Fourteen

She rolled her eyes,
And shook her head.
Listening to me talk,
Her mind full of dread.

She didn't care,
What I had to say.
Plotting her escape.
How to get away.

Hot tempered, opinionated,
And stubborn is she.
Sensitive and smart,
Just like her mother, me.

Mystifying and relaxed
Anger fades as soon as started.
Comforting, loving
Forgotten angst soon departed.

Years gone by, we'll have a laugh
Happy that, they did pass.
How being fourteen she did sass,
And very nearly kicked our ass.

Ever have one of those days?

Two in one day wow...this is actually from the other day..

And to update, husband now has a cast on his wrist, a black one. He said it is the most popular color.

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Yesterday was one of those days. It started well, got home from work (I work the night shift) and had some breakfast, had a chat with a friend on line, and bought tickets to see the group Keane.

Of course buying the tickets was a bit of a chore. It was a presale for members of their website. My daughter is a big fan and a member of their site, but when they went on sale she was at school so I couldn't log on. I also didn't know the special password they wanted inorder to purchase the tickets. Finally I decided it was just easier to join the site myself (it is free) and after reading thru endless posts found the special password and bought the tickets.... Not a bad price either but the charges they add on is appalling. I could have bought another ticket for the all the charges.....I could rant on about that but won't....today. The show is in May at the Bank North Pavillion in Boston, which is outdoors so it should be a good time. I am going with my favorite concert mates...my two daughters. We usually make a day of it and "do" Boston at the same time. We take the train in and enjoy lunch and a wander around..should be fun.

Then the day turned sour... I was sleeping and was awoken suddenly by oldest daughter screaming she couldn't breath. I jump out of bed and find her lying on the stairs on her stomach moaning and crying. The stairs have a turn in them so she is on the landing part. I tell her she has knocked the wind out and she needs to roll over and relax. She does and starts to relax but stays on the floor. Meanwhile I start picking the food off the floor. She was carrying a plate of American chop suey and salad. Yuck..I pick it up with my fingers and wipe down the splattered walls and floor. She has hurt her back and after dosing her with some Advil she seems to calm down.

Not long after that I get a call from the husband, he has fallen on some stairs at work and hurt his back and wrist and is on the way to the ER, can I meet him there so i can drive him home. No.. the oldest (who just fell) has to be at work at 2 and the youngest has an orthodontist appt at 1:40. Cancel the ortho he suggests...No it is already a reschedule. He hangs up on me. Can't be at three places at once. I am a good multitasker but not that good.

Ok drop off youngest at ortho and take the oldest to work, driving back to the ortho the youngest is texting me "where are you etc"...I ignore it and go get her. She could have walked back to the school but I wanted her there while I scheduled the next appt and paid the bill, only one payment left yay. I drop her off at school again as there is some activity after school she wants to go to. best take the late bus I say as I am off to the ER to get dad and who knows how long that will take. no problem she says I have my house keys..wonders never cease.

Now off to ER, I finally find him on a gurney in the hallway, apparently the ER is busy and no rooms left. He is looking very pale..and in a lot of pain. Now I do sympathize I have twisted and broken more things on my body than I care to admit but you would think no one has ever had as much pain as he has..... I won't post the ensuing conversation...t&c and all. lol. Anyway turns out he has huge bruise on his back it is even swollen, and a fractured wrist...home finally with a splint and pain meds. We still have to go back at some time to get his car. Lucky for him it is his left wrist (he is right handed) I just hope he can still cook. :@@:

I have now had little sleep and have to work again that night. Today he is home from work, the youngest is home sick and still sleeping and the oldest is at school. Maybe nothing will happen if I am lucky. Fingers crossed.

Drunkin' Donuts

I go to a particulart Dunkin Donuts most nights on my way to work. They are fine, I mostly get the coffee I want. They have forgotten an occasional bagel or given me the wrong muffin but they usually make up for it the next time if I say something. The man who works there is pleasant, has a nice word and off I go to work.


Unfortunately he can't work every night and they have hired a new woman to work his off nights. She is the worst. She often forgets to turn her mic on so you sit at the order board and wait a few thinking she is busy. The last time this happened I drove to the window and knocked. I ask "Is the mic working?" She takes off the head set and flips on the switch and gives me a dumb smile. I give her my order, medium coffee with milk. "No sugar" she asks. "no sugar," I answer. After what seems like forever she brings me my coffee and I hand her two dollars and she looks at the register as if she has never seen one. As she finally makes change it takes forever..seems talking to the other customer inside is more fun...he is holding his coffee btw. I tap on the window and she comes to life and hands me my change. I tell her I will be looking for a new Dunkin' Donuts. "Sorry" she says never losing the grin.

