I suppose some folks might call this day dreary and dismal, saying those words with disdain, and it IS dreary and dismal, but those words are different for me. To me, that means it's a beautiful day. The clouds are out, it's cool, and the prospects for a nice spring storm are pretty damned good.
It's a perfect day for cemetery hopping.
I just have Joel today, so I should have gone to do just that, but alas, I woke up this morning with an all day headache. It's almost gone now though.
I'm in the mood to get out and haunt old buildings and graveyards.
A fella mailed me about the old Corbin Hospital a couple of days ago, and that's given me the itch to get out there again and explore those old beloved places.
There's a cemetery in Middlesboro I'd like to find, I hear that the graves are in pretty bad shape, and that you can actually see bones laying on the ground. How cool (yucky) is that?
Sarah has generously let me keep "Joey Da Paow-wot" as Mallory calls him.. I'm not sure for how long, it was supposed to be just overnight a few weeks back and Joey Da Paow-wot is still here. Sarah said the first time though, that she hears Joey say "Mammy's boy" that she's feeding him to the cat! So I'm careful not to repeat that phrase to him 2000 times a day, and only say it to him 1500 times a day, lol.. just to be on the safe side.
So far he hasn't said it even once.
Joey and I just came in here to play on Neopets, and we were just having a snack of Cheeze-It's and Diet Coke - I don't think Cheeze-It's are healthy for Parrots because of the salt, but he was on my shoulder and he shot out his beak and stole one before I could stop him, luckily he dropped it and so I wiped off the salt and gave it back to him, he munched on it, more careful that time to hold it in his claw, while he chipped it up.. he didn't really eat it so much as crunched it up into little crumbs which are now on my shoulder like little flakes of orange dandruff.
He does like Diet Coke and black coffee.. *laughs* Alright, animal activists, don't get your underdrawers in a wad, I don't give him but a sip, the bird loves it. Who's to say he wasn't human in a previous life and just craves that stuff now? I promise though, I won't give him any rum. Unless he asks for it.
The humans in my family are doing pretty well. We got a letter today from the human who just moved away with her boyfriend, she wants her father proud of her. What can I say. Shortly after getting the letter the phone rang and it was her just checking in. That amazed me, we hear more from her now than we did when she lived here.
Animal activists, Joey is trying to smoke. *sighs* What's a mother to do? I just took him back to his cage.. because we all know, once you give them permission to smoke in front of you, they just smoke all that much more.
Bonnie is talking about college again..
Sarah is still painting on her house, I was supposed to go help her today but I was too lazy and my head was hurting to boot.
I had a wild dream about Sarah last night. I dreamed she had Maegan, and I went up there to see her. She'd put her in a baby bathtub with about an inch of water in it, clothes and all. Beside her was a little bit bigger baby, a boy...too with his clothes on.
Sarah stood and said, "Maegan's hungry." I asked her how she knew, and she said well, I keep her in that water, and when she turns her head and tries to drink it, then I know she's hungry.
I reached out to touch the baby and she was cold and clammy, and her little head was turned and she was trying to drink the water. I asked Sarah if she wasn't afraid that Maegan would drown in there, and I picked her up out of the water and started to take off the wet clothes. She was just so cold..
Her lil body was covered with marker doodles.. swirls and squiggles, all colors, and I was drying her off and I asked Sarah who had written on her like that.. I felt like I was about to lose my temper, trying to get the marks off of her, and Sarah just nonchalantly said, "Well mom, I just painted my walls, and I thought it'd be better for Mikyla and Mallory to write on Maegan than on my walls..."
What a dream...
Mom and Dad are doing REALLY well this week. Thank God.
Lisa and Nick have another cold. I'm trying to avoid them. I guess "Like the plague.." fits here like a glove.
As for the little people in my world, they're all fine, none are sick. :)
Mikyla will be 5 on the 28th. We're going to have a birthday party for her at Mom's.. she asked me for a backpack like Breanna's...and school supplies. So that's what I got her. I think she's going to love the scissors best, she's never been allowed to touch them before. I can't believe my best friend on the planet is going to be 5. When she's in school, I'm going to miss the hell out of her. I really am. :( I think she's going to love school, she's looked forward to it for so long now..so that she can be considered 'big' like Jordyn... but ol' Mammy's just gonna be lost without that little girl following me around like my shadow.
Satan...I've discovered that if I type Stan's name really fast, it comes out 'Satan'.
Stan... is moping around today like he's lost his best friend. I know how he feels. No, I can imagine how he feels, but while I almost know how he feels, I don't exactly know how he feels. I just wish I had the right words to make him feel better.
Posted by juel at April 26, 2005 05:19 PM