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I’m sick of opening this web page and the first thing I see being that depressing, way-too-serious blog of mine, so I have decided to write a new one!
Now, now, what to write about…
Hm…
I should’ve thought this one through a little better…
Oh! I can write about the strange happening that occurred this day. Some of you may already know of it (cough, Michael, cough), but most probably do not. It all started with me deciding to mow the front yard as a kind gesture to my mother. I went outside in my mowing finest (AKA gross pants/shirt combo with awesome grass-stained shoes) and started to pull the mower out of the garage when, all of a sudden, this man- late-20’s, good looking- comes a-walkin’ up the driveway. I was a little, no- A LOT- wary at first because that kind of thing just doesn’t happen where I live. Turns out, his car had broken down on his way to a city nearby and he needed some gas money. He’d been wandering around my neighborhood for two hours with no luck. Of course, he didn’t just outright ask for a donation on my part, he offered to work for it. So, I told him he could mow the front yard for me and I’d pay him $10. He was happy to do it and so I went inside and, as any rational person would do, ran around and locked all the doors and then watched him suspiciously as he completed the task.
{On a side note, I should add that before he started mowing he asked me if I wanted him to mow in any particular pattern, as in diagonal lines or whatever. I responded with a, “No, it doesn’t matter,” to which he then responded, “Oh alright, I didn’t want to upset your husband or anything.” Despite my intense urge to laugh hysterically, I decided it would be a good idea to let him believe that I was a married woman. I figured he’d probably be less likely to kill and/or rape me if he knew I was married. Why I thought that, I do not know. Another thought that passed through my mind was, “Hey, if he does decide to rape me, at least he’s hot.”}
Anyways, he finished the job, I paid him, and he went on his merry way. I guess he really was a decent person who just needed some gas money. I felt kinda bad for the guy. I mean, he’s stranded in a city fondly known as Spokompton (Note: Spokompton = a play on words combining Spokane and Compton. Additional note: Compton is basically the most hardcore, dangerous, gang-filled city on the West Coast.) and has no idea how to get enough money to get the hell out. I hope he somehow managed to find some help and eventually gets home okay.
And that was my story of the day. My song of the day is “No One’s Gonna Love You” by Band of Horses. It’s pretty much my song of the past month, actually. Ya’ll should listen to it:
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was.
Question: What is the correct course of action when dealing with a family member/close friend who loses their mind?
I bring this up because I know we all have that one relative who goes off the deep end and our families deal with it in one way or another. So what is the right way? Keep them at home and waste away a non-insane person’s life in trying to take care of them? Or should we ship ’em off to an institution where they can be heavily medicated and kept away from the rest of society, only to be forgotten until they die of pneumonia or old age? This kind of situation is a messy one that always has painful consequences.
I, myself, have a second or third cousin who has been clinically insane for most of my conscious life. I hardly have any memories of her when she was at her prime. I have stories from my family of how much she loved family get-together’s and how incredibly generous she was- and I will say that I do have very faint memories of receiving and enjoying holiday-themed boxes full of gifts and treats- but that all ended before I was aware of what had been lost.
She is now, as of less than a week ago, gone from this world. Although it’s debatable as to when she mentally vacated the earthly plane, her physical departure is now official. I won’t pretend to accept your words of sympathy or condolence because, honestly, I don’t deserve them. I haven’t shed a single tear for her because I didn’t really know her. I never saw her after she went to the mental hospital in a city I can’t even remember. I never sent her a card or made an effort to check up on her. I’ve been told that she forgot everybody she knew and couldn’t really speak coherently, but what if somewhere deep inside she did remember? What if underneath the hideousness of Alzheimer’s and dementia, she really did know that her family had deserted her? And then I tell myself that she probably wouldn’t want us to see her in that condition and I am comforted- momentarily, until I then remember that I never even tried to figure it out! And now the first tears come forth in the realization that I, that we as a family, didn’t do enough and there’s no way to fix it. There’s nothing else to do. Why do lessons like this ALWAYS come too late?
Her birthday was coming up this very next week.
I don’t even know what her age would have been.
Daryl Hall!
Don't be jealous of his hair...
…and hot apple cider!
I can’t even begin to relate to you how my heart swells when I think of these two wondrous things. I recently attended a Hall & Oates concert, which further cemented my love of the Hall into my heart. Apple cider came into the picture by accident really. See, I’ve given up coffee as of late (a sin, I know, but I have my reasons) and so when venturing through a coffee stand with my sister, I decided to give hot apple cider a go. Turns out, it is one of the most magical things on this good, green Earth of ours. I highly recommend it to any- and every-one.
Hmm, I do believe it is time for a poll.
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On a final note, I dare one and all to watch this video and not smile:
Out of Touch
And if that link doesn’t work, then watch this:
M-E-T-H-O-D O-F L-O-V-E
P.S.- We need a food category on here, Burnie!
People tend to think that fears are irrational. I disagree. If something hurts you, you probably should fear it. For instance, when wasps sting you, they effin’ hurt! So, in order to avoid that pain next time, one remembers the alarm of the last time and therefore avoids the agent of pain (in this case, wasps…evil little things).
Proof that Satan is alive and well.
I just returned from a harrowing dental experience. I’m going to be honest, my pain tolerance is nothing to be proud of. I winced and jerked around (like a dying fish I suppose) while they worked on my raw nerve. I left the office feeling a little violated. However, now I understand why people fear going to the dentist: pain will most likely be involved and our bodies know this. Our instinct screams at us to run, far far away, yet we have to overrule that instinct and go to our scheduled doom.
I suppose fears are simply a part of a healthy human psyche. However, like all things in life, they can sometimes be so extreme that they interfere with a normal life. This is when they are a problem and help should be sought. Until that time, remember why it is you fear what you do, and don’t forget to include your brain in making the ultimate decision of whether or not you avoid it- unless you’re talking about wasps, by all means run like hell from those!
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These things are like crack cocaine to me! If Michael Jackson came down and sang to me, “Don’t stop til you get enough!” I would respond with, “I CAN NEVER GET ENOUGH!”
I have a weakness for all things caramel and these things, these things! are caramel-chocolaty goodness. Actually, it’s probably a really crappy quality chocolate and caramel, but my lord it is delicious.
Upon reviewal of this and Vegard’s previous blog, I have decided that BRBcoffee should henceforth be all about food-related topics. Yeah yeah, Israel/Palestine and world issues, what matters is Rolos and sweet chili sauce!
Good day, sir!