Monday, January 30, 2006
My New Toy...
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:09 PM
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Life in the Bottoms...
I've been terribly amiss for not documenting all of my adventures down here in the little trailer by the pond. Life has been a roller coaster ride since day one, from Bra theft to abandoned wrecked vehicles full of stolen speakers and cold beer. Today's adventure isn't nearly as exciting, but I felt it blogworthy anyway.
As you know I have this crazy ass fucking dog named Butterbean. Well Butterbean has not adjusted well to the move and the last 3 times I've brought her down here she's dug out and headed straight back to my parents house. I decided today that since we've finished her small pen I'd give it another try. So I walked to my parents and brought her back down here. Amy and I went to dinner right after I secured her in a pen I was almost certain she couldn't get out of.
Well when we got home I got out of the car and I could hear her barking and it sure didn't sound like she was in the pen. I put my boots on to go find here when Amy decided to join me on my 'big adventure in the forest'. So we were all decked out, Amy in her scrubs and moon boots, and I in my yoga pants and fat baby's. Armed with a flashlight and rather large stick we headed towards the forest on a mission. When we reached Butterbean her ass was in the air and I could hear a very pissed off animal growling at her from inside a hollow tree. Amy drove her car over and we used her headlights to investigate further. It turned out to be a vicious opossum. Now opossums aren't so bad when they are on a leash (don't ask how I know) but otherwise I'm not about to mess with them. I called Butterbean off, but that didn't work. Being the 'highly trained' animal that she is, she just wouldn't let go of her target. The headlights scared her a little so she finally started circling the tree and trying to get away from them. I called her twice and the second time I had to tackle her and drag her whole body away from the hissing opossum. That's when it hit me...The SMELL. The distinct smell of a dead, rotting, putrid carcass. One that she had just recently been rolling around in obviously. I managed to get her into my car and I quickly deposited her back at my parents house. I don't think my car will ever be the same. Nor will my yoga pants. I'm going to bathe them in tomato juice. Maybe that will do the trick.
Stinky Pete
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:30 PM
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Thursday, January 26, 2006
When I kissed Brian goodbye this morning he opened his eyes and said..."baby, I dreamed about us all night. I dreamed we were handing out these pieces of paper to all of our friends that said we were getting married." I'm still at a loss for words.
♥Oh, so vintage... 9:46 PM
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Life Love and the Pursuit of Happiness...
In a single wide trailer in the Trinty River Bottoms of East Texas.
It's been awhile since I've had anything to say, well anything of importance that is. Not that what I have to say is particularly important to anyone but myself. My life right now is so different than it's ever been. In the very best ways possible. I'm happy. I'm a homeowner. I'm in love. My two best friends on this earth are in love also. I've got an adorable cat. I have a great roomie. My parents are a mile away. I can afford to pay my bills and have a little bit extra. I am achieving more everyday. I'm learning to be a complete person without having Brian as the missing puzzle piece (although he is my world). I'm setting goals. I'm accomplishing goals. I'm working towards my future everyday. I'm happy.
Don't get me wrong, I still throw the occasional "why can't anyone do anything right but me" fits. I still don't really like my job. I still plan on finding a new one as soon as possible. I'm still annoyed by stupid people. I'm still getting used to life on my own. I'm still getting used to being in love with the man I knew I wanted to marry after two nights. I'm still getting used to being happy again with who I am.
I allowed myself to be so torn down by a man who by any standards was less than worthy. Then it clicked. I am attractive, I am an amazing person, and anyone would be lucky to have me. So here I am blazing forward in life like the phoenix rising from the ashes (I'm been wanting to use that analogy forever!).
