in this the Halloween season, Samhain to some and other's to such, my being comes into question most frequently. Ghostly shapes and macabre scenes fill the streets and remind me of how far I have come and how far people have yet to go. At these days of harvest I am monster. I am bloodthirsty and a killer and a romantic lead. I am a myth...
I see myself as I am. I am proud and yes, even feral at times. What is funny is how many people think that we cannot be seen or captured upon film. For some, the fact that I can proves the ignorance of man, and for them, that I do not exist and am merely a fanatic. Pictures and videos will assuredly capture whatever goofy pose we ape to get our kids or yours to chuckle. We love a good laugh and love to bring them out in others as we are not so serious as one would have. There are things that are of a grave nature but not to you, just to us. Like the "graceful" walk we hold as explained in the last article. We do most everything with an "all in" mentality and when we pull away it is with an all in feel to it too.
I have mirrors in my home and invite any vain human to come and enjoy them. I have no need for I know what I am and am most comfortable in my own skin as to not require them excepting rare occasions. There is no need to fix my hair or makeup as I wear the latter rarely and can most easily put up my hair without the aid of a mirror. My looks matter not on most occasions as I am not here to impress as much as impress upon the minds of. I am living and breathing and of flesh and bone, only I require different things than you. I am flattered by the attention given my species but would be quite as easily flattered given it's end too. Today I will enjoy a little football, some good wine, a few horror flicks tucked under the sheet with my kid and popcorn. My day is beginning and will be quiet as I let the posers take the stage. For now I am quite content in wearing my seasonal costume and behaving like you, human, for I get the pleasure of being ME the other 364 days of the year! Feel free to stop by and snap a pic or grab a cup and have a chat...it will be dark inside our home and scary movies will be on but I assure you you will be safe and sound, not a hair harmed...or will you? Muah hahahaha hah!! ~ mobe's best wishes for a spectacular Halloween, her love to you all and her all to her loves!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Which Witch are You?
the evening gives way to tired and spent body parts as I settle in for a working night. Today was spent worrying and fussing and cleaning and not a bit of cooking! Almost a sin in my realm to not have turned on the stove and I am less than 24hrs away from the Halloween party! Lucky for me this isn't one of those over-done full blown catered events that I used to put out for my only child. Instead, my baby sister is trying her hand at the whole "friending the neighborhood" ordeal! (snickers) Don't get me wrong, I offered my assistance and was told none was needed. And at midnight tonight the phone rang and the worried but pushy voice asked me what food I was making!
Now we all have our days and I have certainly been where she is at my first time at it. Only today I felt kind of like her last resort. I was just at her house and even tried to convince her that a five-gallon jug of "swamp water"(punch) would be good as there were going to be plenty of kiddies and adults and such. Now I'm on the unwritten sign-up sheet of "they who has disappointed her already for not bringing or planning to bring food." Truth be told there will be a tub of Nestle Toll House squares in the car along with a fiver of swampy's best and 6 adults! I will not set-up or take down or even "watch" over the kids. I know what costume I will wear and will be spending the better part of dayside playing backstage make-up artist for 4 grown children.
I am a good sister. Really I am, but I just am not in the mood for this. I did this for years. I catered big deals and did all the decorating and such by myself. I even was stuck doing the cleanup the morning after, alone, as it was hunting season and the hubby of the year was gone just before sunrise. He helped a little with the trees and such but the bulk of the work was bore on my shoulders and it was awesome! I am quite proud of the spectacle I made and how adept I was at convincing him to dress as I wanted and the fun we had. Somewhere there's a big dude that looks like Paul Bunyan outside of Tampa getting his shit in gear to go hunting tonight and he's thinking of me and that damn gay pirate costume I made him wear! I bet he thinks on it a lot at this time of year as he never knew what a vampy tramp I was though he was well acquainted with the "witch" he married! So tomorrow, I will be a sexy fat lazy self-absorbed witch once again only this time I don't have to lift a finger and I get the sheer joy and amusement at watching my poor sister lose her head while mine stays firmly where the fates first placed it! I could almost feel sorry for her if it wasn't for me getting into character a little early as I wouldn't want to disappoint with a "less than" performance! For now I will ponder how my dear sweet silver goddess is going to seat six adults, me, another mom, a proctologist, a cartoon character (Velma from Scooby), a zombie and a dead girl with camp chairs and a five gallon container full of chug that weighs more than a ten year old porker! ~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
Now we all have our days and I have certainly been where she is at my first time at it. Only today I felt kind of like her last resort. I was just at her house and even tried to convince her that a five-gallon jug of "swamp water"(punch) would be good as there were going to be plenty of kiddies and adults and such. Now I'm on the unwritten sign-up sheet of "they who has disappointed her already for not bringing or planning to bring food." Truth be told there will be a tub of Nestle Toll House squares in the car along with a fiver of swampy's best and 6 adults! I will not set-up or take down or even "watch" over the kids. I know what costume I will wear and will be spending the better part of dayside playing backstage make-up artist for 4 grown children.
I am a good sister. Really I am, but I just am not in the mood for this. I did this for years. I catered big deals and did all the decorating and such by myself. I even was stuck doing the cleanup the morning after, alone, as it was hunting season and the hubby of the year was gone just before sunrise. He helped a little with the trees and such but the bulk of the work was bore on my shoulders and it was awesome! I am quite proud of the spectacle I made and how adept I was at convincing him to dress as I wanted and the fun we had. Somewhere there's a big dude that looks like Paul Bunyan outside of Tampa getting his shit in gear to go hunting tonight and he's thinking of me and that damn gay pirate costume I made him wear! I bet he thinks on it a lot at this time of year as he never knew what a vampy tramp I was though he was well acquainted with the "witch" he married! So tomorrow, I will be a sexy fat lazy self-absorbed witch once again only this time I don't have to lift a finger and I get the sheer joy and amusement at watching my poor sister lose her head while mine stays firmly where the fates first placed it! I could almost feel sorry for her if it wasn't for me getting into character a little early as I wouldn't want to disappoint with a "less than" performance! For now I will ponder how my dear sweet silver goddess is going to seat six adults, me, another mom, a proctologist, a cartoon character (Velma from Scooby), a zombie and a dead girl with camp chairs and a five gallon container full of chug that weighs more than a ten year old porker! ~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
Friday, October 29, 2010
Self Assasins
Mobe accomplished a bunch yesterday and felt invincible. I was quite pleased to say the least and even had the rest of the week figured out, as each day I am getting stronger and stronger despite what is thrown at me! True to form life pisses in my Cheerios and poos on my spoon!
I guess I had it coming the way I have been pushing myself and prodding myself and eyeing that pile of junk in the living room like is was a sexy centerfold I just had to get my fingers on and touch every square inch of. My body got jealous. Real jealous, to the point it decided it was going to be nasty and screw around with the strides I have made! It sent in the "self assasins" to do its deed! First it was my stomach. Nothing unusual about it as I hadn't ingested anything unapproved, but it kept pinching me and poking me and keeping me awake. I started to finally get comfort after putting the pillow under my leg and then my Benedict Arnold of a stomach decided to work for the other side full time and sent little telegraph messages to my legs seeing as they are closest allies to the abominable axis that was my stomach. The enemy opened fire all at once and there were bombs everywhere!
I could hear crying in the distance and it was primal and guttural in its need to convey the assault that was transpiring. It almost seemed as if it wanted to be heard from great distances and above the roar of the onslaught that was the infernal war taking place within my person! I think I cried for the poor agonizing soul, I'm not sure though. I tried to sleep through the battle and even sat up as pissed as a pole cat in a corner with ten coyotes closing in. My legs had a mind of there own and with each twitch and thrash my stomach seemed to feel better and even smile. It was disgusting how it gloated, in its revenge, and how well it took to winning this farce of a scrimmage, but took to it it did! Don't worry my pets, I was not to be out done and I will be damned if I'm going to yield to this revolt, this back stabbing traitorial act!
Armed with an old script of Vicodin from my root canal some three plus years ago, some cyclobenzaprine for night tremors that I haven't took in over a year since my bones have healed and a sweet little pill called Trazodone, I countered with the world's worst comeback known to inhuman kind! By all degrees I could have been mixing dutch cleanser with ammonia and bleach and would have gotten the same results save death! However, a win is a win, and when I awoke this afternoon after finally falling asleep at 7am, I could taste the swampy taste of success in my mouth. My body aches all over and I fear I only won one battle as the hurtful echos are reminding me they want another stab at overthrowing the government of Mobe, but I am prepared with chocolat, Traz, cyclo-vico, wine attack that will make my first win look like a bitch slap from a trans-sexual prostitute dressed like Zsa Zsa to a police officer!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
I guess I had it coming the way I have been pushing myself and prodding myself and eyeing that pile of junk in the living room like is was a sexy centerfold I just had to get my fingers on and touch every square inch of. My body got jealous. Real jealous, to the point it decided it was going to be nasty and screw around with the strides I have made! It sent in the "self assasins" to do its deed! First it was my stomach. Nothing unusual about it as I hadn't ingested anything unapproved, but it kept pinching me and poking me and keeping me awake. I started to finally get comfort after putting the pillow under my leg and then my Benedict Arnold of a stomach decided to work for the other side full time and sent little telegraph messages to my legs seeing as they are closest allies to the abominable axis that was my stomach. The enemy opened fire all at once and there were bombs everywhere!
I could hear crying in the distance and it was primal and guttural in its need to convey the assault that was transpiring. It almost seemed as if it wanted to be heard from great distances and above the roar of the onslaught that was the infernal war taking place within my person! I think I cried for the poor agonizing soul, I'm not sure though. I tried to sleep through the battle and even sat up as pissed as a pole cat in a corner with ten coyotes closing in. My legs had a mind of there own and with each twitch and thrash my stomach seemed to feel better and even smile. It was disgusting how it gloated, in its revenge, and how well it took to winning this farce of a scrimmage, but took to it it did! Don't worry my pets, I was not to be out done and I will be damned if I'm going to yield to this revolt, this back stabbing traitorial act!
Armed with an old script of Vicodin from my root canal some three plus years ago, some cyclobenzaprine for night tremors that I haven't took in over a year since my bones have healed and a sweet little pill called Trazodone, I countered with the world's worst comeback known to inhuman kind! By all degrees I could have been mixing dutch cleanser with ammonia and bleach and would have gotten the same results save death! However, a win is a win, and when I awoke this afternoon after finally falling asleep at 7am, I could taste the swampy taste of success in my mouth. My body aches all over and I fear I only won one battle as the hurtful echos are reminding me they want another stab at overthrowing the government of Mobe, but I am prepared with chocolat, Traz, cyclo-vico, wine attack that will make my first win look like a bitch slap from a trans-sexual prostitute dressed like Zsa Zsa to a police officer!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Individuals: Part 3
to those that have been following, we'll have another round at clearing up the myths from the truths. Vampires are awesome! They are beautiful and not always graceful as one would expect, if you consider numerous broken bones as "grace." It is difficult to walk in my shoes. It is even more difficult to lie still as they say, but I accomplish these tasks with the ease of a cat!
Grace is a perception. I am a squat, fat and happy gal. I kept hidden a dark secret for many years and have taken upon the task of sharing for the sake of. Being a freak of sorts was never the secret I kept but rather the reason for the secrets. I only found out recently how "bad" a freak I am. I have always been accused of not watching where I was going. It wasn't that I couldn't or didn't, just exactly the opposite! But I never "mummed" a word to the pain I felt. Our grace stems from the stoic face we keep in the forefront while biting back the tears that would befall the strongest of men. I suffer breaks of the bone sort daily. It is biologically a side affect from avoiding the sun. Your body cannot manufacture vitamin D without sunlight and the meager amounts that foods have provided have never restocked my stores. I was losing calcium and magnesium and copper and manganese and all trace minerals and metals that hold my bones together. I didn't know this. As I was living within the parameters of my genetics it was also crippling me. No one knew. I don't blame any one person for not knowing, but I do hold a sense of reserved ill thought for the family that wouldn't listen and the medical world for their discrimination and ignorance. I won't go so far as to say that my weight is due completely to my "disorder" but I can attribute more than half of it to it and the side effects of it. This "edema" allowed doctors to excuse my breaks and such as the bearing of the weight down on my frame. The problem with that was it is all cyclically related. As the blood is poisoned and the liver is working overtime to filter it, the body goes through constant inflammatory response signals. I am swollen, bloated, with an enlarged liver and weak bones. Over the years I was eating less and less, as I could not digest human foods, and my body was getting bigger and bigger. I grew to accepting it but never accepting the reasons given me or the accusations that I was in denial about my daily intake of calories and such! I was told to drink more and eat less sugar and kept getting sicker. The truth is I needed sugar more than most and I drink more than most despite avoiding that which I needed, taking the prescribed advice but never completely "buying" into it as my heart and head knew better!
