If you listen closely you can actually hear the trees screaming I've been a busy bee this morning. I chopped up onions, tomatoes, and green peppers into tiny pieces. I thawed bonesless, skinless chicken thighs (cuz human thighs are way too fatty and don't fit nicely into the crock pot.) I cleaned out the fridge. I thought about doing yoga, then decided against it. I crocheted. I went done stairs to stir the paella at 11am. It takes five hours to make this stuff in a crock pot. Good thing I'm jobless! After stirring, I heard a ruckus outside and Honda decided she wanted to investigate the ruckus. I let her out and sat on the porch in my robe to watch the carnage ensue. Yes, it seems that the city of Hagerstown is up to no good again. Two days ago the dropped off an enormous load of mulch at the playground. One would think they were going to put it around the playground equipment, but no. They left it sit in a heap. Needless to say the heap is gone. The neighborhood hooligans have dispersed it nicely. Today, they brought in a big trailor. Why? I don't know. It was fun watching them try to place it in the park. It started out in the used-to-be-a-ball-field-area. They didn't like it there I guess so the began moving it in front of the pavillion (where the mulch heap used to be.) There was a snag. See, one of the pine trees was in the way. And one of those pretty little Dogwood trees is in front of the pavillion. Well, the tractor-trailer just plowed righ through the pine tree. Needles flew everywhere. Then they broke out a chainsaw and started hacking limbs off the Dogwoods. I watched these guys, who really needed more supervision then the City offered to give them, as they realized that hacking up the trees wasn't really necessary. Then I watched the big burly one shrug, point at the backhoe, point at the tractor-trailor, point at the tangled limbs strewn about the ground, and then make a "bring it on in" motion. I then watched the tractor-trailor knock branches off of three more trees before the big burly guy decided they were just going to let the damn thing sit cockeyed. It was sad. I had some good times in that playground as a child. Hell, I saw my first adult penis there. Yes, nasty old man exposed himself to me and two of my friends by the water fountain when I was 7. Good times. They already got rid of the baseball field. What are they planning for the playground? Where will the neglected children play? Where will the crackheads go at night? I also watched my father slip farther into insanity today. He has misplaced the gap to the kerosene container. Of course my mother has hidden it. He knows what she's up to. She's trying to kill him. Give him a heartache or even a stroke by God! Well, he's on to her. There will be no more kerosene bought. None! He's gonna let her freeze to death. Dirty whore hiding the kerosene cap. Trying to kill him like her mother killed her father. Yep he knows what she's done.....Yada, yada, yada. Can you say crazy boys and girls. Say it with me now Craaaaaazzzzzzy. Hiding a cap?? That's not my mother's style. Nah. Feeding him crushed glass? That's more like it. Shes' been doing that for years.... posted by Beth 2:12 PM . . . Tuesday, January 14, 2003 "I think your cat has cancer" I've been hearing this about twice a day everyday for the last 2 weeks. My poor cat has been sickly. I think it comes from my father feeding her nasty things that older felines should not eat...like hotdogs, potted meat, lots o' milk, spaghetti, bean soup....pretty much whatever he is eating. Then after she throws up or gets all constipated and/or gassy, he tells me she has cancer. Thanks dad. Glad to see you're as supportive as ever. I really don't like being home all day. I've only been unemployed for (counting today) 2 days, but it's already driving me bonkers. I get to hear my father diagnose my cat, dog and bird all day, complain about his mysterious swelling joints, bitch about my mother, bitch about my brother's living situation, and let's not forget the fun game of 20,000 questions we play. Of course, he doesn't get out of bed til noon so I have the mornings to myself. Then my mom comes home and it starts again. She nags about different things of course, but it's basically the same damn thing. God help me if I stay in my room and mind my own damn business cuz then "something is wrong" with me. Hello. Something has been wrong with me my entire life. Nothing has suddenly changed. Why make a big deal out of it now? I blame those parenting commercials. You know the ones: Ask who, what, when and where...is your child depressed here are the signs....is your child an alcoholic here are the signs...is your child a drug abuser here are the warning signs. I tried to make it easy. The answers (in order) are none of your business, I'm 24. Yes. Yes. Not anymore. Enough of that. On to other things. I'm getting new glasses. A whole new shape. Square. I have no idea what they look like on me since I can't see without my glasses. At least not too well. I usually go in a few days before with my contacts in and try on frames. I didn't do that this time. The lady at the eye place helped me. I'm not too picky, obviously, so I don't really care. As long as they don't slide down my nose all day, I'll be happy. posted by Beth 2:16 PM . . .
"I think your cat has cancer" I've been hearing this about twice a day everyday for the last 2 weeks. My poor cat has been sickly. I think it comes from my father feeding her nasty things that older felines should not eat...like hotdogs, potted meat, lots o' milk, spaghetti, bean soup....pretty much whatever he is eating. Then after she throws up or gets all constipated and/or gassy, he tells me she has cancer. Thanks dad. Glad to see you're as supportive as ever. I really don't like being home all day. I've only been unemployed for (counting today) 2 days, but it's already driving me bonkers. I get to hear my father diagnose my cat, dog and bird all day, complain about his mysterious swelling joints, bitch about my mother, bitch about my brother's living situation, and let's not forget the fun game of 20,000 questions we play. Of course, he doesn't get out of bed til noon so I have the mornings to myself. Then my mom comes home and it starts again. She nags about different things of course, but it's basically the same damn thing. God help me if I stay in my room and mind my own damn business cuz then "something is wrong" with me. Hello. Something has been wrong with me my entire life. Nothing has suddenly changed. Why make a big deal out of it now? I blame those parenting commercials. You know the ones: Ask who, what, when and where...is your child depressed here are the signs....is your child an alcoholic here are the signs...is your child a drug abuser here are the warning signs. I tried to make it easy. The answers (in order) are none of your business, I'm 24. Yes. Yes. Not anymore. Enough of that. On to other things. I'm getting new glasses. A whole new shape. Square. I have no idea what they look like on me since I can't see without my glasses. At least not too well. I usually go in a few days before with my contacts in and try on frames. I didn't do that this time. The lady at the eye place helped me. I'm not too picky, obviously, so I don't really care. As long as they don't slide down my nose all day, I'll be happy. posted by Beth 2:16 PM . . .
