Emancipation Day

My cay-terpillars went from a belly crawl to a nest phase, then came out as gorgeous butterflies. All the while I watched with a wrenched mouth from a distance. I bought them yes, I wanted to see it yes, and then as the thing went on I remembered my distinct adversion to insects.... no matter how appealing.

I have raised my little Morgan-sects for a few weeks and the weather was nice and seemed time to set them loose. The leaflet said I could keep them for over a month and watch them die one at a time in their captivity net. That didn't really appeal to me.

Kylee discovered them. This is her "What dis Mama? What dem?" face.

Emancipation time fellers!!!!

I had help.


I touched the first to flee. He never looked back.


The second took off in the same fashion but headed east. They'd been discussing this shit I guess.

The third had a wing that looked a bit, hm, like it was deciding. Kylee and Simon being outside took interest in this flopping bug who was not really going to fly. Simon did his part by eating grass, and Kylee swiftly ran to the Flop Zone while Mr. Morgan took off like a bullet after hearing me gasp loudly, in case she wanted to eat it. I tell you, it is heart warming that for all my antics and his bullshit he never falters to step in super hero style to save something, regardless of whatever project I'm on.

That or he knew that the puppy and I would not be on speaking terms if she ate one of my growings. I think he fears I'll starve her out of spite. Lol, honestly, he is just that fucking nice. Carries spiders out and what not. Fine, just get the leggy fucker out when I scream and they happily jump into his palm. Creepy shit. Spider Whisperer?

We took #3 back into the habitat, with hood open in case he was so inclined. #4 seemed dead, or actively trying to be. I put him back in as well, just in case.

I wish my two (or 3) free birds the best, you were a trip.

How are you all doing? Miss my comments, I know it's mad season right now. Someone from our Reno branch phoned after the earthquakes saying people were calling DURING the quakes asking for a quote on earthquake insurance. I thought that was funny.

-DM

TMI

Been very busy! Between work firing potential, chain smoking over it, and the neighborhood shit, I managed to break my hand.

Bone is out. Not through skin, but it's .... lets call it "pokey"

I was offered something called Amish Friendship Bread, and I thought a freebie is not to be passed up. I expected flour, sugar.... shit like that. I was mistaken.

I came home and as I exited the car I hear the mexican family adjacent to me screaming at a car "You BETTER run puto!" The SUV sped off then screeeeeeech.... and screech back in reverse. You will never see a white bitch running inside faster as I yelled to the dogs, get to the back of the house. Under my arm was the bread and my daily wares, half of which scrambled onto the porch in my dash to avoid the gunfire that was being promised during their fight. I cut my losses, don't need it.

I explained what a drive by was to the dogs as we moved to the back portion of the house to hide like chickens, proud chickens no less. Then I opened the box and thought what the fuck IS this? It was batter in a ziploc.

Mr. Morgan came home and I proudly showed him.

"Look what I got!"
"What is it?"
"Something!" /more glee.
"Did you ask for this?"
"I sure did!"
"You seriously asked for slop?"
"Well it wasn't what I thought."

In speaking about this to others, this shit is the food version of a god damned chain letter. You send some to a friend and they do, on and on. Am I cursed if I don't pass this shit around? I promptly frowned but being all nervous I'm following the 10 day instructions before the crap even bakes. I most certainly wrote to the sender (a friend... ) and said food chain letters should have been clarified and that it better taste good.

Other news.... my step mom in law is doing well. Dodged a massive bullet, I hope she knows that. Mr. Morgan helped someone move today and visited her. When asked where I was he said I was home with hypochondria.

What the....??? Don't do that. This got me a call from her hospital room worried like I had a fucking pistol loaded to my temple. Couldn't he just say I didn't feel well? I get nervous, yes, and often but I don't wear a damn chest sign to advertise it and make people ask questions I don't want to answer. Frankly he told me he was helping someone move, I didn't feel the need to go along, I didn't know he was visiting the hospital.

Last thing I need in her head - who already thinks I'm anorexic and my food portions are controlled - is that I need her mental help. Likely it will spread all in the family that I was too mental to leave the house. Then, in a day or so people will change the story to I'm a shut in. Or that Mr. Morgan has killed me and I'm in a freezer somewhere.

Cheers.

-DM

Can do!

I write often to Kylee on the Playground board From Mama, but here's one I wrote TO my Mama, who is the best woman on the planet. Anyone who didn't kill me for the shit I've pulled over the years needs a fucking award. (Side note note holy shit! I just turned my head a crack lit out that I'm sure the neighbors heard! That wasn't necessary!) Was easiest to update you darlings this way for tonight.

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Hi Mom!

How are things? I am SO tired, I actually fell asleep at my desk (home) waiting for Mr. Morgan to come home.

I really hope your job is being kind to you. Bosslady about had 3 of us ready to walk yesterday..... we even had boxes out to pack our shit. Scary when most of the staff are vying for boxes. Telling us to shut up and throwing world class tantrums and saying how stupid we all are, we didn't sign up for abuse. She needs to walk softly, if one leaves, good chance others will follow. We all have had enough. I worked all weekend - for free - and she made no mention, no nothing except that she was mad I said please don't get cross, I was eating my lunch and didn't move fast enough. It's such bullshit. Whatever. I mean if people need to leave that environment, so be it, but there is a mutiny growing because it's gone out of control and it's gotten past the shit talking phase of things. She is about to run off very valuable people and run the office quite scarcely. Doubt she has an ioda of how serious things are at. I do.

Kylee has eaten me today! I swear Mr. Morgan could go to jail if I didn't tell people that "no no.... the dog did this" Lol. There was a peddler selling mace recently, very nice and in a leather case, I thought to get you some. Want? I know you have gun at home.... but never know. If you want one I will get it.

I'm learning ballet. Little late in life I know... but it's a goal to go On Pointe (on my toes in slippers). Have I hurt myself learning? Yes. Badly? Mid-grade but yes to that too. One of my co-workers spent a good deal of year with ballet and she is teaching me. She laughs a little, because let's face it... I'm not graceful, but dammit it's something I want to do once and I shall have my recital! You are invited but it's very short and just to proove to myself that I CAN do it, even with bone toe. My music is even picked out! I never dissapoint. Mama didn't raise a quitter, if anything you taught me to take no shit from anyone, yet pick your battles. I'm going to do this, even if my teacher stares at my wobbly ankles and thinks one will break. Fuck it, I'm insured. Weee!

Thinking of you often. I always miss my Mama.

- DM (ie Ben)

Dirty South!

Every now and then a memory smacks me and I sit and grin my ass off. Tonight one presented itself.

On occasion I have been offered work for computer shit, website things or art things….just whatever keeps me busy and provides scratch.

This memory entertains me.

I once did the full advertising for a new club in deep north Reno, not exactly a prime location, but a good enough place for two hopefuls, one that I worked with. Both were from Pakistan, and extremely hard workers. The main owner was the wife (I worked with e husband, a civil engineer and one of the smartest people I’ve ever met) and she wanted a club so I did their artwork for a very small fee. I rarely charge, if at all for FUN projects, especially when the odds are against being successful anyhow. But one doesn’t say that. I did their full advertising for a flyer, and menu etc.

Their first venue was to be a male revue. Tickets please.

Don’t worry about my work, just let us in. I didn’t bring an entourage because I’d have to look hard to find one. So it was just us two. I could see my traditional Pakistani friend (the lady) nervous and worried. I assured her that yes, they would be stripping. She said she knew but couldn’t in good faith watch, as I was folding my dollar bills with the diligence of a fucking cashier. Snapping my fingers… bring this.

First Mister came out and waggled his way to my silly tiny one dollar bill, grabbed my hand and it went down far enough to know Ricco personally.

Second was a smoking hot african man, and good GAWD is all I can say, he came out to this:



He went to task on getting someone on stage and went after her foot in a way my jaw still wags. In fact my foot even moves. I’ve never seen toes sucked so thoroughly and I knew my folded bills were all but gone.

Dirty South he WAS! Sometimes I'm goodie goodie, right now I'm naughty naughty!

He spent time enough to grind on me later as he liked green(and YES very clearly pre-Mr.Morgan) and those dollars just went missing.

I don't want to ever have a life where I can't admit I have seen strippers, done drugs, it's all in the past and makes me happy to remember them. If you change those, you change who you are. And I am just fine!

Story for the day… never miss a moment girls. Or boys? Or anyone. They lend to these types of memories.

-DM

The Second Coming!

I was sitting at a stop light, just.... doing whatever I do in my car. Look at the piles of junk mail that pisses me off because I never wanted it but never get rid of it, fiddle with the radio, cuss at the asshole on the radio talking shit about women.... mostly just sitting.

And I saw this in the window of the house I was perched next to waiting for my go go green light. From my car:

No shit? He IS RISEN? I would think he HAD! Perhaps even HAS? When? Why weren't we given the fucking memo? This is need to know. Where is he? Does he have meeting space because I know on account of myself I certainly have some shit to say and I think I might know others who do too! We have questions! One being why did you tell the ghetto first? Dibs? Fair enough. You seem to be a God who likes cash so I think your choice of letting the news out there might have been misplaced.

Just saying. Don't smite me or anything. Observations Lord.... just observations.

I never stop to wonder at the shit I see or the looks I get taking photos of it. I grandly smile that an opportunity is an opportunity. So if my camera is out in a public place, just realize you are doing something interesting. To those not involved, it's not always a crime scene, I'm just artsy in what I find interesting.

-DM

Bad boys, whatcha gonna do!

