Zicam? how about ZiWOW!

not that i am hoping they will sponser my next show or anything or perhaps a mysterious check appears in my mail but how about Zicam? Anyone, anyone? My mom has been telling me for over a year, "you got to take the zicam" [picture Elaine from Seinfeld, "you got to see the baby!"] and for that timeframe i have for no reason but that she is my mama, said, "no no whatever" and not used it. then proceeded to get sick from my allergies, be in bed for days, cough up god knows what (and neither do i. i mean if he doesn't know how could i possibly?), and basically feel and look like ultra crap. Last night i started to feel el yucko. Sore throat, stuffed up nose, achy body (assumed at first it was from being out of shape and pretending to be so this last weekend in flag football), and watering eyes. In enters the mama..."you got to take the zicam, i am telling you it works and it is a miracle" Ok ok i will try it. You have to place it up your nose, squirt it, and then inhale. A reason unknown to me and i am sure god as well why this was a difficult feat for me. After multiple tries and then finally application by my MOTHER (many giggles throughout the process) some of the Zicam actually got into my nose passage...passage (S)? And i got to tell you...started to feel better well actually just did not feel worse, get worse. i proceeded to pump that magic juice up my nose passages (made a decision to make em plural...i don't need no stinkin committee) every 4 hours throughout the rest of the evening and the night. This morning? I don't feel tip top, 100% but i got to proclaim, "i feel decent and not sick!" i am killing the allergy cold before it comes fully on and it feels fantastic. i am a soldier in a never ending war and i vow to win this time! So i say to you kids out there as this wishy washy up and down cold hot weather continues on and seems to not be letting go..."You got to take the Zicam at the first feelings of being sick or allergy onset!" [now picture Elaine saying, "Maybe the dingo ate your baby! i said the dingo ate your baby!"] Ok now i got to go squirt it up. Ut oh what if i get addicted? Ah, another entry, later, much later.

Busy Busy!

7 days since my last post? what the hell is wrong with me, what have i been doing? nothing substantial but all good. ate lots of turkey, cranberry sauce from a can (where you open the can and it just slides out, has the can ridges on it?), ham ham, many cocktails and cold beer, danced a lot this last week to good live music, a fantastic DJ, played flag football in perfect football weather, laughed a crap load, did a few things i cannot discuss here - although in the past i would but not now...maybe in the future...watched movies (just discovered that you can download movies from netflix, ah shit i may never leave the house now), and just been enjoying november here on the shore. Heading to Chapel Hill on Wednesday for the week and weekend...in search of the employment thang, catching up with some old friends, and catering a big ole party for 600 doctors at Duke! I wonder if any are GYNs? "does your mama know what you do for a living?" Ah the fall is indeed upon us and aint it grand? Till next time...

i'm tired, achy, foot still swollen, sort of out of it...

but here are some pics from the show...and watched the dvd this eve. overall good. lots of work to do that i have not been doing but at same time loved how it turned out - onward and upward. gobble gobble kids. so much to be thankful for this year. smooches.

you little jerk...well ok maybe not so much...

i stepped on you and cursed you as i scratched, throat tightened, and as i lay in my bed unable to sleep - only counting the hours till my show. i then cheered you as laughter from the audience came rippling over me as i shared our story. out of great pain does come great art, good solid comedy. thank you, you little fucker for the laughs.

the show this saturday...

will have me in it...and unlike this picture above, with some clothes on and sans glasses yet will still be a good one! (pssst...i did have a bath suit on by the by...not sure what my friend Carol is doing in the back ground i was too focused on my modeling technique at the time...)

Please come join me at ESO for The Spoken Word, Saturday @ 7pm.
Only 10 bucks gets you laughs, silliness, poetry, and much more that i cannot share with you now.
See ya there kids.

the country life for me

oh little mice i hear your little feeties on the old wood floors
a scurrying here and there in search of what i can only imagine.
there are no snacks to be had, no cheese to be munched upon
and yet you keep going and making the rustle of plastic
keeping me awake late into the eve, early into the morning.
i am not afraid of you nor send you hate at all
i only fear stepping upon you, blocking your way from frig to
kitchen sink cabinet as the last drop of wine drips into my glass.
i share my warm home gladly with you as my family did for me
so here we are both in search of it all, looking for what i am sure we
know not of and yet we keep scurrying back and forth, here and there.
good night little ones and good luck.

what do you want people? it is 2:30am, no cable and seriously these mice! for such little bodies they pack some noise as they run all about!

when it....

it pours. hectic week this week...picked up some part time work plus some consulting work and the show is this weekend...ack! all good though. if you truly want something done give it to a lazy person IF IF! you know they have 12 other things to get done along with your thing...it is the only way we lazys get anything done. So if anyone has something they need done please let me know. i only have 11 things to get done this week and i need one more to make it all work out smoothly. catch ya round the next corner...

V day Sunday

i am not one to talk in depth about politics, religion, war, patriotism...ah shit wait what the hell do i talk about? it is times like this with questions like that one i just posed where i am glad that this blog gig is not two way interactive!

i did though want to point out that today is Veterans Day - celebrated nationally or in regard to holiday day off, tomorrow, Monday. Times when it is good to work for the governement. man i am on a roll.

anyway...back to it, Michelle...i also don't usually get all gooey inside and spurt out salty solution from my eyeballs (i just wanted to say something besides the words cry or tears) when it comes to this sort of thing (which is odd since i tend to, at least these days, cry a lot at anything - it is like i am in training for some cry fest marathon!) but i did want to recognize that it is Veterans Day and that i am extremely thankful for and to all veterans out there! It is cheesebally, geeky and totally cliche but Freedom ain't Free kids. Thank goodness for that cause this chica got no dough right now for any luxury items.

