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Musings from the Laundromat: Candy wrapper bug, crickets & car edition

I almost didn’t come today.

My son has been out-of-town the past week and so other than one stray sock I found of his, and Butter’s bath towel, laundry consisted of only  my items – which wasn’t much.

I came when I realized I would need underwear.

Speaking of underwear, I got my morning off to a roaring start when I realized I put the pair I’m sporting today on inside-out.  *sigh*  I wondered if it was still ok to turn them – is it like food? Is there a 5 second rule with wayward underwear?

Since I’d just got out of the shower and am hygienic anyway, I did the switch.

The upside to only having my items in the washing machine, is that I didn’t have to check pockets for paper, thumb drives or money.

Money.

Groan.

I also almost didn’t ‘muse’ today – because as they say ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

But, here we go.

My car has had some issues and trust me  when I say, nothing strikes fear into my anxiety ridden heart more than ‘car issues’.

The long and short of it is it broke, was fixed – broke again.  I borrowed my son’s car which also managed to break on me.  I am car cursed.  No doubt. I shall go back to my broomstick soon if I have one more issue.

I won’t get into details – but suffice it to say, I’ve been subsiding on oatmeal, spinach and peanut and jelly sandwiches.  Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it could sure as hell make having unexpected issues a little less painful on the pocket-book.

The second fix I could not afford and had to do what I’m REALLY not good at – accept help.  Thanks mom.

Hate knowing I owe somebody something – but transportation is necessary.

Wishing this tow guy could just follow me around everywhere at this point.

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Next topic – ‘Cute bug and Candy Wrapper’

Early in the week I went to fetch the office mail – it’s a small little walk to some cluster boxes.  I take the opportunity to check on my pigeons (who I’m glad to announce, are rebuilding their nest. HA!)

Meandering back – I noticed a bug on a curb, nestled up against a Starburst candy wrapper.  (my favorite flavor too – the pale pink – whatever the heck flavor that is)

“Awwww!”

I rushed in to grab my ipad and scurried back out to take a picture.

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It wasn’t until closer inspection that I noticed things weren’t as they seemed.  Instead of a bug being fond of a candy wrapper and snuggling up with it – it was a piece of litter and a dead bug.

Hey – to anyone that says I am a pessimist – remember this bug story! (Mom) I had such a great back story for the bug too!  It was so freaking adorable in all its pink wrapper snuggling.

We did have a lovely bug story happen later that week at work though.

We’ve been hearing chirping.  Cricket chirps and tried several times to find the source.

Last week we found it.

As an ‘Office Warming’ gift, we were given a plant.  I’ve been caring for it and it’s thriving.  (shocking considering my black thumb).

Anyway, one of the owners pulled the plant out of its basket and told me to come look.

The basket was sealed in plastic – and UNDER that, were at least a dozen little crickets!

They must have been born between the wicker and the layer of plastic.

“Let’s cut them free!”

We did – and as the owner let them outside I was overjoyed.

It was their first time out!   The owner joked as we watched them head in different directions “I found a leaf!”  voicing the one he was watching.

I named my cricket Mr. Nobbleheimer.  I haven’t seen him since.

I’ll keep my eyes peeled for him though.  I wonder what amazing outdoor things he’s discovered.

Probably by now he’s stumbled upon the candy wrapper bug – I hope he was momentarily charmed by it.

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Strawberries, Scandals and Cloud Punching

 

 

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It’s been a long productive week at the new office.   Punctuated by singing along to awesome songs, random dance breaks and lots of laughter with my bosses.  The new business I’m so fortunate to be a part of  became official last week and my desk is amazing and stocked and I am now the Operations Manager of ‘Company X’.

This is one of the parts of  my life I don’t share here.  No last names, no addresses, no personal identifying information.

Seriously though, if anyone did some minor sleuthing, the gig would be up.

Still, I try to maintain some anonymity for the sake of others more than for myself.

This has been very difficult lately.  I want to burst I’m so full of scandals and hypocrisy that I can’t share.

I mean, I COULD, but then I’d have to live with myself.

This is occurring more and more often by the way.

The live with myself part, not the scandals and hypocrisy.

I’m still without my son.  He’s spending his weeks staying with my mom across the river and his spare time with his first love  who will be leaving the state next month for college.

It has been weird without him.

