Sunday, May 30, 2010

beware appealing looking miniature cupcakes!

My mom knocks on the door with a gift of a mini-cupcake that she has picked up at some wedding reception, somewhere. It has vanilla frosting on the top and some sort of light-colored cake (i don't like chocolate cake for some odd reason, even though i love chocolate~but vanilla is my favorite.) I set aside the cupcake to enjoy sometime when i really want it.

A few days go by with my mouth watering but still not enough. I finally decide it is time to eat the delight and i take a bite when something awful tasting explodes in my mouth. For some reason i take another bite and the same thing happens. I call the mother to ask what nasty poison she has fed me. It was a "cute" little bath bomb disguised as a cupcake (there was no note or tag to identify it as such, although my mom insisted there was.) The creator of said "cupcakes" had laughed that her children been fooled into thinking they were edible.

I do not think it is a laughing matter.

goodbye to you (or should that be I?)

So i watched her for a while and then i was SO over it (and i must admit i'll watch ANTM occasionally (mostly on Oxygen. Speaking of which, just caught the "petite", most of the models were 5'7", season and couldn't help that notice that all of them wore flats during judging, when in other seasons they have been told they must learn to walk in heels~did the producers tell them to do that so that they would look even shorter? Or do all of us shorties just detest heels?) I think my favorite contestant ever was Alison, broken-doll, Harvard (or as her internet fans/discoverer know her, Creepy Chan.) Besides the strange fascination of it all, there is the fact that Nigel is so gorgeous (i've also always found it more than a bit hypocritical that she makes her contestants do all sorts of things like pose with animals and in the nude that she had barred from her own contracts.)
When i did watch The Tyra Show i was always so annoyed that she would ask her guest a question and then interrupt them before they got to the answer (and it always seemed to be with someone that i REALLY wanted to hear the answer (tho i'm sure she did it other times, i just didn't care to notice.)
Her ego always shone through...

and supposedly she fired Paulina because Paulina's ego was too big, how could her ego be bigger than Tyra's? I like Paulina (even if i have no idea what she's really like~she's blunt and honest AND she's married to Ric Ocasek {gotta love the Cars! [and i do!]})
I'm not sure if i'll miss her or not (i'm thinking not, as i haven't seen her for quite some time...)
Just another bunch of YoSafBridg thoughts you probably have no interest in!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

a trip to the vet...

We were off to our vet appointment today (well three of us were off, since Dixie seems to have learned that precognitive skill of sensing beforehand that the vet trip is eminent.) Even though i was able to lure Demetra and Katushka into the bathroom with cat treats and then close the door only to insert them into cat carriers, Dixie was having none of it (nor the promise of food) and hid in the basement. The search for her was futile. So i trundled off the two others to the appointment meant for three. The beasties needed their annual exams and to have their talon-like claws clipped (they will not let me near their paws--amazing how an animal 5%-10% of your body weight can really hold their own against you.) I threaten them with declawing every now and then but i never would as i am morally opposed to it (besides the fact that i refuse to put the 16 year old Dixie under anaesthesia unless absolutely necessary.) I have bought those soft paws things (rubber caps that slip over the claw itself and fall off after six to eight weeks) but not only do you have to trim their claws before you can apply them but you also need them to hold still while you glue them on (what's the point?) I've had groomers tell me that vets can do it for you, and of course the vets tell me that groomers do. Does anyone know anything about the effectiveness of EmeryCat? I'm actually more concerned about my own safety rather than my furniture (although Katushka claws at my kitchen bench incessantly). Dixie claws at the carpet and runs over me with her claws, Katushka also runs over me, and she has a bit of a kneading problem. Demetra has a major kneading problem because she was weaned too early (but she always using her scratching post.)

As if you cared for any of the above detour, back to my story: I asked Herr Doctor if Demetra has gained weight just because her sides seem to be buldging a teensy bit (can i stress teensy?) I probably wouldn't have even noticed if Demetra had not been a short-haired cat, unlike her sisters (Katushka once lost 25% of her weight without my note until the vet weighed her.) So Herr Doctor tells me that she has gained a little and then proceeds to tell me that she needs to go on a diet (a little difficult with three cats who don't care whose food they eat), that i need to brush her back better because she probably can't reach around to groom herself (little does he know i rarely brush any of them), and that she has possibly lost the fur underneath her chin due to her neck size increasing rather than some kind of reaction to her collar. I wonder if he would have even come up with this theory if i hadn't brought it up (she had hissed at the vet tech, something she never does~maybe she was unhappy with being called fat) it's not like the animal is obese, just a little pudgy.
Cats all bundled up and in the car i make a quick visit to the liquor store next to the vet (it was a five minute trip and cool and cloudy outside.) Had a major attack of vertigo while in the liquor store, shaking, swaying, waving vision (and i'm sure as i stumbled out of the liquor store a few assumptions were made.) My mother claims it was the act of being in the liquor store~maybe it was bad Karma for leaving the kids in the car~in actuality i believe it was just a relapse.)
Got into the car and had a lens fall out of my glasses (which rendered me completely unable to see.) Called mom to let her know she might need to come pick us up. So, with shaking hands, after about ten minutes got the lens back in. Drove like a little old lady until i got about a block away from my house where i ran out of gas. Had to call mom to rescue us, and then carry the animals in once i got home I'm sure they were wondering what the hell was going on when their trip home was much longer and confusing than it usually is. Needless to say the trip home from the vet was not the most enjoyable adventure...

