If I was a Superhero

From all the AOL Journals first anniversary hoopla, I came across John Scalzi's assignments.  So here I go:

If I was a superhero I would be the Time-Defiying Woman.  I would break all the social barriers and standards as to how punctual one should be.  I wouldn't be just "fashionably" late I would be "let's call all the hospitals" kinda late.

Never would I be caught in the binds of time and travel, I would free everyone of their schedules and gladly mess up their day by being an hour or two late.  I would even put doubt in people's minds by being late to my own wedding (40 minutes).  If anyone out there knew someone a little too uptight, just leave it up to Time-Defying Woman to make them fall apart at the seams while waiting on her to show up.  Watch the kind turn mean and the mean go crazy; the calm start twitching and the impatient just explode...!  YES!!  It's time to turn the tide, Time-Defying Woman is alive!!!

Extra credit:  As a superpower I would like to be invisible, because I already fly when I dream so I don't need that superpower...

Doo doo

My life really needs to slow down...  Many friends will tell me to "breathe" and "relax" and "take some time off", which are all great concepts, except that it is not me who has a problem, it's the life around me that does.

Suppose I do change into a bathingsuit tomorrow and lay out by the pool all day...  by the time I came back inside everyone would be hungry, I'd have to clean up dog doo doo, have my s-daughter remind me that we didn't pick up the new t-shirts at the church, run completely out of room because I didn't deliver the cans I've collected for our church, have a gazillion messages from friends I was suppose to call so we could do something in the afternoon with all the kids, my husband asking (again!) if I'd finished fixing the hot tub (yes I do), the trash all over the floor because I didn't change the bag...  and much more.

So I would have to:  feed everyone some cereal, clean up fossilized dog shit, go by the church on Monday to pick up the tees, bring the cans along and find the home where they now need to be dropped off, apologetically call back my friends (3 of them), finish the hot tub now that I have the part I need, clean up trash... and much more.

Now, is it worth it to me?  Heck NO.  As much as I know people have the best interest at heart when they tell me to slow down, they don't realize I'm running in front of a snowball that keeps going and growing the longer I let it go.  Which was wonderful when I was single, but not since I started working for the little bosses with runny noses...  most demanding job I've ever had.  Oh!  and I don't get paid.  Or vacation.  Or sick time.  Or a Christmas Bonus.  Or even my own desk!  Or my own anything!!

Then Clara hugs me, tells me she loves me sooo much.  She asks if I'm ok when she thinks I'm hurt and she does things to make me laugh. 

And then Bala tells me I'm gorgeous, he kisses me and sings his "Mommy, mommy, mommy, you're my favorite mommy!" song he made up.

So then I'm happy for about 5 minutes, until I realize that one of the dogs had diarrhea...

 

Well I've never!

I've never written in my journal about the kind of day I had.  I suppose I'll try it and see how it goes:

Lately it's been difficult for me to get up in the a.m....  probably because I'm so overwhelmed by how much I still need to do before we move.

I pretty much sat around most of the early day and did things on the computer, made calls, etc.  But at one point I had such bad twitches that I was freaking my lesbian friend Amy out.  The problem was that my stomach  was twitching, so my whole body would move.  It really was like the times that people twich on purpose and they over-do it to make it obvious...  or at least it felt that way!  I'm just glad I didn't drink coffee.

In the afternoon I convinced my hub to go with me to pick up a fridge from someone on Freecycle for our garage and he agreed (amazing!).  He even went without really knowing where it was as I was only going by the memory from my one trip there in the dark of the night. 

It was beautiful just being with him by ourselves, without any appointments, any rushing, any plans...  He even thought I'd lied about the fridge just because I wanted to spend time with him, how cute is that?  Actually, that could be perceived as vain...

Anyway, we drove around forever and then I told him to take a couple of turns and lo and behold we found it.  The fridge is even working just fine!  How cool is that.  I highly recommend everyone to go to www.freecycle.org and sign up in their city.  If they don't have one, then start one for crying out loud!  You will then be able to get rid of those things that you don't want to pay to haul away and receive things that you've always wanted (someone today gave away a HUGE Yucca plant - I missed it by 20 minutes).  So, check it out.

Back to my day.  Took the hub to pick up my Harley (yay!  it's now running!!) and he rode it back home.  The first thing I did at the shop was start it up.  It was sooo cool hearing the rumble again, and feeling the strength of that bike under my butt.  I'd been away from it for so long!  I can't really describe the feeling any more without alienating a few people.  ;-)

I ended my day doing some cleaning, blogging, having dinner and running the dogs back inside before a major storm with the possibility of a tornado.

That's all.

