the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds
(also, with the church's protestant blessings
daughters, unscented shapeless spirited)
they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,
are invariably interested in so many things-
at present writing one still finds
delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles?
perhaps. While permanent faces coyly bandy
scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D
...the Cambridge ladies do not care, above
Cambridge if sometimes in it's box of
sky lavender and cornerless, the
moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

(ee cummings)


i just can't seem to escape this poem, it forever haunts my soul...like an off-key mantra i recite in my head.

the great coffee incident

apparently cleaning a coffee pot, setting it up to brew in the morning with a fresh filter and fresh grounds, so all you have to do in the morning is add water and plug it in is now being viewed by some as a malicious passive aggressive act of control. gee and here i thought it was just something helpful that one person could do for another.

yes, it is still all about the coffee and who is making it. fucking coffee. fucking seriously, fucking coffee. what the fuck.

the letdown

i hate the first day back to work after vacation, i always feel like i'm walking into hell. like i'm walking backwards into the same shit that i was trying to walk out of when i left for vacation.

today there were 32 emails and 22 phone messages waiting for me. there was also a line of people waiting to talk to me and inform me of what they needed from me, the minute i walked into the office. so many people pulling in so many different directions all at once...and i just wanted to tell them all to "fuck off please so i can have five minutes to get thru my email and phone messages!"

i think the icing on the cake for me was when i got not one, but two phone calls from the same person...the first was a message left on my voicemail when i left my desk for five minutes to take a piss. apparently the issue was so important and i was taking too long in returning the call because i then got a second call, which i picked up. the major coo, that couldn't wait, was over coffee. yes coffee. fucking coffee. i was so dumbfounded and awestruck at the monumental stupidity that an issue was being created over coffee, that i sat on my end of the line with mouth gapping, unable to utter a word in response. it was all i could do to not say "fuck off please so i can have five minutes to get thru my email and phone messages because i promise you there are more important things in this world than who the fuck makes the fucking coffee!"

i think not giving a shit right now makes me even more cranky...but seriously, do i need to take time out of my first day back from vacation to deal with coffee? seriously? fucking coffee?

i hate the first day back to work after vacation...it's always such a letdown.

ohio? what's in ohio?

kroger grocery store
skyline chili
lake erie
cedar point
king's island
great wolf resorts
sweet baby octane
blue jacket
bob evans
COSI
ohio university (no, i did not say ohio state. although that's there too.)
hookahville
lake hope
strouds run
glacier grooves
serpent mound
the rock and roll hall of fame
the football hall of fame
mad river mountain
doubledays restaurant
kewpee
the original wendy's
drive-thru package stores
the flats
wright-patterson air force base
fifth third bank
three rivers music festival
giant statue of jesus
world's largest statue of the virgin mary
my parents


and me and my daughter...at the moment.

you know, just to name a few.