How damn refreshing

Thank you to my girl Saffy for the heads up, Jude has a new CD! If we remember, and if you all do, we really have been pals this long wow huh?, last year I went on a limb and wrote to Jude asking for an autograph or ANYTHING for Mr. Morgan who adores this artist. The man not only made a "pfffffft" at me buying an album, he sent me one for free signed, then a poster from one of his events that read "Happy Anniversary Mr. Morgan! - Jude"

This year I beg nothing, but I bought the new album for dirt cheap, which is about my budget, and wrote to him that we are still together and have not forgotten his generosity. I did however see the signed cd on the floor last week and my feet went stompy crazed. Pick....it.... up! It's not everyday your spouse writes to your favorite musician and succeeds, get it OFF the fucking floor before you are beaten with it. Repeatedly. So repeatedly you won't even see a signature anymore. I worked HARD to get that man something that I knew would stun his ass. Snap. It was picked up.

Anyhow, the confirmation of said purchase came in and I must admit.... I have been trumped! This is on my level of a letter and I am fucking impressed. So impressed that I had to let them know immediately. I want more people like this (me, scary) in my world! Read below.

-DM

--- On Tue, 7/29/08, CD Baby loves DMorgan wrote:
From: CD Baby loves DM
To: dmorgan255@yahoo.com
Date: Tuesday, July 29, 2008, 10:44 AM

DM -

Thanks for your order with CD Baby!

Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
Portland waved "Bon Voyage!" to your package, on its way to you, in
our private CD Baby jet on this day, Tuesday, July 29th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby.  We sure did.
Your picture is on our wall as "Customer of the Year."  We're all
exhausted but can't wait for you to
come
back to CDBABY.COM!!

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Sigh...

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Dear Cd Baby,

I have to say that is one of the best confirmation
letters I have ever seen.  The fact that my cd was set apart from the
crowd of un-selected cd's and treated like such royalty does not go
without notice.  I expect it will arrive wearing it's proper crown and
strutting like a peacock.  I can only hope to give it the lavish life
that it is accustomed to.  I would hate to hear it cry or otherwise
express disappointment.  Only 50 employees looked over it? 
I admit that simply won't suffice.  I need 51.  Or 50 with a chicken.

You have a definite return customer (granted His Highness arrives safe and
sound, with bodyguards and stern faces!)  I have credentials, all
should go well.

Good prop on having Jude on the option list,jokes aside he is seriously a
very nice man and signed quite a few items for my husband on our last year
anniversary, one year later andhe has a new album... right on.... perfect gift. 

Thanks again for the laugh, hope I returned one.

-DM

Charity is fine.

I want to start this by saying that if anyone has a Hooka I can borrow for Hallow... DO let me know. I suspect that asking to borrow one's hooka is like asking to remove genitals, I am well aware how priceless they are to their owners. I've been given several "are you out of your fucking brain" looks for even introducing such an idea. Fact is, I don't smoke, but they are expensive. Not partaking doesn't mean I'm not keen to the cost of the high end items to enjoy it. Other fact is, most everyone I know DOES smoke and there is a god damned hooka out there waiting for it's debue.

Too windy for pool! So I sat and busted out a bunch of halloween props, a cheshire cat soundtrack, and collected money for the Kitty Pig to lend for my costume. It's fairly all consuming from here until over when I bitch like I do every year that the effort was not worth the appreciation.

I'm likely going to put off my surgery, because of money and because I don't want to be Alice in a splint with nasty stitches, although that could be a neat idea.... but wounds have to be kept clean and it's a very active event for me. I'd post a photo of the first finished.. hm, what do they call them? Card men? Those, but it would be a spoiler. I plan to load him up to show the Grandmaster tomorrow and will report on his thoughts, that's as much as I can do. He has been quite helpful with my theme this year and as much as we want to blast White Rabbit, it's a bit child unfriendly and I do want to make it creepy... yet fun. I think - shit you all would have to check archives, but I think I had two or three kids last year refusing to even approach my house. One cried. I believe I threw a piece of candy curbside to the little pansy.

