midge 07:28 PM 03.16.02
last night i worked an 11 hour shift. tonight i work an 11 hour shift, tomorrow night i work a 14 hour shift. my job turns my weekends to dust.
midge 07:18 PM 03.16.02
this morning on my way home from work it was raining a little bit, and i noticed the house on the corner of our block has 6 cherry trees blossoming right now. one has pink flowers and the rest are white. i'm so jealous of that house, i love those trees. i used to dream about them, lining cobbled up dirt roads that were speckled with southern style houses with big wrap around porches, making a tunnel of gorgeous sweet smelling flowers out of the streets, like the halls of some majestic palace. these dreams never had any action, just gorgeous settings and backdrops that were magic enough to dream about. i pulled up in the driveway and got out of my car, and i swear i could smell it, the sweet blossoms dancing in the mist, and it was hard to go inside.
midge 05:31 AM 03.15.02 megie strikes again hot linking one of my stripey backgrounds and i found out about it through my referral statistics, so i had a little fun. if she's managed to change it, here's a screenshot.
midge 10:40 PM 03.14.02
i like when people who have no place to criticize because their abilities are less than moderate, and believe me in this case, that's being kind, leave negative comments about me, my site, what i write, whatever. like it or lump it babies. i'm collecting pictures of barbed wire and razor wire fences for a project i'm working on, who knows how that will turn out. we had fun at the park, they installed new toys for the kids and i climbed lowest on the money bars out of everyone in the family, including the sprog (hi moish), so yeah... i have vertigo, seriously! plus i was wearing rubber soled shoes and shit. still 3 bars ain't bad. tonight i'm going to paint the moldy molding in the bathroom with death primer to make it look pretty. only a few months until we leave and panick is beginning to set in, we are SO not ready, preparing is hard and meanwhile there's day in day out shit that needs attention, piles of dishes, work, phone bills, it's insane. we have to do it, and i know we'll be ready, but by golly it won't be pretty.
midge 05:20 PM 03.14.02
no one has joined my messageboard, i'm crushed! i probably shouldn't have such a forked tongue, i'm driving people away. let me rephrase my invitation, wanna gab? with me? super, come join hen party if you are over 16. it's beautiful out and we're going to the park to play games and frolic.
midge 08:06 AM 03.14.02 wot's this? i spent all night working on it. if you're cool, please join and entertain me.
midge 03:39 AM 03.13.02
we're almost finished painting the crayon off the kid's room. husband is tinkering around rewiring outlets, changing switchplates and things, making me nervous as usual. new friends in kitty heaven, i hope everybody gets along up there. 1 and 2 more auctions, they're getting pretty repetetive now, but people are buying so i keeps a selling. it was rainy and grey today, better then cold ass windy and grey as far as i'm concerned. we only went out once, late, to the store for supplies, i skipped my postal mission and opted for the lazy ass on the couch routine instead. the last few days have reminded me of how important pepper is in my daily life, i can't cook worth poop without it.
midge 03:22 AM 03.12.02
new layout for dynomite, and two new wallpapers in the downloads section.
midge 08:28 PM 03.11.02
i updated my bio and added more sushi adoptions to the downloads page. a soy sauce packet, inside out cucumber, tuna and california rolls and little tuna, cucumber and egg rolls.
midge 04:11 PM 03.11.02
my mom is funny, we had a good chat on the phone yesterday and giggled about old stories and adventures we've had together. this was husband's favorite one, he chuckled the whole time:
my mom used to scuba dive, and she belonged to this club, they had a boat and an air compressor to refill their tanks and on long weekends they went on trips up island or to littler island around our big island to go scuba diving. usually they camped, but this time they got cabins. a little cluster of them, and piled the divers and their hangers on (kids like me, sometimes boyfriends, but mostly kids) into groups to share the cabins and stay in the rooms for the three days and two nights that made up the long weekend. there were piles of food and they cooked mostly big meals were everyone would go slop a helping onto their plate and go eat off in a corner or somewhere, communal buffet like meals, with a few women doing most of the cooking, one of these women was named sue. she was a short fat spiteful little bitchy woman with a laugh like a witch and a streak of fierce hatred masked by empathy and sticky sweetness that was nothing but phony. nobody liked her but they all smiled and were polite to her because her husband was a really nice man who did a lot of stuff and was somewhat of a big cheese in the dive club. his name was larry. they are now divorced. i saw him naked once, big and sunburnt and very frightening, but that's another story entirely. anyways on the last day of this adventure, as everyone scrambled around gathering their things, putting them in the bloated trunks of their little cars and vans, the cooking women were discarding and handing out what was left of the food, most of which was cold leftovers from previous communal meals. sue asked me if i wanted some breakfast, i did. so she asked, how about a hot dog, and i said sure. i liked hot dogs. to my horror, this evil little ball of a woman took a cold sausage link and put it in a hot dog bun, then sat and watched me. i was 11 or 12, and felt somewhat obliged to consume the thing, both intimidated by her, and trying to remain conscious of appearance... god knows i wouldn't want to seem rude. so i started to choke the thing down. it was nauseating. the grease had firmed up to the texture of cheese, and was one of the most disgusting things i've ever eaten, but i kept trying to choke it down. halfway finished with the thing, sue still watching me, chattering away mindlessly about boring things women like that talk about, my mother came up, and was shocked and disgusted at what i was eating. she took it away from me immediately and exclaimed you don't have to eat that crap! and went and got me a bowl of fruit salad. i devoured it, trying to get the taste, the memory of that sick creation out of my mouth but it was no use. the cold grease was like tar, coating and lingering in every nook and cranny of my mouth. i tried to put it behind me, but as we gathered our things and drove off i noticed i wasn't feeling very well. my stomach was swimming in the salty uneasiness that vile foods and severe illness inflict. i thought i was going to vomit, but we were on the highway, driving fast, going home, and that was the only place i wanted to be. my cheeks felt flushed, mouth wet and salivating, the way it does when you know, know but pretend you don't know, that you're going to blow chunks. finally i accepted it, right as my mom passed a slow driver, pull over, i need to barf. so she did. then i did, while the entire dive club caravan whizzed by. after that i felt better, and we went home.
midge 08:15 AM 03.10.02 ohh i like. work was pud last night, i was happy. i read bluebeard, another vonnegut gem, and painted 8 little maneki neko guys, then sat and stared blankly at nothing. it's really windy out and the car was skittering around the street while i was driving home. there were these patches of really angry violent wind that would thrust me out into the other lane, and i'd turn the other way to counterbalance, weaving around like a drunken moron, and hit a patch of nothing, where the wind was blocked by buildings or something, careening wildly toward the median. it was silly. i'm glad it was 7 am on a sunday and there weren't any cars on the road.
