This is an example of the kind of dingy crap I’ve been doing lately.
Walk into the kitchen to get a fresh cup of tea.
Think about chocolate.
Rinse out cup, put it on the counter.
Because I MUST multi-task, also start water for Chance’s next bottle and wipe down counter.
Think about laundry.
Start filling cup from water cooler that has dual hot/cold water taps.
Think about the 1981 Reagan assassination attempt. (I have no idea why this popped into my head. Something about differing generational expectations… or something.) Try to remember how old I was when it happened. (10)
Finish filling cup with water.
Walk to microwave, put in cup, start to punch numbers.
Stop.
Furrow brow. Think, “Why am I nuking it? Did I fill it with cold water?”
Stick finger into scalding hot water to check temperature.
Pull cup from microwave, put in teabag.
Contemplate the Bugs Bunny line, “What a maroon.”
Wonder if pregnancy permanently addled my brain.
Think about the color maroon.
What I’ve actually been doing is working through another (work) crunch period, taking care of my poor emotionally-regressed little boy (he has another cold), coordinating some playgroup items (wha? how did that happen?), and forgetting about a million other things. Par for the course. But I’m still blaming it on pregnancy. In fact, despite how busy I become or how harried I feel, I have identified the TRUE recurring themes in my life. It is not, as you might imagine, “family, friends, work, blogging.” It is instead, “family, chocolate, blame pregnancy, desire sleep, caffeine, writing.” Please expect an anguished poem with these themes any day now. – the weirdgirl
Alright, I couldn’t wait on the poem. Envision with dramatic pauses and “significant” looks. Oh, and I’ll be wearing a beret.
The thinning cry drifts
shallow down the hall.
Chocolate drips like tears…
like mucus…
robbing me from sleep.
Muffled brain shuffles incomprehensively
across label:
the children’s Tylenol glares.
My stretch marks sing soothingly.
(OK, I’ll stop being a complete smartass now.)
A maroon is supposedly an animal. When I was in high school, I moved. The new school’s mascot was a maroon. Bugs Bunny came into my head every time I thought of our school’s mascot. I have never seen any pictures, or actually heard what exactly a maroon was. It was pretty appropriate in the Bugs Bunny context, though.
That looks like my chain of events too. Glad I’m not alone.
I did not know the maroon was an animal!!
I loved this “stream-of-consciousness” entry. And a poem to top it off. Way cool!
Well, that’s what I was told in school, but dear old Google hasn’t produced one shred of evidence so far. I always thought they were lying
Hmm, now I’m curious. I just checked wikipedia and dictionary.com and you’re right, no listings. You can’t search the OED Online without a subscription anymore, which would be the real one to give us some clues.
We should organize a maroon hunt! (Sort of like hunting for chupacabras.) Everyone grab your net (or your encyclopedia). We’ll catch one of those critters, yet!
Chocolate flavored mucus. Now there’s a visual I am glad that I don’t see everyday. Nice poem I suppose poetry is in the air.
Um, please no one take that poem seriously. I was just being a punk. It was supposed to be funny. (For example, if I turned that into my writing professor he would laugh his ass off.)
If I wasn’t at work (= attached to the computer), I would probably see my day with too many thoughts of all the stuff that needs to get done, interspersed with doing them and writing it all down in the PDA (aka My Brain).
We should find a smoky bar where you can rant and wail poetic.
As for the maroon hunt, I’ve got a site for you: http://www.randomhouse.com/wotd/index.pperl?date=19970731. Yes, I had to take the challenge.
I DID have a craving for chocolate, but the whole mucus thing killed it.
I’m right there with you, babe and DUDE! the poetry is too awesome. Funny shit m’lady. Cheers.
“stretch marks sing soothingly?” nothing about stretch marks are soothing. still, i think pregnancy is to blame for every bad decision or sleep deprived mix-up i’ve ever made. i’ll never get tired of using that excuse!
LMFAO- you fucking rock!
um. yeah. did i totally miss something or what. are you pregs woman? i saw that post about preggos the other day, but didn’t catch the part about you being pregs.
so lost….
No, no! I’m not pregnant. I’m just still blaming stuff from when I was pregnant. You know… over a year ago…
what?