I've been worried about my Mom and Dad for awhile now. 2005 was a rough year in so many ways. So much to be thankful for, but so much in our lives has changed. I've realized I'm not going to get over the trauma of Rita or Katrina for awhile. Driving back from Florida on New Years Day I was face to face with the results of a destructive force greater than any I'd ever known. I was so disoriented that I kept thinking I had taken I-10 instead of I-12 towards New Orleans. I kept questioning Brian and finally called Jess to make sure I was going the right way. All those that know me know that I'm a superb navigator and for me to get like that was downright ridiculous. I can't be in traffic anymore. I almost hyperventilated waiting on a train in Kenefick the other night. I awoke last night with a jolt because I had a vision of another hurricane. I'll never be able to describe the fear I had that day nor the strength. For some reason it stays in the back of my mind all day long every day that I was put into that situation for a reason. That God was preparing me for something greater and more terrifying that I'll be facing in my future. Or then again maybe I'm just crazy and maybe I need therapy to get past this. I never did really breakdown after all was said and done. Maybe it's because even today things aren't totally back to normal. You can't go into a public place without people talking about it all. I'll never as long as I live forget the look on my Dad's face when he walked back and threatened those people. I'll never forget holding my Mom's shaking hand in the car and calming her down telling her that I'd prayed and prayed and I had all the faith in the world we would be fine and that she was just tired and needed some sleep. I had prayed, more than I ever had probably in every day of my life combined. I'd promised my life if I could just see my family safe away from these animals we were surrounded by. I sat in the car with my dog with the windows rolled up in 100+ degree heat with no AC and the doors locked praying that the people who just cut in front of me in line wouldn't threaten my life the way they did my Mother's. I fought back the anger and tears and shear 100% hatred I had for them for the next few days and every day since. We came through just fine in the end. Unlike our neighbor who passed from Carbon Monoxide poisoning. I'm still not over it. I won't be for awhile.
I've seen my parents come together in the past few months so much more and I'm so relieved. I was beginning to think that my Mother's hope was gone and that she was dying on the inside. So I gave her the hope I had found for Christmas. I've seen her come back to life gradually and slowly through reading and spiritual introspection. She told me the other night that she had a vision and that I was a writer. I laughed and told her that was funny because I hadn't written in months. Which isn't true. I just haven't written on this thing in months. I've written songs, I've sang them, and I've worked them. But after Brian left last night I decided to read a few pages before bed and I open to this page with this prayer...
"Dearest God,
I ask to receive Your golden guidance through my writing. I ask that You and the angels watch over my writing, to ensure that all messages are from You and the angelic realm.
Thank you and Amen"
Take it as you like. All that matters is how I take it. I live a divinely guided life and I tell Brian this on a daily basis ;)
p.s. And Court no shame on the Shaolin Soccer! I just watched it a few weeks ago, I loved it! Brian LOVES martial arts movies, we're such dorks.
♥Oh, so vintage... 8:16 PM
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Sunday, January 22, 2006
Interestingly enough, Greenfest is a go.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:45 PM
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Monday, January 09, 2006
Hypothetically-If you went camping and woke up the next morning and your ass was sore, would you tell anyone?Well that all depends on whether or not I was staying near a correctional facility or say...a retirement community.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:27 PM
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I really haven't abandoned this thing. I've just been really busy and I can't get on at work anymore. But HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
2006 will be the year of the new. I've started out with a new home, a new school, and a fabulous new man.
♥Oh, so vintage... 7:23 PM
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Tuesday, January 03, 2006
This post is for my love Brian...
I knew it was love when he asked me an hour after we met this question "Hey Sweet Thang, can I buy you a fish sandwich?"
What is love? What is this longing in our hearts for togetherness? Is it not the sweetest flower? Does not this flower of love have the fragrant aroma of fine, fine diamonds? Does not the wind love the dirt? Is not love not unlike the unlikely not it is unlikened to? Are you with someone tonight? Do not question your love. Take your lover by the hand. Release the power within yourself. Your heard me, release the power. Tame the wild cosmos with a whisper. Conquer heaven with one intimate caress. That's right don't be shy. Whip out everything you got and do it in the butt. By Leon Phelps
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:56 PM
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