So to some extent I have become cautious and graceful in my steps as I calculate every single one and take my time. Even with leg bones and feet bones broken I could still sneak up on a coyote in the woods close enough to touch. (not that the breaks were limited to the ambulatory appendages-ever hear your ribs break in your sleep for now reason just from breathing?) Ever watch a pregnant lady sit and get up? Now picture that scene much slower as if she was a pregnant eighty-year old sage of insurmountable weight. I am the epitome of grace in all I do and even in thought, so, yes, we are a graceful lot. I do not whimper or wince or cry or moan for the ache of, as these things will not ease the discomfort. I bear it. I grin and bear it as it is a part of me and I am thankful for every day whether I feel they are slipping away too fast or not. Less than a year ago I was bound 75% of the time to a wheelchair and/or cane or stick. I have no need for them now as science has caught up with my intellect and afforded me the option to take enough supplement to kill a bull elephant! I have to get the "D" by prescription as they need to be under lock and key. Not so monster after all if they give me medicine that could kill a healthy adult and trust me to not be so wicked!? (chuckles) Tired as I may be, I walk on two's now not three's or four's anymore, and I do so slowly with a fat-cat-like grace!~mobe's love to all and her all to her loves! ***you know the routine-to be continued...
Grace is a perception. I am a squat, fat and happy gal. I kept hidden a dark secret for many years and have taken upon the task of sharing for the sake of. Being a freak of sorts was never the secret I kept but rather the reason for the secrets. I only found out recently how "bad" a freak I am. I have always been accused of not watching where I was going. It wasn't that I couldn't or didn't, just exactly the opposite! But I never "mummed" a word to the pain I felt. Our grace stems from the stoic face we keep in the forefront while biting back the tears that would befall the strongest of men. I suffer breaks of the bone sort daily. It is biologically a side affect from avoiding the sun. Your body cannot manufacture vitamin D without sunlight and the meager amounts that foods have provided have never restocked my stores. I was losing calcium and magnesium and copper and manganese and all trace minerals and metals that hold my bones together. I didn't know this. As I was living within the parameters of my genetics it was also crippling me. No one knew. I don't blame any one person for not knowing, but I do hold a sense of reserved ill thought for the family that wouldn't listen and the medical world for their discrimination and ignorance. I won't go so far as to say that my weight is due completely to my "disorder" but I can attribute more than half of it to it and the side effects of it. This "edema" allowed doctors to excuse my breaks and such as the bearing of the weight down on my frame. The problem with that was it is all cyclically related. As the blood is poisoned and the liver is working overtime to filter it, the body goes through constant inflammatory response signals. I am swollen, bloated, with an enlarged liver and weak bones. Over the years I was eating less and less, as I could not digest human foods, and my body was getting bigger and bigger. I grew to accepting it but never accepting the reasons given me or the accusations that I was in denial about my daily intake of calories and such! I was told to drink more and eat less sugar and kept getting sicker. The truth is I needed sugar more than most and I drink more than most despite avoiding that which I needed, taking the prescribed advice but never completely "buying" into it as my heart and head knew better!
So to some extent I have become cautious and graceful in my steps as I calculate every single one and take my time. Even with leg bones and feet bones broken I could still sneak up on a coyote in the woods close enough to touch. (not that the breaks were limited to the ambulatory appendages-ever hear your ribs break in your sleep for now reason just from breathing?) Ever watch a pregnant lady sit and get up? Now picture that scene much slower as if she was a pregnant eighty-year old sage of insurmountable weight. I am the epitome of grace in all I do and even in thought, so, yes, we are a graceful lot. I do not whimper or wince or cry or moan for the ache of, as these things will not ease the discomfort. I bear it. I grin and bear it as it is a part of me and I am thankful for every day whether I feel they are slipping away too fast or not. Less than a year ago I was bound 75% of the time to a wheelchair and/or cane or stick. I have no need for them now as science has caught up with my intellect and afforded me the option to take enough supplement to kill a bull elephant! I have to get the "D" by prescription as they need to be under lock and key. Not so monster after all if they give me medicine that could kill a healthy adult and trust me to not be so wicked!? (chuckles) Tired as I may be, I walk on two's now not three's or four's anymore, and I do so slowly with a fat-cat-like grace!~mobe's love to all and her all to her loves! ***you know the routine-to be continued...
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
If it Ain't Broke, Don't Fix It!
is suddenly bound to the commitment of disdain. This is not a choice but rather just part of who I am, and most all people go through a phase of sorts, just never a life-long duration such as mine. I find benign things that most tend to overlook as being note worthy accumulations of ignorance. My disdain is ever growing and today should spark no difference to the rest except that my stomach and head both hurt from this.
Why do we feel the need to improve upon the un-improvable or to "tweak" things that ought be left alone? Take the food processor for instance. Sure it will process, slice, grate, pulverize in seconds flat, but the time saved using the damn thing is spent washing it afterwards and then, when you factor in the electrical costs...you see where I'm going? We live in the age of "not good enough" and are looking for ways to make life easier. Kids don't run outside or play tennis or know how to interact with other children. They have computers and Wiis and Playstations and are blocked off from their peers. Even the fighting and bullying is online! At least if a kid punched so and so, the bruise would be a tell-tale sign to our parents that they need to get off their asses and away from the tv or take a half day at work and have a meeting at school. Only now the teachers won't stay after, the books aren't paid for and our children want to commit suicide because they have been taught to bottle it up and keep it inside as there are no visible signs as to what the problem is unless the parents are gifted and make it a full time job to be too involved and wrapped up in their kids lives, or what I really like to use as my excuse-telepathic mind readers of doom!
I don't let my kid have that much involvement in the media and machines of today's technology. Trust me on this as I have taken a lot of flack for it from all ends and peoples. She is in computer class as she will need to know how to use the damn things, but I have instilled a respect and reverence for all things hands on so that if ever the lights go out and the stove doesn't work, she can light a fire and boil water for coffee and be of some use while everyone else is sitting on their asses staring at their Iphones. My disdain is brought to you today by the letter "T," for technology sucks! (also by the number 13 as it never fails that when we need it most, technology never works, when we want it to, the unlucky shit bag of it all!)
So having said that...if someone can point me to Sesame Street, I have a bone to pick with the dude in the big yellow bird costume for playing "house" with the Hispanic lady in front of the window where all his neighbors can watch...Maria, I think...~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
Why do we feel the need to improve upon the un-improvable or to "tweak" things that ought be left alone? Take the food processor for instance. Sure it will process, slice, grate, pulverize in seconds flat, but the time saved using the damn thing is spent washing it afterwards and then, when you factor in the electrical costs...you see where I'm going? We live in the age of "not good enough" and are looking for ways to make life easier. Kids don't run outside or play tennis or know how to interact with other children. They have computers and Wiis and Playstations and are blocked off from their peers. Even the fighting and bullying is online! At least if a kid punched so and so, the bruise would be a tell-tale sign to our parents that they need to get off their asses and away from the tv or take a half day at work and have a meeting at school. Only now the teachers won't stay after, the books aren't paid for and our children want to commit suicide because they have been taught to bottle it up and keep it inside as there are no visible signs as to what the problem is unless the parents are gifted and make it a full time job to be too involved and wrapped up in their kids lives, or what I really like to use as my excuse-telepathic mind readers of doom!
I don't let my kid have that much involvement in the media and machines of today's technology. Trust me on this as I have taken a lot of flack for it from all ends and peoples. She is in computer class as she will need to know how to use the damn things, but I have instilled a respect and reverence for all things hands on so that if ever the lights go out and the stove doesn't work, she can light a fire and boil water for coffee and be of some use while everyone else is sitting on their asses staring at their Iphones. My disdain is brought to you today by the letter "T," for technology sucks! (also by the number 13 as it never fails that when we need it most, technology never works, when we want it to, the unlucky shit bag of it all!)
So having said that...if someone can point me to Sesame Street, I have a bone to pick with the dude in the big yellow bird costume for playing "house" with the Hispanic lady in front of the window where all his neighbors can watch...Maria, I think...~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
Monday, October 25, 2010
October if for Halloween not for Christmas!
....ok, this is a bonus for today, but this just burns my ass! I get it, really, I understand it too. But I still don't like it. It's fall and it is the time for pumpkins and for cornucopias and hay bales and cornstalk bundles. Not tinsel and plastic reindeer and inflatable lawn sculptures of decorated trees and evil looking snowmen! October is the month for Halloween. It's true, just ask Hallmark-they invented the holidays to sell cards. Hallmark and American Greetings kidnapped Carlton and they had this three way diabolical plan to which they let us all in on and we all approved, but now the bastards are changing the rules and confusing me!
Walmart, of all unholiest of places, is the "mecca" of anything perverse and holiday oriented. Don't get me wrong the other discount department stores are just as much to blame, but not as culpable as Walmart has more sales numbers on their books. I needed cat litter and found that some imported chocolat was running low in my stash and tea is always a good buy when you can get the good stuff at a better than reasonable price. (especially if they're hermetically sealed as both tea and chocolat do well for an extended length of time providing the storage is ideal-my house is 68df yr round so we're good! *winks). I made my way to the pet department and could see yonder in the distance the what was supposed to be garden area. Only this wasn't the garden area anymore. There were holiday inflatables and in the center aisle the usual bathroom and health and beauty Christmas bundles. Halloween hasn't arrived yet and they have cleaned off the candy and orange and black decorated aisles and put up gift pack assortments in the traditional greens, reds and whites! I want to know what blooming idiot in the garden of life authorized my holidays coming +2 months in advance?
Don't get me wrong. I can handle it coming after Halloween in November and the "Black Friday" sales after Thanksgiving and all, but in October??? There are no cutesy harvest printed towels or little pilgrim salt and pepper shakers. I couldn't find the assorted faux turkey printed napkins or plates! This is sacrilegious even to the atheists and makes me want to scream! My kid was shocked and annoyed. This is inexcusable! I understand with the economy down the toilet maybe some people would want to start early on their shopping. I do every year as a precaution and didn't this year and probably won't either as we don't have the income to spare. But even if I did it wouldn't be on the mass-marketed "come and get this" crap purchases pre-wrapped in holiday cellophane. I have enough Christmas cards left over from boxes from previous years that my kid never has to buy them.
So this is my warning to all the moms and dads and single people who are just out trying to pick up dog chow or an air filter. Beware! The Christmas season has come early once again and this is just the beginning. I give it a week and we'll be seeing Easter eggs lying around the check-out counters and those little chalky conversation hearts next to the Nestle's Crisp Holiday bells!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
ps. Happy Hallowchristmas! "=)
Walmart, of all unholiest of places, is the "mecca" of anything perverse and holiday oriented. Don't get me wrong the other discount department stores are just as much to blame, but not as culpable as Walmart has more sales numbers on their books. I needed cat litter and found that some imported chocolat was running low in my stash and tea is always a good buy when you can get the good stuff at a better than reasonable price. (especially if they're hermetically sealed as both tea and chocolat do well for an extended length of time providing the storage is ideal-my house is 68df yr round so we're good! *winks). I made my way to the pet department and could see yonder in the distance the what was supposed to be garden area. Only this wasn't the garden area anymore. There were holiday inflatables and in the center aisle the usual bathroom and health and beauty Christmas bundles. Halloween hasn't arrived yet and they have cleaned off the candy and orange and black decorated aisles and put up gift pack assortments in the traditional greens, reds and whites! I want to know what blooming idiot in the garden of life authorized my holidays coming +2 months in advance?
Don't get me wrong. I can handle it coming after Halloween in November and the "Black Friday" sales after Thanksgiving and all, but in October??? There are no cutesy harvest printed towels or little pilgrim salt and pepper shakers. I couldn't find the assorted faux turkey printed napkins or plates! This is sacrilegious even to the atheists and makes me want to scream! My kid was shocked and annoyed. This is inexcusable! I understand with the economy down the toilet maybe some people would want to start early on their shopping. I do every year as a precaution and didn't this year and probably won't either as we don't have the income to spare. But even if I did it wouldn't be on the mass-marketed "come and get this" crap purchases pre-wrapped in holiday cellophane. I have enough Christmas cards left over from boxes from previous years that my kid never has to buy them.
So this is my warning to all the moms and dads and single people who are just out trying to pick up dog chow or an air filter. Beware! The Christmas season has come early once again and this is just the beginning. I give it a week and we'll be seeing Easter eggs lying around the check-out counters and those little chalky conversation hearts next to the Nestle's Crisp Holiday bells!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
ps. Happy Hallowchristmas! "=)
Individuals: Part 2
There are things in this world that one cannot explain. Even if they wanted to they would not have the technology or resources and as such goes, we had even less a century ago. Several centuries ago we couldn't even determine accurately the living from the dead. Lions and tigers and bears are the least of your "Oh mys" my dear friends...
