Brain farts.
Bubble headed moments.
When you were going to say something…
and then lost it!
Memory is such a fickle thing.
I wonder what I was talking about?
Brain farts.
Bubble headed moments.
When you were going to say something…
and then lost it!
Memory is such a fickle thing.
I wonder what I was talking about?
Differences of opinions.
The unwillingness to compromise.
The inability to see the others point of view.
The child wants to stay home.
I insist school it is.
So a fight ensues
and no one wins.
I always tried to heal myself
without using Pharmaceutical help.
That is until my doctor
pointedly expressed how dangerous
it was to ignore them.
Headaches were the worst
and history of my family
means to lessen the likelihood
of a stroke
I better take the pill.
So as long as I don’t abuse the pills
I should be fine
and this headache will go away.
Right?
I looked.
I could not understand.
What was it
that made it so confusing?
The lines made sense.
I was sure of it.
My head hurt
but this only made it worse.
I tried to figure it out again.
Maybe I’ll have more luck
with my bank statement tomorrow.
Not my most redeeming quality
is my ability to remember
every single little embarrassing moment
that has occurred over my life.
When do I remember these details?
Why just as I am about to fall asleep
or after work where
obviously Everyone was talking
about me behind my back!
Brain is too busy and body to weak
to fight back.
Sleep, even if nightmares, please come soon!
The ability to continue
despite all odds.
Or the stubbornness
or unwillingness
to call it quits.
Being sick makes these decisions harder
but work calls and so I go.
Not wanting to be bored.
Finding amusement
even at the expense or laughter of others.
Childish and rambunctious.
Not always being polite
but trying to be cute enough
to get away with the mischief.
Is it my cat and my child?
Staring straight at me.
Big golden eyes.
Reflections seen within those orbs.
No idea what thoughts are behind them.
Curiousity is fulfilled when she steps on my keyboard.
I erased her keystrokes.
She’s staring at me now
from behind the computer screen.
Oh beautiful cat eyes
what joy you bring me!
Thou shalt not take the Lord’s name in vain.
So I make up random phrases that mean the same thing.
Sugar Booger is one of my favorites.
But not everyday can you use a non-standard curse.
These are the days when things are monumentally crazy.
This is when the stops are pulled
and out comes
Son of a Beetle, Giraffe, Antelope, Watermelon, Fridge maker Jeeeeeee…..pers!
Is the price of inflation
so bad that two dollars
is not enough for a bottled water?
Taxes and deposits
increase the price
until your money is gone.
Spent and drained
no one is immune to prices
going up and up.
When it is
your last two dollars
you learn the value of money the hard way.