Ok, I have officially been poked and prodded for the year. I have a UTI and I look like I’m about 3 months pregnant, at the moment. I20 through Louisiana sucks, floating insides that are already swollen do not like to be knocked around. My mum, and I, forgot to add painkillers to my travel kit today, so I’m in some serious pain right now. I’m a skinny girl, barely enough room for the organs that are already there, then add to the muscles that don’t want to stretch. PAIN!!!!!!!!!!! God fuck! Can I say that enough? Seriously, if I thought I had a high pain tolerance to begin with, I’m fucked in the future. Not to mention I’m hungry, but it’s making me naseous. I can’t spell or think right now either. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!

So, hearing is all checked out, my left ear is still within normal ranges and my right ear is dealable. Hearing aids are good, they still work.

In other news, my goal of sleeping through the night was choked by a massive back spasm that sent me crawling on the floor to my parents room for the heating pad. I’ve been attached to it since last night. Anyway, the theory is that I have a UTI (which is why I haven’t gotten any sleep), and parents are worried that it’s traveled up to my kidney’s already. Yeah, TMI, but deal with it, don’t care.

On another tangent, I was watching Beyond the Da Vinci Code on the history channel. About half-way through, I call up my Scotsman because they had a snippet of Paul Mercer’s violin focus from one of The Changeling’s albums. Pretty cool, that’s two friends’ bands I’ve recognized on TV in the last 2 months.

And oh yeah, and my amusement for today. While it’s also MLK’s b-day, it’s also General Lee’s b-day as well, and we know that that means in Georgia…..Old Confederate flag flying day. How ironic is that?

Scorpio for this week:

I beg you not to do what Robert Chamberlain did in his room at a Motel 6 in Chenango, New York last May. Please don’t buy 14 jars of petroleum jelly and smear the stuff all over yourself, the walls, and the furniture. On the other hand, Scorpio, I do recommend that you become as slippery as possible in the coming week, metaphorically speaking. Don’t stay too long in one place, don’t commit yourself to long-term plans, don’t get stuck in dogmatic perspectives, and don’t get pinned down, period.

FreeWill Astrology

Hrm, I wonder if KY would work better? And what if I like being pinned down?

Ok, now that we’re back up and running. What has the freak been doing so far….

Well, yesterday, I learned how to Tango – ballroom dance style. My dad dragged me out of bed bright and early to his Sr. citizen’s dance class and his instructor decided I looked like a dancer, so on the floor I went. Dancing with her was great, because she knew what she was doing and could lead me with no problems. My dad, on the other hand, needs more practice, and he isn’t that great as a lead. Still, it was fun, with the exception of almost being swung across the floor because I was in socks. Then, off to another Sr. Citizen’s center for what my dad calls “pickin ‘n grinin”. It’s a bunch of people who get together with their guitars, mandolins, banjos and voices. They have folders with the lyrics, no music, and go from there. Pretty cool, and the guy leading them was a character. He’s hard of sighted and used to have a one man band, and boy can he play. Now, if any of you are wondering where I get my sense of humour, well, this groups was playing a song called “He drinks tequila”. For those that haven’t heard it, the chorus line is “He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish. In pink pyjama’s and a sombero.” Funny song. They also sung “Elvira” with emphasis on the more racy of lines. That tired me out, so I skipped the 83rd b-day of one of their friends, which involved much dancing, singing and drinking. Instead I crashed out for a Prophecy Marathon, compliments of my mum and a B&N gift card.

Today was slow, lunch with my Brother, SIL, and kidlets. Got to meet my newest niece and play with my first niece. She definitely is a Weidenbach, I will say that. She’s got the smile down, with scrunched nose, the ability to dance and the cat personality. She’s also finally gotten used to the thing sticking out of my tongue, and doesn’t try to pull it out when I stick my tongue out at her.

Got all 3 of my grove papers written, just need a quick edit before print, ordered my new ritual robe, and slacked off. When I get home, I’m tempted to find out where that Tango group went from the Cafe, that was pretty fun, I’d just prefer to be around people my own age, where my mum won’t decide to brag about my dancing history to a bunch of strangers.

Oh yes, I’ve also been reminded of one of the reasons I moved out of here. Lack of privacy (both my gram and mum walk into my room at any given point) and constantly being talked about when we go places. Ya know, I’m happy that my parents are proud of their freakish daughter, but I’m a fairly private person, and if I’m going to be talked about in front of people, I want to be the one doing the talking. Oh yeah, and a very loud mum and granmum who wake me up at ungodly hours of the morning, talking in the kitchen.

One cool thing….They have frosted rice krispies out here!!!!! I’m in heaven. And in the event I haven’t mentioned it, I finally have a new pair of jeans and some nifty undies. Even got a cool bodice thing that will look awesome under a business coat. Anyway. Yeah, things are cool here, went and picked up my gram today, have no bloody clue what we’re doing tomorrow.

In all honesty, I wish I was back home. I’m needed and I won’t be back till Wednesday. Grrrr.

There is something that is slightly out of the ordinary about being home. See, my parents have lived in this house since I was about 8, so most of my life (excluding college and on) was spent here. The bed I’m sleeping in, tonight, is the bed I’ve had since I was 4. On the closet door, are the height marks to measure my growth, starting at age 8. In both beroom closets is the crap that I’ve managed to accumulate since day one. My first and second pair of figure skates, first pair of hockey skates, etc. etc. Today, first thing I did was drag out my athletic awards box. I’ve got my basketball, volleyball and soccer trophies in it. Just odd, digging through this box and seeing every single achievement I’ve made. Texas Academic Achievement awards, Blue Ribbon scholar awards for languages and science, Language Olympic awards for French and German, and every single ribbon from gymnastics – labelled with event, score, date and level. Including the ones from Illinois. The good part, is that my mum has never had time to go through any of these boxes to find my journals. They are now back in my possession, to be burned at home. Years of my life that no longer exist in anything but memories. It’s strange now. My brother and I, relegated to bookshelves and locked closests. Although, it is funny to look up at the bookshelf in here, and see the buttons of me and my brother, a baseball picture when I was 7, soccer picture when I was 5, and my brother on ice – age 13. Wow. It’s strange what my mum has left up. The lightswitch is still the teddy bear plate I painted when I was 6, the surprised expression of someone flipping its belly still on the face. And my psycho-goth wallpaper, in the office, black background with gold, platinum and silver glitter splatter-painted across the vinyl. As much as she hated putting that paper in there, I don’t think she’ll ever take it down. In fact, she’s bough dark-wooded dressers and nighttables to match the tone. I think I imprinted on her.

Sometimes, I think Brezsny is a wee bit behind….

Scorpio for this week:

Around the age of 17, students in Denmark take a standardized test that determines their educational fate and, ultimately, their career path. In an article in National Geographic, raconteur Garrison Keillor noted that teens who earn the very highest scores are eligible for the most prestigious occupations in Danish society: doctor, psychologist, and midwife. I urge you to remember the latter fact throughout 2005, Scorpio, because it will serve as a mnemonic device for my big prediction, which goes as follows: You will grow smarter in the coming year whenever you cultivate your power to heal, whenever you expand your understanding of the nature.

FreeWill Astrology

Thank you to those who distracted me a bit, this afternoon. It helped. I did manage to make it to the gym, not a full 2 hours, but I’ll head over tomorrow to do the last hour. As of the moment, I have crab rangoons, veggie potstickers, chicken lo mein and coffee that smells like cough syrup. So, I’m feeling much better now.

It seems to be a day for this crud 🙂