Now this isn't the first time this woman has annoyed me. The first couple of times when I would order I would have to drive around and give the order face to face anyway .... seems English isn't her language. I am not sure what it is and don't care. If she doesn't have command of the language she shouldn't be waiting on customers. One time she had to write the price on a napkin as I couldnt understand what she was telling me. Couldnt she be making the donuts somewhere? I am all for being employed but do a job you are equiped to do. I won't be driving a tracker trailer anytime soon, since I can barely drive my car....

I went back tonight to the same Dunkin' Donuts..it really is the most convenient one for me at that time of night and the guy was working. Yahoo.. I got to the window and said "that new woman is useless" he gives me a half smile and says. "We know" Seems I am not the first to complain. Did I mention English isn't his language either but I have never had a problem understanding him.

I guess I will take my chances and keep going...maybe they will find a new postiton for this woman and get someone who seems bright enough to pour coffee.

Easier

It is always easier to walk away
Than to speak and and let me hear you say

The words that I want to hear
Whispered to me in my ear.

I beg and plead but you are deaf
Which leaves me confused and bereft.

Do you not care to touch
Just say so, you owe me that much.

The thoughts that are in my mind
May be wrong but you don't talk you seem blind

Tell me now and end the strain
This kind of life leads only to pain

Tears they fall from my eyes
And another days ends full of lies

Dawn

Don't you ever hear me cry,
Quietly at night
And wonder why.

Laying close and yet so far,
Cold and distant
Gnawing at my heart, leaving a scar.

Morning dawns with the usual quiet,
Making our way
My minds a turmoil, a riot.

We live our seperate lives,
In the same place and time
Occasionally together, the place arrives.

The realization is deep,
And the tears are gone.
Another fresh dawn I awake from my sleep.

Toys

Toys aren't just for kids anymore,
They are fun for adults to explore.

Take the time to have some fun,
What a better world for everyone.

Kyaks, bikes, tvs and balls,
Naughty or nice, where ever your heart falls.

Vary your fun, you won't be bored,
Get rid of the tension you have stored.

Don't let anyone tell you how to play,
To each his own, it's the only way.

So make yourself number one,
And don't delay have some fun.

Random thoughts and I had a poem published!

Just some random thoughts today. It is Valentines Day, well it was, and no romance or chocolates from the husband. It is ok really because I didn't buy him one either. We aren't the romatic types. Sometimes I wish we/he were/was, but it is what it is. I spent the day doing a few chores around the house, which for me is a bit of an accomplishmeht, I am not much on chores. The rest of the day I spent in and out of conciousness, watching 24. I bought the first two seasons recently to watch while I am laid up after my knee injections and have become hooked on it. (the injections are to help preserve what little cartilage is left in my knee and you are required to stay put, with the leg elevated for 24 hours, no the irony of the tv show 24 is not lost on me) Anyway, I started watching it last Tuesday (injection #2) and have watched it when I can since then. Today being a lazy day I watched a fair amount. This coming Tuesday I get injection #3, the final one. I might just have to buy season three to have something to watch. (Not that the DVR player isn't full of recorded shows) This also brings me to the picture on my blog. The one by my profile. I got the idea from another blog, a woman's, who has a hunky picture of Chuck Norris. He isn't my thing but I thought I would rather have some hunky guy on my blog than a picture of me. So now I have a picture of Carlos Bernard, who plays Tony Almieda on 24. Enjoy him as I do, and maybe I will switch it around from time to time. Suggestions welcome.

Tomorrow is Sunday and I have to tackle a chore I have been putting off for too long, clean my desk. I have piles of cds around it and papers multiplying rapidly. I need to see if the printer is working as well. I hate this printer but it is fairly new so I am stuck with it. It is twitchy and drives me insane. One minute it works the next it says it isn't connected. BS I see that it is plugged into the pc. It is an HP and I will never buy another one. The kids keep bugging me to get it hooked up as they have school papers to print and concert tickets (Britney Spears) to print. They have been using flash drives and printing at school. I have uninstalled and reinstalled this printer countless times. So maybe one more time is the charm.

