Saturday, September 01, 2007
A couple of days ago, my friend Marsha emailed me and asked if she could come stay with us because she had to pick a friend up at the airport and she wanted to come down the night before. Certainly! Marsha came friday night and like all girls would... we headed to the mall. SHE was looking for new shoes to wear to the OU game today, I was just along for the ride. However, I found my new shoes! It always works that way. You look for something... you can't find it, but stop looking and BAM there it is!
I wore my new shoes (currently I am walking in my running shoes as a temporary condition has slowed my gym activity some) this morning and I think i'm going to like them!
Here's me and Marsha as she left to get her buddy at the airport.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Much like the very ornery blogger I am, I hope to kick-start the long weekend off right by totally pissing off my favorite airhead Xanga blogger by inciting her to riot thanks to the goofy name I plan to use to get onto her locked site. I expect a testy, venom-strewn, obscenity-laced, retaliatory private message in response. Good times!
Have a safe and fabulous weekend!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
To what lengths will one go to help a friend? As I pushed the button to start this Netflix selection, I had no idea what to expect and no intention of reviewing it, but the best laid plans, eh? Much like the anonymous viewer’s quote on IMDB, I found it strangely addicting and though initially ambivalent, ended up replaying it a second time before reluctantly returning it to home base. It’s a late 70s movie set during what I can only guess is the autumn after the Summer of Love (1967). A naïve Oklahoma cowboy with the unlikely name of Claude, on his way to report for duty in the U.S. Army, is befriended by a ragtag band of carefree hippies who hang out in Central Park as they live life in the moment and revel in their everyday existence. Taking advantage of every opportunity, their fearless leader, the Pied Piper of free spirits, Berger, shows Claude an alternate slice of life as he enters the psychedelic underbelly of a heretofore unknown universe. While in Central Park, he locks eyeballs with a vision of pure loveliness in the form of steed-riding Beverly D’Angelo (pre-Ellen Griswold), an upper crust debutante born with the proverbial spoon in her perfectly-bowed mouth. (Yeah, she flashes her boobies several times. Remember "Vacation"?) Our hirsute Robin Hood aids his new-found friend in surmounting any obstacles in his quest to be near his new love. And it is this sacrificial willingness that leads to his downfall. Though the opening moments show Berger and his gang of merry men burning their draft cards, refusing to fight for a belief system they despise, a system that mindlessly feeds the never-satisfied appetite of a massive war machine, it is he alone that carries this lofty ideal to its furthest conclusion and pays the ultimate price. This movie begs the observer to question just what defines a true 'hero'. During the gut-wrenching final shot of Berger’s grave nestled among thousands of fellow compatriots killed on foreign soil, silent tears fall. If anyone displayed the embodiment of selfless surrender it was our cock-eyed optimist, Berger. And could the catchy ditty, "Manchester, England" puulllleeeeze vacate my noggin? Let the sun shine, indeed.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
C snapped my picture while we watched and after he got it.. he said "MOM! How do you do that!?!?" He meant smile at 4:30am just like I do all the other times. I am a professional actress! hehe
As it was becoming daylight...
Him: older, batched it for years, tight with the money
The expected fireworks, emotional meltdowns, verbal assaults and pissy catfights never transpired as the late afternoon nuptials this past Saturday between my relative and his considerably younger bride went off with nary a glitch. But there were bubbling undercurrents of malevolent feelings and not without some merit. Let me explain why. Years ago, “J” dated his beloved’s older sister and though she herself wed several years go, long squelched residual feelings of jealousy came shooting to the surface much like bubbling lava surging its way to the volcano’s cone. Rumor had it that both this trouble-making female and one of their brothers and his spouse would be officially boycotting the proceedings but this proved unfounded. However, both these offended crones showed up swathed in ebony and you can’t tell me that was a coincidence. (Word: Expect trouble if you marry the younger sibling of a jilted older sis.)
By the dawn of last Friday, I seriously considered popping a calm-inducing pain pill (left over from the car accident) just for the hell of it had I had another soul-crusher day like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, but the rollercoaster that is my worklife slowed to half-tilt boogie (hehehe, CM) and I never resorted to such drastic measures. Still, it's wise to have a Plan B. :)
Besides the “what entryway is accessible today” dilemma, we are now experiencing a serious parking problem for those of us utilizing the south lot. Parking is truly at a premium and I cannot swear that fisticuffs haven’t or won’t break out as we scramble for limited spaces. I’m back to walking on my treadmill in the wellness center at noon but since I refuse to relinquish my coveted slot, I’m getting more of a workout what with having to truck over on foot. And that’s a good thing…
Monday, August 27, 2007
I've been chatting with my distant partner in crime... my best partner in crime at Chaos College... JJ. The one that always does the Depression tests with me online and we've self diagnosed (and medicated) for years. Today, we've decided that we're going to have nervous breaksdowns. Actually I think i've started mine already.... well he has too, we just havent made it official.
Because we're unclear on how to begin the breakdown process, we turned to professional help.... Googled it.
According to Wikipedia:
Mental breakdown (also known as nervous breakdown) is a non-medical term used to describe a sudden, acute attack of mental illness such as depression or anxiety. When used in common social discourse, the term often has pejorative connotations.
Specific cases are usually described as a "breakdown" only after a person becomes unable to function in day-to-day life due to mental illness. At that point the person's condition is advanced, and seeking professional aid is likely advisable.
Like the term “sanity,” the terms "nervous breakdown" and "mental breakdown" have no medical definition and are not used in a clinical sense. However, the medical or personal problems precipitating a sudden breakdown may well benefit from professional medical or psychological treatment.
A mental breakdown is not the same as a panic attack, though mental breakdowns can trigger panic.
Causes of breakdown might include:
chronic and unresolved grief
academic problems - he does work at Chaos College!
career burnout - been a major problem for years! I'd love to make a change.
social stress - I miss my friends back home so much!
chronic insomnia and other sleep disorders - I can't sleep worth shit.
serious or chronic illness of a family member
death of a family member
pregnancy - He's not knocked up, but I am... and I long for the day to be able to wear skinny clothes and be able to catch my breath.
a traumatic, violent, or near-death experience
deception by a loved one.
The sudden, acute onset of the following mental illnesses might be classified as breakdowns:
post-traumatic stress disorder
severe stress - i know he has this at work... and since my wonderful boss passed away, i've had to suffer through with less than desirable replacements!
Our next step is a good cry. Uncontrollable cry. I think... no, i'm pretty sure I can spit one out. He thinks he's not able to produce... I say BS. If you want it bad enough, you can do it! We need some time off work to regroup. Go fishing. Go shopping. Watch daytime television!