Dear Mr. President..
(This was the note that was handed to President Obama from a member of the occupy movement. Although I do not completely agree with the Occupy movement I most certainly agree with the last four lines.
Big Head
So back about oh 12 years ago my older sister slammed her finger in the car door as we arrived to my grandmother’s house and she eagerly dashed out the car. Well little evil me I laughed because that is well the sibling thing to do laugh when the other one who may I mention is habitually mean to you and makes you eat all sort of random sigusting things and chases you around with Easter grass which she knows your afraid of! But that is another story.
Anyways I’ll never forget getting “the look” from my grandmother to hush up my giggling or my sister screaming as my grandmother took her to the bathroom to get her ‘fixed up’ Well yesterday evening after getting home from dinner with my older Sister I was walking up the stairwell to my apartment because I hate taking the elevator and especially hate that awkwardness of being with strangers in a elevator. I was lugging my purse and a case of water also with me, and well as I reached my floor and was eager to put the heavy load I was hauling down I reached for the door handle. The door opened for me a crack, and I decided to test out my cat like reflexes,turns out I have none. The door slammed shut right on my ring finger turning my nail initially a light purple color.
At first the pain wasn’t much more than that caused from a headache but fast forward a few hours and I’m awoken with the urge to scream at the top of my lungs given that it is roughly 4:00AM I opt for silently running through my dictionary of cuss words and making a “Ooooh” sound over and over again. My figner has swelled three times its size and my nail is now black which ironically is one of my favorite shades to wear (my optimistic moment :) I am now saved time from having to paint that one nail) Well that morning I fell asleep with a bag of frozen green beans next to my head where I had my swollen appendage nestled underneath.
Long story short, I would like to take this moment to say sorry Mar Mar for laughing at you when we were kids. This shit sucks.
Dear Mr. President..
(This was the note that was handed to President Obama from a member of the occupy movement. Although I do not completely agree with the Occupy movement I most certainly agree with the last four lines.
Its the happy place to pee… And make friends with bacteria…
Tosh is my therapy
From Flux 2011
Anyone who has ever had to share a desk, telephone, cubicle whatever have it be knows of the joy and burdens and plain grotty and sometimes just plain questionable things that come along with it. Well as of lately I have experienced them all in less than one nine hour workday..
The Burdens- paperwork mates. That sixty three page profit report you had generated is now locked into one neatly messed pile of whatever your co-worker had.
The Joy- When your co-worker leaves his Facebook page open on his computer screen….. This is more exciting for co-workers who are not Facebook friends…Nice pics btw :p
The grotty- rummaging around for a pen only to triumphantly hold in your hand a pen that has been chewed on…
The plain questionable- Said pen has Errr ‘chunks’ chewed into it… BBQ sauce and plastic anyone???
Here’s wishing all a happy and profitable workday.
Life is like the weather forecast you can check it every 3 minutes, prepare yourself for what is expected, prepare for the elements that we are told will be.
Mother Nature however is on her own agenda
Yea, pack that umbrella, now you can face the rain.
It’s raining as you put foot to concrete, but you have your umbrella
You’re dry
Now
You’re shielded from the rain falling on top of you
But the wind decides to go for a run
He blows the rain that you blocked with your umbrella above to the left side,
Tilt the umbrella
It’s useless…. He’s changed course
He’s got you at all directions.
Arrive at your destination wet
A peer says didn’t you have an umbrella?
-Big Head
One of my favorite covers of Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang” by one of my favorite bands.
Flash back jam, that is still oh so relatable.
