Ouch...

Hmm not a story. Had to go way back into my archives to find this poem. I had a toothache but well it's good for other aches and pains too.

OUCH

oh

ow

yeah I know

I'm a big baby

baby

so I don't care

It frikin hurts

I'm being a big baby

baby

I want you to hold my hand

and so I want you to hug my frickin neck

yeah because this is overwhelminglly painful

I don't do

doctors

dentists

or needles

I HATE Needles

oh that made me hurt

worse

it hurts

even my hair hurts
my hair

how

why

what did I do to any one

yes I took two extra strenght tylenols'

that should kick in a minute

i just want the heating pad

and the couch

and it to stop hurting

and to put my head in somebodies lap

and have them rub my cheek\

and watch Craig Ferguson with me

and bring me soup

and not crackers

the crunch makes my head hurt

you can imagine what I think about the

Captain Crunch ;your dumping in that bowl.

and actually fixing to crunch

eventhough I told you

to

please

don't

it

hurts.

lol

oh

mercy

please

what

ever you do

just

dont

please

dont

make

me

laugh.

i am soooo oh yo yo yo right now. and darlin y y y you are sooooo yes yes yes



oh mercy this hurts





IC 2-18-08


Get better soon.




Note please. IC is the same as IronChassis. I was writing as IC before Author Ann.

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Hmmm....I feel another story coming on....

"Come dancing..."

Writing 2night

Stay tuned

The next morning you come out of lust's undertow and...

...if you're lucky you find magic snoring next to you.


I did it. I did it. I did it.

Unlike the sad story in the songs?

I got to put feet in the most beautiful water on Earth.

I got my water from the Gulf to christen the boat.

I got to spend time on one of the most beautiful beaches on Earth.

It's been such a long time.







"She bitch slapped me
Then she drew me through the undertow.
Spit me out on a beach somewhere
I was dazed and sore
From her embrace
Yet all I could say was "...more..."
Her eyes they are green like the water I've seen
Of the coast of a Florida shore.
And her hair it hangs tangled
Like seaweed

She's like sugar mixed with sand
She scratches you on the way down
And smells of coconut rum
This one bites you
And that bite will delight you
As she walks long the shore in the sun
But never forget that the sweet that awaits you
Will scrape you and burn you my son.

You'll drink her all up
And she'll make you drunk
Then you'll throw up
The worst of her fun
But the drink will make hazey
The worst of the memory
And all you'll have left is the fun.

7 July 2010
AuthorAnn

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Okay I've started writing this and will let it settle for later edit. Going outside to do some stuff and enjoy the sunshine.

But there is something for you to think about.

I don't have to be miserable to write. The best that comes from here is when I'm happily telling stories.
And I have my daily dose of beach and sex.

Sunsilly.

:D







It's good.

Gotta go.

by Author Ann
7/7/2010

Internet rumors ...sure footed WaterBabies...Laying out by the pool

And you thought that private school tution was wasted???



Sure footed Water Boobies
Pick their way through the surf
Black socks
The waterline
For a Jaded Coasties mirth
Long legged Preeners
Roost on chases by the pool
Hiphop Parties
The watermark for cool

I sit on this blanket
And I watch all the fun
Slather on the SPF
And soak up the sun
39 days and counting
Til I head back to school
Youtubes of time well spent.
Laying out by the pool.

July 7, 2010
written by Author Ann

Sigh. Got the water to christen my boat.
Sail on sail on sailor...


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It's what I do...Most days

It's what I do...Most days

sit here

I get paid to sit here and stare

@ a computer screen

I take words and mix them up

Throw them against a wall

Watch them fall to the floor

Then I stir them with my big toe

And hope for rain



5th of July, 2010

AuthorAnn

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Throwing it all in the sea ...

LOL

"You can go to hell in a hand basket..."

I don't know what that means either. If I could draw a picture of it. Put it in a frame in a 5x7 photograph? What does it look like? Forget putting it in black and white with the image clear. You can't put this feeling in a blurry color photo. It's just too vague to define it.

I want to go home.

Yup.

This isn't about growing up and facing the fact that life and places change. Sure they do. This is about preserving a way of life when it is possible to do so.

The Red Neck beaches of Alabama, north Florida, and Mississippi are having worse trouble than BP oil slicks. Slowly they're being turned into places that the average person can't afford. With discount hotel prices hovering at 300 dollars a night, most folks can't go. The places of my youth where the "puppies of Yuppies" could mix it up with the farmer's kids in Panama City are being replaced with luxury condos that most folks here could only see if they were cleaning the toilets.

I'm glad that I have my boat and a little "jingle in my pocket". Glad that I've seen the luxury condos from the guests view and the otherside. Same for people.

Those folks who clean toilets are people. Same as the folks who poop in them. Those beaches don't care what's in your wallet long as you don't litter on them. Take care of them and they'll love you forever.

Thing is there's plenty of places those luxury condo people can go take a crap but not so many places that a farmer's son can go steal a first kiss on the beach. Maybe that's what Mother Nature is trying to say.

Dunno.

We'll see.

There's a free concert down at the end of Highway 59 in Gulf Shores, Alabama. It's close to the Pink Pony (LOL yeah I do know.) Down by the entrance to the public beach. Jimmy Buffet is playing. 35,000 tickets evaporated in 10 minutes. It's supposed to be a free concert but good luck getting a ticket. I hear there are tickets still available if you rent one of those luxury condos. The concert is supposed to get the local's minds off the oil spill and help boost business.

We'll see on that too.

That's not being mean. It's just saying that the concert's been posponed once because of Huricane Alex. Mother Nature's not a woman to be messed with.

Maybe she's a Parrot heat. Might better find her front row seats to this thing.

Wouldn't want to pizz her off.

"Sea of heart break..."

There's just something ironic and funny about...

.. the Boston Pops doing a cover of this song...







"I'm perfect in every way until I screw up. Then too bad. Too sad."

WB 5July2010

"I'm shipping off to Boston. woah oh oh... "

LOL There should be another holiday...

...for the day after a holiday when you get the extra day off.

How about "Happy Day After the Holiday That We Get Off Because The Holiday Comes on The Weekend" Day.

I'm okay with it.


So I got to go to the beach yesterday. The beach, which we were told in the news was gonna be nasty from BP oil, was beautiful. The water was clear and the beach was clean. I'm thinking that it's not a Potemkin Village moment so -- weeelll-- who knows..

It was nice though. I love the beach and was grateful to see it.

LOL The machine just got disconected.

Guess I was supposed to say how terrible and awful the water was. Thing is? From what I saw? To say terrible and ugly would mean I'd have to lie.

Not gonna do that.

Mr. Music please ...



Happy July 5 th otherwise known in this household as

""Happy Day After the Holiday That We Get Off Because The Holiday Comes on The Weekend" Day"

Let us pray...

:D

This is just so wrong...

I'm sitting here in a towel and a tshirt. That's it. My hair is a mess from salt water and wind. The day was beautiful. The place for sailboats fantastic. Yet here I sit crazed.

My phone isn't working.

I put a spell on you you stupid phone.

Please start working again.

Please.

Happy 5th of July.

Happy 4th

Wishing everyone a happy 4th of July.

Hope that you have alot of fun, good food to eat, and good company to celebrate with.

(Don't forget the LLS's Craig Ferguson is hosting the Boston celebration on CBS tonight. Sounds like great fun.)


Author Ann

Discomfort

LoL , yeah I know. I'm supposed to be on holiday but things happen even in this slacker life.

First I'm going to post something here. It's from something I wrote on another blog awhile back. Maybe it could explain a bit. Turn a river. Prevent someone from feeling uncomfortable in their life choices.

It's about the first time I laughed. After my son died.

And some days? Aren’t.

“…One day at a time is the best way to deal with this. And trust me there are going to be good days as well as bad ones. I still remember the first time I really laughed after my family member died. First I laughed out loud and then I stopped in a kind of shocked silence. It felt so good to be happy after being sad for so long. After that I began to look out side of my grief at the world. Still had the bad days but there were good ones too. Now more good than bad…”

I was writing to someone who'd lost a loved one. It's so hard. This week I talked to yet another person who'd lost someone close to them. She had the same experience that I did. So did her mom. There is that moment when enough time has passed that you laugh. Then in some cruel mean thing the second after that laugh you feel this tremendous guilt for being happy. How can you be happy after someone you'd loved so much has experienced such pain. You should always feel that pain too.

You shouldn't but the thing is that a person at that stage of grief is in pain.

As time passes, months for some and years for others, the pain or your reaction to it changes. You do forget but you come to realize that to make yourself feel so sad as a kind of punishment for surviving isn't right. You begin to see that being happy and going on with your life is really a good thing. For me that laughter took a while to change from a blue to a delightful yellow. It just takes time.

I watch Craig Ferguson for a reason. You see for some unknown reason he was the person who got me to laugh. The very first time that I saw his show and he told a joke, I laughed. Since then I've begun a kind of self directed laugh "therapy". It's worked. I've begun to "color". Life that had been black and white became like those old technicolor movies. Oh, it took a while for the unhappy to fade but it did. Then last year when I got to go see water again I felt joy. The old joy came back. Like a seed it grew. Happy. It started with that very first laugh.

(I'm sorry for the sentence fragments but it seems like a good idea to leave them be.)

I used to have a writing buddy. She once was in the process of writing a story when I asked her not to kill off the main characters. It was a beautiful story but I'd read enough of her stories to know that the ending probably would be all kinds of uncomfortable. After I asked she told me not to analyze the story but to feel and enjoy it just where it was and each minute until it's conculsion. She told me that to understand the story I needed to feel it. If I analyzed it I'd have to break it into pieces. That would tear the story and the viseral feeling. Now I think that is how my life is. I don't want to analyze it because it's taken me so long to get where I can feel it again. Happy. Sad. Joy or sorrow are in perspective. Nolonger colored by the pain of losing my son.

LOL

A kids song from my Sunday School days.

"I've got the joy, joy, joy, joy down in my heart. Down in my heart. Down in my heart."

It feels pretty good.



