rewrite

so... Saturday's snow story via facebook:


Lisa: I so need a cabana boy who knows how to handle a shovel as well as a corkscrew...( that is NOT an euphemism.) I can hear my knees screaming already....(NOT an euphemism). 
Off I go... oh heck.... (Not an euphemism). I hate snow.

Me: you need a good blower. (NOT a euphemism)

Lisa:  a good blower is always impressive and highly appreciated. One gets all stirred up one hears that low growl in anticipation of what may come. ( NOT a euphemism)

Me: My neighbour is very old and hasn't kept his blower lubricated. I had to do all the work by hand this morning to finish with his sons. (NOT a euphemism)

Random: Personally, I think I'd like the euphemisms!

soon and others

sometimes I just get

too excited

breathing doesn't happen

right- like I forget to

and my stomach turns

upside down, and

I shake and want to

run. or yell. or scream.

or.

something.

so I bite my nails

and clench my teeth, my stomach

and I don't breathe.

and I stifle a smile

because you probably would

just look at me funny

and ask why.

I just am.

awesome

Dressmaker  at 10:16pm July 3

How do you feel about wearing Victorian attire, goggles and carrying parasols in public?

 L. Bo at 10:18pm July 3

I feel very very good about it.

A drab

Is there a measurement unit that's comparable to a Drib or a Drab? I've always wondered.

Awhile back I saw an advertisment for a set of measuring spoons- a pinch, a titch, a smidgen... etc... I'd love to find them again.

I was thinking about what matters today.

and about what doesn't.

And I need to make some changes. Big ones. Why hold on to the things that drag you along? Why spend time with the things that just hold you back? Why dwell on the holdings of sadness and pain? 

I choose to do something new.

I choose to find joy.

that wasn't the drab I was going for.

thank you

there are days when my job brings me jems like this one::

Diva* now 20-25 doll at begno and tracy loss at begno she is mad at the grils she is

milke funnny of the grils at begno**

(one of the young women that I support likes to send emails to update everyone on her life... she's a microblogger of sorts I suppose.)

*name change (of course)

** translation (just in case you're slow) "Diva won $25 at Bingo, and Tracy lost all her money. She is mad at all the girls, she is making fun of the other girls at bingo"
No Doubt.

good nut

So, I had the car towed to Dad's fav. mechanic. The tow truck guy took awhile to convince... he wanted me to start my car and move it to make it easier to get to. Then when I told him I didn't want to start it (and gave him the story) he told me "well, just turn the key and put it in neutral". So then I said- "won't that start the fuel injector?" and he said yes... and I said "but that's what I'm trying to avoid"....

he looked at me blankly and said "but why?"

oh good night.

Anyway, Derrick the Mechanic is now my hero. He checked it all out, and when he didn't find anything... he didn't charge me for the time.

I think I will be switching to him- I've always just gone where ever was closest.

Two sides of misunderstanding

I was walking down the street yesterday.

On one side, a teen girl- with mile high Mohawk spikes, gawking at a strange old man.

On the other side, an old man- protective goggles covering his glasses on a windy day, glaring at a punk.

can I get a translation here?

ok, So I'm in the theatre, and the new Mr.Bean trailer comes on... Mr.Bean goes on vacation...
He's going to France... you know there's going to be trouble.
The theatre is nearly empty, there's maybe? 10 people inside.
Mr. Bean is ordering something from a desk clerk, he answers "oui, non, oui, non" the clerk says, you have an excellent command of the french language.. to which Mr.Bean says "mucho gracias".
I laugh.
One other person laughs.
The kid sitting a few rows back turns to it's parent and says "was that french?".
To which the parent responds "no honey, it's funny because it's Italian."


le sigh.