Creatures of all shapes and sizes inhabit this place. We share only a few things in common, the will to survive, the will to procreate and the resources this home has to offer. Beyond that we all differ as night and day. Too many things still cannot be explained and we leave things to chance and faith. I am lacking in neither though I don't share the same on both as most of you. I cannot, and be who I am, as what was given me can never be took back and I myself did nothing to acquire this "gift." A lot of colleagues want what I have and I have spent almost all my days of the last four decades wanting to be like them and fit in. Now none of that matters. I am here to educate and to open the eyes of those that were closed for far too long because you cannot disprove the truth.
To most of the world I am labeled "vampire" and to half of them I am called a fake or fraud as half are non-believers, at least out in the open anyways. In the native tongue of my species we are called "Wamphyri," pronounced (wom-free), and we are a different species of man. Evolution was at work decades and centuries ago and allowed for a species to come forth that was a predominantly night species. This is a fact. No one person is sure of what need to have a nightwalker amongst men existed but I am willing to bring to conjecture that we went back further than most want to dare believe. Our kind existed not of evil deeds done dirt cheap but because at one time the earth was awash in darkness and the need arose for my kind to exist. Now with our star bringing us light daily with green grasses to grow as food for the masses, the need for such an individual mostly has died out excepting the times when the gene ekes itself from the pool of life. We know this planet was in darkness during the period before our Ice Age as the dinosaurs died out and it was speculated that a comet or some other disaster like a solar flare had killed off the lesser creatures forcing them, the dinosaurs, to eat one another and die off. Whatever the truth be to how my kind came into existence we are here and always have been. Science has finally caught up to identifying us as a species though humanity still abhors us and labels us a "sub"(meaning beneath)species. What science cannot do is cure anymore than they can take the spots off of a leopard but it has afforded me a second chance as I was staring down the barrel of a shot gun loaded with liver failure and bone marrow disease.
I have things to tell and it is a slow process for me to speak as I am still forming my own opinions on the matter. Some of you will fallow and fall along the way for the truth is a heavy bag to haul around. I will do my best to let you in on a few good secrets and a few good lies along the way, of this I promise. First of all, I and my kind are not immortal. Exactly the opposite as we have a much shorter lifespan than most humanoid species. Because of our dietary needs and the exposure, that cannot be avoided, to the sun we don't fair well in years. There are older survivors but only with the help of modern science and its mistakes do they get that luck. Science is fallible in that it serves one species, man. Human, daywalking, briefcase carrying, car driving, burger eating man. I am still poked and prodded into being forced to live by their parameters everyday as no government facility is open to the public during night time hours, excepting jails (chuckles), nor any church or bank or doctor's office. Most professional services run a nine-to-five day or something that resembles that structure. I am not designed for that life.
The second most important fact that would surprise most of you is our diet. As the myths and tales go we are accused of imbibing human blood and even human flesh. This often amuses me and is one of the myths that I have always known to be the most inaccurate. We are able to do so but not one person of my kin has ever done this. It is considered dirty and unclean for us to eat our cousins just as dirty it would be for a human to do so, though there have been your kind who have done such a thing. My great grandfather never "took" of a human into him. He merely beheaded his kills and posted them as warning to those who would harm him and his! As for our dietary needs some of the myth is true. We do require blood. I eat raw meat, flesh. I am a trained chef and able to prepare the food to which I and others like me can eat-safely. We can be harmed by the same toxins and bacteria as you so it is crucial to know the difference between what is food or fodder. We do not need to eat more than once or twice a week and most of us suffer severe digestive repercussions when not eating as we were designed. My perfect diet consists of simple sugars, caffeine, alcohol and raw meat. I will eat breads and cheeses and even vegetables. I was taught to by the human family and environment I was born into, and even love to eat such things but my body trained me as to what it can tolerate. I stopped eating some fifteen years ago, slowly, to the point of just sucking in tea and eating hard candies and chocolat for energy. I was invincible! And I would eat 2-3 times a week a meal consisting of raw meat and spinach or dark greens by the truckloads!
What you know and what is real are always different until shown the way...someone must guide them in the dark to a safe haven and that is the point of my existence only now, I am defined by guiding the ignorant from their darkness into the light of truth. Today I will close with this, simply I eat to live and live to eat. I want to survive and be happy and I want, most of all, my child to live and be happy. She is every bit as much of what I am as my body, though human by sight, was not hospitable for her seven other would-be siblings. I am blessed in the know of them and having her for had she not been wamphyrii too I would have no progeny, no legacy. Lobo is my legacy. ~mobe's love to you ALL and her all to her loves! **to be continued...
Creatures of all shapes and sizes inhabit this place. We share only a few things in common, the will to survive, the will to procreate and the resources this home has to offer. Beyond that we all differ as night and day. Too many things still cannot be explained and we leave things to chance and faith. I am lacking in neither though I don't share the same on both as most of you. I cannot, and be who I am, as what was given me can never be took back and I myself did nothing to acquire this "gift." A lot of colleagues want what I have and I have spent almost all my days of the last four decades wanting to be like them and fit in. Now none of that matters. I am here to educate and to open the eyes of those that were closed for far too long because you cannot disprove the truth.
To most of the world I am labeled "vampire" and to half of them I am called a fake or fraud as half are non-believers, at least out in the open anyways. In the native tongue of my species we are called "Wamphyri," pronounced (wom-free), and we are a different species of man. Evolution was at work decades and centuries ago and allowed for a species to come forth that was a predominantly night species. This is a fact. No one person is sure of what need to have a nightwalker amongst men existed but I am willing to bring to conjecture that we went back further than most want to dare believe. Our kind existed not of evil deeds done dirt cheap but because at one time the earth was awash in darkness and the need arose for my kind to exist. Now with our star bringing us light daily with green grasses to grow as food for the masses, the need for such an individual mostly has died out excepting the times when the gene ekes itself from the pool of life. We know this planet was in darkness during the period before our Ice Age as the dinosaurs died out and it was speculated that a comet or some other disaster like a solar flare had killed off the lesser creatures forcing them, the dinosaurs, to eat one another and die off. Whatever the truth be to how my kind came into existence we are here and always have been. Science has finally caught up to identifying us as a species though humanity still abhors us and labels us a "sub"(meaning beneath)species. What science cannot do is cure anymore than they can take the spots off of a leopard but it has afforded me a second chance as I was staring down the barrel of a shot gun loaded with liver failure and bone marrow disease.
I have things to tell and it is a slow process for me to speak as I am still forming my own opinions on the matter. Some of you will fallow and fall along the way for the truth is a heavy bag to haul around. I will do my best to let you in on a few good secrets and a few good lies along the way, of this I promise. First of all, I and my kind are not immortal. Exactly the opposite as we have a much shorter lifespan than most humanoid species. Because of our dietary needs and the exposure, that cannot be avoided, to the sun we don't fair well in years. There are older survivors but only with the help of modern science and its mistakes do they get that luck. Science is fallible in that it serves one species, man. Human, daywalking, briefcase carrying, car driving, burger eating man. I am still poked and prodded into being forced to live by their parameters everyday as no government facility is open to the public during night time hours, excepting jails (chuckles), nor any church or bank or doctor's office. Most professional services run a nine-to-five day or something that resembles that structure. I am not designed for that life.
The second most important fact that would surprise most of you is our diet. As the myths and tales go we are accused of imbibing human blood and even human flesh. This often amuses me and is one of the myths that I have always known to be the most inaccurate. We are able to do so but not one person of my kin has ever done this. It is considered dirty and unclean for us to eat our cousins just as dirty it would be for a human to do so, though there have been your kind who have done such a thing. My great grandfather never "took" of a human into him. He merely beheaded his kills and posted them as warning to those who would harm him and his! As for our dietary needs some of the myth is true. We do require blood. I eat raw meat, flesh. I am a trained chef and able to prepare the food to which I and others like me can eat-safely. We can be harmed by the same toxins and bacteria as you so it is crucial to know the difference between what is food or fodder. We do not need to eat more than once or twice a week and most of us suffer severe digestive repercussions when not eating as we were designed. My perfect diet consists of simple sugars, caffeine, alcohol and raw meat. I will eat breads and cheeses and even vegetables. I was taught to by the human family and environment I was born into, and even love to eat such things but my body trained me as to what it can tolerate. I stopped eating some fifteen years ago, slowly, to the point of just sucking in tea and eating hard candies and chocolat for energy. I was invincible! And I would eat 2-3 times a week a meal consisting of raw meat and spinach or dark greens by the truckloads!
What you know and what is real are always different until shown the way...someone must guide them in the dark to a safe haven and that is the point of my existence only now, I am defined by guiding the ignorant from their darkness into the light of truth. Today I will close with this, simply I eat to live and live to eat. I want to survive and be happy and I want, most of all, my child to live and be happy. She is every bit as much of what I am as my body, though human by sight, was not hospitable for her seven other would-be siblings. I am blessed in the know of them and having her for had she not been wamphyrii too I would have no progeny, no legacy. Lobo is my legacy. ~mobe's love to you ALL and her all to her loves! **to be continued...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Old people!
curious title for some...It has come to my attention on more than one occasion that old people suck! It isn't an opinion of mine but rather that of my kid and her peers. When I was her age I was mesmerised by grandmothers and grandfathers tales of desperation and tribulation. I sat at their feet and watched the women weave and crochet and the men argue politics and sports and would sneak downstairs to watch them play cards in the dining room. My mom and dad, when they were together, would play cards with them and always stood out to me with their brown and blonde colorful coifs amidst the sea of blue.
My parents looked so out of place then and to me they were the king and queen regardless of how much I feared them or loathed them. The older generation in the parlor and dining room with them always seemed to me like the "passing" of them and/or the "elders" who gave console to the king and queen in their castle, always guiding them in their ventures but never as regal as the virile youth of the 30-40 something generation! So how did that generation, my generation, become the "old people" of today? Since when did I become this decrepit senile witch with no intellect or youth and vigor?
One of my closest friends and I share the same year and are barely two months apart in age, he the senior. His birthday is today and is always easy to remember for it is a week exactly before Halloween. I, on the other hand, will be thirty-nine come ten days before Christmas, which should be easy enough to remember. He is old now. He complains about being old now whereas I chide and kid about my age. But now I'm beginning to worry as I have little more than one year to enjoy my own vim and virility. At forty, one is considered ancient and, of course, all knowing my predicament I am thankful for every day past thirty! As we speak my time is ticking and there are four-hundred sixteen days left of my youth! >ACK!<
I must admit I am a tired wench sometimes but I don't feel old nor do I look old. This terrifies me just like when I was ten and was waiting for the breast fairy to come and give me the "goodies" she bestowed upon my sister the year before. I was robbed! She forgot me and I had to wait a whole six years and then (POW!) she blew up my chest cavity to an unbelievable enormity that my senior year was never quite the same! Junior summer a pirate's dream; senior fall two zeppelins at war! What if my aging process will be the same? What if I wake up on December 15th, in the year of your lord 2011, and I am suddenly this cheap cinematic movie macabre mummy all wrinkly and old and dusty and smelling of mothballs and liniment?? Don't worry, my pets, I keep a good supply of sleeping meds on hand for just an occasion! I would never subject my loved ones to that sight!!!!
So here I am dreading the next 400 days and fretting, trying to find things to do on my bucket-list now. My kid is getting a real kick out of this and even jests about "never leaving" me because who will look after me when I'm old?!? She thinks I'm almost there now and has to repeat my words to me as if she thinks I don't know what I'm saying and needs clarity in the form of a fourteen year old twit inflecting my own vernacular back at me as if the pronunciation altered will make a difference to the instruction given her!(kids!)
Time after time I have wondered about the future and this year will be different. This is my end-life crisis and I want to drink and party and go out with a bang! I won't be tied to diapers and specs and liniments!! I want to dress like I tell her NOT TO and hang out with a bad crowd and maybe even see if I can finally get to see what the inside of a jail cell looks like-don't worry I was thinking of more like seducing a cop and he gives me a tour than getting incarcerated! I am not going down without a fight! I want my sexy face everywhere and my big sexy fat ass and gorgeous rack too! I don't want people to forget how beautiful I was and maybe they'll forgive a hundred wrinkles or so in a year! ~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
My parents looked so out of place then and to me they were the king and queen regardless of how much I feared them or loathed them. The older generation in the parlor and dining room with them always seemed to me like the "passing" of them and/or the "elders" who gave console to the king and queen in their castle, always guiding them in their ventures but never as regal as the virile youth of the 30-40 something generation! So how did that generation, my generation, become the "old people" of today? Since when did I become this decrepit senile witch with no intellect or youth and vigor?