I know that these last couple of posts have seemed odd and out of character. This is truly ironic. My writing and blogs is me being a writer. In order to learn to create believeable characters, the "I" of the writer, the id, must be secondary to the story. True there is the writer's voice but that's just the house of words where the characters live. It is ironic because these "uncharacteristic" blog posts are actually very characteristic of the real me. If I had this "life"? I'd be exhausted.

LOL I'm not broken. It's the opposite. I've been healing. Gently. Trying to laugh every day. The laughter feels very very good. It's made me appreciate the happy. You know like the morning after a storm when it's sunny. Everyone is safe.

Happy.

Hugs,

Ann

PS Now I'll go back to writing this character who I have great affection for.

For a friend..

...

because you're hugs have made me into a pragmatic optimist.

(Even while the world is trying to beat me into a raging cynic.LOL)

Thanks.





"Songs are like dream stories. They're the ideas that are important to us told sometimes in snapshots and (if we are lucky) in long, lovely complete (and complex) sentences."

AuthorAnn 1 July, 2010



Friend, I'm glad to have your kind hugs. They are like rainbows on a rainyday.

Hugs right back and happy holiday to you too. :)

Rainbow connection...

Then there's the version that seems like home.



"Songs are like dream stories. They're the things that are important to us told sometimes in photographs and if we're lucky in long, lovely complete sentences."

Author Ann 1 July,2010.

I guess since I'm quoting myself it's okay to change it to:

"Songs are like dream stories. They're the ideas that are important to us told sometimes in snapshots and (if we are lucky) in long, lovely complete (and complex) sentences."

AuthorAnn
1 July, 2010


Yep, that'll do.




Happy holiday.

While we're still able ...

LOL Funny.



I'd tell you about my day but really do you want to hear about it?

How about the tshirt look on Craig Ferguson?

So this morning I woke up from a dream. I was dreaming about Jimmy Fallon and that I lost a tooth. Then I got up. Went to do my business and guess what? I went back to bed. Because it was 5am when I did this and it looked like rain.

This morning I asked someone if they wanted to go to the big BBQ do at the sailclub.

They said yes.

So I guess this 4th I'll celebrate on the 3rd by eating chicken. LOL


Hope you have a great day.


AuthorAnn


PS. The tshirt look on Craig Ferguson? Nice. Take a look.

Uh oh. So I was just minding my own business when..

All I said was that being able to say the word, "no", was an important life skill. Unfortunately they left out the importance of knowing who NOT to say no too on my "Taking Back You" life empowering tape. No one told me that folks might say "no" back. Now there are some folks who are no longer talking to me. I'm sure that information is making them shiver with happy.

I don't care.
:P

NO

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna' dance around my yard in my boxers yellin' the word "no" over and over at the top of my lungs. Only wish that I could do it in slow motion through the water sprinklers. Yeeehaaawww.




Think anyone will notice?


:D

Was looking for Shelby Lynn ...

... and found Alison Moorer.

A Soft Place to Fall



I live out in the country. In the afternoon, when it's hot like this, we've been known to get in the truck, roll down the windows, and just drive. You say you're going to the Dollar General to get a soda but you might end up at some hole in the wall in the middle of nowhere.

It's all just an excuse.

If we're lucky you get good reception on the radio. The one in the truck is on it's last legs. Lots of ducktape involved. Tuner nob is bent. That's a puzzle. If I was younger and a bit more athletic I could blame it on a Saturday night. I don't think I will. Truth is, like much of my life, I just don't know.




At least the music is good. :D

cubical blues

I sit
in this box

9 to 5

writing words

Lunch before 3

If I'm lucky.

Happy hour @ six if I'm not.

I write words like a ghost.

For someone who'll call them their own.


They laugh and preen.

While I write here.

Jason's gossip

The yellow highlighter of the bright spots of this day.

The white out gizmo and alcohol

Cover up the mistakes.

6-29-10

Author Ann




Day after day after day ...


LOL the computer fairy is busy again eating my poetry. I hope it gets a massive case of computer indigestion

ding, ding, di, ding ding

I was just asked if I'd be happy living on the coast.

To which I replied,

"doh"


:D


Now the question is, "Which coast?", "Is there a live aboard sailboat involved?", and "Do I get a writing job that pays actual money?"


Hmm. http://12dotsandablot.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-lover.html


No it's not related, just something to read while you're waiting.

While I sit on this milk crate and write you a letter...

I got bit by a tick.
The Google didn't help much as I now know that I'll have to wait maybe years to see if I've got some vicious tick disease.

This tent my folks gave me is getting kind of hot.

Not to worry. As long as I've got Twitter, my blog, and Marybelle my prized milk goat?

I'm okay.

:D Being strong.

Goat Herder Boy.


Written on

Doctor's Waiting Room Lit Class...

I'm really enjoying this song. Especially after this weekend.

Sigh, looks like the Unhappy Fairy has made a visit.

I wanted to post the new video but apparently that's a no no too.

LOL No problem.

Here's a link to another posting of this song.

"Who cares if you disagree. You are not me. You can't tell me who to be. Who died and made you king of anything."

I love Sara Bareilles music.



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