Okay, I have been weird without him

I’ve taken talking to myself to a whole new level.  I’ll have internal dialogues, then out of no where, verbalize a portion of it.

Example: I’ll be having a conversation with someone in my head (please tell me I’m not the only one  who does this) then say something like “because it’s blue” out loud.

I’m one more week alone away from shopping cart mumbler.

Oh, and I can’t be still.  I’m not reading anymore, not sitting outside listening to music while looking up at the stars – I’m not drawing or painting or taking my camera out on adventures.

I am back in my little hamster wheel of ‘wake up – bathe – dress – tend to animals – exit house – work – return from work – eat something unhealthy – prepare for bed’.

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Here’s me on the couch trying for a serene look – mostly I just liked the light and since the dog now leaves when I start to put my ipad in camera mode (how does she know???) – and since NO ONE else is in my house, I have become my subject.

So fake though.  Which is not how I am.  It’s a snapshot of the shell.  Inside I was still hurting and thinking and not serene at all.

The point is – this past year has left me so spun and undone that I can’t seem to find the energy to do the things I used to enjoy.

I put so much effort and faith into a person and project that I lost a bit of myself.

I put myself on the back burner and looked forward to promises of such an amazing future that I was okay with that.

Of course, gullible me believed what was never to be.

There are two people on my shit list right now.  They need to be very cautious how they proceed because I’m not above doing a public service and sharing what I know and supporting it with evidence.

I would do this in case any other gullible person might have either of them on a pedestal and be naive enough to trust.

Wow.

That just came out of nowhere.

Still, I have not named names.

Just watch it – you both know who you are.  So ‘good’ and selfless in public and so not in reality.

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Let’s talk about sandwiches for a moment.

With Nic gone, I haven’t really been shopping for food.  I have made random stops for ice cream, but I don’t think that counts.

It has been enlightening though, pretty sure this allergy free girl might have a touch of lactose intolerance.  Although, the quantities in which I’m consuming said ice cream may render anyone intolerant of dairy.

Sandwich.

I was making lunch last week – and since I was out of greens for my cheese and veggie sandwich, I decided on peanut butter and jelly.

I got as far as the peanut butter and realized there was no jelly.

Okay, there sort of was jelly … it was in the pantry in a container and had liquified to jellorage status (Jelly/beverage – does that work?  Might that catch on?)

It sure as hell wasn’t going on my sandwich, I knew that much.

I had some strawberries that weren’t getting any firmer, but hadn’t reached ‘throw me out!’ stage yet – so I got creative and chopped them up and placed them on the peanut butter.

(This may already be a thing.  I’m reminded of when I opted for flour tortillas in lieu of bread when making a grilled cheese and meat concoction – ‘savory crepe’ I called it.  Then had the embarrassing moment of my friend Micah pointing out ‘did you just invent the quesadilla?’ Groan.)

Anyway it was amazing!

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And life is like that too.

Improvising when something is lacking in life – coming up with a solution that turns out to be better than the norm.

I actually did sit outside yesterday at sunset – and saw the most amazing cloud with sun streaming through it.  I snapped a bad photo of it on my ipad (Butters fled) and shared it.

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What I was thinking was it was beyond silver lining status – it was light and goodness breaking though the dark cloud with determination.

And that’s my next plan.

Stream through the dark clouds with truth – and sunlight and metaphorical chopped strawberries.

Still looking for good.  Still believing in light and love.

But not afraid to call ‘bullshit!’ either.

Gullible girl is gone.

 

 

 

 

 

Musings From The Laundromat

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“To Delete or not to Delete, that is the question.”

Wonder if Shakespeare had the internet if he would have erased any of his works.  Maybe a poem he re-read in the morning and thought ‘That is crap – what was I thinking?’ (That is crapeth?)  But because someone took the trouble to type set and print and distribute, he couldn’t do a take back.

You know who I think would post something and have writers remorse?

Poe.

I can imagine him having a particularly morose day and  ingesting a bit of opium and pouring his heart out about unrequited cousin love.  Then waking up the next morning to the caw of a raven (Do ravens caw? I think they caw.  You’d think they’d crow.) anyway, waking up and slapping his forehead and groaning “Nevermore.”

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I bet he’d delete.

What I’m getting to, via the scenic route, is that I contemplated taking my last post down.