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

wildest places

in no particular order (except my own...)
  • fifth floor balcony, student services building
  • car in mom's driveway (Wade and the gearshift)
  • car in mom's driveway (Brooke)
  • tent with First Love's mom knocking on the canvas
  • tent with four other people sleeping, unaware, no indication beforehand, no speaking, no further awknowledgement
  • in my bed but with the random poker guy who stopped by looking for "Bud"
  • men's bathroom at Twelve Oaks (with White Magic)
  • men's bathroom at The Deerhunter (with the gay bartender)
  • women's bathroom at The Pie (with that mohawk guy)
  • in the drug deal room (Black Magic)
  • balcony at Plastique
  • boat that we had broken into on the Great Salt Lake
  • apartment hallway because we were locked out
  • underneath upstairs pool table at The Zepher
  • driving and parked on 6th South and 3rd east (and in the Avenues)
  • on the picnic table outside the youth hostel
  • Mark's bathroom (John)
  • It'sComplicatedLoveYouInMyOwnWayRelationship's bathroom (with his best friend)
  • John's Dad's Bar's bathroom
  • Clete's car (but not Clete)
  • gravel at the desert show (Roger)
  • Dave V's car at the desert show
  • what-his-name's living room floor (did either of us even know who's house we were in?)
  • Tammy's back yard
  • Kurt's rec room floor
  • (bathrooms seem to be popular~don't they?)

    Friday, May 14, 2010

    and you have a right to tell me how to feel...exactly why?

    Quite sometime ago i had jotted down my thoughts about The Girls Who Went Away and then posted them to my annotations/review on goodreads as well. Last year a perfect stranger with the user name Erin had then commented on my thoughts/feelings which boiled my blood a little every time i saw it but kept deciding there was no point to even trying a response.

    I wasn't sure about your point of view until the very end of your review. Being pregnant and having a child changes people. There is no way to explain it, and no way to create that change but to have a child. You will never understand the desperate love until you have a child.

    ~Erin (whoever that is...)

    Yesterday, for some reason, i finally decided i had to respond, for whatever it was worth:

    • I'm sorry that you had to slog through my ENTIRE review to understand my feelings (you could have stopped reading--and there were three people who admitted to liking it!)
    • I never claimed to be inside my mother's head and know what she felt or thought, but YOU were not inside her head either, and even though some feelings are SOMEWHAT universal that does not mean she was as connected or felt the same way you do.
    • You have no idea where i am in terms of motherhood so you can't tell ME how to feel about it or what to understand (one of the reasons i can't relate to what my mother went through is because of some of those same feelings you describe...)
    • She never has sought me out so it seems she might not have cared to.
    • This is about MY feelings, my issues and thoughts about something i have had to deal with my whole life.
    • It is also about my not caring about hers and you can't tell me that i must care!

    Tuesday, May 04, 2010

    and i don't WANT to help you either!

    I just crept out of the back room to tell the people manning the reference desk where i had stashed the winning patron's gift certificate and what to do with it to find a man asking for help with his flash-drive, and the moment the words "computer illiterate" start to pass his lips the other librarian tells him that LibraryAssistant will help him to which LibraryAssitant says "Oh no, i can't help with any computer thing."
    Librarian says "We'll I'm about to leave."
    LibraryAssistant sees me coming up behind her and says "RampagingLibrarian will help you."
    To which i reply "No, i'm not here." (meaning i am not currently supposed to be at this station~something that always seems to make sense to those of us in the service profession but makes no sense to anyone else.)
    The patron standing at the self-service catalog chuckles and i think the man seeking help may have wandered off but it wasn't my problem!
    Just stop by your local helpful librarian (or not.)

    Sunday, May 02, 2010

    this is NOT a post ~ this is how i feel ~ tonight

    once again i am up in the night. Can’t sleep. Can’t think. Can only roll with the waves, be pulled by the pain, wait for the oh-too brightness of day—and sleep…

    Wreck Of The Day
    Driving away from the wreck of the day
    the light's always red in the rear-view
    Desperately close to a coffin of
    I'd cheat destiny just to be near you
    If this is giving up, then
    I'm giving up
    If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
    On love, On love

    Driving away from the wreck of the day
    And I'm thinking 'bout
    calling on Jesus
    'Cause love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love
    I'm just falling to pieces

    And if this is giving up then I'm giving
    If this is giving up then I'm giving up, giving up
    On love, On love

    And maybe I'm not up for being a victim of love
    When all my
    resistance will never be distance enough