 

Journaling

I wonder if journaling is all that great a thing as I at times envision, or if it's some fad that only geeks do.  I say that freely because I'm the biggest geek.  I'm such a geek that I used to be what was called a nerd, and that's because I've been a nerd (that time has changed into a geek) for a long time.  The only reason many people don't realize I've been such a nerdgeek is because I don't wear glasses or even look like a typical nerd.  But believe me, I am.

Where am I going with this?  Hmmm... let's see...

In the center of "me" I don't really give a flying shhh-saucer about what or who I am, as I repeatedly do things like stick my foot in my mouth, say something completely unrelated or random, try to make an obvious joke, etc. and I don't stop myself. 

Remember "Revenge of the Nerds"?  How prophetic was that??  Bill Gates has been laughing non-stop ever since...  People in H.S. thought I was a dork for taking typing, or even when I took "Computing 101", literally 101.  It was so basic with all those 0s and 1s.  My big project was making up a program that was (get this) a game where after going to an Adam Ant concert in N.Y., one had to go to the Waldorf Astoria and find out which room Adam was staying in.  I told you I was a nerd!

 

Time won't give me time

I don't know when I'm leaving for L.A. at this point.  There is NO WAY I'll make it by the weekend and I feel bad leaving the house the way it is when there is still a lot more that could be done to make it so much better!!

I might just postpone the trip until we are ready to move for good...  After all, if I go now I might have to go by myself with the kids, as because of my travel uncertainties, those who might have gone with me will not be able to at this point. 

That certainly sucks!

But I'll adjust to the new idea and be happy that it's summer in Indy, otherwise I might crawl into a hole and not come out until spring...  I really dislike the winters...

Kelly finished a painting today (the first in many years) and she even titled it "The Darkness Inside".  I think it's a great thing, not that she has darkness inside, but that at 14 she's trying to communicate that she's not all that happy...

Hopefully we'll be able to talk about it.  Rather, she'll be able to talk about it. 

I better go, I'm getting really jittery from the medicine and I'm twitching like mad...  I feel like Faith Hill in "The Stepford Wives":  Do-si-do, do-si-do, do-si-do...!

Heeeeeere's... ME!!!

I WAS ON TV LAST NIGHT!!!

And I forgot to tell everyone.  In a way it's selective amnesia, I wanted to see it before everyone else.  I'm not sure why, but it feels sort of safer that way.  Kind of the same way it is when I get photos developed - I must see them before anyone else.  I am not sure why, because I always end up showing all the pics anyway, even the bad ones.   Strangewise that's right up there with sitting in restaurants with my back facing the wall...  Could it be the Italian in me?  Were my ancestors in the Mafia at some point? 

Anyway, the TV show was for the Local Fox 59 News, and it was on at 10pm, which is better than 3am I suppose.  So, they were doing a story on women who do renovations and repairs themselves and how it's a growing trend and they wanted to center the whole thing around me.  I just can't believe they didn't find anyone else, as I'm sure there are *many* women out there who've done way more than I have and are way more knowledgeable about these things.  Especially since I still refuse to call tools by their names and sort of give them my own ("the grabber tool") or just call them a name that basically explains what the tool is good for ("the grabber tool that can be used to loosen up things"). 

Out of respect for the tools I work with I must get serious and report that I used a NAIL GUN for the first time and it was the COOLEST!  I also SOLDERED a copper tube for a friend of mine, after we installed her new hardwood floors.  It was so great!  I wonder how many uses one could have for these things...

Ok, so the show made me look like I was a complainy bitch who was slightly sick of her husband not fixing things and they conveniently left out the part where I answered that the real reason I did all this was to impress my husband. 

That would not have made for a good story in these days, I suppose!

 

 

 

 

Happy Anniversary!!!

 

Ok, there it is, I did it.  I did not think I would do the torch thing, but I read someone's journal who seemed pretty cool and she had a torch.  So I decided that as always it's all about perception...  and as long as you have Wonder Woman involved it's going to be cool.

Of the good superheroines WW was always the best to me.  It wasn't until she was born that I became excited about superpowers.  Especially when it entails twirling to get said powers going...  It wasn't the way she looked, with all those curves I knew  there was no way she could be very agile, but her femininity was definitely there.  And the twirling.  Loved  the twirling...!

My all time favorite was Catwoman, but she was so bad (in the traditional sense of the word) that I couldn't admit to liking her...  She was a woman, a seductress like no other I'd seen at my age and she kicked ass.  Secretly I twirled and pretended to have golden cuffs, but Top-secretly I wanted to be Catwoman.

However, as life would have it, and as I learned in my much later years, you sort of have to be born that way, that kind of woman.   I just know Catwoman would have never been caught semi-naked with her keys locked in the car while the car was still running and her purse was inside...  (find "Nudie Rudie") 

All this suits me just fine.  I've mastered growling much better than I ever would have a meow.  Just ask my husband.