‘Being Fuzzy’ Laundromat musings continue and unite!
It’s a revolution! Laundromat musings are rampant!
So I’m still feeling fuzzy – and watching my Packers win – and my friend Krystal mentions that she too, is feeling fuzzy.
It turned into an IM fest. Spoiler alert to men – we talk about ‘Girl’ stuff. Like, girly PERIOD stuff. And quilting. You have been warned.
Started out with my Facebook status:
And, you know me – after I edited out the names – I saw all KINDS of ‘stuff’ in the purple. LOL!
First guy is in his sleeping bag. Second guy is stretching out in his sleeping bag, 3rd guy had someone joining him (oh Myyyyyyyyyy) and 4th guy was makin’ it happen. LOL! I did not intend any of those pics.
So – Krystal took me seriously and we went covert – AKA – IM.
For the record, my post was:
“Feel BLAH! Never felt happier to get OUT of the laundromat. Blasted ‘Take me to Church’ on the way home, trying to shake some of the cobwebs loose and give me the energy to clean and put these clothes away. Then I’m putting as little clothing on as possible (no, not for sex appeal) and resting some more! I’m so hot.”
And here’s the back and forth:
Krystal: I’ve got that weird hazy head, strange heart thumping thing going. I hate this.
Me: I seriously was ok with this being on the wall. I’m sorry … yeah bonkers huh??? Fuzzy – hot – cold – hot – ears ringing – teeth feel loose – SO tired.
Krystal: I’m hoping its just indigestion or something. Doctors always blame it on panic attacks. However, I’m not panicking!
Me: heart pounding OMG!!!!!!! I had heartburn for the first time in YEARS on Friday and two days before that too! I never get that!
Me: Pre-menopause. Yeah – ug. I wish when our eggs were useless, we could just *poof* be done!
Krystal: Im like once every 2 months but she comes with a vengeance!
Krystal: I have a coworker who was on it fir 2 months straight.
Krystal: Well… I’m hoping it’s what causes “fuzzy.” Either that or I’m going to die young.
Me: Oh you are not! I think we must both have a bug
Krystal: I’m washing a quilt. One person smiled at me.
Krystal: This is kind of a grungy place
Krystal: I’m not fantastic. I learn from my mistakes. Omg, life analogy.
Me: I think sewing mistakes at least showed you cared to try, and yeah, life analogy right? Write!
Me: Right? I’m sorry sweetie. I’m lucky I get to chill right now. Oh, and butters is puking in the yard
Musings from the Laundromat: Fuzzy, hot and mean pink edition
I do not want to be here.
I’m tired, fuzzy, hot …
I’m late – super late. It’s after 10:30 and there is a strange vibe in the laundromat. A group in which no one is smiling.
Creepy.
AND all the washers I like to use were taken. I thought there were two, but a little old lady in pink said “These four are taken!”
She scared me a little. lol.
I stood in the middle of the tiled floor feeling all hot and fuzzy and lost.
Managed to cram my two loads into the “Triple Load Washers”. What a bunch of crap. I don’t know what they consider a ‘load’, but I know I was retrieving items from the floor and putting them back in at least 4 times. Everything just kept spilling out from the stupid front load machine and wouldn’t stay put.
Yesterday I was tired and out of sorts and put it down to a long Friday night chat – I stayed up way past my bedtime, but was very okay with that.
But today when Butters stood over me at 6 in the flipping morning, I still felt out of sorts and knew I had plenty of rest Saturday. Then I remembered I didn’t feel 100% on Friday.
Ringing in my ears, my teeth hurt and I had one of my spells. And felt hot.
So I’m going out on a limb here and assuming I probably only felt good during my late night chat because of the late night chat and I may very well have a little cold or something.
All I know is after I get home, the most pathetic of ‘cleaning’ will be done and I’m hitting the couch.
Seriously – NO ONE is smiling in here today! I tried smiling and peeking around to see if it was contagious … but no one was even looking. Probably a good thing because if they saw me sitting here alone smiling – they might think me odd.
Which I am.
But they don’t know me well enough to know that’s a good thing.
Mean pink lady just came and sat across from me with her husband. She is hacking and scowling and now apparently fetching her glasses. Doesn’t look like the husband cares what she’s gone to fetch.
Pressing Mute (But still playing in my head)
For as many topics as I’ve shared that have a tinge of sadness, you should know that I have the exuberance of a goofy dog who just heard “walk?” when it comes to happy matters of the heart.
It’s beyond exuberance – and after the initial high (compare it to that of a 4-year-old having consumed an entire pillow case full of Halloween candy) I have to remember that I live in the real world, and not everyone is on the same page as me.
I worry sometimes that my eagerness and energy might scare something precious away.
I take everything to the nth degree. I do.
I read too much into things people say – I chastise myself too much for things I say.
Constantly apologizing for not filtering or editing.
I just don’t play games you know?
If I’m in, I’m IN. Not just my feet. After having taken a dive, I’m up over my head and already finding new ways to move in the water. Waving and yelling at those on the sidelines “Come in!!! It’s awesome!”
I’m a handful.
Seriously.
You say one thing to me and I’ve dissected it and run at least 20 scenarios from it.
Tangent QUEEN.
Friends that know me and start to say “Have you considered …” will stop, because of course they know I have.
Considered it, riffed off of it and have a Rolodex of other thoughts that spawned off of that one.
Yup.
But the great thing is they rein me in a bit and try to help me focus like a grown up.
I’m also a hopeless romantic, in spite of the fact that I am still sans Prince. And in spite of the fact that I will go to my grave saying “I don’t need anyone.” When really, we all need someone. It just has to be the right someone.