The piles of cds is due to the fact that during the historic ice storm we had this winter my itunes got messed up big time. The links between the songs and itunes have gone missing and the only way to get them back is to reload the cds...or so I am told by a techie geek kid I know. So I dragged out all the cds and one buy one reloading them. I must admit I am tempted not to do some of the kids music (see above Britney Spears) but I suppose being the great (lol) mom I am I will. The husband is tired of the piles and I am too at this point so I suppose I will get to it tomorrow, which is actually today now. (I don't sleep well but that is another story for another day) The good thing is if I look busy I can get out of other house chores like vaccuming (the kids claim I don't know how to turn it on, I do shh) and I get to spend the day on line, chatting with friends or playing backgammon with strangers, (I am getting quite good, at backgammon)

I guess that is it for now, hope whoever reads it gets a bit of a chuckle or a sigh. I am sure I will be back to the depressing poetry soon enough....and speaking of which I would like to mention I actually got a poem published!!!

I entered a poetry contest in a local free newspaper and although I didn't win they published some that were top contenders, and mine was one of them. The poem I submitted was Clarity? It is posted here in October or November, can't remember. I have to admit I am quite chuffed. It is the first time I have ever submitted anything. Might just try again sometime.

Senses

With eyes wide open,
How blind can you be.
Or is it an act,
You've perfected for me.

I speak my mind,
With a silent voice.
Your ears are closed,
I have no choice.

Your hands grown cold,
And no longer touch.
Reaching out, why bother,
Doesn't get me much.

Lips that speak sharp,
No understanding or grace.
The kisses quick,
Contempt in your face.

My senses are crisp,
And unfortunately see.
The things that are no longer,
Between you and me.

Is it too late,
To reconnect our hearts.
Or do we live our lives,
As seperate parts.

Is it up to you?
Do you open your eyes?
And see the senses,
That tell no lies.

Girls

Girls definitely have the most fun,
I know this without a doubt.
Somethings I can openly tell
Best not let the others out.

Shoes and purses,
We like to buy.
I have too many,
I will not lie.

Exasperated the husband will say,
"Another purse, tell me why?"
I just smile and casually reply,
"It made me honey, I was forced to buy."

As for the things,
I cannot tell.
My lips are sealed,
Only women know them well.

How can I say this,
And be discreet.
But when it happens
It's a real treat.

I'll leave it at that
For you to construe.
The conclusions drawn,
Are up to you.

Beauty and pampering,
With secrets beguiling.
Are what make girls special,
And keep us smilng.

Amaretto

Ameretto is my preferred drink today,
Only the best when I can't play.

On the rocks to keep it chilled,
And a sturdy glass, don't want any spilled.

The brand of choice is Disaronno of course,
Quarter of the bottle gone and no remorse.

The ice doesn't have time to melt,
And straight to the brain til no pain felt.

After this glass I'll take my leave,
I think I have earned this hazy reprieve.

Tomorrow it's back to my real life,
Employee, mother and sometimes wife.

Resolution

The angst in my life,
Is what often inspires.
The things that I write,
The sorrows, desires.

It seems the sadness,
Often prevails
The joys and delignts
Lost in daily details.

What gives me joy?
I need to remember.
Not let my happiness
Smolder to a cold ember.

Life is too short
Not to fully emerse.
And kick angst in the "angst"
Then let it disperse.

It may be a bit late,
To make a New Years resolution.
Better late than never,
From now on ME is my constitution.

Farewell

Farewell my friend,
I am going away.
It may sound dramatic,
But it is better this way.

To any who read this,
And think it is them.
There won't be an outing
No reason to condemn.

I treasure my friends.
For who ever they are.
The part that they play,
From near and afar.

As they ebb and flow,
With the tides of time.
Each leaves a mark
In this life sublime.

Most friends delight me,
And offer direction.
These friends I cherish,
By returning affection.

There is always one,
All they do is take.
Wasting your soul
For their own sake.

To this friend I say,
Farewell to your malice.
Let someone else be martyr
In your ice palace.

I walk away,
And with few tears.
And be thankful I'm smarter,
Immune to your jeers.

Misunderstood

Often times I'm misunderstood,
And I wish it wasn't so.
You see it's just my filters broke,
And the thoughts, they just flow.

You should see inside my head,
It's a jumble, a tangled mess.
The good, the bad, the ugly,
Honest thoughts more or less.

Once in a while they get the best of me,
And people stop and stare.
"What did she just say"
Opps, sorry I wasn't aware.

Luckily, I have good friends,
Who know me very well.
And when those thoughts escape me,
Shake their heads and laugh "oh well."

So if you happen to hear me,
Utter a gaff or a blunder.
Please be patient and understand,
And my reply may make you wonder.