I am officially in brain freeze, lock down, out to lunch, back in 20 minutes or whenever...
Condition brought on by debates, disillusion, daunting demands, dickheads, dog barking, runny nose, pounding headache, contruction workers next store, more pounding, spread sheets, spam, junk mail, bills, backache, lack of excercise, lack of desire, great weather outside I am not enjoying, more spread sheets, bad news, bad rhetoric, repitition, broken windshield, waiting on the phone for insurance claim, waiting, waiting some more, problems with my "self leveling suspension inoperable" what?!?
If I go lay down to get rid of this pounding headache I will be compelled to turn on the tube and peek at CNN, FOX, MSN, The Weather channel...and watch re-runs of the debate! No way! Just to be sure I heard it right? Never mind. Anything but that?
When I could be worrying about my middle daughter who is living her dream, my nightmare, with her "Joe Six Pack" boyfriend and his highly motivated friends... Well, actually that's not true. My imagination is running away with me now. Just came across this photo and it's really an old one at some goofy party she went to years ago. She's really got her act together and I love her boy friend and her dog, Cooper. She would have my hide if she saw that I posted this photo!
See, starting to feel better now. But all that other stuff is eating at me for sure. One could say, I am having an "off day." You know, "That one?!?"
So then, there's my youngest, 19, just moved in with her 34 year old rocker boyfriend, living above a porn shop in downtown, "Nowhere." This little fun fact is true!!! I am dead if she sees this. But it's all good, cool, really nice guy, they have a cat, Freddie...but my headache just keeps pounding away.
Should I just beckon Freaky Troll to make something to make me feel better? I was thinking some nice "Valium Cake" to go with my "Caffe Mocha Vodka Valium Latte to go?"
Is my 20 minutes up yet?


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It was brave of you to share this article. Demands, disillusionments, struggles, pains in the arse, heartaches and heartbreaks sometimes are lovingly concealed by our hope and humor in sharing them.
The lives of our children - even when they are “adult” and making “responsible” choices - seem to always be brewing somewhere, just beneath the surface of our thoughts and feelings. I swear the umbilical cord on some kids has a ghost twin that’s never cut.
Valium cake with a pint of Guinness would set a poor example. So I find choosing either hungry or thirsty is probably best.
I think days like you describe are why somebody decided to make a day 24 hours instead of one week long day with many sunsets and sunrises. We get many more fresh starts that way.
Thank you for your post.
Whenever I'm feeling totally out of sorts a good pounding works wonders. ;>)
But I love the Open Salon. When you're down and out, what are friends for?
And, yes, your daughters will kill you if they find out you posted their pics. They're both darling, and seem quite normal to me. So, your worry, though understandable, is probably needless.
Personally, I think the whole nation could use a collective Valium!
Does it help to tell you that most girls have a "young and stoopid" phase, and often we grow out of it? Okay, maybe not.
Here, have some tea. You got a good book to read? Here, put a pillow under your back. That's better. Here, have some chocolate. That always helps.
And no getting up missy, until you have had ALL that chocolate, you understand?
Mary, Wayne, Dennis, Lainey, Rich, Marnie - Thanks for your words of support and for the great laugh out loud you collectively gave to me with your wit and wisdom.
Friends and laughter are the best medicine! and I am here for you all any time (except when the OS site is down for maintenance!)
Liz, Thanks for the comforting words and reminding me about the "stupid phase..." Scary thing is, that when it came to me and men, that stupid phase had a really long shelf life. ARRRG!!!
Comfort food can be anything from spaghetti and meatballs to salade a la nicoise. My father's spaghetti with venison would do the trick.