Monday, October 28, 2013
Why can't you suck? Why do you have to create worthwhile and challenging content? Why I say?
Then you answer with Honey Boo Boo and the Kardashians. Balance is restored.
Friday, October 25, 2013
I have been meaning to share this exchange since it happened, but other things have occurred; all night bunny diarrhea fiascos, doctor visits, next door neighbour crisis (there was another that involved a late night trip to Del Taco and some hugging) doping up my brother with ativan, Thursday night t.v. and laundry.
When I got to the Halloween party last week I was closer to on time than 98% percent of the other invited guests (age and I don't know how to party) so this gave me a wonderful view to watch people arrive and check out costumes. Two young girls showed up without costumes and were standing in the corner, so I made my way over to them. I jokingly asked what their costume was...
Ashley- "I didn't wear one. I'm that asshole that shows up without a costume. Pretty bad huh?"
Me- "If anyone else asks just tell them that's your costume, 'The Asshole that Showed Up Without a Costume'"
We laughed a really good laugh and for a while the three of us and a quiet girl in a Sexy Bee costume all stood by the stereo and, what do the kids say, oh yeah hung out. (I am so not cool) Then Jango Fett mosied over. At first I couldn't tell if he was Jango or Bobba from Vanessa's fun strobe lights and the fog machine, I guessed wrong. He accepted my apology. Then OF COURSE, talk of Comic-Con ensued and all that entails. Somehow he didn't predict a grown woman wearing a Bob Ross costume would be a nerd, so he was genuinely surprised. He then made a Fraggle Rock reference, but followed up with how I wouldn't understand it seeing as I was too young.
Jango- "You don't know what I'm talking about, that's about four years out of your time."
Bob Ross- Totally stunned. "Uh honey, I'm 42."
Jango- Silence. Processing. Processing.
Bob Ross- Smiling.
Jango- "Really. I. Never would have guessed."
Bob Ross- "So, how old are YOU?"
Jango- Sheepishly "Um, 28."
Bob Ross- Still smiling.
Jango- "You know, my parents are only 5 years older than you and they LOOK LIKE SHIT!"
He said he thought his parents had given up on life and just didn't care anymore. The Assholes and Sexy Bee witnessed this entire thing and were flabbergasted. They wanted to know my secret so I tried to tell my truth without being professorial or preachy.
The truth of the truth is I feel alive. I do my best to feel it. Just maybe, sometimes it shows on my face. Even while wearing a big 70's wig and a fake beard.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Peanut had a difficult night. Let me rephrase. Peanut had a shitty night. He literally had bunny diarrhea all over his cute fluffy and formerly white bum. I was up with him until six this morning, not only washing his bum in the bathroom sink and swaddling him in a towel until he was dry; there was washing smooshed poops from his wood sitting bridges in his cage, scrubbing the bunny diarrhea trail out of the carpet, changing litter and filling the hay all while kissing him over and over to calm him down from the stress of it all.
After we both felt good enough to rest, he was snacking on fresh hay and I passed out on the couch in fresh poop free clothes. I get a knock on the door and it is my neighbor Misty. She is bewildered and can't look me in the eye. She blurts out that she got a phone call telling her she doesn't qualify for SSI anymore. I am so groggy I just stand there seriously confused.
After some time online, my own call to Social Security and doing my best to calm down a very scared and tearful Misty, I am taking her to her psych appointment and to the Social Security office on Wednesday.
I keep using the word grateful. It seems too simple, not enough. Maybe that is it. Not enough grateful.
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Not 2 hours later, after I go shopping for my Halloween costume I go through the drive-thru at In&Out for a veggie sammich and fries. There is a Magpie sitting next to the curb, not moving. The order-taker-guy and I are worried that he is injured but after some gentle encouragement, he flew off. Of course I told him my story of the day and he told me his own. He is from L.A. and a woman near him tried to help a black lab out of the street that was loose and SHE was hit by a car and killed.
I don't know what happened with the collie, he ran north on Washington. Maybe I have bad juju. Maybe there should be animal control on the weekends. Maybe I expect too much, then don't even deliver myself.
Now I am home with my safe, adorable and naughty bunnies. Honeycrisp Apples all around boys.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Hours later: shovel, gloves, cut up t-shirt, bucket of soapy water, hydrogen peroxide, Todd getting kicks, lit candles, open windows and Coopie escaping the back yard twice, I am now on the couch with two happy snuggly pooches at my feet while "Baby You're a Rich Man" plays over the stereo.
Todd said cleaning this mess would give me perspective. It has. Bunny shit rules.