On the Eve

LizzieLou | nablopomo,news & politics | Monday, November 5th, 2012

Tomorrow’s the Big Day.

Last week I was very anxious; I thought I might need some medication. This week, what there’s been of it, I am feeling much calmer. I find the calm about as disturbing as I did feeling troubled. My voting is done and I’ve appealed to those who may be voting the Wrong Way to not vote the Wrong Way, so I guess I’m feeling like it’s all out of my hands at this point. Bronco Bama was not my first choice, but the one I ended up with. Roseanne didn’t make it onto our Washington ballot. Just kidding! Gay marriage = yes. Weed = yes. Democrats = mostly (but with the “top two” format we have here, what sort of choice is there?) Sea wall = yes. Charter skools = no (although having had a lengthy discussion with someone more interested and knowledgeable about this issue than I am I might would go the other way if I hadn’t already voted).

I think what has made me the most upset have been the anti-gay marriage ads and “debates.” Stupid politicking and hypocrisy I expect in an election year. But these “marriage defenders” have made me just … furious, and sad. And annoyed because of my feelings about marriage in general. Although I am happy that it looks like it will pass. And that we might be able to celebrate with doobies. My very supportive straight-married supervisor at work (not be confused with my supervisor at home) thinks that if the gay marriage passes that we should have a big work wedding for the 50% of us on team who are gay and make our boss pay for it. Not for the doobies (probably), but just like for a nice dinner or something. She was a little giddy at this proposition.

Ah well. What can be said now but, we’ll see!?!

Tomorrow’s blog? Pictures of kittens.

Did You Bring Your Broomstick?

LizzieLou | nablopomo,pets,visitors | Sunday, November 4th, 2012

Does this look like a witch to you?

Some years ago, when my sister lived out in the boonies in Upstate, NY, she was startled awake one night by a loud crash and shutter, as though something had landed on the roof of her house. Nothing could be found that night and the next morning she and her man looked all around the house and couldn’t find a single thing amiss. The cause of the crash was never found. A little over a year ago, here in Seattle, Lolly and I were jolted awake by a similar loud bang from the roof, again as if something had crashed into it. I checked and checked again and found nothing.

Not too long after, I remembered to tell my sister about it when she called. She wanted all the details and I relayed them the best I could, but there really wasn’t very much information to be had.

“I bet is was a witch,” she said. “A witch that wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and she flew right into your house. That’s why you didn’t find anything in the morning!” We joked about finding a broken broom or a shoe in the bushes, and about the witch looking for her familiar and how she was checking out our cats, and the like. At first my sister was kidding, but then she seemed to convince herself that this is indeed what happened. Seriously.

When Ochokitty showed up, my sister hypothesized that the witch had come back. Even now she still brings it up. Yesterday she wanted some recent photos of the kitties and one of the ones I emailed her is the one above. Of course she had to call me to tell me she received it…

“Look at her eyes. She’s totally a witch. Or worse! I’d watch my back if I were you.”

Only Some Updates

LizzieLou | nablopomo,visitors | Saturday, November 3rd, 2012

1) RE: “Jealous” … I did not win the Kindle from the library summer reading shebang. I read ‘Unfamiliar Fishes,’ ‘Chairs are Where the People Go,’ ‘Ready Player One,’ ‘Zone One,’ ‘Gone Girl,’ ‘Columbine,’ ‘The Influencing Machine,’ ‘Bright-Sided,’ ‘The Alcoholic,’ ‘Middlesex,’ and ‘The Game of Thrones Graphic Novel.’

2) RE: “&@#%*^!” … The not-swearing didn’t last very long. Damnit.

3) This spring we had visit from Lolly’s parents followed up by the annual visit from my mother. By the time my mother got here, I was already wornthefuck out as leading up to the in-laws’ visit I was once again stripping and staining woodwork, repainting, washing the floors, landscaping the back yard, and laundering everything there was to launder (e.g. curtains, slipcovers, bedding, and the miscellaneous throws that drape all the furniture to protect it from cat hair and barf stains). Then after they left I woke up one morning with my neck out of whack. It worsened until eventually I couldn’t sleep. So I went to the doctor who, because of some radiating numbness, was concerned and had me do xrays, and found spondylosis. Meaning bone spurs, little ones, in there grinding away. Muscle relaxers and physical therapy were prescribed, but then Mom was coming so I didn’t start any therapy. So we didn’t do too much while she was here as I didn’t feel up for any road trips this year. We did do the Boeing plant tour. We Skyped with my sister in Russia (Mother Skyping = leaning forward to shout at the keyboard.) and that was the highlight of our visit.

4) Since then I’ve been pretty much a lump. But I’ll try to craft some entertaining blog posts about what it is like to be a lump, and what kinds of things lumps might like to do if they weren’t lumps, and although I probably can’t speak for all lumps in the world, I could perhaps shed a little light on lumpishness in general as to add to a greater understanding.

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Stuck in the Gate

LizzieLou | nablopomo,reading | Friday, November 2nd, 2012

I do think that I want to blog this month, but I’m not quite organized yet.

