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The song of the day for today is Wipeout!!
It seems today is the day Holly will bleed over everyone and everything, courtesy of somebody who flunked sidewalk maintence 101. (That would be the course where they teach that any obstacle in a public walk way that may cause someone to trip, fall, stub their big toe or have a major bicycle mishap should be immediately removed). Due to maintence non existance, I my right elbow and knee are now the proud owners of matching abrasions which proudly show off all of my skin layers to the world, while being surrounded by a nice aura of road rash, and a decorative background highlighting all of the different but lovely shades of purple the human body is capable of turning.
I also want to reassure the jogger who stopped when he heard my crash (and subsequent language fit only for R rated movies, and low rent porn palaces), for stopping long enough to make sure I wasn't dead. It would have been sweet of you to actually come over and see if I was okay before you went back on your lovely way, but at least you stopped and watched me long enough to see me stand up and argue with the derailer on my bike about where the chain is supposed to go.
Kudos to the Stop and Go clerk for asking if I was okay when I limped in to the ladies room slightly tattered and battered looking like I escaped from a b-grade horror flick.
Lets hope Oxyclean can get blood stains out of my favorite jean shorts.
In other news to make my day complete, after work I was in the bathroom and I noticed my ear lobe which has been swollen and sore for sometime, despite the fact that is has been at least 9 months since I wore earings, seemed to have a scab or something on it. I went to check it out and must have squeezed a bit much. Apparently I have some new type of pimple or blood blister as it exploded all over the bathroom mirror. (can we say triple gross). I cleaned it up, but I don't want to know what the lady who came in just as it happened and saw me cleaning was thinking. It is a lot less swollen now, but still feels like there is something in there. Weird.
I did have a great end on my birthday though. Warren was kind of upset that I was out too long and didn't spend time letting him be with me for my b'day. Even though it was 9 at night, I reluctantly let him talk me in to walking about 2 miles to go for ice cream (this place has the real deal, Blue Bunny hard ice cream - world's greatest - if no the healthiest). I'm so glad I did. I ended up having fun with him we goofed off and had the best fun we've had together in a long time.
I actually felt good and we seemed to bond again like we used to. He even put his arm around my sholders for part of the walk. That was unnerving. There is just somethign wierd about somebody you gave birth to, and changed diapers on being tall enough to tower over you and put his arm on your shoulder while your head is just above his. Nature is cruel sometimtes.
Time to get dinner. If I can find my recipe, its cabbage rolls and homemade bread sticks. I've been having a weird desire to go back to my roots lately. The other day I made a kneopfla soup, that turned out so good my son wished I'd have made a bigger batch. I finally have my recipe perfected, though next time I'll make more veggies in it (those not of German-Russian herritage, knoepfla is a dumpling soup, made with chicken broth and cream (or in this case evaporated milk).
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.