I hate humidity

It is sooooo hot right now. I need some ice packs to put in my clothes or something.

Old things

I just found some things I wrote the day after my brother died and a few months afterward. I can't read them.

I also found what I wrote when I was tripping on acid. Quite a study of the drugged mind.

Some things I've written

This is a copyrighted work I wrote. It's from 2003 and it's about an ex.

These feelings that I feel
Pretend or if they're real
Wish I knew how to let you go

The past is still the present
And everything I see
Represents a part of you and me
And I wonder

When will it change?
Why do these feelings still remain?
And as small as they are it's still really hard
To move on

To ba able to be with you
And not be so confused
By the things in my head
While I lie in bed dreaming
Dreaming of you

Because I am holding on
To a memory that has already gone
And you say you still love me
That's another empty promise you plan to keep
Just another empty promise you plan to keep

I'll get there in time
And time is all I need
To feel complete again
And you'll be my friend

The scars you've left behind
Have yet to heal
Can you see them?
Are they not real?

While I lie here screaming
I don't know what I'm feeling
Am I dreaming?
When will I be free of you and me?

I can't be who you want me to be right now
I can't do what you ask of me
You've changed but you don't see
You're like a different person to me
Let me heal at my own pace
My emotions are not in some kind of race
In order to be who I was
I need to figure out who I am

I've lost track of myself
I'm in one thousand different pieces
Today I'm confused
But that's nothing new

My mind is a wreck
My emotions are in shambles
I wish you could see
What you have done to me

If it was gonna be this way
Why did we ever say
Yes to another chance at this lovely dance?

A short blurb from that time -

What makes you think I'm ok?
Is it the way I smile at you?
The way I laugh with you?
Time hasn't healed my wounds
Do you really know how I feel?


Something else copyrighted and from a happier time -

Under the sheets is where I want you to be
Under the sheets lying next to me
I want to feel your heartbeat with mine
As we make contact time after time

Grabbing and moaning you beg for more
The room gets hot as our clothes hit the floor
Reaching for each other in the dark
Our inhibitions left right from the start

Moving with my body your hand holding mine
I've wanted this moment for such a long time
As your breath whispers my name
You're letting me know that this isn't a game

Reaching and pulling you bring me to you
I know exactly what you want me to do
Don't say a word cause I already know
That I'm the one in charge of the show

A little tease here and a little tease there
I want to run my fingers through your hair
Your back will arch and goosebumps you'll get
I know you're ready but I'm not finished yet

I'll kiss your neck I'll kiss your ear
I know you want to bring me near
My hands are travelers
Your body my map
It's your fine ass I'm about to tap


This was for a movie that never got filmed. We called it the stalker song - it never got a title.

I see you
I see you but you don't see me
I know you
Want to be free of me
Don't try to get away cause you won't get far
You're trying way too hard
I see you're running and running but you can't hide
Can't get away from me

I see your tattoo
I love your new hairdo
Yeah I've been watching you
And I've memorized your every move
You know I want
I really want
I really want
You

And another for the movie that never happened.

Hey Boy
I know you're looking at me
Hey boy
What are you trying to see?
Hey boy
Yeah I'm talking to you
Hey boy
You better pick up your shoes

Hey boy
You better turn around
Hey boy
Cause it's all going down
Hey boy
I know you like what you see
Hey boy
Stop staring at me

Hey boy
You know you're not my type
Hey boy
You don't know what I like
Hey boy
You better do what I say
Hey boy
And just be on your way


I have other things for a different movie that didn't happen and they are on my dead computer. One day I will retreive them.

Stuff n stuff

The crabs I had at work today. Three boxes of them.

The floor.

I can't stop

Oh my god, I can't stop blogging on this stupid thing. I'm neglecting my MySpace blog for this one. Oh well.

Fun at work

Back in January, this was damaged and going in the garbage but before it did we had fun. Look, I'm Hanna Montana!