One of my closest friends and I share the same year and are barely two months apart in age, he the senior. His birthday is today and is always easy to remember for it is a week exactly before Halloween. I, on the other hand, will be thirty-nine come ten days before Christmas, which should be easy enough to remember. He is old now. He complains about being old now whereas I chide and kid about my age. But now I'm beginning to worry as I have little more than one year to enjoy my own vim and virility. At forty, one is considered ancient and, of course, all knowing my predicament I am thankful for every day past thirty! As we speak my time is ticking and there are four-hundred sixteen days left of my youth! >ACK!<
I must admit I am a tired wench sometimes but I don't feel old nor do I look old. This terrifies me just like when I was ten and was waiting for the breast fairy to come and give me the "goodies" she bestowed upon my sister the year before. I was robbed! She forgot me and I had to wait a whole six years and then (POW!) she blew up my chest cavity to an unbelievable enormity that my senior year was never quite the same! Junior summer a pirate's dream; senior fall two zeppelins at war! What if my aging process will be the same? What if I wake up on December 15th, in the year of your lord 2011, and I am suddenly this cheap cinematic movie macabre mummy all wrinkly and old and dusty and smelling of mothballs and liniment?? Don't worry, my pets, I keep a good supply of sleeping meds on hand for just an occasion! I would never subject my loved ones to that sight!!!!
So here I am dreading the next 400 days and fretting, trying to find things to do on my bucket-list now. My kid is getting a real kick out of this and even jests about "never leaving" me because who will look after me when I'm old?!? She thinks I'm almost there now and has to repeat my words to me as if she thinks I don't know what I'm saying and needs clarity in the form of a fourteen year old twit inflecting my own vernacular back at me as if the pronunciation altered will make a difference to the instruction given her!(kids!)
Time after time I have wondered about the future and this year will be different. This is my end-life crisis and I want to drink and party and go out with a bang! I won't be tied to diapers and specs and liniments!! I want to dress like I tell her NOT TO and hang out with a bad crowd and maybe even see if I can finally get to see what the inside of a jail cell looks like-don't worry I was thinking of more like seducing a cop and he gives me a tour than getting incarcerated! I am not going down without a fight! I want my sexy face everywhere and my big sexy fat ass and gorgeous rack too! I don't want people to forget how beautiful I was and maybe they'll forgive a hundred wrinkles or so in a year! ~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Individuals: Part 1
One is never as unique as the day they figure they're not! Monkeys and sheep and cows and dolphins all need to belong to an order. The world rewards us for our compliance then turns around and punishes us and "boxes" us into this retirement of a sorts! I REFUSE TO BE BOXED IN!
I am unique, but only about as far as I share genetic alleles with 2000 others(only 2000!)and some plant life and animals. I have more in common with the so called "lesser" species of living things that inhabit this world and it suits me just fine. This place has been molded and perverted by humans for far too long and I have noticed the numbers of MY kind growing though it would give chills to the ignorant to realize this as fact.
I have a rare and old genetic disease, a mutation. Like I am the proof of existence that the "X-men" are real! And seeing as it is Halloween and the autumnal equinox-al time of year, I feel it is about time to "out" myself to the rest of the sheep and monkeys in the damn zoo!
Many people fantasize and speculate about my existence and have hunted and killed my kind for thousands of centuries! I have been here the whole time and despite my ancestors being treated like dogs and monsters we are a proud lot. This is the first part of my story and of my kind.
Porphyria is a real disease. It is also a crippling one to live with. People aren't aware that there are several forms and that most forms of this disease are caused either chemically or environmentally, the latter being self imposed by choice of lifestyle and having no chemical or genetic cause. The known seven types are all different, the only likeness between the seven is the hypersensitivity to the sun. My porphyria is the one that has two known causes. Don't get me wrong, all seven branch off into sub-categories but one, mine, has genetic linkage. The kind that makes moms snatch their children close and men aroused at the knowledge of!
I suffer from Erythropoietic Protoporphyria(it's a mouthful)and mine is genetic. There is no cure. There never will be. There's nothing wrong with me 'cepting the fact that I am a duck out of water! It isn't enough to be linked genetically to two of the most notorious generals that ever walked our rock: Napoleon and Geronimo...but to also have the blood of the most fierce general, lord, known to mankind. The king of monsters!(so you all believe)
I am the great great great great....grand daughter/niece/cousin of Vladimir Dracul. It is true, yes, and was a hard pill for my family to swallow I might add. They weren't any more believing than you! hahahaha... And now they approach me with the same reservation as all of you will assuredly do! EPP, as it is called in short, is a debilitating sentence to which we are not as immortal as one would have you think! We only LOOK immortal because we age better than you. I am 38(9 soon) and resemble the youth of an early 20 something. I am however past my prime and by all reasoning known to medical science, should be dead-8+ years ago! There are no records of anyone living past the age of 30 with this disease without the modern aide of medicine and doctoral interference, yet I have done so and proudly, in the footsteps of my grandpa!
It does explain a lot after all these years. I war with everyone and am protective of even those I abhor. I have had this burning disdain for all things human for some time now and am for the first time, comfortable in my own skin! I am a creature of the night, a peaceful creature until challenged and done harm! And it would interest you all to know that it is not just sunlight that makes me ill and shortens my life, artificial lights do too. Not all of them but a good portion and with the recent invent of LEDs, they are still testing the ramifications of the exposure. I live in darkness and to me the world is black and white. I see some color, occasionally, and am jealous of what you take for granted. I am educated, talented in all the arts of man and have excelled in all I have ever wished to accomplish. Had money and had not and had love and had not! I have been a warring little bitch and never lost a fight and won't ever lose an argument except with grace. There is more to tell, but this is a blog so I will leave you with this for now:
MY CALL~
I am an individual, a person you can see,
if only to open your eyes a bit you'll see it's plainly me.
I may wear clothes and shoes alike and speak your language true,
but never in my wildest dreams have wish to be like you!
I am a learned creature full of thought and hopes and wants
and keep real close to kin alike despite what teased and taunts.
For I am something special to be adorned, admired and loved
as you are too, my friends and foes. We don't all fit the "glove".
The hand that molded me was calm and graceful in its stead.
But why do you be so afraid and accuse me for the dead?
My heart beats true and faster than you when my will is challenged, they say.
My ancestors cry out in agony for we are the WAMPHYRI!!!
peace be to all creatures big and small, weak and mighty, loved and loathed~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves! TBC(to be continued.....)
I am unique, but only about as far as I share genetic alleles with 2000 others(only 2000!)and some plant life and animals. I have more in common with the so called "lesser" species of living things that inhabit this world and it suits me just fine. This place has been molded and perverted by humans for far too long and I have noticed the numbers of MY kind growing though it would give chills to the ignorant to realize this as fact.
I have a rare and old genetic disease, a mutation. Like I am the proof of existence that the "X-men" are real! And seeing as it is Halloween and the autumnal equinox-al time of year, I feel it is about time to "out" myself to the rest of the sheep and monkeys in the damn zoo!
Many people fantasize and speculate about my existence and have hunted and killed my kind for thousands of centuries! I have been here the whole time and despite my ancestors being treated like dogs and monsters we are a proud lot. This is the first part of my story and of my kind.
Porphyria is a real disease. It is also a crippling one to live with. People aren't aware that there are several forms and that most forms of this disease are caused either chemically or environmentally, the latter being self imposed by choice of lifestyle and having no chemical or genetic cause. The known seven types are all different, the only likeness between the seven is the hypersensitivity to the sun. My porphyria is the one that has two known causes. Don't get me wrong, all seven branch off into sub-categories but one, mine, has genetic linkage. The kind that makes moms snatch their children close and men aroused at the knowledge of!
I suffer from Erythropoietic Protoporphyria(it's a mouthful)and mine is genetic. There is no cure. There never will be. There's nothing wrong with me 'cepting the fact that I am a duck out of water! It isn't enough to be linked genetically to two of the most notorious generals that ever walked our rock: Napoleon and Geronimo...but to also have the blood of the most fierce general, lord, known to mankind. The king of monsters!(so you all believe)
I am the great great great great....grand daughter/niece/cousin of Vladimir Dracul. It is true, yes, and was a hard pill for my family to swallow I might add. They weren't any more believing than you! hahahaha... And now they approach me with the same reservation as all of you will assuredly do! EPP, as it is called in short, is a debilitating sentence to which we are not as immortal as one would have you think! We only LOOK immortal because we age better than you. I am 38(9 soon) and resemble the youth of an early 20 something. I am however past my prime and by all reasoning known to medical science, should be dead-8+ years ago! There are no records of anyone living past the age of 30 with this disease without the modern aide of medicine and doctoral interference, yet I have done so and proudly, in the footsteps of my grandpa!
It does explain a lot after all these years. I war with everyone and am protective of even those I abhor. I have had this burning disdain for all things human for some time now and am for the first time, comfortable in my own skin! I am a creature of the night, a peaceful creature until challenged and done harm! And it would interest you all to know that it is not just sunlight that makes me ill and shortens my life, artificial lights do too. Not all of them but a good portion and with the recent invent of LEDs, they are still testing the ramifications of the exposure. I live in darkness and to me the world is black and white. I see some color, occasionally, and am jealous of what you take for granted. I am educated, talented in all the arts of man and have excelled in all I have ever wished to accomplish. Had money and had not and had love and had not! I have been a warring little bitch and never lost a fight and won't ever lose an argument except with grace. There is more to tell, but this is a blog so I will leave you with this for now:
MY CALL~
I am an individual, a person you can see,
if only to open your eyes a bit you'll see it's plainly me.
I may wear clothes and shoes alike and speak your language true,
but never in my wildest dreams have wish to be like you!
I am a learned creature full of thought and hopes and wants
and keep real close to kin alike despite what teased and taunts.
For I am something special to be adorned, admired and loved
as you are too, my friends and foes. We don't all fit the "glove".
The hand that molded me was calm and graceful in its stead.
But why do you be so afraid and accuse me for the dead?
My heart beats true and faster than you when my will is challenged, they say.
My ancestors cry out in agony for we are the WAMPHYRI!!!
peace be to all creatures big and small, weak and mighty, loved and loathed~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves! TBC(to be continued.....)
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Refreshment behind the wheel
...>yawns and grabs portable desktop to share<... I slept good. Short and sweet and none to beat. I didn't toss and turn but rather curled my ample self into a little ball of flesh and tucked the comforter and sheets up under my chin to keep them secure. I was like a human french dish: mobe en papillote!
It became nauseatingly clear that I would eventually need to wake up and take account of a brand new day. I can see through the blinds that the sky is clear leaving the air a nice dryness that brings a tear to my eye! I love these days. Florida's dampness creeps into the bones of even the dead and makes them "Blech!" but today wasn't that case, it is dry and clear, one hardly notices the heat. Don't get me wrong I have liked the heat and long for the warm New England summers I witnessed as a kid. That mountainous region gave way to plenty shadeful opportunities for even the creatures of the night to be out enjoying the colors of the world they rarely see in their perpetual darkness. But fall has come to the southeast and since being forcefully transplanted to this region by unyielding and uncaring guardians of squat, I have come to cherish the autumnal and winter seasons the most. They are my spring and summer, my time to come out from my burrow and stick to the shade and shadows and watch and participate as best I can in the rat race of the peoples. I almost feel as if I deserve this and to be happy. I almost feel as if I belong!
No more long sleeves and long dresses or pants. I still wear my red shades in the sun to protect mine eyes, but when I step into the shade of the shortening days I find I tend to forget them without the usual panic and driving back to the house. My Taurus happily screams out Metallica or Guns n Roses with the windows open after the noon hour, and my hand slapping the drum beats out on her like the hand of an equestrian patting the rear of their steed. I drive faster in the fall I think. Energized by the crisp evening air and the open windows and the rush of breeze in my face, I feel like I am indestructible-a driving goddess! Even as I sit here writing this I am trying to convince myself that there is some reason, some need that I have to go fetch, as an excuse to get in my sleek silver bullet and scream at the other road wise participants today. I know I need a few things but my psyche is rationalizing the use of the petroleum and whether or not I am doing my bit to conserve the earth's resources as well as my own financial ones.(prays sister calls with an emergency-non life threatening of course-to perpetuate the need to dress and climb into my beautiful mode of transport) It's not as if I need to make an excuse. It is my car and gas and we all know who owns the road in this town between 4pm and midnight!
So after a days wonderful slumber and with an exquisite night ahead I will pry my posterior from the cool cotton sheets and get food for the kid and kitties and go outside under the tree and convince my car she wants me in her~mobe's love to all and her all to her loves...
