Thursday, December 27, 2012

Christmas Loot

The bed would have to wait to be made. Likewise, the unkempt room would have to wait its turn to be cleaned and finished. Right now, the girl was standing in the middle of the chaotic living space playing the air guitar. Her long, red curls whipped back and forth as she shook her head in a frenzy, no doubt pretending she was the lead singer of the band she was listening to.

There were exactly two seconds in between the transition of songs in which she had time to speculate whether or not she should take out her ear buds and get back to work. This was the hazard of listening to music while you cleaned. The next song started up and the air guitar soon gave way to untamed dancing. The energy of the dance and the music overtook her. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets, their lids halfway closed. Her hands flew up to the ceiling as she danced and softly came back down. Fingers that ran through sweaty hair came to rest on gyrating hips. Only exhaustion was going to end this trance-like state she was in. Here, alone in her room at one am, was the closest she had felt to God in a long time. Truth was in the music, life was in the dance.

So I almost threw my back out the day before Christmas Eve, actually the more I think about it it's probably more of a pulled muscle, dancing in my room. I blame Pandora, it picks all the good songs. It was to the point where I could hardly bend over and had to actually brace myself against whatever chair I was sitting in to stand. The next day it was feeling better. So what was my first move to do while getting ready for the Christmas party my parents were throwing? If your first guess was dance around like a lunatic much like I did the day before, then at this point you're a lot smarter than I am.

So now my back is still really sore. I can bend and walk and such, but I hurt and obviously have to refrain from thrashing and headbanging to music and take it easy...which sucks.

I hope everyone had an awesome Christmas, or whatever since the holidays are still going on, and got lots of awesome things and spent time with their families. I mainly got money (not complaining), so my actual gifts were few but kickass. My mom got me this gift box since I have a hard on for hot sauce.



Then my friend gave me this beautiful new pack of oracle cards since I've recently refound my faith. What's more is she got the artist, Jasmine Becket-Griffith, to sign both the box and the booklet that comes with them.



I love this woman's drawings so much. They're so beautiful and cute while being dark and sometimes creepy, all at the same time. The cards in question are no exception. I've gone through them at least twice now just to look at them.


I think this one with the red mermaid is my favorite though.


My sister said that this fairy reminded her of me.


Let's hope she meant because of the red hair and the 'Be your true self!' part. I'm not that grumpy. Just sometimes melancholic and apathetic.

And because it wouldn't be Christmas, or really any present giving scenario with my siblings, without a somewhat weird gift from me, I got all of them this thing called Squishy Baff that turns your bath water into gel. One of them didn't want it (I think he thinks he's too old.), but the other two wasted no time in getting into bathing suits later that night and combining all their packets in the tub.






They were like two year olds with it, it was hilarious. I wound up giving them my packet of Squishy Baff as well. We thought that one packet would be OK for this little bit of water in the bath but it took four. To be honest it probably could have used another packet or two more as well. It was like watery Jell-O in a way. It also kind of reminded us of the inside of a baby diaper.


I thought it would be one solidified thing of gel, but it's more like little gel granules. I told them next time we need to get a baby pool and then buy a bunch of Squishy Baff. Now that would be cool, and probably a lot more comfortable than having the 12 and the 17 year old sitting in a small bath together.




So what did everyone else get?

Friday, December 21, 2012

Sandy Hook Shooting Funds

I was going to open this post talking about how I'm so fucking disappointed in almost everyone. How sick it is that no less than a couple of hours after 26 people, mostly children, were massacred the media frenzy turned their tragedy into a three ring circus complete with finger pointing at pop songs and violent video games, per usual. I'm just surprised that at this point, if it hasn't already happened that is,  we're not bringing Marilyn Manson into the mix again like we did with Columbine. But, give it time I guess.

I was going to try writing about how I am pro-gun rights, yet I understand that the gun legislation we have now is quite flawed, and we do need better gun control. How I believe that what we should also really be focusing on is how we treat and care for the mentally ill in this country. I wanted to tell you that these are all things we need to discuss very badly before something else like this happens again.  The way that we are going about it now, the shit storm that is brewing, will do nothing. Unless we actually do something, and stop all the blaming, all we're doing is biding our time until it happens again.

I tried really hard to come up with a good post, but everything just fell short. I felt like all I would be doing with those paragraphs would be either preaching to the choir, or adding my voice to the noise that it would surely be drowned in. I also realized that by doing that I would have went against my own belief that people should come together and help one another after things like this happen. Instead of the finger pointing and stupid twitter arguments with everyone @'ing the NRA and hashtagging #MoronicHicks after every anti-gun post, we should remember that there are actual families and actual people in the middle of all of this who lost a brother, or a sister, or an aunt, or a child. They too are getting lost in the noise.

So here are a bunch of links to funds for the families who have to pay funeral bills. There are also scholarship funds you can donate to that are being set up for when the surviving children who attend Sandy Hook are older. There are also donation drives that are collecting comfort items like teddy bears and supplies to make blankets out of that will be given to these families. I urge everyone that reads this post to pick one, any one, or help get the word out about some of these funds and drives.

New York Times list of funds

Cafe Mom also has a list of funds

At the time of this posting there is still 11 days left to give to this funeral fund

And here is a blanket drive that is being sent around twitter

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Everything Will Be Fine My Friend

I'm in my car listening to you tell me it's ok, that you didn't mind,  as I apologize for all our serious conversations. You have such a calming cadence when you talk. Even now I don't think you realize just how much you've helped me over the past two weeks. You were the signs of the coming spring in my prolonged winter of discontent. Perhaps this time the sun will actually come and stay.

I'm in my car driving you 'home'. I'm sad, but all that comes out is laughter and smiles. I should be telling you how much I'll miss you, but right now we're just making the same types of jokes as we always do. I can't tell if we're delaying anything.

I'm in my car in front of your sister's apartment hugging you and it may be going on for too long, but neither of us are letting go. I kiss the top of your head, your hair brushes against my lips. I always envied its silkiness when we were kids. I promise I'll come and visit you, but for now I'll just hug you and lay my cheek against your head. 

I'm in my car stalling, watching you enter the complex as I flip through my mp3 player. I should be playing something melancholic yet calming. It would fit so well with the situation. Instead I'm driving out of the parking lot, laughing, and blasting 'Tootsee Roll' by 69 Boyz at 7am.

Tootsie Roll by 69 Boyz on Grooveshark