hey! there’s still hope!
Monthly Archive for March, 2007
here’s how I torture Sadie on a nightly basis.
here’s how I torture myself:
I am trying to imagine the meeting that took place, those many months ago, as you discussed setting a date for the marathon. I’m told that you consulted with local businesses, so that the route of the race as well as the timing would disrupt them as little as possible. Perhaps that is why, instead of having the race bright and early on a Saturday morning, you chose instead to have it on a Sunday morning.
And then planned the route smack dab in the middle of one of the highest church concentrations in the city of Atlanta.
You FUCKING MORONS, HOW COULD YOU BE SO STUPID??? JUST HOW DEEP WAS YOUR HEAD UP YOUR COLLECTIVE ASSES WHEN YOU DREAMED UP THAT PARTICULAR GEM, HUH? DID YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT? DID YOU REALIZE THAT THIS IS THE FUCKING SOUTH, AND EVERYONE FUCKING GOES TO CHURCH SUNDAY MORNINGS, AND THERE ARE 20 FUCKING CHURCHES ALONG THE ROUTE AND THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE THAT WOULD CAUSE SOME TRAFFIC ISSUES??? YOU FUCKING WASTES OF SPACE!!!!
So after sitting in non-moving traffic for an hour, and long abandoning hope of making it to the choir warm up, I gave up on making it to church all together and waited until we inched along to the point where I could turn around. And speed away angrily at around 60mph. If I had gotten pulled over by a cop, I would be in jail right now. THAT’S how mad I was.
So instead of church, I drove to Ace hardware (the absolute best hardware store ever. seriously, the one near me has the BEST customer service, SOOO much better than Home Depot) and bought plants. Flowers, actually. I’m giving up on my herbs this year - most of them shrivel and die in the midsummer sun, anyway - though it looks like the parsley, oregano, chives, and surprisingly the rosemary are making a comeback from last year.
Today’s bright sun and temperatures in the 80s inspired me. I want flowers! I want luscious plants that will thrive in heat and sun! And of course, the woman there was MORE than helpful. Within minutes I had a red wagon loaded up with my gorgeous flowers. And this is the result (very image heavy):
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“let’s see…well, I’m 14 years old and pregnant, and my worthless ‘boyfriend’ took off when he found out, and I really want to finish school and have a good future for myself soo…I guess I’ll just go to the clinic and…oh…wait…sweet! Never mind!”
how dumb is texas, really?
I want to live the adventures that the erectile dysfunction drug spammers want me to live.
The Stainless Steel Rats are always at the service of those in with fatigue I was grateful that we made our way through the tunnels Gascap? You want to fill the tank on a groundcar? All aboard, I said as I led the way. He nodded as he passed me my glass of juice. this wicked world. Overlaid by a growing crescendo of drums and ending with a crack of Youre on. I unstuck my canteen and took a swig, then whistled to trundling back to Iron John. What was going to happen now? plastic. Thanks, I said. honor above all other honors. Hurry, gentlemen. But first brush your hour. others where they slumped on the deck beside our backpacks. The and stretched, scratched at his beard then went off on his mission. I Fido, breakies. greeter of strangers to Paradise, and we are not your usual goaty Anyway-champagne and a cigarette thats not my last request. here. Grab weapons because we might have trouble getting out of town
Pretty exciting, huh?
