I believe that this evening after my silversmithing class, I came face to face with the realization that what I thought was just a longing for a certain type of food, has indeed become a full-blown addiction. See example below:
As I drove down Hillside tonight toward my favorite Popeye’s, my mouth was watering and my hands were a bit shaky with excitement. I had done without my beloved spicy chicken for a month due to a self-imposed restriction. I popped up over the hill and just as I was about to turn my blinker on, I noticed the blue and red rollers of a Wichita Police Department vehicle. The VERY FIRST thought I had was “Oh HELL no…they better not be closed”. My second thought? “The only way I’m not stopping is if the WPD is actually INSIDE the restaurant.” I calmed down as I drove by the officer on a traffic stop and was able to pull into the drive-through without incident.
Now, look me in the eyes and tell me I don’t have a problem.
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I wrote this long ago, and it still gives me the giggles. Thumper and Stella were my original fur babies. There will be more on them later along with a photo, because it is somewhere on an old hard drive.
Thumper and Stella Go Crazy
It's official. Thumper and Stella are total crackheads. I came home tonight and rushed around outside, deadheading and such, then watered, as we didn't get the forecasted rain AGAIN. When I finally came in to relieve myself after all that running water, the bathroom was TRASHED!
How could I tell, you ask? Every SINGLE washcloth was out of the drawer and carelessly cast about the floor, counter and windowsill. And there were hair products scattered willy nilly across the floor and filling the drawer that once housed the washcloths. I was a little freaked out, to say the least.
Had I been housing stolen gems for an Eastern European group? No. Had I been smuggling drugs for a South American cartel? I think not. Had I, many moons ago, tucked away a gallon ziplock back of catnip to dole out as a treat and forgotten all about it. Indeed. Was it shredded into tiny bits, and filling the once neat and tidy drawer full of plastic mixed with a green leafy vegetative substance? Hell yes.
Are my children currently lying about, glassy-eyed and purring, unable to focus? I'm so proud. Are their eyes red-rimmed and bloodshot, and are they failing to perform even rudimentary cat antics? Now I know how my parents felt when I would come home smelling of smoke and hops.
I shook my head sadly, and am hoping it wears off soon., because I hate cleaning. Little bastards.
Uh oh. They have just slipped me a note full of doodles and happy faces. They have the munchies. I have to go to the store and get Funyuns and Mellow Yellow.
I hope this isn't a harbinger of things to come. I won't be able to afford to send them BOTH to treatment. Does anyone know… is catnip a gateway drug?
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Today, I invited my high school English/Creative Writing teachers to read my blog. Welcome to Judy, Mary and Janet. You three were instrumental in my development as a writer, and I thank you for nurturing me and being patient. And although I was completely unable to complete the task of a daily journal or completing a time capsule, (because quite frankly, who could get me to sit still long enough) I think I’m going to like this forum because I can do it when I damn well feel like it! Trust me though, Jonathon is already a brutal task master.
I still detest rough drafts, because for me, writing is more about just vomiting my words onto the screen. But I do find myself letting it flow, then going back to edit. Computers make it MUCH easier! I still fear the red pen and Judy’s handwriting.
Again, thank you. Marion High School couldn’t have had a finer English department.
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