train or bus yesterday.  The lady I know from somewhere…who I see periodically on the bus was there.  She was actually talkative to me yesterday.  The first day I saw her on the bus I said to her, "Don’t I know you from somewhere?"  She’s like, "No."  I was like, "St. Pius?"  "no."  "St. Joseph’s?"  "No."  (silence)   Okay.  After that she wouldn’t make eye contact with me.  Weird.  *shrug*  Until yesterday any way.  She was wearing a weird straw cowboy hat with feathers and ribbons and stuff on it.  I thought that was rather interesting.  Not many people wear those kinds of hats here.  Maybe she thought there was a hat parade or it was Wear Your Silliest Hat Day.  I don’t know what she was thinking, wearing her easter bonnet like that. 

Sometimes do you just look at people in stunned amazement and think to yourself, "Oh lawdie, what WERE you thinking when you were putting that getup on little missy!?"  I do.  I think it all the time.  I suppose that’s pretty mean of me.  I mean, I won’t win any style awards either.  Like the other day, I was standing outside of work and some lady goes strutting by in a teeny tiny white strip of a skirt and a teeny tiny little bittie halter top thingie with those HIGH heeled Candie slides.  She’s getting LOTS of attention as she strolls beside the busy street.  A car witha couple dudes in it yells something lascivious at her.  I don’t remember what, I was paying more attention to what her reaction was going to be.  She turns around and flashes them the finger and tells them to "Fuck off."  I laughed…out loud.  "Well?!?!" I said to myself, "what do you expect to happen strutting around in that tiny get up?  You might as well have taped a couple bandaids to your ass and tits for all that’s covered.  Don’t tell me you didn’t for a second want sexual attention."  Well, you can tell me that’s not why she dressed like that, but I will never buy it.

Judging people is bad…mm’kay.  So that makes me bad.  *yawn*  So?  I’m working on it.  Add it to the neverending list of things I am working on.

Ernest P. Hemingway left me us a bathroom filled with cat puke.  Wasn’t that thoughtful of him?  I thought so.  What was more thoughtful was that Brian dealt with it on his way out to work this morning.  Then called me from the car and told me about it.  Awww, now if that ain’t love I don’t know what is.

Speaking of.  They are going to give Bri, July 09 & 10 off for his birthday.  So he wants to go to either Six Flags or Canobie Lake Park for his birthday.  He said Canobie Lake Park with me in mind because after our trip to Six Flags I suffered great trauma when forced to go on that frikken rollercoaster, Superman, the last time.  (I coulda DIED!!! and was left a pale, shivering mess of a human after getting off it and useless for the end of the day.  Really.  I was practically scared MUTE.  Left a mere shell of a person.)  I told him he is not going to be happy with Canobie Lake.  I said I wasn’t kidding when I told him I didn’t mind going to Six Flags, I just wasn’t doing ANY of the rides this time.  None.  (I’m also a little scared they might bring on a seizure now too.)  I told him it was okay…I’d just hang out at Hurricane Harbor, either in the wave pool or floating my big ass around the lazy river all day.  He said he didn’t want to stand in lines waiting for rides and going on rides alone.  I told him I didn’t know what to say to that other than I could maybe wait with him in the lines and then just wait for him at the other end of the ride.  NO WAY IS HE TALKING ME ONTO ANY OF THOSE CRAZY RIDES THOUGH.  So, who knows.  I suggested we go to Maine again.  (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.)  He wasn’t too keen on that idea.  *sobs*  Man.  I even said he could do one of those all day fishing trips.  Nope.  Don’t think we’re going to Maine.  *sigh*

Guess I will go play a game of Literati before going back to trying to expire on the couch.  I’ve bored myself to death here yammering on about nothing.  Yet again.