Today seems better, I'm still on a 3 times per day anitbiotic regimen. It was rather embarrassing that while sitting in ICU for so long last night for a person who overdrugged themselves, and I open my bag to see ALL these bottles spilling out. For real, you guys know me so understand it's just where I put them and never take them, but that didn't entirely make me look very good. My only normal staple is Macrobid, because I don't fuck about with urinary tract infections and readilly admit to keeping those on hand should I have a flare up, which you ladies know happen quite fast with vengence.

In other news.... some unfortunate men were pulled over in front of our office. We gathered like flies to watch the action. It was just like an episode of cops, white bags came out, items were being put into them, frisking and even checking his scalp. I was out there flashing my camera as Moon was saying "dude.... they can see you." I retorted in defiance "So what, I'm at my workplace, with a camera, frankly WAITING to catch police brutality. I am commiting no crime."

We did sing the bad boys song, also not a crime. It was action! Right outside and plus, we wanted to smoke.

Once they searched the car and a semi-automatic rifle came out and more police cars arrived, I was dust. Fuck that lol. I can watch from inside when it get's all gunny.


AND the caterpillers came!

Looks gross huh? It is.

But in a week or more I'll have flutterbys to set free. Heh, I always take a step back at how crazed I look when excited. It's a cross between child and absolute pshyco, and a stranger wouldn't know which. I do sparkle!!!

-DM

Morgan House Drama

We've been at hospital from 230pm until.... god what time is it? 9:30. Mr. Morgan's step mom whacked herself on pills and is in renal (kidney) failure. THAT fast. They are saying because she was on so many pain pills, she didn't know she had an infection because there was no pain. Pissing blood generally tips me off but hey...

I guess she was popping oxycontin, vicodin, xanax, percocet and about 3 others. I lost track. We sat with her - she's intubated but I held her hand and talked to her for a time. They are pretty sure she's done, and we are all so worried for his dad. He's guilt ridden because she's .... not "quite" like me, but complains so much he stopped taking her serious and ignored her the day he came home and found her unconscious on the floor. When she came to, she was swatting the air and talking jibberish - much like end stage renal failures go.

She can't breathe on her own at all, it drove Mr. Morgan out much like seeing Leedy with a breathing tube did. The nurse ... well she sucked. And guys, we all know I do not care much for this woman, but even with all her personality faults, there is a time to put shit aside and be nice. Hold a dying woman's hand. Wipe her eyes, and smoothe her hair because the staff sucks and I refuse to let a patient, let alone a family member.... look like shit with crusty fucking eyes. No one gets to prospectively die on this family without dignity if I have anything to say about it.

I mentioned to the nurse about her chest tube sitting there with tons of green shit in it, and asked why (as I pointed) wasn't it in there. Being the recepticle. She got right on that. My faith stumbled.

I worked two days with a respiratory therapist during clinicals, I've seen suction, I've seen what is supposed to be in the collection jugs and she had nothing. Not a drop but that tube was all but plugged up! Got her ass hopping though. I will never shy down when I know shit they don't think I do. Crying family doesn't mean stupid or uneducated. My portion is really to be there for the family. And to watch that damn tube.

It was very difficult for me because when the doctors come out and say things, even if in lamen..... I know exactly when they are covering their ass, which is always. Sometimes to a higher degree, and this was that time. I cocked a brow at the bullshitting, and Prada busted their balls as well. I was pretty pissed that Mr. Morgan said I was unsupportive. I really don't know how more I could have been, get a tire iron and beat the shit out of the prescribing doctors?

We are on phone notice for the entire weekend, hoping we don't hear in ring in the night. Mr. Morgan is very upset, VERY. Made quite a few speeches defending her past behavior, but as I said..... I left my baggage at the door when I heard she is very likely to die. I even whispered some Jesus and God shit to her .... quietly, hearing is the last to go, did you all know that? I know she would like that and even if I don't suscribe to it, I studied it and know the shit to say. Practiced my speech with much thought for a 40 minute drive!

So Dr. Reverend DM Morgan did her deed and hopes for the best. I think we visit again tomorrow and I will severely go to task if I see her vitals being ignored and tubes not being flushed. God comes with wraith, and last thing they want is a dirty preacher with a medical background on their hands.

-DM

Deciding

I have have decided on an Advanced Directive, mostly as those who love me ... .no offense, I do not trust you to know my wishes, and I am very strict about them. I dont care if furniture, china, anything is sold .... I will not have my wishes not be honored and my eyes buldge at this. Do consider this is coming from a hyposhondiac.... it's been well thought for a long time.

It's premature I suppose, licked my lips. One just cannot be too prepared. Weird yes. Having worked where I have and seen the fight over silly shit like dishes .... too late. Yes A ball of lovely I am, but really, get what you want in writing. Wanna be Terri Shrivo or done and done? I'm having my shit notorized tomorrow. Can play a game of who knows best to see what option I picked.... comments are open.

-DM