wisdom in twilight

note to self: drinking 2 vietnamese iced coffees at 6 pm is not a good idea if one is planning on sleeping later on that night.

there are some people out there one simply cannot help. all we can do is be their cheerleaders, and hope that they pull out of it on their own.

i have a (possibly unnatural) fear of my kids and water. sometimes i think it is with good reason, other times i think i'm just an over reactive mama.

i had to call my neighbor who lives 2 doors down from me to get his address so i could mail him a postcard... his answering machine message was in haiku; i laughed so hard, he finally picked up the phone as i snorted into the recording saying, "glad i could make you laugh today... want a copy?" daniel said, "mom, can't we just go there and drop it off?" totu said, "why can't you just go there and get the address from the house instead of calling?"

addictions are waaay harder to let go of than one thinks. and i'm not just talkin' 'bout smoking...

the closest entry i could find in last year's skinned mole was:

Mon. 08-15-05
on better track - got things done. pocket calendar proving to be incredibly useful. slept like all day. took kids to dentist. x4 having health ins. care is so nice.

then i didn't write for another month. man my shit can be really boring sometimes, but i'm glad i wrote it. it's kinda neat to look at the path behind me, twisting and winding and at times narrow wide straight and long.

besides, what better time to be productive? it's being the only one up in the middle of the night.. a big juicy secret. and everyone's sleeping except for the guy at the 7-11 who knows all the answers to everything unimportant.

now i never really got the whole "ungodly hour" thing. dictionary dot com says:

ungodly: outrageous; shocking; dreadful; insufferable: an ungodly roar; an ungodly hour to drop in.

now, i have to disagree with this definition. 4 am happens to be (i think) one of the most peaceful hours of the day. even the friggin' crickets are sleeping. right now it's 6 oh 2 am and the morning light is just beginning to seep into my room, and i can start to see the sweet little boy snoozing in my bed. he's drooling on my pillow and i don't mind one bit.

if anyone ever wants to come by at around 5 am and watch twilight come and pass over a cup of coffee, i would love the company. some mornings you won't be able to wake me; others, you'll show up and find me already outside.

huh... i guess that makes me predictably unpredictable...

"perhaps later on"s and the human factor

perhaps later on we will have what we want
and happiness shall come a knockin'.

and never mind to investing one's time and heart
for into your lap it will fall. Plop!

hey! looky here!
i gots me everything i ever hoped for, and for FREE!
it was on sale last season, but i passed it up 'cuz i can't afford THAT!
i waited patiently and it rolled on my way all by itself.
post clearance rack!

perhaps later on things will be easier
perhaps they come together so smooth.

and oh joy to the grooves when life just gives.

why am i the only idiot that can't understand this?



were it so easy to crunch numbers and go.
patients are PEOPLE, dontcha know?
kindness and caring they scream and shout.
one must be gentle, without a doubt

so why is it that there is so much complaining
about oral cavities in dire need of maintaining

this is the part where i'd like to say
that my teacher is kind in every way

he's smart and funny, that's for sure
for his scowl and glare there is no cure

jinx! knock on wood!

today while i was driving home i saw a 40-50 yr old man in a "wife-beater" riding a bike one-handed in the emergency lane, going againt traffic, with a cigarette in his mouth and a gas can in his left hand.

i have a new very friendly 84 yr old neighbor, "kenny", who has been married 5 times (two divorces, 2 deaths, 1 current) and blatantly flirts with me. thank goodness for friends who "drop in" all the way from LA...

read canine's post about brazilian waxes, and i have to say, that sounds a lot like my first wax... the other estheticians said they could hear "kind of like a guy screaming" from my room. (i can't scream like a girl - it's more like a holler) i remember calling lotus and saying something like, "that bitch ripped some of my pussy off!!" hhhmmmm... it's about time i got another one done.. can't see the forest through the trees...

clinicals have been temporarily postponed. don't get me started on the incompetence of my school...

a little concerned...

hey all.

i just came across a site that startled me... a 9 yr old girl who not only posted a picture of herself on the internet, she also gave out the city she lives in and what schools she goes to. i posted an anonymous comment telling her that she should at the least delete this information, but who knows, she might not do anything.

it also occured to me that it might be some sort of sting-op thingy, gov't forces trying to catch pervs, but regardless, i flagged her site.

i asked another blogger friend to also do this, and if anyone would like to flag her site, please email me and i'll send you her url site info... i don't want to post it here for obvious reasons.

thanks

it's my gig...

spent a chunk of the evening with raul. i call him that because he reminds me of raul julia. he is my two-doors-down-neighbor-also-good friend. we went to the store at 11 pm for tortillas, oj, eggs, cottage cheese and some fruit. it was nice not to have to push the cart or chase kids or pay for groceries for a change.

we later spent some time with another friend, "two buck chuck". i think the glasses are real crystal. they resonate longer than regular glass when i tinged them. (i think). the neighbor in between us hates our evening conversations, and on some level, i understand. however, if my neighbors were yapping all night about the oddest things and the girl snorted when she laughed, i'd either listen in or ask to join the conversation. he yelled at my dogs to shut up when they barked at a passerby the other day.

these past two weeks:

• i had a spider monkey climb into my lap and make herself totally comfortable. i wasn't so afraid of the monkey as i was of getting scratched or something and not being able to go to clinicals next week because i've developed some sort of monkey infection. yeah, i know i've got a little paranoia thingy goin on. it's always been there.
• i saw a box filled with about 40 lbs (that's 18.1436948 kilograms for you, totu!) of dead bees and their hives. yes i did say hives. it was pretty freaky.
• pics of a guy i know with a really bad staph infection. shivers...
• donated blood. it was neat. the shirt was cool, but the donut was stale. applejuice tasted like elementary school juice from those cardboard containers that have been adding cardboard flavor to the juice as it sat around and warmed to room temp.
• had shots updated and more blood drawn (school requirements)
• finished the (hopefully) hardest class of my schooling (at least in resp therapy). thanks all who called rearding the equation.
• dreamt about smoking at least twice that i can remember.
• vaccuumed my dog.
• hit 80 (sun god!) level on one of my all time favorite games, zuma in 39 minutes.
• shaved both the boys' heads. sir yes sir!
• had to buy socks for donovan in the men's section. it's always weird when i realize he's so... big. recently someone didn't believe he was my son or that he is almost 12. yeesh...