I guess I wasn’t using large enough capitals when I said that I would never have done it.  (Take ALL the medicine.)  One tweet to me said ‘glad you didn’t kill yourself’ and I actually giggled – then thought, wait – did people not read ALL of my words?

It’s not a funny topic.  I’m not making light of it.  And believe me, I was disturbed by how easily the thought came to be – and if I’m going to be disturbed, I’m bringing you along for the ride.

Because that’s  what I do.

I will not delete.

There are diaries I threw away from my days of debauchery that I so wish I hadn’t.  I’m not making that mistake again.  Authentic – unedited – Me.   That’s what you get.

I share the Good, the Bad and the Ugly with you.

Only when it is my story to tell.

Trust me when I say, if I felt comfortable naming names of some people in my life, and completely removing my moral filter, there are posts that I  could write that would go viral and change lives  – and not for the better.

Which is why I don’t write them.

Great segue to my next random thought.

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My Prince of 14 months finally traveled to my country very recently – however, not to my Kingdom.

That was a shot to the heart.

(Now I have Bon Jovi singing in my head)

I have eased some of the pain with lots and lots of ice cream.   Which is such a stereotypical ‘girl-with-broken-heart’ thing to do.  Yet SO unlike me.

I have never been a big ice cream fan.  But my son and I got into a little phase of banana splits recently and I got hooked.  I think mostly it’s all the whipped cream and nuts I put on top.

Maybe I should just have a ginormous bowl of whipped cream and nuts?  Or skip it and just go straight for the cream directly from the can.

 

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I spent quality time yesterday with two bowls of rocky road ice cream (with copious amounts of whipped cream and nuts on top of course) and watched a couple of movies.

Last weekend my son found a blu-ray player that was a steal and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

(He’s still not here much by the way – I’ve mentioned him twice, which would give the impression he’s been around, having banana splits and buying electronics and whatnot. He returned late last night and I only have two nights with him before he leaves the nest again for another week.)

SO back to the fuss.  To be honest, I couldn’t see much of a difference.  Although, to be fair and even more honest, my eyesight isn’t what it used to be and HD and non-HD look pretty similar to me.

I rented these:

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First let me mention that this deal Nic got on the blu-ray DVD player didn’t include a remote.

Next let me mention that not all ‘Universal’ remotes are universal.

I spent the better part of an hour trying to program one to the Sony BDP S360 with no success.

I almost threw in the towel and lamented the $4.75 I had spent on the rentals.  Then decided not to throw any towels and spent another half of an hour googling my little ‘want-to-watch-a -movie-and-don’t-want-to-have-wasted-this-money’ heart out until I found a code.

(I do this as a public service – if you have a Sony blu-ray HD DVD Player – and if you have a cable remote – try 21516 for Comcast and 1516 for Suddenlink.  It worked.)  Thank GAWD!

The Wolf of Wall Street was okay – probably all the hype elevated my expectations to an unreasonable height.  Leonardo is aging well though.

This Is 40 was okay as well.  I love the actors in anything they’re in.

When they said the part about the time between 40 and 60 being the best years of your life – I did a cursory glance around my empty living room and thought, well, I’m 5 years in and have 15 years to catch up.

American Hustle I did not watch.  The laundromat and DVD return box needed to be one trip – god forbid I exit the house twice on a Sunday.

Besides, my boy is home and laundry is done and the couch across from me won’t be empty today.

I’m staying put and enjoying what will be one of the best days of my week – and maybe sharing some of my ice cream.

Deleting trips away from loved ones is ‘to be’.

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*late breaking news – after publishing, and excitedly showing Nic the salmon and pie I planned for our dinner,  my boy announced he has plans for the day and night.  :/  #@&*!!

I’m refraining from heading to the freezer …  but let’s face it, it’s inevitable.

Empty couch and ice cream are in my very near future.

Musings from the Laundromat: Glee Interrupted Edition

I’m fuzzy today.

Awoke at 6 a.m. made coffee, let the dog out had a healthy breakfast of a cookie and went back to my room.

Ended up falling asleep for another two hours and dreaming of ‘Glee’.

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No clue why.  But apparently I was with the cast, and cheerleaders in a hotel room a few doors down were rehearsing and making too much noise.

I was the one who went to let them know they needed to be quiet.

