Bits 'n pieces -

[kyburg]

I wonder if I ordered something for jamesla off his Amazon list, he'd get it over in Iraq? Hmm.

mybabydaddy is one helluva wide-awake, slow-motion trainwreck. You want scary? Fast forward that twenty years or so - and nothing has changed, except the kids are grown and incapable of independent living. And mommy don't get child support anymore. So she starts showing up at the burger joint where Junior is trying to make some kind of living and demands money for smokes. Yeah.

..

Nah, I don't know anyone who would do that. *rolls eyes* Like hell.

And I'm not bitter, either.

*coughs*

Last night I dreamt I was hurrying home before someone died - and didn't make it in time. Everyone was there - but it was as if I was in 9th grade again. I was me, but everyone looked like 1973.

And who died? Karen Carpenter. And somehow, I knew her. The grief certainly felt real. But she had died, I hadn't gotten home in time and while everyone was reacting, I never got to see her - just the aftermath. Weird stuff. What I remember most were the colors - everything was in deep jewel tones - I remember the color of my mother's hair, my sister's hair and the lime green polyester (it's 1973, no joke) pantsuit she had on. Mom and Sis are chocolate-brown brunettes - I'm the odd chick with the blond hair. Green, green grass - brick buildings. Even the gray-spattered linoleum in the hospital, wood paneling and flower arrangements. Color. And loss.

Wonder what that adds up to.

This morning was another mad dash across the LA Basin to Arcadia to have my face numbed up again to repair a broken tooth up front - not nearly as bad as a crown, sailed right through it - but it's made the day very long.

Going to go take another stab at the julnawrimo - stab is about it.