I’ve joked in the past about a poor clerk checking me out (yeah, both ways – at once) and I’ve already played our whole life out in the time it took him to scan my few items and before I’ve even paid, we’ve broken up. In my head.
But the thing of it is – I can trust my gut.
In the past, I let myself ride the high knowing it wasn’t going to work out – because damn it, sometimes you just need to FEEL that hope right?
Now I’m finding myself cautious and turning my volume down from an 11 to maybe a 4 … because my gut says I need to.
And Ms. No Filter is going to filter. And not say anything more about that.
For now.
Watcha waiting for??
Had the most vivid dream last night. No, really, it was an entire MOVIE! With a title.
I usually dream I forgot my camera and see amazing things. Last night, I had my camera, and everything no one else could see, I could see through my lens. Which made me kind of a super hero.
I solved crimes – creepy ass crimes, but crimes none the less.
I saw ghosts, and past crimes through my camera.
Normal eyes could not see what I saw.
The name of my dream movie was ‘Exposed’.
Go ahead – use it. I’m not writing a screenplay anytime soon. Just give me a credit somewhere. lol. Also dreamed about a dilapidated house that I was fixing.
Both of these things are awesome.
I used to analyze dreams – and when you dream of a house, it’s you. Which room? More about you. Attic? Your head – thoughts … bathroom … what needs cleansing, ridding of … bedroom – romantic life or rest, depending on your wake state. Get it?
I was working on this house.
It was a seriously long night with an entire movie and fixing up my ‘house’.
Woke up with a positive attitude.
And a smile on my face.
And popped this song in the CD player of my car
SO how I’ve been feeling – from the writer’s block to not wanting to leave my home to realizing I have so much ahead of me. What AM I waiting for???
I’m ready to take a chance.
I’m ready for my turn.






Je suis ignorant
Jan 9
Posted by debaucherysoup
I guess you could classify this under social commentary, but I don’t think I’ve earned that right as I don’t participate enough in society.
If I’m ignorant when it comes to a topic, I admit it. If I’m ignorant when it comes to a topic, I try not to have an opinion until I’ve educated myself. And I mean IMMERSED and researched. All sides. All information I can find.
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My first reaction, as a writer, to the horror that occurred in Paris was to post ‘Je suis Charlie’ on my Facebook along with R.I.P.
Afterall, ‘Freedom of Speech!’ right?
I know what I’m told.
I know what I read.
I don’t know where people who tell me things learned the ‘things’.
I don’t know what is true and what is false when I am reading something.
Unless I know the person a story is about personally, and they’ve confided in me their motives and I’ve seen how they not only talk, but walk in life – I can’t believe anything I read or hear.
My friend Jake posted something today that had me chiming in. In lieu of screen shots, I’ll share the link, then the back and forth out of respect for keeping his full name and profile pic anonymous.
Here’s the link
Here’s the back and forth:
Me: (After not even reading the whole article) I love this comment:” #JeSuisAhmed, the policeman who died defending a magazine’s right to insult his religion and culture” Yeah. just horrible all around.
Jake: It’s so reactionary, so fucking ignorant
Jake: How is it that we can’t differentiate between martyring someone and enabling terrorist martyrs ?
Me: I’m lost now. I’m really not sure how I feel about any of this. I truly liked and agree with that comment.
Jake: It’s not easy – it’s so damn disturbing
Jake: Sorry I think I am not helping – I am angry at social media for simplifying this
Me: Bottom line for me – I’m torn. I think about the WWII cartoons of Jews … and how horrific that all turned out. Then I think of how radical the extremists are and no matter how offended they were, they still don’t get to come in and kill someone to edit them. They threatened, he stood his ground, they followed through. They don’t get to dictate that way. On the other hand, I think the press goes beyond freedom of speech sometimes and crosses over into the realm of ‘hate crime’ with their satire. Especially in the opinions of extreme believers. UG. It’s all so bonkers. Je suis Ahmed & Charlie. And open to hearing others opinions about it.
Jake: We have the luxury of witnessing violence without facing it often – I support everything you are saying here – and that’s exactly what i hoped for – intelligent thought, based in experience – and I know you have more than most
Me: wow. Thanks.
(I should clarify, this is a man who has traveled, whose opinion I value – who has, like me, experienced things outside of one country. He’s an artist and a writer and an dear friend. So my ‘wow thanks’ was sincere.)
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But I don’t deserve it.
I have nothing much to add to this conversation but my own struggles with what is black, what is white, what is grey – and most of it is grey. I can only share my confusion at the world.
My frustration with religion. My awe that there are people out there that believe SO strongly in something they are willing to die for it – be it not heeding a death threat or blowing themselves up.
I do not have that kind of Faith in anything.
I don’t.
I could go on and on and on. About almost envying that amount of Faith – about how there are extremists in ALL religions and beliefs. Westboro Church, do they get freedom of speech? Who decides what is appropriate and what is not appropriate?
If we’re against someone killing because they believe so strongly that they are right, does that mean we are against the death penalty?
I’m going to stop, because I’m ‘Tangent Queen’ as we know.
I know that I don’t know enough yet. Not to feel confident in having faith in a response or an opinion.
But what IS the difference between:
This
And this:
My ‘social commentary’ final thoughts:
There are extremists in every genre of society. I do not judge a belief system by the actions of a few.
I love life, liberty and humanity.
There still is SUCH good – Please watch this video filmed in Istanbul (grateful to have visited there years ago) and let’s take a mental bath! (Ironically, this was posted on my wall today for a different reason by my dear friend Betty. So glad I watched it. Please watch to the end if you can – for reasons …)
I know I could use a hug right now.
#Je suis CharMed.
Posted in Gratitude
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