My neighborhood puts up a strong battle and my house is no where close to the best, but I'd like to say it's one of the most innovative. I don't roll to the store and buy everything (some things sure) but many of my items are made with loving, bloody gore, care. That is what makes me proud.... and exhausted. Also ironic because I don't generally like kids, we all know this, but little beggars somehow impress me, and how you can force them to do what you say by means of waving a tiny slice of candy. All very entertaining. The parents here though are extremely diligent on "what do you say?" Which is nice, even when the reply is "trick or treat?" Lol. No my little one, you already said that, mom wants you to say thank you.

Digress. Clearly my brain has begun it's whirlwind, much like my Burning Man friends began many months before me. Everyone needs to have a passion, life is too short not to.

If anyone has ideas for this theme or articles to add for props, I beg you let me know. No good deed goes without repayment, I have references!

-DM

Privacy, who cares anymore

I saw the hand surgeon that I liked 3 years ago today. I met this with much nervousness but at the same time a fierce intent to demand care, even if it meant me throwing myself to the floor and begging.

I sat waiting for over a half hour and found myself taking a local stuffed animal that I named Mr. Owl hostage for company. Seems we have a lot in common, Mr Owl and I We both couldn’t wait to flee. I admit it, I had him next to me for a long while on the papered bed and next thing I knew he was in my clutches heading for my purse. I relented to not steal, even if he asked for it.

I sat swinging my legs from that table for a very long time and got bored, so I snooped. Fine, I swiped a dental instrument once, but I didn’t steal a damn thing today. All I did was satisfy my curiosity and pass the time.

This part… don’t read if you don’t want to know.

My doctor came in, one that I’d trusted years ago and is fairly famous for being the surgeon for professional football players before his trot to Nevada…. (guess how cheap he comes). I confessed to almost taking Mr. Owl and he just brow blinked me. Didn’t start that furious scribbling of notes that physicians do to make note of the nutty patients of the day. He seemed to know Mr. Owl’s worth.

He came in looking quite striking as I’d remembered and interested in my issues. Eye contact. Really???? He asked how I was and my usual truth flew out my mouth “Hungry and bored!” He plopped into the chair like he was hungry too, but not bored and rolled my way. After a two second look at my hands he told me what was wrong. I leaned back to imply that it was a hasty
judgement.

Within a few minutes he explained exactly what the fuck it wrong with me and I fell in love. Damn near cried. I call it fucked, he calls it something I can’t spell but something that he is more than pleased to help me with.

I then really wanted to cry. After all this time, someone will help me? He said, well of course, like it was nothing – with all I’ve been through, no it wasn’t. I don’t know if that statement reflected care, or his bank account, but I suspect the former and was so happy in either case.

So let’s talk me. I have a condition (new one, for kicks and joy), likely genetic I'm told (thanks Mom!!) that has piggybacked my Rheumatoid Arthritis and planned itself a par-tay. What is happening is the two major growths on my fingers are abnormal tissue that are suffocating my nerves in those areas. Bottom line. This is great, sigh….. I have two options and both are shit.

First is to let it go how it is going. It will continue to grow and make my hand have no feeling as it wraps around the nerves. Second option, surgery, which could result in my hand having no feeling. Both are the pointer finger to the wrist, not whole hand but I have been told it will return. No one knows what causes it.

Lottery much?

So let’s say fucked and fucked. I’m leaning towards the surgery but thats just one paw, my left will need looking at after months of my right being “recovered” even though it’s certain to grow back. Who knew I was a farm. Water me, I grow!

I do really like this doctor but the cost is upwards of 7k for one hand. No wonder people are sick with no where to go, and I have good insurance…. It’s very sad. And please don’t think I’m in a funk, I have known for a long damn time about all 18 of these growths. I am no where in the mindset of self loathing, a little bummed is all I’d call it. No pity, just DAMN! For real? Then begin calling everything I see a cocksucker, except of course the man who will be operating on me.

I’m digesting all this tonight and told Mr. Morgan to let us enjoy Friday night and we’d talk tomorrow. I truly do not want to scare him. It's not fatal but is very deforming and he didnt sign up for that, better or worse be damned, he didn't. For all my blogging, I really am private about how I feel on things and how very frightened I become, someone needs to be strong in the pinch right? Pick up the bat and go to base?

