Daily Archives: March 10, 2010

Just Me - AmeliaJake

Scary TV

No, not werewolves or vampires or serial killers. This show called Monsters Inside Me can really eat at you. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to express it. I’m talking parasites and just now the show is featuring tapeworm cysts in the brain. They have even  . . . ack, Alison is calling to be picked up . . . just got back to hear the closing that some parasites can’t be killed and for the rest of your life you will have – get ready for it – Monsters Inside Me.

Before I left, I caught a shot of them pulling a tapeworm cyst from someone’s brain; it was horrible and I can see it in my mind’s eye. Last night I had terrible nightmares and given the last hour, maybe I’ll just stay up all night. That’s an even better idea now that Animal Planet is showing a raft being capsized by a hippo in a croc-invested river.

Just Me - AmeliaJake, The Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse

Will somebody turn the key in my back

I am having trouble getting going this morning. I could have done it, after all I got up and took Alison to work and came home and started the process to get Summer moving. However, I was informed it was Collaboration Wednesday; that, apparently is the new – or newly-used – name for the damned 30 minute delay Wednesday.

Disgusted, I put my head down on a pillow and thought, “Oh, Puh-lease.” Robert took her to school and I stayed in the ball of tired despair that comes from being reminded of the unbeatable, annoying and stupid things that are not satisfied to psychically beat you in points, but beat you up and down.

Last week Summer came home and said the school wasn’t going to have the Wednesday delay anymore; I am not stupid – I looked at her and her grin and guessed they had changed it to another day. Oh, yeah, I was right. Now we are going to have Collaboration Monday. Of course. Monday. I suppose they feel it eases you into the week. No, it does not. It introduces you to the week with a nod to starting out with a salute to the idea that the week is something to groan about. To start out by delaying and throwing everything out of whack.

I’m sure this little fiasco of a schedule blip is because someone needed something on a resume as a progressive program. But like many little stepping stones needlessly thrown down by people, it remains to trip us up.

So now, today, I am going to be complaining to all the guys stopping in at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Hey! Guess what?? I turned my own key. They will probably walk in, take one look at me and mouth, “Oh, Puh-lease.”