Contemplation

Still having computer problems. My computer will just abruptly restart on a whim. It is so aggravating and I don't know how many posts were started for this blog and lost. I consider myself somewhat of a computer savvy and I am yet stumped. I spent the morning at church worrying about my modem and at our Cell meeting I had a minor slip up on the drinking front.

"One wine won't kill you," Hans told me persuasively.
"I guess one won't hurt," I replied as I drank a “crappy” class of red symbolic for the blood of Christ.

I felt like I had committed the carnal sin. I had given into the monster that can be my pancreatitus. It felt so wonderful though. I needed a release and that wine brought upon me a mellow calm.

"How are you holding out?" I then asked Denise.
"I came close to calling my father last night," she said. "This future homelessness is for the birds."

I wish I could offer Denise a home, but that would go over like a lead balloon with boulders.

Did I tell you how gorgeous today was? The sky is a beautiful blue with nary a cloud. The temperature is just perfect -- cool and not too hot, no wind to speak of. It almost makes me wish I were a squirrel and could enjoy this day forever, computer aside. Knowing my lover will soon arrive makes me selfish.

There is a fiasco with the camera. The lens doesn’t see what I see anymore. I used to see through a kaleidoscope. Not being too far from Cinderella dreams and Jane of The Jungle feelings…Sitting in my lawn chair, eating my fresh dills thinking that I was in a pickle, I yet worry about Denise.

Teresa.

I still want to be a rock star

I am a big eighties fan -- the music of my youth. I hear this song and I want to wear parachute pants, Air Jordans, and go hang out at the mall all weekend. Missing Persons was one of my favorite bands. Their music is the epitome of the sound that was characteristic of the eighties. Shannon says that this band gets on her nerves I listen The 80's so often.

Teresa

Nitwit

Ok, I thought I should blog this.

Just off the phone, "What is your favorite insect"????

Ummm... Me.

"No you nitwit [nittwhitt~ sp?], what is your favorite bug?"

"Um...Me because I irritate people"

Hung up on the obscure conversation....... Praymantis. Bar none; only because I see them and put them on my fingers. People get grossed out by it. Kewl. It's like holding snakes that you find in your back yard.

I kinda like spiders too. And Bumble Bees... People are confused by these little bumbling bees... they sting just as hard but I've never heard of a person being stung by one.. Have you?

Teresa

I honestly don't feel too good right now.

Bonnie, it really pisses me off that you tell me to let go of the past when I give you memories. It makes me physically sick after I leave you with anger.

This is my medium and you can't change it.

Remember when we went to Berford lake and you would have me swim to the rock? It was way over our heads but I swam to it with you holding onto my neck. We stood on it and waved. The water was only knee deep when we stood. I'm tired of rescuing you from your reality.

Let go......OK, but I kind of like the fact when I sit with my kids, I have memories that made me powerfull to them, when I tell stories. I'm proud as punch that they think that I was a little person too. They always ask me of the stories and you know we have lots.

So ya, F' off too. Try delivering just one child without an epidural...and when your child asks you about your past, don't tell them that you let it go. Then you can get pissed off with me all you want.

Teak er..... my name is Mom, not yours!

Mind Think

My little one says......"Mommy, I've got too much time to waste than to be doing nothing." "When I was in your tummy, I choose you".

Shannon asks...."Did I ever say anything brilliant?"

"Ya you did............You said, when you were just 2......"

"Mom, I can still see the sky through the clouds".

"Yes you can". [great big honking hug ... giggled together with a little school paste(ya know the one...where you had to depress on the little red top lip to help it leak)].

I think she is more clever than what she thinks. Well...brilliant [she's mine]. I'm impressed.

Teresa.

Just to laugh

Where is Buckwheat when I need him?

Personal invasion

Coming back home to find this was not pleasant. I'll leave it for a while only because you felt you needed to say something. And I think it makes you look stupid.

I've changed my password.

Where was I?....obviously I was away.

Stay off my feelings....this Blog is mine. Got it? My name is spelled without the "TH" although being called "The" gives me power. The woman......the female....the, Me.

The Teresa

waaa...tish..........[hear my thwhip?]

To Urkel or to not Urkel...

That is the question.

Word History: The word nerd, undefined but illustrated, first appeared in 1950 in Dr. Seuss's If I Ran the Zoo: "And then, just to show them, I'll sail to Ka-Troo And Bring Back an It-Kutch a Preep and a Proo A Nerkle a Nerd and a Seersucker, too!" (The nerd is a small humanoid creature looking comically angry, like a thin, cross Chester A. Arthur.) Nerd next appears, with a gloss, in the February 10, 1957, issue of the Glasgow, Scotland, Sunday Mail in a regular column entitled "ABC for SQUARES": "Nerd—a square, any explanation needed?" Many of the terms defined in this "ABC" are unmistakable Americanisms, such as hep, ick, and jazzy, as is the gloss "square," the current meaning of nerd. The third appearance of nerd in print is back in the United States in 1970 in Current Slang: "Nurd [sic], someone with objectionable habits or traits.... An uninteresting person, a 'dud.'" Authorities disagree on whether the two nerds—Dr. Seuss's small creature and the teenage slang term in the Glasgow Sunday Mail—are the same word. Some experts claim there is no semantic connection and the identity of the words is fortuitous. Others maintain that Dr. Seuss is the true originator of nerd and that the word nerd ("comically unpleasant creature") was picked up by the five- and six-year-olds of 1950 and passed on to their older siblings, who by 1957, as teenagers, had restricted and specified the meaning to the most comically obnoxious creature of their own class, a "square."