It became nauseatingly clear that I would eventually need to wake up and take account of a brand new day. I can see through the blinds that the sky is clear leaving the air a nice dryness that brings a tear to my eye! I love these days. Florida's dampness creeps into the bones of even the dead and makes them "Blech!" but today wasn't that case, it is dry and clear, one hardly notices the heat. Don't get me wrong I have liked the heat and long for the warm New England summers I witnessed as a kid. That mountainous region gave way to plenty shadeful opportunities for even the creatures of the night to be out enjoying the colors of the world they rarely see in their perpetual darkness. But fall has come to the southeast and since being forcefully transplanted to this region by unyielding and uncaring guardians of squat, I have come to cherish the autumnal and winter seasons the most. They are my spring and summer, my time to come out from my burrow and stick to the shade and shadows and watch and participate as best I can in the rat race of the peoples. I almost feel as if I deserve this and to be happy. I almost feel as if I belong!
No more long sleeves and long dresses or pants. I still wear my red shades in the sun to protect mine eyes, but when I step into the shade of the shortening days I find I tend to forget them without the usual panic and driving back to the house. My Taurus happily screams out Metallica or Guns n Roses with the windows open after the noon hour, and my hand slapping the drum beats out on her like the hand of an equestrian patting the rear of their steed. I drive faster in the fall I think. Energized by the crisp evening air and the open windows and the rush of breeze in my face, I feel like I am indestructible-a driving goddess! Even as I sit here writing this I am trying to convince myself that there is some reason, some need that I have to go fetch, as an excuse to get in my sleek silver bullet and scream at the other road wise participants today. I know I need a few things but my psyche is rationalizing the use of the petroleum and whether or not I am doing my bit to conserve the earth's resources as well as my own financial ones.(prays sister calls with an emergency-non life threatening of course-to perpetuate the need to dress and climb into my beautiful mode of transport) It's not as if I need to make an excuse. It is my car and gas and we all know who owns the road in this town between 4pm and midnight!
So after a days wonderful slumber and with an exquisite night ahead I will pry my posterior from the cool cotton sheets and get food for the kid and kitties and go outside under the tree and convince my car she wants me in her~mobe's love to all and her all to her loves...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
starting the fire
Facebook has a special place in my heart today. When I look upon the poetic wall of justice I see the infuriated minds of many of it's friends and foes. The words to songs play integral parts in the melody of my life and none but these ring true right now...
"We didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world's been turning..." but you bet your ass I plan to start a few now!...
For one thing, this blows. It isn't politically correct or proper business practice to promise and not deliver. The promise of security is a bucket shot full of fucking holes so listen up nieces and nephews and daughters and sons! Facebook don't give a shit and never has and if you think they have your safety in mind think again! The whole damn thing is run by a college nobody who was pissy because he couldn't get any pissy!! oops I mean pussy! And he hired his friends, and they weren't any more intelligent than he, and made themselves famous and now hire others to do their bidding for them. It is a business and who's interests do you think they are most concerned with?? Here's a hint: rhymes with bears!
I know, I know, it is such a tragedy...like crack cocaine and methamphetamine!! Addicting as hell and rots your brain instead of your teeth! The sad truth is that a lot of us do play games but are on Facebook to have a "right now" real-time connection to long lost friends and far away family members.
There really isn't anything wrong with them wanting to make money. It isn't cheap running and monitoring a site as large as they are, but ultimately it should be our choice. And market they do! Even their own users to one another to which you will later be punished for "shopping" the suggested offerings to boost games and such. They call it spamming. I would like to think of spamming as me walking into their offices with a bazooka filled with those little tin cans of pig snouts and start showing them the difference!! It is no more spamming then buying the postage stamp of the month from the USPS and then getting arrested right afterwards by a clerk and accused of stealing!!
imagine bodies all over the place with proper little dents and blood dripping down from perfectly shaped odd rectangled wounds with key tag imprints on some! I can hear the screams now on the iPhones they push..."she was crazed and just started launching luncheon meat from everywhere!! Jolene's dead...I think...oh my god!! she's right here...looking at me.......>thunk< ppppllleeels helllp me!!!!!"
Aaaahhhh-I can dream can't I? I do still have my first amendment rights and all...
So, I have to copy and paste over and over my list of friends and take screen shots of my gaming sites and items contained therein everyday in the event the Facebook gestapo get word of this and define my first amendments as revocable in the realm of the almighty FB police...so if mobe is a little "off" on any day, just tap her on the shoulder and let her know you care...if she's got a cannon in her hands, grab a loaf of bread to clean up the blood!!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
"We didn't start the fire, it was always burning since the world's been turning..." but you bet your ass I plan to start a few now!...
For one thing, this blows. It isn't politically correct or proper business practice to promise and not deliver. The promise of security is a bucket shot full of fucking holes so listen up nieces and nephews and daughters and sons! Facebook don't give a shit and never has and if you think they have your safety in mind think again! The whole damn thing is run by a college nobody who was pissy because he couldn't get any pissy!! oops I mean pussy! And he hired his friends, and they weren't any more intelligent than he, and made themselves famous and now hire others to do their bidding for them. It is a business and who's interests do you think they are most concerned with?? Here's a hint: rhymes with bears!
I know, I know, it is such a tragedy...like crack cocaine and methamphetamine!! Addicting as hell and rots your brain instead of your teeth! The sad truth is that a lot of us do play games but are on Facebook to have a "right now" real-time connection to long lost friends and far away family members.
There really isn't anything wrong with them wanting to make money. It isn't cheap running and monitoring a site as large as they are, but ultimately it should be our choice. And market they do! Even their own users to one another to which you will later be punished for "shopping" the suggested offerings to boost games and such. They call it spamming. I would like to think of spamming as me walking into their offices with a bazooka filled with those little tin cans of pig snouts and start showing them the difference!! It is no more spamming then buying the postage stamp of the month from the USPS and then getting arrested right afterwards by a clerk and accused of stealing!!
imagine bodies all over the place with proper little dents and blood dripping down from perfectly shaped odd rectangled wounds with key tag imprints on some! I can hear the screams now on the iPhones they push..."she was crazed and just started launching luncheon meat from everywhere!! Jolene's dead...I think...oh my god!! she's right here...looking at me.......>thunk< ppppllleeels helllp me!!!!!"
Aaaahhhh-I can dream can't I? I do still have my first amendment rights and all...
So, I have to copy and paste over and over my list of friends and take screen shots of my gaming sites and items contained therein everyday in the event the Facebook gestapo get word of this and define my first amendments as revocable in the realm of the almighty FB police...so if mobe is a little "off" on any day, just tap her on the shoulder and let her know you care...if she's got a cannon in her hands, grab a loaf of bread to clean up the blood!!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
Monday, October 18, 2010
Fatigue and other remedies
was seen sitting curled up in the corner of her king size bed. Not that she didn't want to throw herself across the whole spanse, but the concept of physically moving her five other bed mates and fixing the blankies and then finding a whole new position of comfort just didn't seem possible at the moment. Sure, she could be the bitch and suck it up and do it anyways. And she could have gotten along fine, too, after she found her "zone" again, but her lazy self and kind-heartedness didn't want to disturb the sleeping furballs spread across the mattress. Let's just say that the "illness" of activity and exercise was foibled once again by the cure: fatigue!
There are so many cures for what ails us these days. I have this illness involving human nature and my own inert tendencies to be quite the opposite. The cure? Well, there are several. It all depends on the depth of the illness and its symptoms. Usually I take, rather give, a huge dose of sarcasm...call it a gift. It has served me well and even if I was laid up and on my stomache with my ass vulnerable to the world and paralyzed from the neck down I would still be an effective PhD willing and waiting for every opportunity to prescribe that to which will fix what ails them!
Today I have to be both doctor and patient as most of my days go. I am cold but wrapped up with kitties and blankets and such and just too damn lazy to make a hot cup of tea or to go turn off the ac! hahaha... However, should one more need arise beyond the comfort of temperature regulation I think the doctor in me will prescribe a stick of dynamite and energy to get some grub, turn off the ac, push the furries off the bed, go pee and make a decent cup of joe...
Bids are opening soon for how long it will take me to actually pull this all off...
....as soon as the bid-taker moves her ass to post them!
~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
There are so many cures for what ails us these days. I have this illness involving human nature and my own inert tendencies to be quite the opposite. The cure? Well, there are several. It all depends on the depth of the illness and its symptoms. Usually I take, rather give, a huge dose of sarcasm...call it a gift. It has served me well and even if I was laid up and on my stomache with my ass vulnerable to the world and paralyzed from the neck down I would still be an effective PhD willing and waiting for every opportunity to prescribe that to which will fix what ails them!
Today I have to be both doctor and patient as most of my days go. I am cold but wrapped up with kitties and blankets and such and just too damn lazy to make a hot cup of tea or to go turn off the ac! hahaha... However, should one more need arise beyond the comfort of temperature regulation I think the doctor in me will prescribe a stick of dynamite and energy to get some grub, turn off the ac, push the furries off the bed, go pee and make a decent cup of joe...
Bids are opening soon for how long it will take me to actually pull this all off...
....as soon as the bid-taker moves her ass to post them!
~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves
Sunday, October 17, 2010
sundays and football widows
...after some time I got sick of taking second fiddle. I tried real hard to fit it and to do what the "hes" always wanted. To give them a fair shake and all, but I got sick eventually, and resented them for their intrusions and selfishness.
How was I to know they thought that climbing a tree stand every fall to pass gas and snore was considered a sport? I climbed trees when I was eight, hell even at fifteen, to get away from my nagging stepmother's cruel treatment. But I don't think I could ever classify that as a sporting adventure. And though there were many woodland and sky creatures spotted, I never once thought it was sporty of me to kill them off just because I could. Don't get me wrong. I am feral and eat meat, all meat, and I know Uncle Ted Nugent wants me to be responsible and accept and participate where my food resources come from... FINE! Then Uncle Teddy should have smacked the shit out of my dad when he made me hold the capon chickens while he whacked them like a "jersey bro!"
I feel for all the football wives out there, really I do (runs off in corner and snickers)...It must be so hard to have your man home and around during commercial breaks to tell you how appreciated you are and to help what little bit they do on this, a holy autumnal right of passage day... sixteen days a year and playoffs and occasional Monday evenings for three hours...how bad is it? It isn't like your man has gone all ape-shit for doe urine and fawn bleats and started climbing trees and disappearing from 2am until well after sundown, citing that it is important to check in on the competition. It's not like he's gone every Saturday and Sunday from September until March, and every Friday during that time frame after work, at his local pub planning his strategy for getting plastered and climbing trees and what yarns they'll tell for their failures.
Fridays you get a willing hubby who will go to the supercenter and shop and such with you and go to dinner with you all after his long day at work because he knows you will be kind and help him get ready for the game. He even offers to do the dishes and mow the yard Saturday and go for a drive. I know this not because I was a football wife, but because I was the wife of a football widower.
All I ask is for 1pm to 11pm on Sunday nights and occasional Monday nights. But no, I have to go out and put on camo and watch him fall through the boughs of a tree, or sit in a go-cart while he rolls a little fucking dimpled ball on grass in a field where there should be homes for the homeless or more schools and parks for our children. Or even better...he takes up the tvs watching other sissies rolling balls around like overgrown dung beetles trying to flex for mating season. I even had one significant other that had to do the car show thingy! What a sport that was. Walking around and saying "oh man!" over and over because you want what little Stevie Brown has, as usual.
So every Saturday I dust and clean and bake and shop and socialize and call and visit and do the family/friend thingy. All in the hopes that when the four clocks in my bedroom click 1pm, I have made enough food for my "football orphan" and I, and that she is smart enough to leave mommy alone with the sexy gorillas in the tights pants. She's a good kid. She used to watch, like I used to try and be a good "sport" with my neglectful others. But she has different tastes now and just accepts and waits her turn for my affection. What if someone dies? you ask...then I'm no messiah and they'll keep 'em in the cooler down at the morgue until Monday...what if someone gets hurt? you ask...call a freeking doctor from the other room-QUIETLY!....what if someone comes over and rings the bell or calls? you ask....hahahaha not on their lives. Not if they value them. And if they don't know the nature of this beast, trust me, they will learn quick....I just love the smell of "Jehovah Witness Fear" on a Sunday morning. Goes great with coffee and crumpets! hahahahaha
It is forty past noon. Sunday. The Patriots play at one. They aren't showing it here. So do "his" Rams. They're not showing that either. But I have a Miami Dolphins @ Green Bay game coming on and three open tabs on the laptop and will watch four of these puppies! At four the pickings suck so my little Lobo won't be orphaned for too long...at least not between 4pm and 8pm anyways...so don't call, I won't answer and don't stop by-if I answer the door, it will be crazed and naked... and don't complain. Why?
...because I might take up a bird watching hobby from Friday night until Sunday night fifty-two weeks a year! Or better yet...call you and bother you when Nascar in on!!! MUWAH-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah-HAH!!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
How was I to know they thought that climbing a tree stand every fall to pass gas and snore was considered a sport? I climbed trees when I was eight, hell even at fifteen, to get away from my nagging stepmother's cruel treatment. But I don't think I could ever classify that as a sporting adventure. And though there were many woodland and sky creatures spotted, I never once thought it was sporty of me to kill them off just because I could. Don't get me wrong. I am feral and eat meat, all meat, and I know Uncle Ted Nugent wants me to be responsible and accept and participate where my food resources come from... FINE! Then Uncle Teddy should have smacked the shit out of my dad when he made me hold the capon chickens while he whacked them like a "jersey bro!"