(When people tell me ‘follow your dreams’ – ones like that pop into my head and I feel sure I’m okay having not done so.)

I none so enthusiastically got out of  bed – threw some shorts on, ran a brush through my hair and gathered the laundry.

Sitting at a table in the very back.  It’s affording me a view of everyone’s activities while they wait.

 

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No one is talking.  It’s eerily quiet considering the amount of people, but also calming considering my fuzzy state.

I deleted my last post about how sick I’ve been lately.  For several reasons.

Rainer is in the news and search engines are landing many people here.  I wanted the home page to have the Never Forget post to welcome them.

Also I’m so tired of talking about not feeling well.

And this is where I will tangent.

I think the first few times someone asks ‘How are you feeling?’  it’s okay to briefly summarize the truth.

But after a while, people in general, want to hear ‘fine’.  Because let’s be honest, most who ask aren’t really looking for an answer, they’re either making small talk or being polite.

I tried a more positive attitude last week – determined to ‘mind over matter’ myself into good health.

It didn’t work.

But it might have made others around me feel better, so I kept trying.

I also told myself ‘there are people going through a LOT worse.’

This is something I tell myself often – to put things into perspective.  To latch onto gratitude with convinced claws and fly away with it.

In the car (my ‘thinking’ car) I was thinking about this.

To what end do we do this?

When can we accept that we are going through something painful/scary/sad without brushing it off with a ‘someone is going through worse’.

It’s a form of avoidance.

For me, I know that until something is acknowledged, accepted and processed,  I can’t move forward healthily, mentally or physically.

Someone is ALWAYS going through worse – it doesn’t mean you don’t get to process what’s bothering you.

Of course, if all we think about is what’s WRONG and never get out of a problem or an ailment long enough to see what’s RIGHT then that’s an issue.

There is a lot ‘right’ in my life.  And I’m grateful for it.

Maybe that was the meaning of my dream … outside interference was interrupting my glee?

And in true Amanda fashion, I strutted over to the source and told the interruption to “HUSH!”

Okay, so I explained politely why they needed to be quiet – but I did take the steps over there and solved the problem!

Even in my dreams I’m meek.

But I’ll be inheriting the earth apparently – so there’s that.

 

Musings from the Laundromat: There’s something on your leg edition

Innocently driving home yesterday with my son … when something came from behind us, flew in the open window, smacked against the wind shield and landed in parts unknown.

Yes, I said ‘came from behind’ more on that later.

So we both acknowledged the ‘happening’ and exchanged glances.  Then I put my eyes back on the road as Nic looked down.

“There’s something on your leg.”

Rule #1:  Don’t ever tell someone driving a car that there is anything foreign and quite possibly alive ON them.

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Me:  What?!?!?!  What’s on me????? What is it???

Nic:  I don’t know … it’s a spot … on your leg.

By now, I’m imagining this:

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I don’t think that’s too far-fetched considering we DO live in the desert and there are any number of hard-shelled creepy crawlies that could show up on a bare leg.

Okay, so 99% of them don’t FLY, but some sadistic bastard could have tossed it from the side of the road?  That would explain why it came from behind us while going 35 MPH.

Back in the car, I’m calmly trying to pull over to investigate what part of nature has violated my personal space.

And why is my son so calm?? Why is he not trying to save me???

 

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On the side of the road, I bravely look down.

Nothing.

“That was already there!”  The spot turned out to be a scratch from earlier.

“Yeah, but that might be what flew in …”

I followed his eyes down to the floorboard – right next to my foot.

Got out of the car and grabbed a cloth I have handy in case of such emergencies (mostly it’s for when I spill my coffee while driving.)

A bee.

My son announced, “It’s still alive – it’s on it’s back.”

I could see this.

I gently (yes, gently, no sarcasm here) collected it in the cloth and walked to a nearby bush to shake the poor little thing off.

It wasn’t coming off.

Now I’m laughing – on the side of the road, shaking a blue cloth.

Bee hung on tight – until it didn’t.

I’m back in the car and we start off home again.

Nic pondered, “How did it come from BEHIND us??  It had to be going faster than us!”

“That’s not hard to believe …”  I pondered back – recalling how many things pass me on the road – sloths, snails, limping pedestrians, … parked cars.

“Maybe it was suicide.”  Nic concluded.

I sighed … “Bee suicide … that’s sad.”

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