Speaking of organizing. . . my sister phoned this past weekend (that’s not news, she phones everyday) while I was in the middle of sorting out some of our bookshelves. Once upon a time there was some sense to our home library, but ever since I stained and finished the shelves, the books, having been put back all willy-nilly, have been in disarray. I thought it was time to do something about this, although why right then I do not know. I put the newer ones (most still needing to be read) in the living room, and created a special “From Kim” shelf too. Then I went about sorting the others into: graphic novels/comics, queer (fiction and non-fiction), fiction (plain old regular), biography/memoir, history/culture, anthologies, philosophy/religion, psychology, women’s studies, drama/poetry, and humor. Reference has fallen out of favor apparently because that didn’t get its shelf back.

So, my sister, she phoned, and I was explaining all of this to her and bemoaning the fact that while the books all came off the shelves, it did not seem like they were going to go back on. There is just no room. I took a photo for her, and she (having phoned again today of course) wanted me to send it.

Hoarders, anyone?

Just In Case

LizzieLou | dreams,nablopomo | Thursday, November 1st, 2012

It’s November again! That was fast. . . Well, just in case I decide to do this NaBloPoMo thing again this year, I thought I best start off with something, because otherwise I might be sad that I didn’t later, if think I want to blog for a month.

I’m so rusty. I couldn’t even remember the password to log in to my own blog!

Last night I had a dream that I was a young gay man riding my unicycle all over the campus of the University of Connecticut. I was impressed by my own skill and stamina. I never found what it was I was looking for, but it was nice to visit.

I Am Number 1126

LizzieLou | nablopomo | Wednesday, November 30th, 2011

So, I was doing NaBloPoMo this year, perhaps you noticed, and I’m pleased to report that I’ve made it all the way through (as long as drawings count). The theme this year was something along the lines of “blogging for the hell of it!” and I believe I’ve met that criterion well. I am ready now to be rewarded with one of the prizes.
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Yes please. I’m ready.
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For my prize.
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Alrighty then. You know where to find me.
Peace.

No Chains Will Ever Hold That

LizzieLou | nablopomo,neighbors | Tuesday, November 29th, 2011

I left work yesterday evening at my usual time and walked the several blocks it takes to reach my bus stop downtown. It was dark and a little chilly, but otherwise not at all unpleasant. I had about ten minutes or so to wait, if the bus came on time. Many other buses use this stop also, and it is always filled with commuters heading home after work. Nice folks, generally.

Buses came. One came early and idled in the stop for several minutes until other buses started clogging up the street behind it. Finally it moved on and the backlog creeped forward. At the end of the line, just pulling into the bus stop zone at the end of the block, was my bus. Yay! I wasn’t sure if the driver was going to start letting people on or not, and I didn’t want to walk all the way down there just to have to walk all the way back if he didn’t. Sometimes the drivers don’t let people on if they aren’t officially in the zone. I waited a bit and then he opened the doors and people started walking down the sidewalk and getting on. Because sometimes the driver doesn’t stop again farther up in the zone where I was, I figured I’d better get down there and get on with everybody else.

It looked like I was going to be the last one, so I hurried up and waved at the driver twice, once when he started closing the doors, and once when it looked like he was about to pull away from the curb. But I had made it! Just as he was starting off I put my hand up to the window, slapping the glass, then the door, the side of the bus as he continued driving away. Whaa?

ASSHOLE!!!” The twenty or so commuters still waiting for their buses turned and looked down the block at me. “This IS the BUS STOP!!

The driver pulled forward and was now sitting in the center of the bus stop zone where I had previously been standing. The doors opened up again.

For a nanosecond I think I considered not getting on at all. I was hot and mad. But I shuffled up to the back door where one or two other people had stepped on. No surprise, I was again the last one to get there, and thought for a moment that the driver would shut the back door in my face too. “Thank you.” I huffed to no one in particular as I stomped up the steps. I raised my head to find a seat and… there were no seats left.

I was the only person standing, holding on to the railings above my head with both hands. Everytime the driver looked up in the mirror he probably saw me, looming there, all the way home.

Back to Work

LizzieLou | nablopomo,single issues | Monday, November 28th, 2011

And That’s Why I Love You

LizzieLou | lolly palooza,nablopomo | Sunday, November 27th, 2011

It’s not just the typos that make us laugh. Here are a few gems from the “WTF” category of personal ads…

“I was a rugby player in my day, but I’ve had to take a lengthy break after my drunken stiletto accident.”

“I believe in love because that is what I am…ever since the primordial ooze crawled up on the shoes of California we have all been trying to evolve!”

“I am Professional Lesbian looking for same.”

“I hate all feet. And all math.”

“I love waking up with my head buried in boobs.”

“I want to go down on your soul first.”

“I hate smuts.”

There are some nights that I don’t even want sex. I’d much rather hold her all night long…light kisses on her cheeks…and maybe a little bit of grabbing in the butt-u-lar area.”

“If you are like me, you should definitely get in touch with me. I know I am.”

I See You’re True Colors

LizzieLou | lolly palooza,nablopomo | Saturday, November 26th, 2011

While I am away at my job, Lolly sometimes emails me the funny and strange things she has seen in personal ads. Please enjoy these samples from our collection…

“I want you to make it worth my wild to leave her.”

“I may be a country girl, but don’t worry, I know how to fuck your brians out.”

“My boobies would include, reading, cooking, swimming and singing and some outdoor activities, like walking around beach, going for movies and some few more.”

“I love the romantic feeling of wine in my hair.”

“I carve the touch of a woman.”

“I’m lookin for a dream come true. Are you my fairy tail?”

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