Random Fact About Me:

Whenever I put eggs away they have to be arranged symmetrically in the carton. If I have an odd egg, it pains me. I have actually thrown the extra egg out a few times. I know this is weird, and that doesn't stop me in the least. Embrace my symmetrical egg habits.
Jaidie "D.T" Intrigued - 12 years, 9 months, 19 days ago

~*Splinter Brained*~

Since I haven't posted in what seems like years.. I shall blow the dust off and leave a lil' something!! ~Enjoy!

Today is day (lost count) of a migraine. Earlier this morning I was thinking maybe TODAY would be the day I would summon up the powers to both shower and go to the store. Thus far I have accomplished neither.

Somewhere I have read that a migraine sometimes causes exhaustion similar to the flu. Considering it took me till 7PM to just open my laptop and check on stuff, I think I'm inclined to agree. There was an hour before that where I pondered which would be less taxing- a bath or a shower? Apparently thinking about it used up all my reserves and I plopped back down with a book again. The migraine meds are keeping the worst of it at bay, so at least I can read... but I'm so tired that I'm thirsty and hungry and too tired to get up to DO anything about it. Part of that is the migraine, part of that is the medicine.

At one point today I thought I really was going to pull it together. Having just napped for a while, I was optimistic and went to heat up some tea in the microwave. I got the tea in the microwave all right, but not in the way that I meant to, which was *still in the cup* instead of hitting the glass turntable with the bottom of the mug and sloshing most of my tea over the edge into the microwave and some all over the counter. It was at that moment that I decided if I couldn't operate a mug of tea I should probably not attempt to operate a vehicle.

Considering the amount of things I've run into and knocked over today, taking a shower seems a dangerous idea. Considering the amount of times I've suddenly fallen asleep, taking a bath doesn't seem any less dangerous.

These are the days that leftovers are godsends, that making too much food on a previous day seems the act of a genius, that I'm grateful I let people talk me into owning a microwave, and that I'm thrilled that I have a son old enough to make his own food and at times his younger siblings and generally be trusted with scissors and whatever else he may come across while his mother is unconscious somewhere. Ok, ok, it's not like I pass out just ANYWHERE, I have the sense to park myself nearby at least. The couch is always a safe bet as it's next to the TV, which is where things like Mythbusters and CSI are playing, and oh heavens to betsy, the Xbox and the Wii are ever so easy to hook up. It's a play he is content for quite a while.

That reminds me... I was against my son ever playing video games, but his father introduced him to Nintendo or something one winter day when I had strep throat. It was then that I realized why parents might allow such things, as I faded in and out of a fevered state of consciousness and was relieved to find the five year old exactly where he was the last time I opened my eyes- directly in front of me, eyes never wavering from the screen. He wasn't off sticking things in light sockets or trying to feed the squirrels on our porch my hand or outside playing in traffic or worse, talking to our totally white trash downstairs neighbors. No, he was just happy as could be, and I could rest and fight the infection without feeling like a failure as a mother with a child waking me up with puppy dog eyes pleading with me to play with him- instead, he was happier when my eyes were closed, lest I awake and tell him it was time to stop, or eat, or pee, or breathe. When I did finally pull it together enough to feed him and get him ready for bed, he sorrowfully looked at me and said, "My thumbs HURT." It was hard not to laugh. Gently I explained to him that he wasn't used to pressing buttons over and over and over again, and that perhaps he should remember that next time and not play so long... he quickly said, "Well, they don't hurt THAT bad." Uh huh.

Speaking of pulling it together, maybe tomorrow I can get to the store, because sooner or later we're going to run out of things he knows how to make. *laughs*

And a shower... it's that or soon I'll have to shave my head. Vanity will force me to bathe eventually, even if it's half assed and ends up with bruising. Someday I'm going to have one of those tubs that has a reclined seat built into it, so I can relax in comfort and also not worry about sliding down the tub when I fall asleep in it. Really, I couldn't do that in the one we currently have anyway- it's so stupidly shallow I can get my head and ass wet, or ass and feet wet, but the rest of me is sticking out of the water. *sighs* I'll leave it at that so I'll have something to write another time...

*WAVES*!~
Jaidie "D.T" Intrigued - 14 years, 9 days ago

Release...

