Street Money Update!
Weekend fever!
Six cents via Stevie and me.
Eight cents via Mason and the post office parking lot.
New York Coffee Cup. Goodfellas. “…get to live the rest of my life like a schnook.”
Sunday night movie time! AMC, thank you! I haven’t seen it in so long and there it was. This is a fine, fine, addition to my little scavenger hunt! Check it out at the 9:12 mark.
I love this movie even though it’s long. Ray Liotta. Joe Pesci. The kids were watching and JP is so good onscreen that every time he came on the kids were nervous about who he was going to kill next. Uncomfortable tension that really projects. They went to bed so they didn’t get to hear my fav line, but I recreated it for you. Say it like he would say it.
Then watch this, 4:55 mark:
“And now it’s all over.”
“And that’s the hardest part. Today everything is different; There’s no action…have to wait around like everyone else. Can’t even get decent food…I’m an average nobody…”
Day Quote. Clinical Version.
This is actually from some of my school work. It’s from an article I had to read about Dementia and behaviors associated with. Our focus is on the older patient right now and how to best care for them and the many changes that occur with advancing age. I thought this was smart and sentimental and inspires me to be kind, always.
My Stepfather in the Nursing Home
For lunch he wears a clean white shirt,
strapped into his wheelchair with his hair
smoothed back, the shoulders
of his good Brooks Brothers jacket
straight. He takes a tiny sip of water,
puts down his glass, forgets and picks it up,
twelve times. Strangers he once knew
pass through the lobby of his mind,
ask him questions he can’t answer,
change his sheets and towels.
He throws his tray across the room
and howls the hotel’s lost his luggage
just when he’s close to a big deal.
He can’t find a pencil, does the math
in his head, and everyone’s stealing
his money. He tries to tell the nurse
he’ll get her a job in sporting goods
(the company he built from scratch,
nights, weekends), but the sentences
slur like acrobats who’ve lost their timing.
I remember he’d choke up reading
every heartbreak story in the Denver Post.
Afterwards he’d send a check.
—Wendy Drexler, senior editor at Educators Publishing Service, Cambridge, MA
Cool Word of the Day!
Adventitious (adjective)
Definition: Acquired; accidental; Arising sporadically; Not inherent.
Street Money Update!
Cause you know you want to know and you know I want to tell.
All for one cent. A penny for your thoughts.
I think we’re the demons…
You really can’t watch more opposite movies back to back than Mask (the Cher/Sam Elliott/Eric Stoltz one) and Natural Born Killers.
Rusty and Rocky and Mickey and Mallory.
Add about 10 hours of aging and its effects and loss and grief and death and dying. Throw in a bottle of wine and some drinking music and the unknown isn’t as scary as it was just a few hours ago. Sunday will be here soon and the fun will be over for another week. I’m going to try and do something constructive tomorrow.
But tonight is for mayhem.
[Mickey:] “The whole world’s coming to an end, Mal.” [Mallory:] “I see angels, Mickey. They’re comin’ down for us from
heaven. And I see you ridin’ a big red horse. You’re drivin’ the horses, whippin’ ’em. And they’re spittin’ and barfin’ all
on you now. They’re coming right at us. And I see the future. There’s no death ’cause you and I, we’re angels.” [Mickey:] “I
love you, Mal…” [Mallory:] “I know you do, baby. I’ve loved you since the day we met.”
Anyone who’s ever had a heart
Wouldn’t turn around and break it
And anyone who’s ever played a part
Wouldn’t turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane
You’re waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinkin’ of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane
Anyone who’s ever had a dream
Anyone who’s ever played a part
Anyone who’s ever been lonely
And anyone who’s ever split apart
Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to aspire to me
When you smile
… Now you can go anywhere you want, baby.
—Rusty Dennis
Street Money Update
Real quick on a Saturday night. One at school. One by Mason. One by Stevie. Three cents. Check it here for the year.
Six Months!! And now for a little song and dance…
It has been six months since I started this blog. Hee haw! I am official, I guess. I have about 4000 hits…not great but not too bad I think. This isn’t a flashy site by any means. Just me and my family and the things we do to pass our time. I find it extremely interesting and humorous. Shock!
However. I fear I must go on a little hiatus. A roundabout. A sabbatical. A break. Whatever you call it when you have to take a step back and give it a rest.
Not because I want to, but because I have to. As I have brutally learned this fourth week in my nursing program classes, I am not perfect. Yes, that is correct. I am NOT perfect. (Boo hoo hoo) I know, it gave me the sads all night last night and the voms at the same time. I still feel somewhat queasy and I really don’t like it.
I have been moving along smooth as silk until yesterday’s skills test. Passed the physical test fine. So don’t worry about that. It was the written portion, that I felt would be easier than it turned out to be. I’m not happy or proud that I missed a pass by one stinking point, but that’s the way we all get slapped back into reality. I focused on some of the material, but not ALL of the material, and I paid for that mistake. Posting here was part of that, “not studying enough” thing that I did. Since I HATE (my fav word according to the BF–but it fits real nice here) I HATE feeling the way I feel right now, I must eliminate the root cause. And that is unnecessary distraction. In the form of a personal journal to the world or a facebook page or just cruising the internet reading about gossip (sobby sob sob).
Seriously. It sucks, but I have to suck it up and re-focus, or you are going to be reading a blog about a woman slowly unraveling and spinning into a life of drugs and alcohol and possibly crime and scandal. Who knows?? And since my future job is going to be all about life and death…I should probably pay attention!
Bottom line. Subscribe to me and when I do post, in the future, after I re-settle into my groove, you won’t miss anything! It could be good. It could be bad. It could be a disaster. But don’t you want to be there for it?!?
I will post when I can and picture when I can. The world keeps spinning even when I can’t keep my balance. I already knew that, but I needed the reminder.
Stay with me. Send me good luck or a note of encouragement…it is ALWAYS welcome. Sometime that voice in the dark will help you keep going when nothing else can.
Here’s talking to you from the other side.
L.
just shy of pretty 