I’m scared, but what do you do but pick on up. I try not to let on, and am happy to have some resolution information wise, but I have to look at myself everyday, hide my hands and pretend the world is rainbows and unicorns. What else does one do? Life.

In either case I'm losing all knowing what it feels like to have this finger, all the way down to my wrist. Next complaint I hear from someone might be greeted very dismissively. Not for one second am I ok with it, but resigned. I have a good family and loving friends, I'll do my best not to tongue slap any issues brought to me, but I hope the fact I'm going basically useless on one hand is thought of too. People are prone to think of self first, I can't slight thatm but I will give a look to those who know what is happening to me.

- DM

When Toner Strikes!

All the GrandMaster and I were doing was trying to promote the betterment of office productivity. We looked at the drawings on fax toner replacement and it seemed straight forward. We felt confident that it could be done. Who knew.

All went well until we had to pull the strip that would ultimately unleash a look of shock on both our faces. I pulled, he held..... something broke and I flew backwards about two feet, making wounds and covering both myself, him and the carpeting in "oh shit! did that really happen?" toner. We didn't know that was a possibility or wouldn't have tried, we were simply following the drawings!

Insert vaccum. Here I am below. guilty, covered in soot. Feel free to enlarge my embarrassment, and check the foot, it seems to have taken the worst of it all. That damned thing bit us, and bit us good. I took most of the brunt, falling on my ass with absolute shock that the cartridge betrayed us. The entire thing went nuts and barfed everywhere.

We gave up after a pow-wow and asked Bosslady's Daughter to help us get the damned machine in order. She promptly said "Jesus Christ DM." and followed up with a "Go away!" I sank into another room like a scolded dog. The GrandMaster, although also told to scram, did not scram. Yes, we made a mess! It was not anticipated lol, we didnt WANT to be painted black, it's easier to play the song.

We spent an hour scrubbing carpets and walls... that shit went fucking everywhere! Tuft of smoke and it looked like Hiroshima shadow people. Seriously. GrandMaster and I stared at eachother for a second, and didn't even laugh. After a minute my giggle came on because, oh my god, that is seriously funny when I looked pitifully at myself and the aftermath. I had NO idea my face also took the brunt.

I need to bathe as I roll into the hand surgeon first thing am and don't want to explain that I don't squat in vacant buildings, I just fought my fax machine.


- DM

Sneaky Peek

I'm very in the works for Halloween 2008. A hint at my theme....... (speakers needed)



Kylee auditioned .... but didn't make the cut for that role.

-DM

Happy 4th!

While I cannot say I am happy with the state of this country, I am patriotic and have been afforded a lucky dice roll to have been born here, because as shitty as it has become, this is still a wonderful country. For now. The freedoms I am given (smaller as time goes albeit) are very appreciated and on this day, I’m celebrating why I am grateful…. and not why I should be rightfully pissed and throwing rocks at the White House.

This holiday seems to me, to be more of a reason to express being grateful than Thanksgiving. Our world is on a rapid decline, so I pick today to be happy to be alive.

• I’m grateful to have a home, when so many don’t.
• I’m grateful to have no one in my family serving in a war gone lost.
• I’m grateful for food in my belly and gasoline in my car, neither easy tasks these days.
• I’m grateful to be an American slob who collects more shit than people in other countries don’t even know exist.
• I’m also grateful to be able to share this opinion without being arrested, circumcised, blinded, beaten, or killed. That’s if Karl Rove doesn’t see this right?

So here are the Morgan’s happy to be well nourished, (kinda) employed, and living life in the way of Maslow’s Hierarchy. We sat on our porch as normal to watch and not have to mingle with the traffic. It's all about location baby!

Prior, I asked my fellow patriots to indulge me. The Russian cares not unless it means a live chicken chase as reward. I indicated this was reasonable and possible. But since he doesn't speak english, I later told him I lied. THAT, he understood and scowled off with his thumb of a tail giving me the universal finger.

Here we fight for the shot I wanted. We each had a flag, and of course Kylee had to be the pain in the ass. "Get the photo, and fast!"

Stop eating the Russian. He is a friendly today.

