Happy Birthday To You
Happy Birthday To You...
Happy Birthday Dear Squasha...
Happy Birthday To Yoooooooou!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Some Day You're The Dog, Other Days You're The Hydrant...
Me - I've been depressed for months, been trying to work my way out of the funk that seems to keep grabbing me. Hell I found an inchworm deep and profound this morning, enough to make mention of it in a blog post, and you know I was upset when I found that he wasn't there any longer on my flowers when I got back up this afternoon.
The mush has been great for my escapism complex allowing me to be whomever I choose, I rarely talk to my friends because they couldn't possibly understand any thing I'm going through because god forbid if they might happen to be in pain. I've become so numb that I swear I lash out on purpose just to see if their hurt will make me feel something.
I refuse to complain about what's going on in my life because how dare I believe that I'm something more then a minuscule ant on this pimple on the planet, that's started it's self destruct sequence and nobody seems to even notice that. And people wonder why I suddenly don't feel like doing anything or going anywhere.
So... my pokes at being over dramatic are my coping mechanism for dealing with my ultimately shitty hand at this point. Because if I don't keep searching for that silver lining I'm liable to blow my head off shotgun of some sort and leave it all here for the rest of you to figure out.
(I wouldn't really but there are some days where ya just want to sleep for days)
Them - I know you've been depressed. Months? Years. And I read the blog post. Thought it was a good one. As for the rest of it - you're the only person that keeps you from communicating with others, and there are people out here that will listen.
...It's not like you've really opened up in the past few weeks for me to be of any help to you. I've offered and you just don't want to talk to me about you anymore.
Me - I was just talking to you, but all you did with that response was slap my hand and tell me to go talk to someone else
And here I thought I was opening up... maybe not full flood gates... but it was a start...
Guess I'll just keep to myself then.
The mush has been great for my escapism complex allowing me to be whomever I choose, I rarely talk to my friends because they couldn't possibly understand any thing I'm going through because god forbid if they might happen to be in pain. I've become so numb that I swear I lash out on purpose just to see if their hurt will make me feel something.
I refuse to complain about what's going on in my life because how dare I believe that I'm something more then a minuscule ant on this pimple on the planet, that's started it's self destruct sequence and nobody seems to even notice that. And people wonder why I suddenly don't feel like doing anything or going anywhere.
So... my pokes at being over dramatic are my coping mechanism for dealing with my ultimately shitty hand at this point. Because if I don't keep searching for that silver lining I'm liable to blow my head off shotgun of some sort and leave it all here for the rest of you to figure out.
(I wouldn't really but there are some days where ya just want to sleep for days)
Them - I know you've been depressed. Months? Years. And I read the blog post. Thought it was a good one. As for the rest of it - you're the only person that keeps you from communicating with others, and there are people out here that will listen.
...It's not like you've really opened up in the past few weeks for me to be of any help to you. I've offered and you just don't want to talk to me about you anymore.
Me - I was just talking to you, but all you did with that response was slap my hand and tell me to go talk to someone else
And here I thought I was opening up... maybe not full flood gates... but it was a start...
Guess I'll just keep to myself then.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Measuring the Marigolds...
- Inchworm, inchworm,
- Measuring the marigolds,
- You and your arithmetic,
- You'll probably go far.
- Inchworm, inchworm,
- Measuring the marigolds
- Seems to me you'd stop and see
- How beautiful they are.
My son and my husband brought me flowers yesterday after school. As they sit here in a small glass on my desk and wilt away I'm watching the littlest of creatures walk around on them. My flowers came with a little friend, an inch worm. I don't know much about inch worms except that even as a kid when I'd find one I could watch it for who knows how long. They are a uniquely designed creature with their little legs by their head and little legs back at their butt and having to almost fold in half to move forward.
Everyone knows them as the Inch Worm but after looking it up I find out that they're actually the caterpillar stage of the Geometridae, a moth (aka Geometer Moth - Earth-measurer). The picture above is pretty much what the little guy looks like.
So here I sit at 4 o'clock in the morning watching an inchworm on my flowers as I watch another episode of Law & Order SVU and wonder how I've completely flipped my days and nights... again.
Everyone knows them as the Inch Worm but after looking it up I find out that they're actually the caterpillar stage of the Geometridae, a moth (aka Geometer Moth - Earth-measurer). The picture above is pretty much what the little guy looks like.
So here I sit at 4 o'clock in the morning watching an inchworm on my flowers as I watch another episode of Law & Order SVU and wonder how I've completely flipped my days and nights... again.
