State Talks

Tuesday Night:
I can't breathe. I've taken 2 doses of night time Theraflu,3 shots of cough syrup, some Tylenol and still feel like crap.
So I switched to a few glasses of red wine, (you know, do what you always do) and I still feel rotten. I think I am going to drown, I mistakenly say out loud.
Tate puts his shoes back on and walks to the front door.
What are you doing? I ask
We're going to the hospital come on, let's just get this over with.
The door closes behind him. He turns on his truck to warm it up.
I go to the little cabinet in the bathroom, pull out a 10 year old inhaler from Wiley's younger days, and take a few puffs.
Tate comes back inside. Come on- he says.
No, I just took some inhaler, feel much better now, I can breathe. . .
Blank stare with a hint of desperate rage.
I'm serious- I plead- Look I will go to the doctor tomorrow I promise and if I wake up dead in the morning you can kill me OK?
Deal he said as he went outside to turn off the truck.
It's so nice to have a man who understands me.

Feve

That's what Wiley used to say, "Momma, I got a feve" too sweet.
But I have had one now for 5 days and 5 nights and the nightmares and dreams which accompany a fever, well. . . toss up between mystical and terrifying.

A glimpse into another realm of hell. Its a quickie short film type of scene. I have seen a few, vivid and terrifying , too awful to discuss. People quickly herded into a circular tube like elevator, there is no background, no real walls per se, just boundaries. Large chains appear and pierce the flesh of the faces and feet and link the poor souls together and then___ the bottom drops out and the people fall at flesh tearing speed then perish.
Last night another nightmare, I get caught having sex with Al gore- what in the world?
Neither nightmare borders on mystical, don't bother asking that question.

Venus of Pho Henix

I am working my way back to blogger; its been a long time. I finished all of my academic classes for my degree. I have a 3.98 average in my major- psychology. I am going to Iowa to walk down the aisle. I have not been in a graduation ceremony since kindergarten. This is going to be fun, I pray. . . even though I think Iowa is under a bit of water.
I have abandoned you all for a while because of my schoolwork and work work getting out of control and then, I was lassoed into facebook. It's a long story but a middle school friend found me on my Blog and lured me in. It's like climbing back into a shed skin, the one you outgrew long ago and finding it is oddly comfortable . To be able to laugh, share stories, say I'm sorry, I secretly always liked you, etc. has been a blast.
I have missed so much of your lives and cannot wait to catch up. I have a little more time now. I am looking forward to doing some painting and a sculpture or two. I am still in my ceramics class on Wednesdays. I LOVE IT!!!
Have found a grad school program I hope to attend, maybe next year, if all goes as planned.
So, HERE IT IS, I AM SOMEONE ELSE NOW so I revamp this Blog and start again anew.
Missed you.
Here is my Green man , he holds my glasses while I sleep, burns candlelight through the eyes and holds my coffee cup in the morning. I got a star for learning to throw a pot on the wheel.
Life is good my friends, life is good!

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For Christmas, Tate gave me a special picture... of his pole.
What? I have everything I need and I didn't want him to spend any money- you know, times are hard (guffaw!)
I really enjoy it,
it's my favorite
picture ever.
If you were here, I'd give you a chocolate kiss or something sweet, a hug, a merry, merry to you- but you're not even close
So, I will share my special glimpse of Tate's spectacular pole with you,
just this one time
Happy holy days my friends, with all my heart and Tate's pole!





Tate's Pole

Not Dead- Yet

Nope, I am not dead yet
sometimes I think the zillions of stressful things I deal with on a daily basis
which I am ill-prepared to manage
just may kill me once and for all
but it hasn't happened
I am just busy, which could be good except my creative urge gets stifled when I have to work all the time
or go to the beach for a few days instead of working the pre christmas rush
but I did my homework- some of it
So- the boys laugh and tell me the Avalanche music video is ANCIENT!
who knew? So that's why nobody had anything to say about it.
I cannot wait to get back into this loop and see what is going on in your exciting lives
as soon as I get a little break AND the computer working!!!! (bastard)
So- here's another cop out, hysterical though- see you soon, on this side I hope-

This explains everything

Gray Days call for This; Part II

Avalanche of too funny
A visit to geniusMr. Tom's blog brought this fabulous piece of performance art to my attention; Mr. Tom rocks too. Thanks Mr. Tom.

Post script: my sons tell me this is way old news and mock me for being so out of synch- whatever, its funny!

Yes We Did!

I wonder how many people have titled their blog the same title yesterday; I have not checked into any other blogs today- anyhoo-

Tuesday, THE Election of my lifetime day, it is raining.
Rain usually means Tate does not go to work and most of those rainy days we get to play.
He wakes me up and tells me it is getting late; let's go vote.
I look at the clocks which have not been set to daylight savings time (I do not want to shock my system so I wait until the biological clock gets with the program)and say it is really an hour earlier, maybe only 7.
He lies and tells me he reset the clock and I believe him.(now he denies this little fib)
But let's go vote! Yes.
I jump out of bed and get dressed. I grab my camera and we drive to the Waltons Mountain Museumto vote.(I love the museum and there are no lines and we do not have to pay to tour today, but I have to take off my hat with the Obama button, YES, I was told I had to take off my hat because of the button on it, even though there were mcCain/Palin (gag me) signs all over the front lawn.
I took off my hat, we voted.
I forgot to take a picture of the event, it was raining pretty hard.
All afternoon I watched the election coverage on news networks. I became obsessive and nervous, really nervous.
Foot tapping, sweating, agitated.
As I watched Obama vote for himself, I cried real tears.
Tate realized I was a nervous wreck and came up with a few distraction techniques, which did distract for a bit.
Evening time came, PARTIAL polls were being announced which infuriated me.
McCain was ahead in nearly every state that was announced in the time of my falling asleep.
I became despondent- Not again! I pulled the blankets over my head and wept quietly until I fell asleep.
The TV was still on.
Two Oclock in the morning (not daylight savings time)
I roll over and out of my sleep and become aware of the voice of the announcer on the television proclaiming the official count is in and Barack Obama is the 44th president of the US!
YES WE DID!!!!
I cannot even count how many times I have spontaneously burst into tears in the past 2 days. Yes my friends for the very first time in my lifetime I am proud of my country and my president; the very first time in my 43 years.
Blessed be.
Yes we can!