January 12, 2007

I sit, bare ass to the soft green “velour” blanket spawn over the bed, and take my grey-green eyes to the situation at hand. I hate and am determined to undermind my competitor. Before me a beautiful, yet overlooked part of life: Putting on the pajama bottom.

I look into the bottom bunched before me on my foot as if it we an fabric Slinky® of fat little grey cats on baby pink fabric which I bought in Maine with Mom and Marsha.

“A new challenge,” I think to myself as I peer upon my Slinky ®

I can take on challenges and do my best. I strive to do MY best. I know it will take me a bit longer to complete this vs “the majority”, however it’s still possible. I realize my abilities and my inabilities and realize them minute to minute. I am constantly monitoring my health.


”How are you feeling at this very moment? Where’s the pain? Please reassess and remit immediately.” The demands are clear.

“Battle stations!” I cry with great enthusiasm and authority. “Now!!” The bellow takes over the ears of all before.

And then I revert to normal, unpoetic, sometimes melodramatic, and then to a gracious woman to be respects as one…

“What is this crap I see and absorb from the screen,” Damn, I’m figured out!

“Come on!” the internal cry overthrows. “Upi tjomlg O cam’t tale ot?


(”you think I can’t take it?”)

Yes, I did correct myself a lot before I wrote that on e an ed realized how broken my English is when I don’t look at the keys. The more I do it, the ore awayre I am of my mistakes… Oh the challenges!

Yes, I’, m comma’e out!

Me