...i probably shouldn't blog under the influence of advil. mini mo and i have both been pretty sick this last week. it has felt like the flu but i have been told by a number of know-it-alls that it is not the season for it...and EVERYONE knows that i am NEVER out of season. i just wasn't aware that illnesses HAD seasons or i wouldn't have suggested it's what i must be feelin'.
mini's illness is really odd and has taken many different turns. it appeared the same as mine for many days and now it's all in the latin - and i don't mean the latin word for whatever this un-flu thing we have is. she seemed to be on the mend while watching star wars in the television on all the time room but when reminded that she has two latin finals to take tomorrow, she got just sicker than i've ever seen her poor thing. then after studying really hard for about 15 minutes, the phone rang and talkin' to gigi had a miraculous healin' effect upon her but then the call ended and the out of season malady reappeared. when her no help what-so-ever daddy asked her to go out to eat with him, she was healed again and was dressed in her style du jour in no time flat complete with ever so carefully applied make-up. i hear them pullin' up outside now so we'll see how her illness is coming together after a evening dining out with i'm sure a little shoppin' since her no-help-what-so-ever daddy has to hear a cash register ring at least three times a day and i do believe he's behind on his goal for it bein' so late in the evenin'.
anyway, i wanted to thank so very many of you for writin' to tell me that i wasn't the only woman in the world to have chosen a man with a few peculiar habits. i do feel so much better about it all now.i can't help but ponder that it certainly would be an easier world on us all if we felt like we could admit these things out loud more often. you know - you watch television or read all those oh so helpful magazines tellin' you how you should this and you should that and you start to feel you are the only person alive who most certainly agrees that she should but for some unknown reason just CAN'T.
i didn't tie it all in together until i started hearin' from so many of you - about having men in your lives just as peculiar as the one i have - but i had the best week about a month or so ago. i felt like i had grown up to be a pretty good person, my messy piles weren't gettin' to me as much - as long as there was a path here or there to hop my way through - and my thighs weren't seemin' to be all that disgustin' on the days i didn't make 'em work harder than hoppin' from path top path, mini's dad looked a little more like the prince charmin' of the olden days and i felt like my fear of the body snatcher was completely reasonable and acceptable. i also didn't have the constant terror of all the diseases that were waitin' to jump on me and cause me a long drawn out horrible death - or even just disfigurement. i didn't feel depressed about the many, many terrifyin' things befallin the world and how all those terrifying things were winging' their way to my front door, to wait for me to open it up at which time i would be gobbled alive by all of 'em at once. also, my hair and nails seeemed shiney and strong, as did my floors and i felt my teeth were gleamy, my car the safest ever and black mold wasn't eatin' the walls of my house at an oh so speedy rate.
thinkin' back on it, i felt more optimistic and hopeful about every little thing in my whole wide world. but when those emails started pourin' in, as i was reflectin' on this odd period of time, it hit me. the reason why i felt better was because the super squirrel livin' directly above the shabby couch in the doo dad den had eaten plumb through the TIVO cable that keeps the 300 or so television stations runnin' on the televison in the doo dad den. and that's why, as soon as mini mo's dad realized no one was going to be allowed TIVO access until mine had been re-instated and therefore the squirrel eaten cable was replaced lickety split, all those things that had not been burdenin' me came flyin' back at the speed of light with that one touch of the remote. i have, since this realization, tried to do a test to see if keeping the TIVO off made those good positive feelins' return...but really - who could perform such a feat with such outstanding programming available for viewin' - viewin' such as old washed-up and washed-out celebrities a singin' and a dancin' like they've been doin' lately during this new season. can you i ask?
anyway, i mention this not only to thank all you others for admitting you too had chosen life long partners who could be a bit odd at times but also because while i've been sick, i have poked around into blogdom and came away quite distressed at some of the beatins many other women were giving themselves. oooh it made me so sad...it didn't matter what amazin' things they have accomplished, they let the things they HADN'T achieved cancel just about everything else out. it was really just horrible to think that we do this to ourselves.
hopefully you can follow the circles i am probably creating through today's bloggin' although if you can't please let's blame it on the effect of the advil okay? anyway, i think we all need to be a little more honest with each other so we can each be less hard on ourselves.
cousin jo thinks it has a lot to do with all the scrappin' everybody sees of everyone else's. she's dead set on starting a scrappin' gallery called 'true life treasures -trails and tales of the trailer park'. she says it's time some real life comes oozing through on some scrapbook pages. cousin jo thinks that if you look at all the pretty pages day after day of all the wonderful lives everyone else is living that it could truly make you feel like you were a pretty big loser. she said the only example she could find of true life (and she admitted she hadn't dug too deep yet) was a layout of when betted admitted she didn't have candles for her grandson's birthday cake - of course by the time betted scrapped this unfortunate event, it looked pretty good to me and i felt we should all forget the candles from now on. she also showed me a few scrappy events in some forums that occurred when someone did get a little too close to reality on a page or two and was made to feel like they had pretty much offended everyone by letting the unfortunate real events in their lives show through a little too much in their scrappin'.
anyway, i'm not sure if cousin jo's plan to have dodie doolittle scrap some pages on her husband tryin' to run her down with the lawnmower for lettin' her old beau j.t. rudesil wink in her direction or there bein' a colorful spread about darla flanagan teachin' her 6th grade classmates how to make smoke rings with her dad's marlboros is a good idea or not. i just really don't know. but what i do think would be nice is if we all knew we wouldn't be judged poorly if every once in a while we could admit to wishin' we had a best friend just like ourselves - with all the same faults and flaws and disires and dislikes - just so we'd not feel we were the only ones alive that knew for certain that we should this and we should that, but for some unknown reason just CAN'T and if there was someone else to know this with us, we'd feel it just wasn't so important afterall. but now i'm sayin' all this under the influence of advil - which i do think i've heard might kill you if not taken a t a certain time a day - so i might just be wrong all the way around.
anyway, what i really popped out of my sick bed (or shabby couch actually) to blog about was... there's a whole new batch of orphans looking' for good homes over at www.mojackson.com. this week, bein' so close to the day to show appreciation for fathers, even the odd ones we so adore, the orphans are honoring mini mo's daddy as well as all the others that we just couldn't live without, even when they are at their most peculiar.
thank you for stoppin' by and i do so hope you will keep sendin' me your thoughts.
