…I am a Talking Heads/David Byrne freak.
…if an 80s song comes on the radio I will sing all the lyrics because back then I memorized every word to every song.
…I do understand that love does not heal all wounds, more so now than ever.
…being wounded is part of living.
…when I am hungry I hulk out.
…the reason I had surgery when I was 19 has more to do with me being crazy than there having been anything physically wrong with me. (I’ve never told anyone the real reason, not even the doctors.)
…the kindest thing my ex ever did for me was be there during the surgery ten years later when we thought I had a bad ovary, but it just turned out to be irritating scar tissue from the first surgery.
…it’s very clear to me from my last email exchange with my ex that I make very bad choices sometimes, despite having good intentions.
…I am more insecure than I realized, but more able to cope with my insecurities than I once was.
…it amuses me to find patches of my girls’ fur on the floor.
…I fiercely enjoy my freedom but I also love to be taken care of.
…I sometimes look out the window at the neighbor’s television when it’s dark out.
…the holidays are not enjoyable for me anymore. They hurt. A lot.
…I don’t regret the decisions I’ve made in the past year and a half, but I remain conflicted about how my decisions have impacted others.
…there is nowhere else I’d rather be than tightly gripped in my man’s arms while he sleeps.
…despite its frequent stops for “no reason” I secretly still love the E train.
…I feel more secure safety-wise now that I live in New York City than I ever did in Vermont.
…when I am angry, mad, or upset I often won’t say anything with my mouth but my face reveals all.
…I wear my glasses in the shower.
…because of negative past experiences I try to stay away from hard topics at home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about them.
…it’s much more comforting to me to be surrounded by a messy home than a clean one.
…my new pair of boots, without any inserts, make my back feel fantastic.
…the nightmare that plagued me for years as a kid came true for someone else I love dearly. I have no idea what to make of that.
…there are things on my mind I will never write down and never initiate discussion of because I know one day they’ll all come up naturally.
…I am the motherfucking princess.
Shamelessly stolen from several people.
Also, yesterday while Dawg was sleeping I started preparing the kitchen so that I could make crockpot meatloaf. While putting some previously meat-filled bags into the trash I squished the garbage down with my right hand and caught my knuckle on one of the Fancy Feast wet cat food lids. The gash to my knuckle was significant and I instantly started bleeding profusely. I stuck my hand under running water while I grabbed a paper towel to put pressure on the knuckle. When I finally wrapped the knuckle and turned off the water I stood in place a minute, shifting the paper towel after my blood soaked through each spot. I started to panic that I was going to need stitches, and that the sight of my own blood or my low iron count would cause me to faint. I sprinted into the bedroom and shook Dawg until he roused. “Baby, I just sliced my finger open and I want to know what to do about it.” His eyes fluttered open. “Hmm?” I explained again and showed him the finger then asked, “should I just put a band-aid on it?” to which he responded, “yes, band-aid to keep the germies out. *SNOOOOOOOOOORE*” so I went to the bathroom and quickly rewashed the finger, put Neosporin on then put a Band-Aid on. The blood kept gushing through for a little bit so I kept my finger under running water. Finally it stopped bleeding and I went on to make my meatloaf. Later on when Dawg was awake I showed him the bloody paper towel. He had no recollection of our conversation from before. I told him “I figured if my finger looked bad enough you would have woken up, and if it didn’t you would’ve gone back to sleep. You went back to sleep so I knew it would be ok.”
Poppy Logic, folks. :smiles:
No. No, I didn’t know. Some of those things make me want to get more involved than I should.
Also, it’s a good thing that kept washing that finger – Nobody wants the an infection.
I love Poppy logic.
Of all the deep, mysterious things here – it’s the glasses in the shower thing that really has me scratching my head.
You wear your glasses in the shower?! Are you really that blind without them? And yeah, you ARE the motherfucking princess. I dig that about you.
I’m glad you didn’t need stitches.
I LOVE The Talking Heads/ David Byrne, too! Woohoo!
You and I are crazy alike, minus the glasses thing. I also think it’s funny and weird to find the cat hair patches on the floor.
What are these new boots, again?!
Poppy Logic makes perfect sense for me. Also makes me want to hear Steely Dan.
I am still on the making meatloaf with the bloody finger…
AND on all the wise stuff that floats around in your head and should be put to paper for the world to read…
Do you let the kittos eat the Fancy Feast right out of the can or do put it into a crystal goblet like in the commercial? :angel:
Oh, and I wear my glasses while swimming, but not in the shower. I can see pretty much everything that I need to in the shower without them… unless I am shaving my legs.. and THEN I put on the glasses. TMI? :geek:
“…when I am angry, mad, or upset I often won’t say anything with my mouth but my face reveals all.”
Oh boy are we alike on this one! :grins:
Creature, infection = bad. No need to get more involved, I’m just more introspective than the average bear and mention it sometimes.
Sarah, thank you. *bow*
Britt, it started in Vermont at the apartment where it was dark in the shower and I was dropping stuff on my toe when I didn’t wear my glasses and was having trouble seeing to shave. Now I wear them for the shaving reason but also because I really enjoy being able to see.
Karl, I surely do enjoy being a princess.
Lisa, me too. I showed my finger to Dawg at dinner tonight and he assured me again it didn’t need stitches even though its placement on my knuckle makes it prone to open back up. I never had stitches except after surgery and at 2 years old when I bonked my chin so I have no concept of when stitches are appropriate.
Sybil, the new boots are these. I HEART STEELY DAN. GAH, FLASHBACKS!
Sharon, I promise none of my blood made it into the meatloaf, I only used my non-injured hand to mix the loaf. And the stuff in my head that stays in there isn’t the wise stuff. It’s stuff I have no business speaking about unless it’s brought up to me. (That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Maman, the can is too sharp around the edges, I put the food into their food bowls. And, yup, glasses for shaving all my bits.
Hilly, isn’t it weird to feel your face morph, and to know people can see it morphing? So bizarre…
Poppy, go to the drugstore and buy yourself a finger splint thingy, to keep your finger straight until that gash closes up. Otherwise it probably will just keep opening up and may eventually cause an infection.
My friend cut herself there and that’s exactly what happened. BUT she had to go to her doctor and pay her deductible for the advice I just gave you. hee hee.
i hate that the holidays are painful for you. sorry to read that.
Wearing glasses in the shower… don’t they get all fogged up?
Talking Heads… love their work. “Little Creatures” and “Remain in Light” were two albums I fell in love with a long time ago. “More Songs About Buildings and Food” was another classic, but it didn’t quite grow on me like the above two albums did.
I make very bad choices sometimes, despite having good intentions.
We are sooo alike on that one.
I love me some Poppy logic. I will always remember that. :love: