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Vignette No. 1

oh dear I've done it now

OPENING SCENE:

So on our way up to Ladyparts, WI last weekend we stopped in Eau Claire (where my third son is interred) to pay our respects at the mausoleum. When we got there I realized I was ill-prepared...I had not picked up any flowers for his bronze vase. So Karren says "I don't think one of these old guys would mind if we took a bunch from the many they have." Being me, I thought WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT? Being Karren she immediately walked around the corner, looked to make sure no one was around, and then took a small bouquet of bright yellow fake tiger lilies from a vase overflowing with them.

My co-worker Dan says that is NOT EVEN REMOTELY FUNNY.

Bullet train to hell status: I am now one seat closer to the dining car where I hope to be serving cocktails.

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Vignette No. 1

oh dear I've done it now

OPENING SCENE:

So on our way up to Ladyparts, WI last weekend we stopped in Eau Claire (where my third son is interred) to pay our respects at the mausoleum. When we got there I realized I was ill-prepared...I had not picked up any flowers for his bronze vase. So Karren says "I don't think one of these old guys would mind if we took a bunch from the many they have." Being me, I thought WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT? Being Karren she immediately walked around the corner, looked to make sure no one was around, and then took a small bouquet of bright yellow fake tiger lilies from a vase overflowing with them.

My co-worker Dan says that is NOT EVEN REMOTELY FUNNY.

Bullet train to hell status: I am now one seat closer to the dining car where I hope to be serving cocktails.

.

Tatt Ho

Oh yes maam it does

 

 

Am recovering from quite a weekend. In the last six months I have been working with a non-profit started by a woman in my community whose daughter was murdered by her abusive boyfriend. (If you want to read more pick up this month's issue of Marie Claire magazine or go to their website...the story is titled "Desperately Seeking Becky"). She and I have been cohorts since the day she walked into my office at the Oconomowoc Focus with her convoluted story of murder and mayhem.

I am the president of her board and among other things she is a victim's advocate who travels to all the prisons in the state to talk to inmates about domestic violence. She was going WAY up north to two last weekend and wanted me to come along to get a taste of what it is like. Very interesting.

On a side note we ended up drinking with some local folks who took us to a tattoo party (as you would if spending the entire weekend in a truly Godforsaken corner of Wisconsin). Yes. Of course. You know I did it. Did you even have to ask if I got one?

 

Shall I write more vignettes from this weekend?

Tatt Ho

Oh yes maam it does

 

 

Am recovering from quite a weekend. In the last six months I have been working with a non-profit started by a woman in my community whose daughter was murdered by her abusive boyfriend. (If you want to read more pick up this month's issue of Marie Claire magazine or go to their website...the story is titled "Desperately Seeking Becky"). She and I have been cohorts since the day she walked into my office at the Oconomowoc Focus with her convoluted story of murder and mayhem.

I am the president of her board and among other things she is a victim's advocate who travels to all the prisons in the state to talk to inmates about domestic violence. She was going WAY up north to two last weekend and wanted me to come along to get a taste of what it is like. Very interesting.

On a side note we ended up drinking with some local folks who took us to a tattoo party (as you would if spending the entire weekend in a truly Godforsaken corner of Wisconsin). Yes. Of course. You know I did it. Did you even have to ask if I got one?

 

Shall I write more vignettes from this weekend?

Back from the Abyss

Me

 

I have not posted in eons...thot I would wander back and say Howdy Neighbors. My life has changed a bit and getting through that required a lot of my energy. Another divorce folks. Yes me and the Numister hit the skids last Fall. He became progressively less tolerant of my boys...and you all know that my boys outrank any man...even the beloved side-winding, bush-whacking, no-good-nik bum AKA husband number two.

I am full-on blonde.

I am still working for the state legislature...but hopefully not too much longer.

I have a new non-paying position as President of the Board for the Broken Wings Network.

There's more....will save it for tomorrow.

Back from the Abyss

Me

 

I have not posted in eons...thot I would wander back and say Howdy Neighbors. My life has changed a bit and getting through that required a lot of my energy. Another divorce folks. Yes me and the Numister hit the skids last Fall. He became progressively less tolerant of my boys...and you all know that my boys outrank any man...even the beloved side-winding, bush-whacking, no-good-nik bum AKA husband number two.

I am full-on blonde.

I am still working for the state legislature...but hopefully not too much longer.

I have a new non-paying position as President of the Board for the Broken Wings Network.

There's more....will save it for tomorrow.

Shrink wrapped

Bye Bye Birdie

Hey everyone! I took a hiatus this summer basically because I could not think of a darn thing to say. At least that would be at all interesting. And in fact, still cannot. Who knew dealing with all my issues would leave me so....boring? Or at least quiet.

I told my therapist that a few sessions ago, and she said that I need to be boring, I must be boring, that boring is, as I experience/interpret it, in fact not really boring at all. In fact, NORMAL people feel like this all the time. Not wracked with fear alternating with swan dives into vats of grief. NORMAL folks don't live in a constant state of near or flat-out hysteria. Who knew?

Can I just tell you I have spent the last few months sampling a smorgasbord of therapeutic delights....eye movement therapy for trauma, hypnosis, inner child work, shame release, reparenting....as well as all the usual talk-talk-talk.

And I am here to tell you I feel good. Not such a prisoner to emotions both old and new. The traumas are starting to fade and dissintegrate. The drama has left my way of thought, and the way I interpret things.

Call me crazy, but that shit really works.

Shrink wrapped

Bye Bye Birdie

Hey everyone! I took a hiatus this summer basically because I could not think of a darn thing to say. At least that would be at all interesting. And in fact, still cannot. Who knew dealing with all my issues would leave me so....boring? Or at least quiet.

I told my therapist that a few sessions ago, and she said that I need to be boring, I must be boring, that boring is, as I experience/interpret it, in fact not really boring at all. In fact, NORMAL people feel like this all the time. Not wracked with fear alternating with swan dives into vats of grief. NORMAL folks don't live in a constant state of near or flat-out hysteria. Who knew?

Can I just tell you I have spent the last few months sampling a smorgasbord of therapeutic delights....eye movement therapy for trauma, hypnosis, inner child work, shame release, reparenting....as well as all the usual talk-talk-talk.

And I am here to tell you I feel good. Not such a prisoner to emotions both old and new. The traumas are starting to fade and dissintegrate. The drama has left my way of thought, and the way I interpret things.

Call me crazy, but that shit really works.

Do these pants make my labia look fat?

i'm okay, you're okay

If you weren't completely depressed before this rant...please read on to feel the urge to open not one, but every vein in your arm. As if the plastic boob epidemic were not enough...we now have women going under the knife for designer vaginas (I just read this in the news people). To get their unacceptable and hideously not-right-enough labia and such altered surgically...so, what, it's way easier for the husband du jour to pretend he's poking a porn star or little girl? Are you telling me all the generations of child-bearing women before us of centuries, no eons past, were secret and utter disappointments to their men after childbirth?

Who can we blame for this last bit of soul-destroying insanity? Shall we blame the media? The porn industry, now more mainstream than ever? The plastic surgery industry cashing in on some people's complete self-loathing? Naw...let's place the blame squarely where it really belongs...with ourselves. Our collective sisterhood so weakened by foolishness and fractiousness that we cannot rally the troops or bring more into the fold of common sense, and a brand of feminism that strengthens all of us. Sheesh.

Do these pants make my labia look fat?

i'm okay, you're okay

If you weren't completely depressed before this rant...please read on to feel the urge to open not one, but every vein in your arm. As if the plastic boob epidemic were not enough...we now have women going under the knife for designer vaginas (I just read this in the news people). To get their unacceptable and hideously not-right-enough labia and such altered surgically...so, what, it's way easier for the husband du jour to pretend he's poking a porn star or little girl? Are you telling me all the generations of child-bearing women before us of centuries, no eons past, were secret and utter disappointments to their men after childbirth?

Who can we blame for this last bit of soul-destroying insanity? Shall we blame the media? The porn industry, now more mainstream than ever? The plastic surgery industry cashing in on some people's complete self-loathing? Naw...let's place the blame squarely where it really belongs...with ourselves. Our collective sisterhood so weakened by foolishness and fractiousness that we cannot rally the troops or bring more into the fold of common sense, and a brand of feminism that strengthens all of us. Sheesh.