Tuesday Night TV Watchin'... two weeks later

So Destiny and I went to Babs' house a couple of weeks ago, on invite, for din-din and some "Idol" watchin'. Although I love music, really crappy music from amateurs makes me sad and pestilent. Seriously, I said pestilent and that's what I mean!

Denver was there. He wears red cowboy boots with his dress slacks. A serious case of Mid-Life Crisis, Denver refers to his look as (and I swear to God that I'm not kidding): Tex in the City.

Not sure why Denver was invited, as Babs had told us the previous Thursday, that Denver oogled all the girls at the office, and that he thought he was a self-proclaimed "Chick Magnet". Groan. So Denver brought wine, which I can't ever turn down because it's tasty nectar.

This stuff was like pop-n-booze. You know: Soda-Pop mixed with Booze. A sparkling Australian Shiraz. Not sure I'd drink it again, as it fairly screamed "Boons Farm". After my first glass was finished, I noticed Denver was filling my glass without asking. RED FLAG WARNING! And then he told Destiny that he was going to sit down next to the "Cute Young Girls" (her and me). RED FLAG WARNING!

Suffice it to say that I was not impressed at all, with Denver's antics. At work in the past two weeks, I've ignored him as much as possible. He tried to bring up a topic that he heard about from someone else (essentially, a coworker inappropriately hit me in the arm, and I had expressed how I did not like it), and then asked if he could do the same to me. RED FLAG WARNING! So now I'm in full ignorning mode, and I'm also pissed off at him.

BTW... Babs is undergoing surgery in another two weeks. TWO WEEKS, you say? Yes, I did say. Apparently the cancer is either too bad or not too bad, that the doctor is confident she can wait 6 weeks from the time of detection until the surgery. I'm sick over it.

Laundromat Adventures: the Absentee Adventure

My upstairs neighbor (Dan, not my good friend Destiny), is an artist. Shall I say artiste'? The man looks like a thug, and only works to support his art. To be honest, I've seen his art in several Nordstrom's stores around the state, and never even knew it was someone who lived in my same house! He's not bad. Not bad at all, if you like the Skulls-n-Roses style.

But as I said, Dan looks like a thug. So it came as no surprise when Destiny and I were having cocktails out on the back balcony, that Dan came out on his side, and started telling us a story. He goes to the same Fluff-n-Fold about which I always blather on. Essentially, he was smoking out in front and the cops screeched into the parking lot and threw him up against a wall and searched him.

Destiny and I looked at eachother and tried not to laugh. If I were a cop, I would search Dan just on principle. Seriously. The man is 38 years old, lives with a woman who is not his girlfriend, to save on rent. His girlfriend is needier than even me... and he drinks and smokes like it's going out of style. He wears a beany-hat, even in the summer. Looks as though he's had a hard life.

So why is he always getting "unjustly" critisized? His appearance, the things he does, the company he keeps. I find it hard to believe that he is being wrongfully profiled. My Daddy always used to say that it it looks like cow $4!t and smells like cow $4!t .... then you'd better not step in it!

Laundromat Adventures: The $3 Jacket

Life down at the local Fluff-n-Fold is invariably predictable. The working folks come in and out, the homeless folks seem to stick around for a longer period of time.

I've become a bit uncomfortable sitting there on a weekday afternoon, amongst the homeless folks. Don't think that I haven't gone through my stages of trying to talk to them... because I have. But there are a number of things that I can't get past: namely that they are homeless because of their mental state. Someone will seem a glimmer of normal and then WHAM... "Yes, Ma'am... I'm selling my jacket for $3.. I'm on a program, but I really want a beer". The old nearly homeless dude next to me asked if he "had Jesus" and they spouted on about the good Lord, then gave the drunk a $10 bill and said "bring me the change... you'll need your coat."

It's not as hard as it used to be, to ignore these people. I believe they have a right to be there... but I can't let myself be taken in. As I was leaving, the old dude started saying to me "You're beautiful... just gorgeous.... man... so beautiful".

I sat in my car and cried.

Cat. 5 Kat

Many of my friends worked for the National Weather Service (often referred to in this blog as "the feds", "the government", "the weather service", "NOAA", and "NWS") in the Gulf Coast region. While Hurricane Katrina was not actually a Cat. 5 storm on the Saffir-Simpson scale, it's effects were lasting and devistating.

Phillip from Slidell, sent pictures recently. The distruction was nearly complete. They don't get their postal mail yet. Like, when was the last time you didn't get your postal mail? MLK day? President's Day? They haven't gotten mail since September of 2005!

I'm watching an episode of Trading Spaces where some couples from New Orleans are trading houses, to help eachother "get back to normal". It's along the coast, not in the city. Whole neighborhoods have been bulldozed. Thousands and thousands of homes are gone, and people are writing notes to their friends and family in spray-paint, on the cement slabs where their houses used to be.

Something that I always go on about in my city, is the need for outreach to the homeless. People from N.O. are still homeless too. Let's think of them and give them a helping hand if we can.

Peace.
Dot.

Thursday Night TV Watchin': Crossroads of Change

Andie went with me this past Thursday, to spend the evening with Babs. M.W. and I bought Babs a jade and silver cross necklace, to constantly remind her of her faith, of our never-ending prayers, and that the Lord is always watching over her. Babs started crying when she opened the box with the cross in it; she lived in Okinawa for 3 years while her ex was in the military. She worked in a jewelry store that specialized in jade.

I'm always in the mood for Italian food, so we ordered my fave takeout place in town. Not cheap, but I ate the remainder of the leftovers tonight, and it was totally awesome! (dude). Babs and Andie loved it too. So we ate, then watched Idol, then Skating with the Stars. Then we played Scattergories (tm) and brushed the dogs "Sister" and "Bella".

The current prognosis is that Babs has a very invasive cancer, and requires a mastectomy. She's postponed this surgery twice and it might be a few more weeks until she actually has any work done. Since the cancer is incredibly invasive, I'm not sure about her goal -- like, what the HELL is she thinking?

But it's not me. And all I can do is pray for her and be there. And ask for your prayers for the lot of us.

Peace.
Dot.