Look what you did Kylee! Your mother is a sweaty mess trying to get you to play with the rest of the team! In the background, so you don't have to ask.... is a chunk of wall she ate. Why? Only Kylee knows why she went mid wall to satisfy herself.

But "Battle Born" Nevada she is.... carrying our state flag.

I’m proud to wear a flag in my hair, and I want to sing Proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free…..” But even that is getting thin. This year, I’m ok to enjoy the 4th and really do hope for better.

This photo is just because, I'm nosey.... we have new Jeffs. So far have not seen a dog. I DID however spy THIS:


"The neighbors have an electric cow."
"A what?"
"Electric cow, like the bull ones in redneck joints. I saw it."
"Did not."
"Wanna bet? I got a photo."
"I'm not surprised."
"Whatcha think they'll do with it?"
"Ride it?"
"Yeah, I guess they might. Still weird though."
"So are you."
"Then get me an electric cow and I'll say you are right."

He hates when I spy, but I was just taking out the trash and there it was. Who walks past THAT?
__

I like this song and take a twist to it. Me and lyrics! When he sings “We’re Talkin’ real loud again” I take it as EXACTLY ASSHOLE!, maybe we need to shut the fuck up already! There is no pride in arrogance, where are we from it? And not even WE, perhaps I live on the side of the earth that shakes their head when being spoken for incorrectly. Last I checked, I knew how to use my own vocal cords but we don’t hear them do we? We see them on signs in the news, like we are acting out unfairly. How else can we speak? So here is my angry rant session to end this entry.


Below is probably not for the right wing, but….. I watch right wing shit – why not watch what is 100% true and documented? It’s so misconstrued that we are hippies who want peace and love only. How about we have eye balls against daft ideas…. where are theirs to not see this shit? Explain it to me. Try. Seriously. I ask you to watch to the end... the Bush collage hit me hard.





Meanwhile my heart bursts open daily and fidget on who will push the red button. Paranoia abounds. Still team Hillary, but Obama…. bring us home before the planet explodes.

-DM

Ms. Saffy

Hi gang! Want a crazy ass treat? Click below, it's our fellow Saffy (my very best best friend, doubt I'm hers but that is ok!) singing to me, just FOR me. How fucking sweet does that shit get? Honestly friends, if you have one person willing to sing to you and cheer you, that is a good step to knowing you are not horrible. Except Amy Whinestiein... stone? Her.

Saffy sings the living shit out of anything she attempts and also plays the piano, I get to hear this live via microphone whenever I can, it's simply wonderful and a gift to my life. Don't even try to say she doesn't sing her ass off.... and comment.. she reads so give my girl the appropriate props!

Saffy Song


-DM

Grow up.

I know I put this video on before, but it's not lost it's meaning. I very much mean the lyrics. I won't exactly say what's happened with the step mom in law, suffice she is quite displeased with Prada and myself. Let's go with she's pissed that she got called on the shit talking. Wasn't just me by the way who ratted, her term.



Prada gives two shits as long as it doesn't impact her dad, I actually do care, just remotely. Not about the dad part, I very care for him. It's one step from leaching me into a place I don't want to go. So for now I won't. I have no great pride in placating a crazy person, what I do, I do for my own home and the greater betterment of the family. My job has really been putting a stress on me, I may soon be unemployed, so I have little time or patience for antics.

You have to take responsibility for your own actions, I have been caught in more than one, we all have.... suck it up and say sorry. Like I said in prior posts, life doesn't have to be so hard. We all grovel sometimes. My boss and I had it out yesterday and I mean OUT, I made nice and replied to her email that I KNOW went into my employee file, that I appreciated her time to talk with me about concerns, and to say sorry again for raising my voice - that it was from pure crazed frustration, but unprofessional. I meant most of it. The last line I meant each word of. I simply lost my shit. She pushed too far and I went ape. It was not appropriate. I had the option to take my shit and leave, but I do want employment. Point was, Julie had the option to say sorry.

She pushed too far when she said I wasn't family. I didn't gracefully slide. My fault. I had already done enough in my opinion and that crossed the bar. DM saw red.

I'll work on that.

-DM

Update

I'm so tardy! I had something else to post but it's not jogging.