I got a call from my sister ... "how do you spell". Earlier, I was asked how do you pronounce, "Barabbas". I guess I am functional after all. All this time I knew I was useless, perhaps I am like a stamp dispenser. I don't get used often, but still, I somewhat serve a purpose.
The missing word was not in the dictionary, so it was nothing that could be "found".
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Why it was happening so often!
I cannot believe one of these was on my car seat. How often did I sit on that? I also found on in the toe of one of my shoes. I finally figured out how I was getting so much bullcrap! I get it now! I will have to look on my pants to see if there is one there as well.
sans camera II
I met up with a friend earlier and had a great little walk through downtown, then Sweeney Park. We got a chance to talk, though I was quieter and duller than normal. Sad to type, I was walking without the feeling of a soul -- zombie able to do much, but not feel. I really wasn't good company, but she was happy to be near and around me anyway.
The cutest thing we saw on the walk were goslings. One was alone with a mom, trying desperately to catch her wiggling the butt as quickly as possible. The other was a small family all clustered around the, presumably mommy and daddy. They were fuzzy and watching it gave you the warm fuzzies.
It was a nice walk with her; I only wish I had been there.
The cutest thing we saw on the walk were goslings. One was alone with a mom, trying desperately to catch her wiggling the butt as quickly as possible. The other was a small family all clustered around the, presumably mommy and daddy. They were fuzzy and watching it gave you the warm fuzzies.
It was a nice walk with her; I only wish I had been there.
sans camera
Well I was out of sorts last night, walked for a bit and in a park separated by about a quarter block were two chairs facing different directions. I was wondering why they were there. I first thought, 1st chair and 2nd chair, an odd orchestra, but there just the two. A woman walked by me with a terror on a leash. That 4 pounds of canine wanted to slay me then and there. She tried to coax her defender from ripping me toe to calf. I think we both got to laugh over the adventure.
mmm, yummy
I'm having a problem and I show it to a point that someone asked me, "what's wrong". I can't talk about it. I can't fix it like a bloody wound so simply with a band aid. I sometimes forget of the fragrance and smooth flavor of stomach acid, bile, and mucus lining. While the flavor is sickening, the smell is a bit like vitamins A & D mixed while the texture is chunky with mixed viscosity.
To compliment this meal of racked nerves and bad flavors my stomach plays a great little concert with lots of percussion. There feels to be pyrotechnics that I can't see, but feel. Um ... yeah! I'm not yet puking, but foresee it.
My whole system is a bit funky with nerves twitching and my adrenal glands in fairly high gear. "Fight or flight" panicked state shock and a preference for simplicity that I can't find. Never mind Nirvana, I can't find a comfy seat. My muscles all want to march in different directions.
My head hurts and I'd rather be blank for a while, but I am not.
To compliment this meal of racked nerves and bad flavors my stomach plays a great little concert with lots of percussion. There feels to be pyrotechnics that I can't see, but feel. Um ... yeah! I'm not yet puking, but foresee it.
My whole system is a bit funky with nerves twitching and my adrenal glands in fairly high gear. "Fight or flight" panicked state shock and a preference for simplicity that I can't find. Never mind Nirvana, I can't find a comfy seat. My muscles all want to march in different directions.
My head hurts and I'd rather be blank for a while, but I am not.