Stupid oil

"Carol or Stephanie."

"Go."

"Unload, lane 1."

"Copy"

Here I am in the can in the unload.

Thinking it's just water on a box or a Mopar box with an oil spot I walked into the can to this suprise. The packages were on my cart in this pic. I had to clean this crap up all day long b/c there was oil in every package I responded to and they were all loaded sideways so the oil was leaking out.

Stupid people make me angry.

R.I.P.

Goodbye Sophia.

Estelle Getty of The Golden Girls dies at 84
Posted: July 22, 2008, 2:02 PM by Mark Medley
Television, news

Estelle Getty, the actress best known for her role as the feisty Sophia on The Golden Girls -- though we'd like to remember her work as Sylvester Stallone's mother in Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot -- has died at the age of 84, according to reports.

On The Golden Girls -- which from 1985 until 1992 -- and its less popular spinoff, The Golden Palace, she played Sophia Petrillo, the mother of Bea Arthur's character Dorothy. She won an Emmy in 1988 for Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Comedy Series and won a Golden Globe for the same role in 1986 (though she also won a Razzie Award for her work in 1992's Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot).

In a 1995 interview, the tiny Gettty -- she was under five feet tall -- admitted that many of her biggest fans were children.

"I think they look upon me as an old child, because I'm so little," she said.

It took Getty decades before she found fame on The Golden Girls -- which also starred Betty White and Rue McClanahan -- and in the same interview she pointed to her height as a reason.
"Being tiny has been difficult for me in a business that regarded physicality as the most important part of your life," she said. "And I always had to fight against the fact that I could do things even though I was small. And eventually I proved to them I could play mother to six footers."

She proved that size isn't everything when she appeared alongside Sly Stallone in the infamous action-comedy Stop! Or My Mom Will Shoot -- directed by Canadian Roger Spottiswoode -- as a gun-totting mamma.

Her last role, according to IMDB, was an episode of the short-lived TV series Ladies Man, in 2000. Her other film and TV credits include: Stuart Little, Mad About You, Touched by an Angel, Blossom, and Tootsie.

Weird

I had a dream last night that I had the palsy on the right side of my face. It started to get numb, more numb than the left side has ever been, and it drooped really bad. I was freaking out and all kinds of stuff. Not sure what that was all about but I didn't like it.

The left side gets a little numb every now and then but it's never too bad. Actually it just tingles. When I get tired it starts to drop in my mouth and I'm not sure how noticeable it it but it feels pretty droopy. I also get muscle spasms (that's what the neurologist called it) in the muscles above my left eye and it crunches the side of my forehead up. That happens when I am tired and when I drink.

As long as my dream doesn't happen I can deal with this but if it ever came back like it was in the fall and got worse I'm not sure what I'd do.

Baby Aiden and hot taters 2007

Fun with headphones

Random pictures from my phone

The Cure.

This was in the parking lot this morning.

I stand around at work a lot and look confused. Pictures are not allowed so I could get in trouble for taking these if I were caught.

Some stupid signs from work. They were on the safety board so I think they were supposed to be funny.

Thunder over Louisville from I-64.

No. 2

So something I hate is when people use an apostrophe incorrectly. Something else that bugs me is when people say things wrong like pin. Some say pen when they mean pin and it bugs the crap out of me. I am a stickler for correct grammar and have a nasty habit of proof reading things too many times.

Are you enjoying the personal blog I am writing for you Cougy? I hope so b/c I am sure no one reads this thing. You're my biggest fan!

Crap

I got word from Emily that she's linked to this blog. She expects "cool shit on" here "missy." Well so she knows (and I've already told her) I do most of my blogging on MySpace. Maybe I'll cut and paste some of those blogs...she might never know.

hello world wide internet

i am posting for the first time in about 100 years. i do most of my blogging on myspace now but i can't forget about the little blogspot. who's a nice blogspot...you are!

that's all.