I feel for all the football wives out there, really I do (runs off in corner and snickers)...It must be so hard to have your man home and around during commercial breaks to tell you how appreciated you are and to help what little bit they do on this, a holy autumnal right of passage day... sixteen days a year and playoffs and occasional Monday evenings for three hours...how bad is it? It isn't like your man has gone all ape-shit for doe urine and fawn bleats and started climbing trees and disappearing from 2am until well after sundown, citing that it is important to check in on the competition. It's not like he's gone every Saturday and Sunday from September until March, and every Friday during that time frame after work, at his local pub planning his strategy for getting plastered and climbing trees and what yarns they'll tell for their failures.
Fridays you get a willing hubby who will go to the supercenter and shop and such with you and go to dinner with you all after his long day at work because he knows you will be kind and help him get ready for the game. He even offers to do the dishes and mow the yard Saturday and go for a drive. I know this not because I was a football wife, but because I was the wife of a football widower.
All I ask is for 1pm to 11pm on Sunday nights and occasional Monday nights. But no, I have to go out and put on camo and watch him fall through the boughs of a tree, or sit in a go-cart while he rolls a little fucking dimpled ball on grass in a field where there should be homes for the homeless or more schools and parks for our children. Or even better...he takes up the tvs watching other sissies rolling balls around like overgrown dung beetles trying to flex for mating season. I even had one significant other that had to do the car show thingy! What a sport that was. Walking around and saying "oh man!" over and over because you want what little Stevie Brown has, as usual.
So every Saturday I dust and clean and bake and shop and socialize and call and visit and do the family/friend thingy. All in the hopes that when the four clocks in my bedroom click 1pm, I have made enough food for my "football orphan" and I, and that she is smart enough to leave mommy alone with the sexy gorillas in the tights pants. She's a good kid. She used to watch, like I used to try and be a good "sport" with my neglectful others. But she has different tastes now and just accepts and waits her turn for my affection. What if someone dies? you ask...then I'm no messiah and they'll keep 'em in the cooler down at the morgue until Monday...what if someone gets hurt? you ask...call a freeking doctor from the other room-QUIETLY!....what if someone comes over and rings the bell or calls? you ask....hahahaha not on their lives. Not if they value them. And if they don't know the nature of this beast, trust me, they will learn quick....I just love the smell of "Jehovah Witness Fear" on a Sunday morning. Goes great with coffee and crumpets! hahahahaha
It is forty past noon. Sunday. The Patriots play at one. They aren't showing it here. So do "his" Rams. They're not showing that either. But I have a Miami Dolphins @ Green Bay game coming on and three open tabs on the laptop and will watch four of these puppies! At four the pickings suck so my little Lobo won't be orphaned for too long...at least not between 4pm and 8pm anyways...so don't call, I won't answer and don't stop by-if I answer the door, it will be crazed and naked... and don't complain. Why?
...because I might take up a bird watching hobby from Friday night until Sunday night fifty-two weeks a year! Or better yet...call you and bother you when Nascar in on!!! MUWAH-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ah-HAH!!~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves!
Friday, October 15, 2010
im having hot flashes!
yes, you heard correctly! Mobe's having hot flashes...not the standing in front of the freezer kind but the white hot searing day dreamy kind that either turn into voracious headaches or a very naughty awake dream! It is embarrassing, to say the least, to suddenly go off into space and when you come to you notice that your walk is changed and your scent and your perspective. Medical science teaches us that the older a woman gets the more randy she's apt to be whereas a man reaches his sexual potential peak by the time hes 25. I'm barreling down on 40 fast and find the older I get the more I am perverted but the prospective masculine mates my own age want to whittle wood and chew tobaccy on their back porch and watch life pass them by!
How could the fates be so cruel!? Why would they set people up for failure this way?? When I was 19 I wanted an older man, not for his money but rather his "prowess" and knowledge he could impart. Now I'm older I know what they do and then some and really have no use for doing his laundry and watching him snore. I feel like a peevy-pervert looking at men half my age but they all are screaming out for what my "store" sells and I am good at pushing the goods. The one hangup being is this childhood programming we all go through that says we have to be good little girls and that it's ok and expected of them to be bad!! Hahahaha...I think I wrecked the car on that! I do cling to the want of a monogamous lifestyle-never cheated; never will...but....
If I had permission! Phew what new significance I could give to the term "supertramp"- hell I could start my own freeking band--of merry happy hookers that is! lol
So today I find myself not in a sedate mood like my masculine peers. Not in a secret and closeted masturbation mood either. I'm in a "who's next" mood and serve him(or her...I'm easy)up naked because I don't want to waste precious time with the wrapping or unwrapping. If he(or she)should show up on their own I hope they don't have flowers but are smart enough to bring some wine and chocolat! I feel very naughty in thought at this time so why not plan ahead for the hopefully near future. Time and a great set of "twins" are all I got...besides these damn hot flashes and this sudden hunger...for meat...red meat!! lol ~mobe's love to you all-just come and give her a naughty squeeze!! <3
How could the fates be so cruel!? Why would they set people up for failure this way?? When I was 19 I wanted an older man, not for his money but rather his "prowess" and knowledge he could impart. Now I'm older I know what they do and then some and really have no use for doing his laundry and watching him snore. I feel like a peevy-pervert looking at men half my age but they all are screaming out for what my "store" sells and I am good at pushing the goods. The one hangup being is this childhood programming we all go through that says we have to be good little girls and that it's ok and expected of them to be bad!! Hahahaha...I think I wrecked the car on that! I do cling to the want of a monogamous lifestyle-never cheated; never will...but....
If I had permission! Phew what new significance I could give to the term "supertramp"- hell I could start my own freeking band--of merry happy hookers that is! lol
So today I find myself not in a sedate mood like my masculine peers. Not in a secret and closeted masturbation mood either. I'm in a "who's next" mood and serve him(or her...I'm easy)up naked because I don't want to waste precious time with the wrapping or unwrapping. If he(or she)should show up on their own I hope they don't have flowers but are smart enough to bring some wine and chocolat! I feel very naughty in thought at this time so why not plan ahead for the hopefully near future. Time and a great set of "twins" are all I got...besides these damn hot flashes and this sudden hunger...for meat...red meat!! lol ~mobe's love to you all-just come and give her a naughty squeeze!! <3
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Murphy's Law - Friend or Foe?
In the evening, when all good children are in bed, there comes a need for certain individuals to require the aide of medical professionals. Such a need arose last evening. Not my own need but my sister's. You see, out of the three siblings I have and the countless other family members and through all the fights and "getting back togethers," we still come through for each other. Don't get me wrong, there are a thousand things I would rather do than to go to the hospital, but without her there'd be no "me" to write and entertain.
Back some over six years ago I took ill. Fast. As stubborn as most of you are, it is nothing compared to my own stupid hard head. I wouldn't go. I couldn't walk because my body was shutting down faster than a Key West boutique with a Cat 5 hurricane barreling down. I am not making light of the situation, it just is what it is. Upon her insistence I finally gave in to admitting something was devastatingly wrong with me as most healthy people aren't hunched over when they walk and suffering as I was. I wasn't in any great pain but my kidneys and other vital and useful organs had shut down and well...to make a long story short...I was dying. (cue violins and old lady weeping in the backdrop)
My appendix had burst. Was burst for several days and by estimate of the ER doctors looked like it had been for more than four days. Unheard of?!? I have a high threshold for pain so when it did gave way I assumed it was just another of those things and anomalous phantom pains that one can overlook. And I did, until the poisons had attacked almost every organ in my body and weakened me to the point of not being able to walk. They said it had infiltrated my spine and my liver and by that point and I had seconds....not minutes, to live. My baby sister took me to the hospital and when we got there I became a priority to strangers. But I wasn't hurting! lol...I won't trouble you with the ins and outs but let's just say I have a special place in my heart for the not-so-wonderful staff at that medical center. I was refused treatment by the emergency doctor because he had a pebble in his craw about overweight peoples. Add to that fact that I don't share the same religious preferences as he, they needed a chaplain on hand for me so you know this ship was going down fast, and the whole time there I sat on a gurney in my skivvies with a doctor who got into an argument with my kid sister and my boyfriend "du jour" at that time and his own staff. The word animal was thrown about as well as the phrase "take her to the veterinarian or a horse doctor as they have equipment to handle a person her size."
I don't know who decided what but within minutes I was put under and by whose authority I still don't know, but the last thing I heard before passing out was my sister vowing to bring him up on charges and then all was black. I'll never forget that ordeal nor that doctor's name as long as I live. I'll never forget how close I was to death all over a ruptured appendix or how being super strong and not feeling pain like the rest of the sheep doesn't necessarily make you a smart cookie.
So I get the phone call in the afternoon. She was fussing with her kids and pissed she burned herself and was hurting from a fall she had took and all seemed well in her cozy little chaotic world. Nothing out of the ordinary. So I thought. Just settling in for the night with my own daughter and watching tv while she ate dinner-we don't always eat together and this particular day she wanted her leftovers from her dinner date with her father-so it meant I was fending for myself. I was just about to get up to make steak and eggs when the phone rang, and it was "her."
Jamie was frantic and talking about the fall earlier and how the pain wasn't going away and the meds she already took, she's a veteran-I'm a hippie, and how she hated to ask but needed a ride to the hospital. The words "I bounced" made me chuckle and for a brief instance I thought this was a joke on her part like "haha-gotcha!" 'Twere no joke. I didn't eat or make my wonderfully planned dinner for one, I just got dressed and got Lobo together and grabbed a sudoku book and headed to her house. Her kids were at church school for a couple of hours and as she got into my car I knew this was going to be no picnic. Instead of picking up my sister to repay the favor she once did for me, I found myself sitting next to a gruesome "combobulation" of what the offspring of my father's mother and my own hateful mother would be. Before I even pulled out of the drive way she was ordering and complaining and assessing the inevitable and incompetence of the soon to be medical staff that will help her.
My car was uncomfortable, I'll grant her that as most people's cars are uncomfortable to everyone but them selves. Didn't want to go to the hospital because she knew they wouldn't do shit for her and has no intentions of filling any pain prescriptions because the VA would have a shit fit and the kids were all shits that day and her future hubby was at work and all this just toppled in on me. I sat patiently and listened sure that his ears and their kids ears and even the Dr's could sense their impending doom, as if she is miserable so shall we all be! Murphy and I have become friends so on this occasion I called upon him in my time of need to make me smile. He silently whispers "anything that can go wrong will and if you're within 100 miles of it it will most assuredly have the absolute worst possible devastating affect on you-have fun!"
I don't know who Murphy is....none of us do but I like to think of him as a 20th century Pan. He likes to discomfort us and catch us off our guard but I wasn't giving in today! I sat and smiled and whispered my okays back and kept driving all the while the monster next to me, that remotely resembled my lovely sister grimacing, spewed its evil predictions. I didn't get flustered nor did I feed the monster, I just got there and pulled to the curb and went to park and smoke a cigarette. I called my boyfriend to find he was ill too and an old friend called to tell me he was sick and 2 of his three were getting over it but his oldest was just getting her fair share. I didn't flinch. I listened to Guns n Roses and watched the doctors coming on duty and then got out of the car with my own 'let's do this' attitude.
She was in triage when I got in there and I couldn't help but think to myself that when I am sick the whole universe, at least my perspective of it, is fine and well, and that when I am well, like today, everyone else is screwed-blued-and-tattooed on the order of things. Am I that important of a cog in this shit or what?!?
Well, after it all was over, torn ligaments no broken bones and such, and promises were made to dog-sit her prego puppy while she goes to the VA for follow-up and a scheduled eye thingy and what not, I came home with the idea of getting sleep as I knew I would be dayside and that was ok. She called. Something about blisters over her extremities and is it ok to be itching and rashing and what not and I knew she was having a reaction to the meds they did give her, the shot. I offered to take her back to the emergency room and she declined still in a foul mood. Old friend called upon me again for advice and another long lost friend popped up on my computer for a bit then all hell crashed, cable and internet. Spent most the night screwing with it and gave up just after my little one got up to go to school. I was supposed to receive two phone calls and as Murphy would have it, they didn't call. No one woke up the chauffeur/doggy sitter. I awoke at my usual noonish hour in a panic and no one was answering their phones. Guilt set in for the few hours sleep I had gotten while my sister was turning into the blister blob from outer space and my boyfriend was suffering the migraine form Satan and everyone else's problems were going on. I hate guilt, "damn you Murphy!"
