Today, on the way back from one of my many trips to the Girl Scouts store in Randolph (ugh), I was listening to songs that began with the letter B. Here are some resulting thoughts:
1) Michael Hutchens - what a waste.
2) I seem to be focused on Black things and Blood in my B songs - Black & White (INXS), Black Coffee in Bed (Squeeze), Black Dog (Led Zepellin), Blood & Thunder (Mastodon), The Bloodletting (Concrete Blond), Blue Blood Blues (The Dead Weather - think Jack White)
3) I HAVE the ways and means to New Orleans, but no desire to go there at the moment. If I need to go down to the river where it's warm and green, walk around, and think, I can go to the Passaic. It's much closer and cheaper. And less hot.
4) I have been obsessed with witches and vampires for a very long time.
5) Head Show - what a funny name. Everyone in Chatham knows what it is, too. Not after this year though. The heads are often disturbing, so part of me is not bothered by this.
6) There are many other things I should be doing right now instead of typing these out. Bye!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Friday, April 20, 2012
Shop Vac, or My Life Cracks Me Up With Its Ironies
Yesterday, when Janine managed to shatter a Corelle bowl in the dining room before school, I used my Shop Vac to clean up the sharp little shards. I noticed then that the Shop Vac didn't have much suction. I didn't feel like emptying it then, so I left it out for today. I just went to dump it, and oh did I ever dump it - just not into the garbage like I meant to. I set it at the top of my outside steps by the gate and went to get a garbage bag from the garage. Down the steps it went, dumping all the dust and Corelle shards right onto the steps and driveway. Those shards are pointy, and I don't want to drive over them, so I had to pick them up as best I could and then clean up with a broom to the best of my ability. I am now coated with the dust (from our bathroom construction???). I can feel the dust on my skin, my eyelashes, my hair, and in my nose. Yuck! And, by the way, now I need to vacuum off my Shop Vac which is also coated in dust. Ha!
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Jesus
It was recently brought to my attention that I have not shared enough of my Jesus stories. No, not THAT Jesus. The Jesus who was my neighbor in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn. Yes, the haunted apartment in Boerum Hill, but that's another entry (did I write that one yet?).
I asked Jesus once if I should call him "hay-soos", and he said no. His name was Jesus ("gee-sus"). OK then, Jesus it is.
Jesus was an older man, obviously of Hispanic origin, but I don't know where he was born. And did I mention that he only had 1 tooth, as far as I could tell? Yes, Jesus had one tooth.
I didn't interact much with Jesus. I kept to myself for the most part. The neighborhood wasn't that great, but it was on its way up. There really wasn't anything to do in my neighborhood though, and no local hang out that I would have found, much less frequented. My apartment was tiny, but it was just me and Stasia (my cat), so it didn't matter. Mark was often around too. One day, Jesus knocked on my door and gave me a mango. I bet you can't say that Jesus gave you a mango. I never did figure out WHY he gave me a mango. I didn't even like mangoes back then, so I'm pretty sure I tasted it then tossed it into the garbage. Jesus wasted a mango on me.
At some point, Jesus stopped working. I assumed he retired. I didn't see him much after that. Then one day, I found out why. Yeah. The neighbor found him, quite dead, because he smelled. Obviously Jesus didn't have a lot of friends checking in on him, and he'd been there for awhile. I think he essentially drank himself to death once he stopped working.
By talking with the neighbor who found him and the building superintendent, I learned that Jesus had quite a collection of girlie magazines in his apartment. So Jesus drank himself to death and was into porn. Kind of lends a whole new light on the phrase "What would Jesus do?", now doesn't it!?! This Jesus would have done anything. Even give a struggling young woman a mango.
I asked Jesus once if I should call him "hay-soos", and he said no. His name was Jesus ("gee-sus"). OK then, Jesus it is.
Jesus was an older man, obviously of Hispanic origin, but I don't know where he was born. And did I mention that he only had 1 tooth, as far as I could tell? Yes, Jesus had one tooth.
I didn't interact much with Jesus. I kept to myself for the most part. The neighborhood wasn't that great, but it was on its way up. There really wasn't anything to do in my neighborhood though, and no local hang out that I would have found, much less frequented. My apartment was tiny, but it was just me and Stasia (my cat), so it didn't matter. Mark was often around too. One day, Jesus knocked on my door and gave me a mango. I bet you can't say that Jesus gave you a mango. I never did figure out WHY he gave me a mango. I didn't even like mangoes back then, so I'm pretty sure I tasted it then tossed it into the garbage. Jesus wasted a mango on me.
At some point, Jesus stopped working. I assumed he retired. I didn't see him much after that. Then one day, I found out why. Yeah. The neighbor found him, quite dead, because he smelled. Obviously Jesus didn't have a lot of friends checking in on him, and he'd been there for awhile. I think he essentially drank himself to death once he stopped working.
By talking with the neighbor who found him and the building superintendent, I learned that Jesus had quite a collection of girlie magazines in his apartment. So Jesus drank himself to death and was into porn. Kind of lends a whole new light on the phrase "What would Jesus do?", now doesn't it!?! This Jesus would have done anything. Even give a struggling young woman a mango.
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