The Breast of Humanity

The big secret may now be spread with joy upon the land. Yes, there is a bun in the oven, but it is not in my oven. My sister announced, to her excited husband and his band (he is a band teacher at the local high school) that she is carrying their first child. She then got to bask in that wonderful glow that eminates from those who discover the joys of being with child, that is at least she will be glowing or basking or whatever until she realizes she has swollen into Buick proportions.
I went to the "end of band camp performance" last night, and they appear to be doing rather well. I also realized that high schoolers today are weird. Yes, that coming from the woman who so recently had flaming pink hair. But like, they are all so incredibly sarcastic and anti-social and rude. I can't imagine what it will be like when my little Squishy gets to that age, how far will it have gone by then? How out of hand will the teens be by that distant year? I wish we could go back to the time when people only put their kids in school if they weren't to busy working the fields or tending the cattle or husbanding the horses or shearing the sheep or eating the breakfast cereal and the fruit bat and the orangutan.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:09 AM 0 comments

life as an untitled post

And so as life rolls on I realize that I had forgotten it was moving at all. I am dwelling in a past that is doomed not to repeat itself. And that sucks. As some of you probably can surmise, I am simply wallowing in a trench of muddy self pity because I missed out on what looks like it was a most awesome party time at the lovely Roo-roo's. Just tell me to get over it. Yes, I am telling myself also.
I am bored and crazed, busy and lethargic. I am doing lots of nothing and getting very little done, to boot. I have a fabulous secret that gets to be revealed tomorrow night and I am all giddy with anticipation. I have drunk large quantities of So-be. I have painted the trim in a room at a friend's house. I have wasted an entire day being a voyeur while very sweaty men replaced the windows in the bay at the front of the house. I painted my toe nails a color called "electric blue". Lots of stuff is happening but I seem to make excuses every time something fun rolls up. So, I remain a completely voluntarily locked up prisoner of my own fears to not want to get out and do anything but desperately desiring for something passionately exciting to occur in my life kind of waiting game.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 9:57 PM 3 comments

My mother went to see her parents for a long weekend and so the house is all mine for the next... hour or so when I get to go pick up my dad in my newly operational and air conditioned truck! With my newly dyed hair!

Last night a horrific catastrophe occurred. I was wakened suddenly from a sound sleep by whining and scartching at the door at the top of the stairs. I went to see why Buddy was making such a comotion for at two twenty six in the morning. When I opened the door he raced down the stairs (as well as a three legged dog can do an about face and hurtle down a single flight of stairs that are cluttered with stuff that I was supposed to take upstairs) and toward the back door. I was still rather disoriented from being awakened at such an hour. But once I reached the bottom of the stairs, the cause of my ungainly furry friend's distress became all too apparent as the stench hit me like an axe to the face. I turned the lights on only to reveal a sight almost as horrific as Dante's inferno itself. There was feces everywhere, well maybe not everywhere but at least there was nine feet (yes, I measured it) of rather non-solid fecal matter. So I woke up my husband to share in the absolute putridity of the moment and to help me clean it up. We spent the next hour cleaning up that vile load of raw sewage. The floor is still wet from all of the cleaning products we used. And there is nine feet of cleaner-than-the-rest-of-the-carpet carpet.

The video card is still shot. And the husband still hasn't taken it in for the new one, so it will be a little while before my photo journal can be updated.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 5:02 PM 0 comments

I am really excited about getting to make the Edward Scissorhands costume, I am just sort of stuck. The truck was finally taken to the shop yesterday with the help of my most excellent neighbor. So now, it is really sort of a waiting game. I can't order the stuff I need to make it online because I have not yet been added to the bank account so I haven't got a bank card and I have never had a credit card so I can't do it that way. I haven't got an operational vehicle to go out and get the stuff I need. And so all I am doing is sitting at home bombarding myself with ideas because I haven't got anything solid in my hands to work with yet. I really want to be able to do this job but right now it is just somewhat impossible.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 11:16 AM 0 comments

Dinner and a Show

Yesterday, RC had implanted the wonderful idea of going out for dessert after we laid Squishy down to sleep. Well, it just didn't happen. He had promised my brother-in-law (and boss news on that in a minute) that he would help him fix his computer. I went along with him because we were going to go straight to get some dessert after he finished. Well, he didn't finish until after O'Charley's closed. So, we decided to go on our dessert date tonight. We had a lovely caramel ice cream dream at O'Charley's and then proceeded to the vehicle. We were almost home, just around the corner and five houses down to be exact, but what stood between us and home was one little stop sign. Nothing particularly notable occurred at said stop sign, but as soon as RC turned on the turn signal to pull into the driveway the light show began. When the lights turned into the driveway behind us we became somewhat amused, is that guy trying to pull us over, and stuff like that. When we continued up the driveway to park behind the house he turned on his siren. I wanted to get out and yell at him "the kid is in bed shut off that racket!" Apparently, according to our fine upstanding police man, RC "eased through" the aforementioned stop sign. While the police officer asked me to remain in the car (I am thinking to myself "No, I do not want to stay in the car because I am certain that my child believes he has entered the gates of hell and is therefore declaring his unhappiness in a voluminous manner. I must get to my baby." ) he asked RC to step to the back and blah blah blah, "Ma'am would you please look for the registration?" Oh no, not in there, you can't seriously want me to look in that glove compartment. So I had to search through the black hole of a glove compartment for a registration that I am not entirely certain exists. I found lots of Best Buy receipts and extended warranties, other sundry work invoices for our trusty Tercel, about twenty empty ATM deposit envelopes, an owners manual, an ordering booklet if you want extra features on you car (such as extra floor mats), tons of cds, left over concert tickets that never sold from a concert last August (a memento he says, trash I say), and junk mail from MS. Not surprising, I never found the registration. So being a very friendly cop, he let RC go with just a warning and I was able to finally come inside only to discover that it did not interfere with Squishy's sleep at all. RC also told me that the police man asked him if he had anything in the vehicle that he wasn't supposed to have because he has a dog in his car who will tell him if we do, so if we do have anything we aren't supposed to have that we should tell him and he would write us a citation for it and not worry about getting the dog out. By all rights, he probably could have just booked us for not having the registration or the proof of insurance, granted I am glad that he didn't but still. We do actually own the vehicle, his sister gave it to us, and we do actually have insurance we just haven't received the cards for it yet. Thus ended our fun and exciting dessert date night that we got a free light show out of also.

This posting is not affiliated with any entities that in any way try to hinder the justice upheld by the local police force.

Oh, yes I forgot to tell about the whole statement about "my boss" earlier. My brother-in-law is the band director at the local high school. Their show for marching band this year is "Edward Scissorhands", an awesome idea that I have never seen transcribed to the field and am very anxious to see. He looked high and low for a costume for his male drum major to be dressed as Edward, but alas his efforts proved futile. So he has requested that I create one for him, and he will pay me to do it! I get as giddy as a school girl when I think about it. Oooooooooohh! It sends shivers of delight with the designing power that I wield in these unruly hands! Ah love it!

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 9:52 PM 1 comments