It took me two and half hours to debug computer and reboot and then got a hold of her hubby to find she cancelled her appointments, wise choice, and she was sleeping. Boyfriend survived without me and slept like a babe missing his first 4 hrs of work and I had gotten up before everyone else and I'm the nightside of things. Nothing like a good shake of the snowglobe to get the blood pumping in the evening...
Now I am sitting wondering how dare some strange person think they can wreck my life and just quietly go off to their next victim. How dare Murphy to abandon the dance we started. So...I am taking up arms and a crossbow and some wooden stakes and a few golden, silver just won't do in this instance, bullets and heading out for a man(or woman)hunt-who wants to join me?~mobe's love to you all and hope your day is exceptionally wonderful and if not come on over and we'll plan our strategy at Starbuck's...
Back some over six years ago I took ill. Fast. As stubborn as most of you are, it is nothing compared to my own stupid hard head. I wouldn't go. I couldn't walk because my body was shutting down faster than a Key West boutique with a Cat 5 hurricane barreling down. I am not making light of the situation, it just is what it is. Upon her insistence I finally gave in to admitting something was devastatingly wrong with me as most healthy people aren't hunched over when they walk and suffering as I was. I wasn't in any great pain but my kidneys and other vital and useful organs had shut down and well...to make a long story short...I was dying. (cue violins and old lady weeping in the backdrop)
My appendix had burst. Was burst for several days and by estimate of the ER doctors looked like it had been for more than four days. Unheard of?!? I have a high threshold for pain so when it did gave way I assumed it was just another of those things and anomalous phantom pains that one can overlook. And I did, until the poisons had attacked almost every organ in my body and weakened me to the point of not being able to walk. They said it had infiltrated my spine and my liver and by that point and I had seconds....not minutes, to live. My baby sister took me to the hospital and when we got there I became a priority to strangers. But I wasn't hurting! lol...I won't trouble you with the ins and outs but let's just say I have a special place in my heart for the not-so-wonderful staff at that medical center. I was refused treatment by the emergency doctor because he had a pebble in his craw about overweight peoples. Add to that fact that I don't share the same religious preferences as he, they needed a chaplain on hand for me so you know this ship was going down fast, and the whole time there I sat on a gurney in my skivvies with a doctor who got into an argument with my kid sister and my boyfriend "du jour" at that time and his own staff. The word animal was thrown about as well as the phrase "take her to the veterinarian or a horse doctor as they have equipment to handle a person her size."
I don't know who decided what but within minutes I was put under and by whose authority I still don't know, but the last thing I heard before passing out was my sister vowing to bring him up on charges and then all was black. I'll never forget that ordeal nor that doctor's name as long as I live. I'll never forget how close I was to death all over a ruptured appendix or how being super strong and not feeling pain like the rest of the sheep doesn't necessarily make you a smart cookie.
So I get the phone call in the afternoon. She was fussing with her kids and pissed she burned herself and was hurting from a fall she had took and all seemed well in her cozy little chaotic world. Nothing out of the ordinary. So I thought. Just settling in for the night with my own daughter and watching tv while she ate dinner-we don't always eat together and this particular day she wanted her leftovers from her dinner date with her father-so it meant I was fending for myself. I was just about to get up to make steak and eggs when the phone rang, and it was "her."
Jamie was frantic and talking about the fall earlier and how the pain wasn't going away and the meds she already took, she's a veteran-I'm a hippie, and how she hated to ask but needed a ride to the hospital. The words "I bounced" made me chuckle and for a brief instance I thought this was a joke on her part like "haha-gotcha!" 'Twere no joke. I didn't eat or make my wonderfully planned dinner for one, I just got dressed and got Lobo together and grabbed a sudoku book and headed to her house. Her kids were at church school for a couple of hours and as she got into my car I knew this was going to be no picnic. Instead of picking up my sister to repay the favor she once did for me, I found myself sitting next to a gruesome "combobulation" of what the offspring of my father's mother and my own hateful mother would be. Before I even pulled out of the drive way she was ordering and complaining and assessing the inevitable and incompetence of the soon to be medical staff that will help her.
My car was uncomfortable, I'll grant her that as most people's cars are uncomfortable to everyone but them selves. Didn't want to go to the hospital because she knew they wouldn't do shit for her and has no intentions of filling any pain prescriptions because the VA would have a shit fit and the kids were all shits that day and her future hubby was at work and all this just toppled in on me. I sat patiently and listened sure that his ears and their kids ears and even the Dr's could sense their impending doom, as if she is miserable so shall we all be! Murphy and I have become friends so on this occasion I called upon him in my time of need to make me smile. He silently whispers "anything that can go wrong will and if you're within 100 miles of it it will most assuredly have the absolute worst possible devastating affect on you-have fun!"
I don't know who Murphy is....none of us do but I like to think of him as a 20th century Pan. He likes to discomfort us and catch us off our guard but I wasn't giving in today! I sat and smiled and whispered my okays back and kept driving all the while the monster next to me, that remotely resembled my lovely sister grimacing, spewed its evil predictions. I didn't get flustered nor did I feed the monster, I just got there and pulled to the curb and went to park and smoke a cigarette. I called my boyfriend to find he was ill too and an old friend called to tell me he was sick and 2 of his three were getting over it but his oldest was just getting her fair share. I didn't flinch. I listened to Guns n Roses and watched the doctors coming on duty and then got out of the car with my own 'let's do this' attitude.
She was in triage when I got in there and I couldn't help but think to myself that when I am sick the whole universe, at least my perspective of it, is fine and well, and that when I am well, like today, everyone else is screwed-blued-and-tattooed on the order of things. Am I that important of a cog in this shit or what?!?
Well, after it all was over, torn ligaments no broken bones and such, and promises were made to dog-sit her prego puppy while she goes to the VA for follow-up and a scheduled eye thingy and what not, I came home with the idea of getting sleep as I knew I would be dayside and that was ok. She called. Something about blisters over her extremities and is it ok to be itching and rashing and what not and I knew she was having a reaction to the meds they did give her, the shot. I offered to take her back to the emergency room and she declined still in a foul mood. Old friend called upon me again for advice and another long lost friend popped up on my computer for a bit then all hell crashed, cable and internet. Spent most the night screwing with it and gave up just after my little one got up to go to school. I was supposed to receive two phone calls and as Murphy would have it, they didn't call. No one woke up the chauffeur/doggy sitter. I awoke at my usual noonish hour in a panic and no one was answering their phones. Guilt set in for the few hours sleep I had gotten while my sister was turning into the blister blob from outer space and my boyfriend was suffering the migraine form Satan and everyone else's problems were going on. I hate guilt, "damn you Murphy!"
It took me two and half hours to debug computer and reboot and then got a hold of her hubby to find she cancelled her appointments, wise choice, and she was sleeping. Boyfriend survived without me and slept like a babe missing his first 4 hrs of work and I had gotten up before everyone else and I'm the nightside of things. Nothing like a good shake of the snowglobe to get the blood pumping in the evening...
Now I am sitting wondering how dare some strange person think they can wreck my life and just quietly go off to their next victim. How dare Murphy to abandon the dance we started. So...I am taking up arms and a crossbow and some wooden stakes and a few golden, silver just won't do in this instance, bullets and heading out for a man(or woman)hunt-who wants to join me?~mobe's love to you all and hope your day is exceptionally wonderful and if not come on over and we'll plan our strategy at Starbuck's...
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
chilean rescue...a job well done!
it would be irresponsible and remiss of me to not mention my thoughts and feelings on what has been going on with our Latin brothers and sisters. I make no apologies for what I am about to say but hear me out.
I find it wonderful and very poetic in the rescue of these fine men. Why would anyone need an apology for that? Give it a momo and you'll understand...It is a testament to the will and love of brothers and sisters and a nation to come to call and provide the necessary aide to the trapped men and the families that miss them so. Never have I seen an exemplary instance of such love and togetherness and, most of all, civil duty.
I wasn't completely sure of my feelings when it all collapsed in on them, but as I watched along with the rest of the world I saw human nature at it best. There are many times I find that I couldn't say such a thing with a straight face as most anyone who knows me knows I hate all peoples equally and find the human race a disgrace and forlorn for the bad taste it leaves in my mouth daily. But today I was proud to be clumped in with them(even if I'm not really quite human by medical standards-more on that later)and even more proud that I can say to them "God bless you" in their own native tongue! I refrained from my opinions early on because some were quick to pity and judge and bet on the resolve of such, what we would consider a third world country, second class citizens.
I have friends that are fine examples of human and even some that are ignorant and prejudiced and even they have been flabbergasted by the whole ordeal. I wonder deep down inside if they that think ill of these people really understand the enormity of what they have achieved as a people and a nation?
My own country cannot do what they did for all the bureaucratic tape and the getting of one authority to "sign off" on the paperwork to get the job done...Look at what happened in the Gulf of Mexico this last spring.While we were busy blaming the English for their part in this NO ONE dared mum a word about a little well-known corporation called Halliburton that owned a good part of BP...gives one food for thought doesn't it? We destroyed our own watershed here and spent so much time blaming and naming that we also destroyed lives and families and the economy and consider ourselves better than our peers, other countries. Not today we weren't! Chile shined through, they didn't sit at a board meeting and wonder who was to blame while these men suffered and their families along with them. They didn't prevent the moms and sisters and brothers and children and and wives from staying there and providing support when necessary to get the job done. They got dirty. They dug and they planned and they sent food and morale down to their men, their civilians, their people. Even their president came out with family in tow to lend a hand and moral support and the men that came up were happy and knew what they had. They had a family larger than any American ever could.
It makes me sad and filled with disgust for the peoples that are my neighbors and the men and women I trust to run this country, but gives me hope that there are a peoples out there that still care. We still have men and women struggling to get their lives back in order after their ordeal here in the coastal waters of the Gulf. I would be proud to cook and clean for those people and to break bread at any table or stoop with them.
The men and women will go to sleep this evening with happy hearts and contentment and ease of mind as they should. They should be proud of the example they have set for the rest of the world to live by and hold their heads proud that they are one nation, one family and all together again. Children have dads to play ball with and women have husbands to comfort them and parents have sons to care for them when it is their time of need and a nation will go on. Here we have people who are told no and sent away and sleeping in the streets while people walk over them and spit on them and fight over who has a right to be here or not. We are intolerant of immigrants when right now there isn't one person who is legally and properly a rightful owner of this land that was stolen from its peoples. A pity we can't pull together and love our brothers and sisters and empathize with their personal reasons and choices for being here. We are all immigrants or children and offspring of. I have friends that are first generation immigrants and friends that are legal aliens and friends that are illegal too(don't ask - I won't tell)and even I myself have no rights here being who I am genetically.
My illegal friends feel bad for us Americans because they have been treated better by our system than it treats its own. They love the freedoms they have and the jobs they work that are too beneath us "true" Americans to do. They work their asses off the way they were taught by their parents in the born countries and homes they come from, the third world nations. Most of them have far superior educations to that of our own children and cherish every moment like it was the last because they know what it is to go hungry and to go without clothes or a bed or food. Today every Latin American citizen is a king. Proud. Today I am proud of my friends and cousins and their families. I am a French/Native American/Carpathian born American citizen but I am also Latin and I am proud. Congrats to the Chilean men and women and "Que Dios los bendiga y te guarde!"~mobe's love to you all no matter who you are and where you lay your head this night...may the gods bless us all
I find it wonderful and very poetic in the rescue of these fine men. Why would anyone need an apology for that? Give it a momo and you'll understand...It is a testament to the will and love of brothers and sisters and a nation to come to call and provide the necessary aide to the trapped men and the families that miss them so. Never have I seen an exemplary instance of such love and togetherness and, most of all, civil duty.
I wasn't completely sure of my feelings when it all collapsed in on them, but as I watched along with the rest of the world I saw human nature at it best. There are many times I find that I couldn't say such a thing with a straight face as most anyone who knows me knows I hate all peoples equally and find the human race a disgrace and forlorn for the bad taste it leaves in my mouth daily. But today I was proud to be clumped in with them(even if I'm not really quite human by medical standards-more on that later)and even more proud that I can say to them "God bless you" in their own native tongue! I refrained from my opinions early on because some were quick to pity and judge and bet on the resolve of such, what we would consider a third world country, second class citizens.
I have friends that are fine examples of human and even some that are ignorant and prejudiced and even they have been flabbergasted by the whole ordeal. I wonder deep down inside if they that think ill of these people really understand the enormity of what they have achieved as a people and a nation?