    Driving away from the wreck of
    the day
    And it's finally quiet in my head
    Driving alone, finally on my
    way home to the comfort of my bed
    And if this is giving up, then I'm giving
    If this is giving up, then I'm giving up, giving up
    On love, On

    ~Anna Nalick

    Kyoto Song

    A nightmare of you
    Of death in the pool
    Wakes me up at quarter to three
    I'm lying on the floor of the night before
    With a stranger lying next to
    A nightmare of you
    Of death in the pool
    I see no further now than
    this dream
    The trembling hand of the trembling man
    Hold my mouth
    hold in a scream

    I try to think
    To make it slow
    If only here is
    where I go
    If this is real
    I have to see
    I turn on fire
    And next
    to me
    It looks good
    t tastes like nothing on earth
    It looks good
    It tastes like nothing on earth
    Its so smooth it even feels like skin

    It tells me how it feels to be new

    It tells me how it feels to
    be new
    A thousand voices whisper it true
    It tells me how it feels to be
    And every voice belongs
    Every voice belongs to you

    ~The Cure


    Yes I know who
    you remind me of

    A girl I think I used to know
    Yes I'd see her
    when the day got colder
    On those days when it felt like snow

    You know I even think that she stared like you
    She used to just stand there and stare
    And roll her eyes right up to
    And make like I just wasn't there

    And she used to fall down a lot
    That girl
    was always falling
    Again and again
    And I used to sometimes try to catch
    But I never even caught her name

    And sometimes we would spend the night
    rolling about on a floor
    And I remember
    Even though it felt soft at the
    I always used to wake up sore

    You know I even think that she
    smiled like you
    She used to just stand there and smile
    And her eyes
    would go all sort of far away
    And stay like that for quite a while

    And I remember she used to fall down a lot
    That girl was always falling
    Again and again
    And I used to sometimes
    try to catch her

    But I never even caught her name
    Yes I sometimes even tried to catch her
    But I never even caught her

    ~The Cure
    and now i hear the birds singing, bird songs are my death

    Saturday, May 01, 2010

    one after another, they stumble

    There i was, sitting at the reference desk all by my lonesome, minding my own business (and why, i ask you, why, can't everyone else mind THEIR own business and not pester me with questions as if i'm sitting behind a big sign that says INFORMATION or something???) when a guy in his mid-twenties comes up to the desk and says "There is some paper in the back that says "*(insert very, very common last name which also happens to be the name of our library here) on it and is that my mom's?" pointing back to our computer room. me: "What?" Mid Twenties Guy: "Is that my mom's paper?" "Huh?" "That paper that says (afore-mentioned name), is that her?" A bewildered, confused, flustered me says, "I'm not sure what you're asking me, what is your question?" "Is that my mom back there?" "I don't know." "You don't?" "No, i don't. He exits stage right. He Comes back, "There's a paper back there that has writing and 4/30 on it" Still Me, "Yes?" What month is this, the fifth?" "This is the fourth month." "So is she here, or is she coming in?" "I couldn't tell you." "Well, is that her writing?" "Does it look like her writing?" "Yes." "Well then it might be." He walks away again. He comes back. "I want to know where my mom is." "I'm not sure what i can help you with, sir, what did you want me to do?" "I just want to talk to her, i haven't seen her in four years." I'm thinking she just might like it that way, "I don't know, you might need to find her in a different way."" You haven't seen her, she has red hair, kind of weird face, she's really big, and she's crazy." Must run in the family, "I haven't seen her." "Well, where is she? "I really don't know her or where she is." He wanders off, yet again, only to assault the other librarian with the same questions. About 45 seconds later a wizened, old, drunken cowboy (boots, spurs, hat and all) wants a list of our falconry books. We don't have any in our library (so odd that we wouldn't in such a small library~isn't it?) So i print one out for him. Drunken Cowboy asks "How much do i owe you?" "Don't worry, it's fine." "Oh, you're cute." "Thanks" "What's your name?" "I'm RampagingLibrarian." DrunkenCowboy sticks out his hand and says "I'm Drunken Cowboy. It's a New Foundland name. I'm just an old cowboy." I shake his hand. "This is a wealth of information, i owe you big time." "Well, pass it along." "You're cute, I'll pay you back," DrunkenCowboy continues, "I'm a good kisser, er, i'm a good dancer," he shakes my hand again. "Um okay." He almost walks away, then comes back to shake my hand again, "I like my women worn out." Is that this the cowboy form of compliment? "I don't think i'm worn out." "No I don't think you look worn out, I meant broken-in." Is that any better??? I give him a clenched-teeth laugh. "I break horses, so it's good to be broken in," he shakes my hand again. "Uh, okay." He starts to walk towards the door, but no, "I'll come back and take you dancing, this is such great information." "Uhuh." He shakes my hand again, "I'll be back RampagingLiberrian." (not only does he get my name wrong, but he doesn't even tip his hat at me...) And hopefully i won't be here.