It's been a long time, but I think that I am ready for a relationship again. A real relationship. Like the kind I have with my shoes. Loving and exciting and expensive. A relationship that makes me feel good and look even better.

Well, maybe not quite yet, but I think that I will be ready sometime in the future. Maybe in the next few years. I like even numbers, but 2010 is too perfect and 2012 is too far away. So, in 2011, I will embark on a new relationship. Maybe.

It's hard to meet a man and tell him, "Although, I am very interested in you, I still need a few more months of being a complete wreck. I would appreciate it if you would wait until an even numbered year for us to begin dating in earnest. In the meantime, if you touch another girl, I will scratch her f*cking eyes out." Very few men understand this.

It's not that I'm not dating. I am dating a man whose profile that I read on a sperm donor website. He is a doctor and has hazel eyes. We share many similar interests, but there's just no chemistry. I've got him in my freezer in case I ever feel like sharing the rest of my life with him, but I've taken him out to thaw so many times, that I'm just not sure what's in store for us if we ever decide to get serious.

I want a spring romance. Spring seems like a perfect time to start anew. We will enjoy sunset strolls and copious amounts of alcohol followed by passionate/acrobatic sex. I think April or May would be perfect. So, I've started searching the release dates of inmates in my local correctional facilities.

The internet is a wonderful thing. I can search the inmate population by release date. My current options include a man who enjoys drawing and holding hands and who just happens to have stabbed his wife 78 times with an ordinary kitchen utensil. There is also the gentleman who likes curly hair and writes poetry and is awfully crafty with a crowbar.

I am torn...*sighs*
Jaidie "D.T" Intrigued - 15 years, 14 days ago

Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?

I've been ignoring it for awhile. It seems that some lovely, albeit confused people think that I am a Thinker. I have let them know that I am a Drinker. It's an easy mistake to make...*shrugs*

I have tried not to let this get to my head. At first I was confused by the whole Thinking thing, but now, it seems so obvious. Of course I'm a Thinker. Thanks for noticing.

I think a lot. I would venture to say that I am almost always thinking. If I am not thinking, I am thinking about thinking. Or I have passed out from thinking.

I think socially. I like to think with my friends. We have several preferred places to think. I'm very open minded when it comes to thinking. While I have stuff that I prefer to think, I will think just about anything. Sometimes, this works out well for me and I discover new things that I like to think. Sometimes, I think something that makes me sick and I swear that if I would live through the night, I will never think that much again.

I don't try to hide how much I've been thinking and I don't lie about my thinking habits. I admit that I think alone. Thinking is part of my writing process. I sit down at my computer and I have a good think. Then I have another. Then, I write. I also pace when I think, so I have to stop writing and go outside. Sometimes, I think while I'm out there. My neighbors know how much I think but, they are polite and don't mention it to me.

I have some rules about my thinking. I don't think in the morning, unless I was up late thinking the night before. Usually, I don't think before noon, but I've heard that it is the cure for those kind of situations. Also, I don't think and drive. I am not a naturally bad driver,but I don't need to add thinking to the mix to make it worse...

One day...(Oh how I curse these words).... I hope to learn not to call people when I am thinking. I am guilty of making the annoying middle of the night phone call in which I say stuff like, "Woo hoo!" and "Dude, I'm thinking tonight. You should totally be here," and "I love you, man." I also send inappropriate text messages and humiliating emails when I've been thinking.

I come from a family of thinkers and recovering thinkers. Family gatherings can be awkward. I congregate with all the thinkers and we think together while the non-thinkers sit in the other room and judge us. They say things about how we are powerless over our thinking. It only makes us think more.

Sometimes, my thinking gets me into trouble, but generally, I'm a happy thinker. I like to think. In fact, I am thinking right now.

This place is driving me to think.....*UGH*
Jaidie "D.T" Intrigued - 15 years, 18 days ago

Change of Pace...

Lately, I just haven't been into writing. I think we're growing apart. Maybe we need to try something new. Tell me, is there something you'd like to see here? A burning question? Is there a post that you'd like a follow up to?

This tale space is temporarily in your hands...

Jaidie "D.T" Intrigued - 15 years, 24 days ago