LsOA
And so I've been on a sort of mini-leave of absent. It would seem that many others are doing the same. Some have even threatened to leave for good. As such the blogger world goes. I miss you guys.
I'm working diligently to promote my current line of jewelry and a few other irons are in the fire. The girls are out of school for the summer and gas has exceeded $4.00/gallon. This means that the three of us are cooped up quite regularly, during the week. Of course, that means that we must each escape to our perspective bedrooms, on occassion, in order to keep a harmonious balance within the walls. Mama and Daddy have their beach house all dolled up, now; although my mother will never consider it truly completed. There will be many shopping ventures, flea market and yard sale hunts, classified scannings for bargains...all for junk that she probably will never need, but will always find too tempting to resist. As much as they keep pestering us to come stay a weekend, even with their insistence that we need no other money than for gasoline, we simply can't afford the $200+it would take to drive there and back and all the jaunts in between. As my mother cries money woes of her own, I do believe she "doth protest too much".
I'm on grandmother watch, this week. Sharing the duty equally with one of my aunties. Grandma is recently home from yet another week+ stay at the hospital. While each time, I look at her sunken eyes and pale complexion and believe it may be her last, she fights back in that stubborn way of hers. She tries to laugh and cut up with us; all the while, feeling miserable from all the aches and pains of old age and the almost unbearable discomfort of the end stages of congestive heart failure. My grandmother, however, is what us southern folks would call a catbird. Despite the many definitions available at any of the search engines, a catbird (at least in the south) is someone who is tenacious, determined, somewhat stubborn and very humorous in his or her actions when defending an opinion. Or something like that. "My uncle was quite the catbird in his older age, as he could convince you the sky was green and the trees were blue with a gleam in his eye and a snicker to follow." Each night, I dreadfully anticipate a call from Auntie or a kind healthcare worker, letting me know that it's time. Yet, each morning, I awake to find she is still alive and doing fine. And so, for her, I dedicate this little ditty to her own tenacity, determination and open-mindedness:
And the sign says "long hair freaky people need not apply"
So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine outstanding young man I think you'll do
So I took off my hat I said "Imagine that Huh Me working for you"
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
And the sign says "Anybody caught trespassing will be shot on sight"
So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house, Hey! What gives you the right
To put up a fence And keep me out Or to keep Mother Nature in
If God was here He'd tell it to your face Man You're some kind of sinner
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
Oh Say now mister Can't you read
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't watch No You can't eat You ain't supposed to be here
And the sign says "You got to have a membership card to get inside" Huh
And the sign says "Everybody welcome Come in Kneel down and pray"
But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and paper And I made up my own fucking sign
I said Thank you Lord for thinking about me I'm alive and doing fine
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
(Signs, by Tesla; originally recorded by Five Man Electrical Band - lyrically incorrect but close enough)
I'm working diligently to promote my current line of jewelry and a few other irons are in the fire. The girls are out of school for the summer and gas has exceeded $4.00/gallon. This means that the three of us are cooped up quite regularly, during the week. Of course, that means that we must each escape to our perspective bedrooms, on occassion, in order to keep a harmonious balance within the walls. Mama and Daddy have their beach house all dolled up, now; although my mother will never consider it truly completed. There will be many shopping ventures, flea market and yard sale hunts, classified scannings for bargains...all for junk that she probably will never need, but will always find too tempting to resist. As much as they keep pestering us to come stay a weekend, even with their insistence that we need no other money than for gasoline, we simply can't afford the $200+it would take to drive there and back and all the jaunts in between. As my mother cries money woes of her own, I do believe she "doth protest too much".
I'm on grandmother watch, this week. Sharing the duty equally with one of my aunties. Grandma is recently home from yet another week+ stay at the hospital. While each time, I look at her sunken eyes and pale complexion and believe it may be her last, she fights back in that stubborn way of hers. She tries to laugh and cut up with us; all the while, feeling miserable from all the aches and pains of old age and the almost unbearable discomfort of the end stages of congestive heart failure. My grandmother, however, is what us southern folks would call a catbird. Despite the many definitions available at any of the search engines, a catbird (at least in the south) is someone who is tenacious, determined, somewhat stubborn and very humorous in his or her actions when defending an opinion. Or something like that. "My uncle was quite the catbird in his older age, as he could convince you the sky was green and the trees were blue with a gleam in his eye and a snicker to follow." Each night, I dreadfully anticipate a call from Auntie or a kind healthcare worker, letting me know that it's time. Yet, each morning, I awake to find she is still alive and doing fine. And so, for her, I dedicate this little ditty to her own tenacity, determination and open-mindedness:
And the sign says "long hair freaky people need not apply"
So I put my hair under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine outstanding young man I think you'll do
So I took off my hat I said "Imagine that Huh Me working for you"
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
And the sign says "Anybody caught trespassing will be shot on sight"
So I jumped the fence and I yelled at the house, Hey! What gives you the right
To put up a fence And keep me out Or to keep Mother Nature in
If God was here He'd tell it to your face Man You're some kind of sinner
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
Oh Say now mister Can't you read
You got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't watch No You can't eat You ain't supposed to be here
And the sign says "You got to have a membership card to get inside" Huh
And the sign says "Everybody welcome Come in Kneel down and pray"
But then they passed around a plate at the end of it all
And I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and paper And I made up my own fucking sign
I said Thank you Lord for thinking about me I'm alive and doing fine
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
Signs Signs
Everywhere there's signs
Fucking up the scenery
Breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that
Can't you read the sign
(Signs, by Tesla; originally recorded by Five Man Electrical Band - lyrically incorrect but close enough)
posted by Hazed at 7/08/2008 10:34:00 AM
2 Comments:
I think you just might be a "catbird" yourself Amy. To me it's interesting to hear how a typical US family like your own is being affected by the increased price of gasoline (petrol to the English). Over here the economic climate seems so much gloomier than it was a year ago.
I hear ya on the gas prices! Craziness!
Just wanted to check in and say "hi"! :)
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