Everyone’s dying to know how I spent it. Well, I was in quite a mood as you may have noticed. I was being all depressed and defeated and shit. So, I didn’t do a damned thing, well except respond to about a kazillion birthday wishes on Facebook. That nearly shook me out of my morose mood. But being a Cancer Crab I wasn’t letting go of the table at my soiree: pity party of one. Then today, I got out of the house and took a walk and I feel so much better.
The walk evolved from an intended quick jot to McDonald’s. I was standing in line to get some sort of satisfaction – you can always count on a big mac to be a big mac – and suddenly, I had the inner fight which I haven’t had since the olde days of weight watching in 2002…
To myself:
“You know you don’t need to be eatin’ at no fucking Mcdonald’s!”
But Filet o Fish and fries will be sooo yummy.
“Oh please! at a hundred thousand calories and a million grams of fat it should be very yummy – fat ass!”
Hey, I can talk to myself like this – the fat girl part of me is like a sister.
I go inside and stand in line. There are two people in front of me. I am staring at the back of a very large woman’s lint covered behind. I look into the dining area at the other obese folks shoving french fries into their mouths five at a time. I picture myself carrying my bags of food and large soda home.
EWWW.
“Walk away. Just walk away!”
And I did. I got out of line and walked out of McDonald’s. I walked a coupla blocks down to one of the small stores in my neighborhood. I bought a bottle of water and took a short walk around the neighborhood and I feel great!
P.S. Did I mention that my super hot sexy cab driver last night tried to take me home? Well, he did take me home but he tried to pick me up, well he did pick me up but he wanted to… Let me put this way, I coulda said:
Why don’t you park that cab and come on up sexy!
And he would have done it.
SNAP!
I didn’t ask him up of course, but the fact that I coulda and he woulda – was all I needed, well, it wasn’t all I needed but it was better than a kick in the head. Plus my house was a wreck! Now THAT is motivation to clean my fuckin’ house!! I’m singing at the The Cubby Bear Lounge: tonight. It’s a post Chicago Cubs baseball game concert. It’ll be packed with happy drunken people.
Coulda Woulda Whateva, you played a bit and that is fine. To be able to send it at age 49 is epic. you go.
Rose, you are the best! Thank you my sista!
Coulda Woulda Whateva, you played a bit and that is fine. To be able to send it at age 49 is epic. you go.
Rose, you are the best! Thank you my sista!
As far as the recognition goes, I have helped a girl thru aborion , I have gotten a teen off eth, and have attempted to lure about 5 teens away from alcohol. My kids come with a battery of strikes against them and my job, impossible as it is , still gets no real recognition. You are doing what you want to do as am I. am having fun doing it…BAM
What you do is epic! Changing the world one person at a time! It is your ministry. It is Holy work I mean this even though I am buzzed from my amazing gig tonight…
As far as the recognition goes, I have helped a girl thru aborion , I have gotten a teen off eth, and have attempted to lure about 5 teens away from alcohol. My kids come with a battery of strikes against them and my job, impossible as it is , still gets no real recognition. You are doing what you want to do as am I. am having fun doing it…BAM
What you do is epic! Changing the world one person at a time! It is your ministry. It is Holy work I mean this even though I am buzzed from my amazing gig tonight…
sorry about the typos…
Hey – passion creates typos!
Bam!
sorry about the typos…
Hey – passion creates typos!
Bam!