Saturday, November 19, 2005


she died on the 22 of november
and when they called to tell me
i told the voice on the phone
"she's not at home"
and vacated my body for the next 10 years
i wonder now if she heard the train's whistle as death rumbled near
did she savor the last orange knowing there would be no more?

mostly death comes in a narcotic haze
drug induced euphoria to dull the pain
it's all we can do
make the dying comfortable
but what of the living?
no needle to ease the ache of being left behind

Shit Happens

Frank's World

I've lived a number of years on the planet and it all comes to this bit of insightful wisdom:Shit Happens!!!!!!!!
So as not to depress myself even further, i won't go into detail. I will say this, life is unfair. Anyone who disagrees with me is welcome to state your case. But no one is reading this shit anyway so I can pretty much say what I want and I am the majority opinion. Here are a few things that make me fantasize about becoming a serial killing, monk, recluse,atheist----
1. fat cat Republicans who get their jollies
stealing from the poor
which is dam near all the rest
of the planet except them
and their miserable spawn.
2. men in general
3. people who make it hard for
the least among us to exist and make a living
4. knowing that most of what i do
really doesn't matter (ergo---shit happens anyway)
5. being alone all the dam dam time
6. both my ex-husbands who give enhanced meaning
to the word slime
7. "experts" who don't give a dam and
tell the rest of us how it's gonna dam well be
that includes every
school administrator i've ever had the
unpleasure of working with
8. getting older and watching my life slip away
into a meaningless abyss
9. egocentric dumbass americans
10. the lardass, chitlin' eatin cops in the small
town where i make a meager living
Normally I find lots in life to be positive about. But beneath the surface I am always keeping the hounds at bay. After this week I have had my fill....Nuff said...I am pissed.....and wish it didn't have to be this way.
On a different note....I found this blog this morning which amazed me....I'm always finding people in cyberspace that I wish I knew/had as friends....Here's to you Frank!!!!!

Monday, November 14, 2005

Bra rah! rah!

It's Monday and it feels right to start the week off with some bra news. Rah! Rah! And all the way from China. Ya know I never realized how obsessed the planet seems to be with bras. Gee I'm glad I've started paying attention. Imagine, missing all this bra news. My life is now complete.

Microwave your bra to stay warm this winter
(Reuters)Updated: 2005-11-10 15:35
For the woman who wants to stay both warm and environmentally conscious this winter -- and isn't bothered by extra bulk under her shirt -- a lingerie maker unveiled a thick bra that can be heated in a microwave.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

More Bra News!!!!!

Chinese Try to Build Better Bra
By Associated Press
BAGUALING, China - The Chinese are serious about building a better bra. There's now a degree in bra studies at Hong Kong's Polytechnic University
I went to church this morning and it turned into an all day thing - not church; my aimless wandering about town....I'm bored. There is absolutely nothing to do in this town. The most popular sport is eating at the buffet and all the lard asses around here should have olympic medals. Nothing on tap for my evening except dishes, laundry and getting things ready for work next week (sigh). Here's a really cool web site:

Wasted Days and Wasted Nights

I tried to post yesterday and lost it all. I'm still trying to figure this whole thing out. I want to be a good blogger! Oh i want to be a good blogger.
I was up way too early on saturday with plans to shop for a new stove and catch the 14 hour sale at Stein Mart (Mecca of middle aged bored female shoppers).
First I layered and then went to the park to hit the walking trail. This is the south but it's been pretty chilly. Once I got to the park i ralized i'd overdone it with a turtleneck, two shirts, my favorite pink hoodie I bought this summer in Wells Beach and a jacket.
After a shower and change of clothes I headed out.
I made the mistake of going to Target. I can never get out of that place. It's become my favorite store (a pox on Wal-Mart. I hate them). I've pondered the Target phenomena and the reason for their appeal. I think it's the colorful marketing. (Don't ask) Their approach is retro and hip at the same time. I never shopped discount for clothes before but I love their jackets and have so far collected quite a few. i mean where else can you get a double breasted curduroy, lined jacket for $14. They mark down everything on a regular basis and all you have to do is go in and scope out what you want. Two weeks later, it'll be on sale. SWEET!!!!!!. Yesterday I bought two, an olive green, and camel....After two hours in that place, I headed for some shoes at GB's.
A couple pair of pumps later and I was off to the flea market to find the guy who sold me a washer a couple years ago.....I wandered around and was finally told by one of the vendors that he was no longer there. Guess i'll have to break down and go to Loews. I love Loews. On saturdays, they mix paint all day and when people don't like the way their color turns out, they mark down the cans to $5. I have quite a few. I could do a
rainbow wall. Except I hate painting. When I had the breakfast room wood floors refinished, I painted afterwards and it took me a month. I swore i'd never paint again. But lately i'm getting the itch to take on the bedroom. At the flea market, I bought a couple of old Life mags and an 90 year old book of french nursery rhymes (couldn't resist. It was $2). Also went to Borders. i wanted the new Santana cd but decided to wait and check out the used cd store today......YEP, I'm CHEEEP!!!!!.....I picked up Naked Lunch (Burroughs) The Awakening (Kate Chopin) and an anthology of African American folklore. I've got so much stuff to read and never enough time. I still haven't made it through Billy Collins' Nine Horses. I first heard his poetry on NPR and liked it.
After all of this, I felt I owed it to myself to eat out so I had dinner at Veracruz. The waiter was so nice.
Well, back at home, I watched a couple of movies and called it a night. A meaningless but pretty good day.