My own country cannot do what they did for all the bureaucratic tape and the getting of one authority to "sign off" on the paperwork to get the job done...Look at what happened in the Gulf of Mexico this last spring.While we were busy blaming the English for their part in this NO ONE dared mum a word about a little well-known corporation called Halliburton that owned a good part of BP...gives one food for thought doesn't it? We destroyed our own watershed here and spent so much time blaming and naming that we also destroyed lives and families and the economy and consider ourselves better than our peers, other countries. Not today we weren't! Chile shined through, they didn't sit at a board meeting and wonder who was to blame while these men suffered and their families along with them. They didn't prevent the moms and sisters and brothers and children and and wives from staying there and providing support when necessary to get the job done. They got dirty. They dug and they planned and they sent food and morale down to their men, their civilians, their people. Even their president came out with family in tow to lend a hand and moral support and the men that came up were happy and knew what they had. They had a family larger than any American ever could.
It makes me sad and filled with disgust for the peoples that are my neighbors and the men and women I trust to run this country, but gives me hope that there are a peoples out there that still care. We still have men and women struggling to get their lives back in order after their ordeal here in the coastal waters of the Gulf. I would be proud to cook and clean for those people and to break bread at any table or stoop with them.
The men and women will go to sleep this evening with happy hearts and contentment and ease of mind as they should. They should be proud of the example they have set for the rest of the world to live by and hold their heads proud that they are one nation, one family and all together again. Children have dads to play ball with and women have husbands to comfort them and parents have sons to care for them when it is their time of need and a nation will go on. Here we have people who are told no and sent away and sleeping in the streets while people walk over them and spit on them and fight over who has a right to be here or not. We are intolerant of immigrants when right now there isn't one person who is legally and properly a rightful owner of this land that was stolen from its peoples. A pity we can't pull together and love our brothers and sisters and empathize with their personal reasons and choices for being here. We are all immigrants or children and offspring of. I have friends that are first generation immigrants and friends that are legal aliens and friends that are illegal too(don't ask - I won't tell)and even I myself have no rights here being who I am genetically.
My illegal friends feel bad for us Americans because they have been treated better by our system than it treats its own. They love the freedoms they have and the jobs they work that are too beneath us "true" Americans to do. They work their asses off the way they were taught by their parents in the born countries and homes they come from, the third world nations. Most of them have far superior educations to that of our own children and cherish every moment like it was the last because they know what it is to go hungry and to go without clothes or a bed or food. Today every Latin American citizen is a king. Proud. Today I am proud of my friends and cousins and their families. I am a French/Native American/Carpathian born American citizen but I am also Latin and I am proud. Congrats to the Chilean men and women and "Que Dios los bendiga y te guarde!"~mobe's love to you all no matter who you are and where you lay your head this night...may the gods bless us all
Day two...
clocks all around me keep ticking and telling me of mortality and doom. No, really, they are letting me know how wasteful I have gotten and of the moments that have slipped by and the things I do to struggle to keep a firm hold on the now. Another day another doctor visit, another meal, shower and duties. I am looking forward to the moment my emo teenager gets home and drops her emotional stuff by my bedroom door with that pouty look of a four-year old and stomps her feet when I fail to notice. She will dawdle like no other child I can recollect. I had more energy when I was her age and pretty much at my worst still have more energy. I was emotional too but never like her and she is a happy and healthy brat.
Do they know what time they kill and is there a penance somewhere that must be paid? I hope so and I hope she makes good with the time she has too. I worked hard to have her and keep her and keep her safe. So times is here and she'll be home from school before I know it and wanting to be fed like a squawking baby bird and want to know where we have to go despite telling her thirty times already(more wasted ticks on the wind-up baby ben of life)...it's funny how she can memorize the profane lyrics to the newest songs out there in one earshot of hearing them but fails to remember repeated commands and rules and such! Kids!
I have 40minutes to go to "showtime" and mom-mode so I will close with this thought,
she needs me and I am there, she loves me but I don't care
I'm her teacher, nurse, and guide
though she fears me sometimes and hides
I will always have her back as her mom I make no slack
her best friends will come and go and her family I hope will grow and I love her clearly so
Do they know what time they kill and is there a penance somewhere that must be paid? I hope so and I hope she makes good with the time she has too. I worked hard to have her and keep her and keep her safe. So times is here and she'll be home from school before I know it and wanting to be fed like a squawking baby bird and want to know where we have to go despite telling her thirty times already(more wasted ticks on the wind-up baby ben of life)...it's funny how she can memorize the profane lyrics to the newest songs out there in one earshot of hearing them but fails to remember repeated commands and rules and such! Kids!
I have 40minutes to go to "showtime" and mom-mode so I will close with this thought,
she needs me and I am there, she loves me but I don't care
I'm her teacher, nurse, and guide
though she fears me sometimes and hides
I will always have her back as her mom I make no slack
her best friends will come and go and her family I hope will grow and I love her clearly so
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
homegrown scientific study
sitting in the dark and sleeping on it for awhile it comes to mind that some of the greatest inventions were the ones that stemmed from pure ingeniousness just forcing itself to the surface.
Twenty plus years passed without a cause. I bled into society like ink on crisp new copy paper. We have raised children with such attitudes and self righteousness as to think they are gods. It's nothing new but it is getting old and taxing on my nerves the older I get. I have spent the bulk of my adulthood being the accidental and unwilling but chosen litmus test to that fact. Not to evoke visions of grandeur as we all know how much I love myself and if not it's been said here and everywhere else, but I feel like I am the physical equivalence of that test to the world and its rampaging population of idiots in the medical fields. By now most everyone near and dear to me have heard first hand the truths about my health. Not all have believed in those truths but that is their own ignorance to recover from as time is short.
I have been searching for answers and in that quest have come to realize there is a reason they call it a practice. People have stopped listening to themselves for some time now and blindly been led like sheep to the slaughter for scientific research and experimentation. Even I have done the same but not so often now as back when I was in my 20's and feared most all authoritative figures. It was brought to my attention that my careening poor health that was on a fast decline seemed too "fantastic" for rational conjecture. Made me think and rack my brain time and again as I intended to agree with this person, though I refused to admit it aloud. There were just too many things wrong with me and everything was giving out like some old piece of equipment that just couldn't be fixed. It stuck in my head that phrase...."what if it isn't twenty or thirty or a hundred things wrong with you but rather one or two that manifests as much more....?"<mind you that isn't verbatim>
Who'd a thought?!? what if it isn't "wrong" with me but rather what is right with me and that I merely wasn't designed to live like the rest of the sheep?? hmmmm...think on it and get back with me or better yet-I'm gonna sleep on it myself and get back with you~mobe's love to ya
Twenty plus years passed without a cause. I bled into society like ink on crisp new copy paper. We have raised children with such attitudes and self righteousness as to think they are gods. It's nothing new but it is getting old and taxing on my nerves the older I get. I have spent the bulk of my adulthood being the accidental and unwilling but chosen litmus test to that fact. Not to evoke visions of grandeur as we all know how much I love myself and if not it's been said here and everywhere else, but I feel like I am the physical equivalence of that test to the world and its rampaging population of idiots in the medical fields. By now most everyone near and dear to me have heard first hand the truths about my health. Not all have believed in those truths but that is their own ignorance to recover from as time is short.
I have been searching for answers and in that quest have come to realize there is a reason they call it a practice. People have stopped listening to themselves for some time now and blindly been led like sheep to the slaughter for scientific research and experimentation. Even I have done the same but not so often now as back when I was in my 20's and feared most all authoritative figures. It was brought to my attention that my careening poor health that was on a fast decline seemed too "fantastic" for rational conjecture. Made me think and rack my brain time and again as I intended to agree with this person, though I refused to admit it aloud. There were just too many things wrong with me and everything was giving out like some old piece of equipment that just couldn't be fixed. It stuck in my head that phrase...."what if it isn't twenty or thirty or a hundred things wrong with you but rather one or two that manifests as much more....?"<mind you that isn't verbatim>
Who'd a thought?!? what if it isn't "wrong" with me but rather what is right with me and that I merely wasn't designed to live like the rest of the sheep?? hmmmm...think on it and get back with me or better yet-I'm gonna sleep on it myself and get back with you~mobe's love to ya
day one part two
...so, now I'm here and it occurs to me that this is real. I want you all to laugh and cry and love and smile and feel whatever you got to do to get through your days. Mine are spent healing and picking and healing, and today was a good one. There really isn't a moment that I haven't thought of something smart or "snarky" to say and whether good or bad there will always be plenty.
For those that know and those that don't I am not a pessimist but rather a realist and one untrusting(when it comes to humans)bitch. I do not make friends easily and that suits me as the ones I got are gold. We don't get the opportunity in this consciousness to choose family but we sure in hell can choose who our friends are and these that are mine were hand picked. They accept my dark side as I have no other to offer-we'll get into that later-and they love me not in spite of, but because of it!
I won't bore you with too much for now. I am a self educated high school graduate with a magna cum laude in the stupidity and inconsistencies of humanity. No one is safe and no one is spared. All peoples are to blame for the way the world has evolved and maybe that is the reason for my existence...I am a link in evolution and me and mine have sat and watched for far too long, so I am standing up to whatever cause will have me. Each day will be something new and I am sure to put my own sinister spin or melancholy view on it but I assure you it will never get boring...
some where, right now, is a little girl clinging tightly to a kitten waiting for her father to show. She hasn't seen him in over three months and misses him. She knows and accepts him unconditionally, but she isn't blind to what a shit he can be and she waits. He can spare a dinner date for sure. It won't be a long visit either and lord knows his heart really isn't into it as he will argue that time is money and obviously his offspring is not. I feel for that child and all others waiting for their mommies and daddies to come home or come to visit or notice they exist. I don't tell my own enough that I love her and I have her close to me right now, holding a kitten, waiting...Love them, kiss them, never put them last...I am not her best friend but I am her champion and I defend her to the end...now I must go for the time being-she needs me to make her smile~mobe's love to ya
For those that know and those that don't I am not a pessimist but rather a realist and one untrusting(when it comes to humans)bitch. I do not make friends easily and that suits me as the ones I got are gold. We don't get the opportunity in this consciousness to choose family but we sure in hell can choose who our friends are and these that are mine were hand picked. They accept my dark side as I have no other to offer-we'll get into that later-and they love me not in spite of, but because of it!
I won't bore you with too much for now. I am a self educated high school graduate with a magna cum laude in the stupidity and inconsistencies of humanity. No one is safe and no one is spared. All peoples are to blame for the way the world has evolved and maybe that is the reason for my existence...I am a link in evolution and me and mine have sat and watched for far too long, so I am standing up to whatever cause will have me. Each day will be something new and I am sure to put my own sinister spin or melancholy view on it but I assure you it will never get boring...
some where, right now, is a little girl clinging tightly to a kitten waiting for her father to show. She hasn't seen him in over three months and misses him. She knows and accepts him unconditionally, but she isn't blind to what a shit he can be and she waits. He can spare a dinner date for sure. It won't be a long visit either and lord knows his heart really isn't into it as he will argue that time is money and obviously his offspring is not. I feel for that child and all others waiting for their mommies and daddies to come home or come to visit or notice they exist. I don't tell my own enough that I love her and I have her close to me right now, holding a kitten, waiting...Love them, kiss them, never put them last...I am not her best friend but I am her champion and I defend her to the end...now I must go for the time being-she needs me to make her smile~mobe's love to ya
Day one of disdain
Welcome to Mobe's universe. Today's menu comprises all that is bleak and unusual in everyday transgressions between individuals. This is new to me so bear with and I will not sharpen the fangs for the kill too soon as I will bear with you!
Today is a dealing with the ex day. Not any different than any other day other than the fact that I would rather have my vagina chewed off by rabid werewolves suffering from trichinosis and rabies. Don't get me wrong, I loved him-once-and adore my "mini-me" more than air but there are some things that just foul up the days beautiful darkness and make me want to hurl myself into the sun with such speed and force that I knock it off kilter and send it tumbling to the earth so that other's will know my pain...hahaha don't worry pets, I ain't that big-but I am that mean!!
This is a nod to all the women and men out there forced to raise their "pups" alone but at the watchful eye of the exes and their warped sense of reality as to what is up and coming in this world as they go about their chipper little moments and leave a wake of mass destruction that no president can conceive! Hats of to ya boys and girls and to the next generation of children, in the hopes that they choose better than we had, love always...mobe
Today is a dealing with the ex day. Not any different than any other day other than the fact that I would rather have my vagina chewed off by rabid werewolves suffering from trichinosis and rabies. Don't get me wrong, I loved him-once-and adore my "mini-me" more than air but there are some things that just foul up the days beautiful darkness and make me want to hurl myself into the sun with such speed and force that I knock it off kilter and send it tumbling to the earth so that other's will know my pain...hahaha don't worry pets, I ain't that big-but I am that mean!!
This is a nod to all the women and men out there forced to raise their "pups" alone but at the watchful eye of the exes and their warped sense of reality as to what is up and coming in this world as they go about their chipper little moments and leave a wake of mass destruction that no president can conceive! Hats of to ya boys and girls and to the next generation of children, in the hopes that they choose better than we had, love always...mobe
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