Hope it was a good sunday for all everywhere.

peace and all that crap. goodnight.

ok well i sort of lied...

it was more of preparing you for the worse rather than say lying though to be fair.
i do have a little bit of some internet access...so able to post some stuff...the important stuff anyway. raining here today in cape charles. drizzling, cold sort of rain that makes you happy that one has a lot of writing and preparing to do for one said show coming up - and when i say "happy" of course i mean not! and don't worry when i say, "writing" it does not mean i have not written the show yet...cough, choke, cough, spit, ahem...i meant to say, "editing". no matter what it will be a good one for sure. afterall it is comedy, jokes, laughter...what could be funnier than a person on stage staring blankly out at 60 people, drooling, turning red and sweating profusely for 30 or so minutes? for 10 bucks? a bargain at twice the price. anyway...stay dry or get wet whichever one suits your wants and desires on this saturday.

don't cry but...

i am house sitting this weekend and i may not have internet access so alas i may not be able to post on the blog...it will be ok i promise. if you do cry be sure to drink lots of H20...i will be back....at some point. you know that whole thing of abscense makes the heart grow fonder. your heart just may grow quite fond of me in the next week or so.

sort of out of it today kids....

i'll be back with something soon...till then stay cool or is it stay in school? peace out.

today is your day!

Hey Mr. Downtown -
hope your bornday is a good one.

i miss

i miss a summer breeze filled with honeysuckle and vanilla.

warm filled freedom slipping by my blonde hair covered arms and

friendships based on moments.

sunshine dancing on water and possibility of angels floating by me, offering ideas and temptations.

i long for clarity skimmed from pockets of smoked filled hollow bushes outside of my home.

simple seconds of throwing a basketball in a hoop, tossing rocks

down a old railroad plank and back porch steps holding butts of wisdom and chances of escape from all that possess us if only for that time.

i long again and again for that time when it made sense, gave reason and truth.

a field and then a clearing, a gust of wind brushing over and through my thin dirty blonde hair and

a knowledge of me.

Next First Wednesday Show in November

The First Wednesday show is tomorrow, Wednesday, November 7th.

Show starts at 6pm and goes till the talent runs out...which can be a long time round these parts.

Come on down to The Chesapeake Bistro on Mason Ave. in Cape Charles for amazing talent, fun, laughs, good food and drinks! I will be there and hope to see you there!

Check out their new website for more details and pictures of past shows.

http://www.1stwednesdayesva.com/index.htm

A moment of silence and then thankfulness, please

happy bornday to a brilliant dude. many thanks from this little gal for all you did...now he was not lazy.

It's the birthday of Harold Ross, born in Aspen, Colorado (1892), who founded The New Yorker magazine. He was gap-toothed, his hair was always a mess, and he spoke with a Western twang. He had never finished high school, and people sometimes joked that he'd only read one book in his life. But he had actually started out as a migratory newspaperman, traveling the country and filing hundreds of stories from California and Brooklyn and New Orleans and Panama. He later said of that period in his life, "If I stayed anywhere more than two weeks, I thought I was in a rut."
He settled in New York after serving in World War I, at a time when the city was suddenly filling up with smart, interesting people in their late twenties, and it occurred to him that there was no national magazine being written for this new generation. All the popular magazines at the time were either too intellectual or too middlebrow. Ross wanted to create a magazine that was funny and entertaining and unpretentious, and the result was The New Yorker, which came out February 21, 1925.
Ross knew right away that the magazine should have a distinctive look, and so he made sure that it was filled with cartoons. But at a time when most cartoons were caricatures of public figures or just one-line gags with a picture attached, Ross insisted that his artists draw real things and real situations — people at bars or in offices or at parties or at home with their families. In the end, he helped invent the kind of cartoon that The New Yorker still publishes today.
Ross's genius was in spotting talent in writers and hanging on to those writers. He personally hired E.B. White, James Thurber, Janet Flanner, A.J. Liebling, and Joseph Mitchell. Some of his employees were driven crazy by his endless memos and writing suggestions, or the way that he would walk into the writers' office and shout that he wanted to hear fingers pounding typewriters. But most people said they never really knew him. James Thurber wrote, "You caught only glimpses of Ross, even if you spent a long evening with him. He was always in mid-flight, or on the edge of his chair, alighting or about to take off."

oh no she didn't oh yes she did! finally someone said it.

my therapist told me last week that i am focused, "totally", she even said. it is simply that i am lazy. i just don't want to do the work. finally. after a lifetime filled with 3 therapists, multiple friends, family hearing me say, "i just feel that i am not focused. that is my issue." nope. i am simply lazy. thank you. so clear now. well off to take a nap. look people just cause i now acknowledge the problem does not mean that the behaviour changes over night. it may be years before that happens. remember the diagnosis? good.

sunday love affair continues...perhaps my longest relationship ever!

what a lovely sunday i did have this past weekend. driving around the country side thinking thoughts and soakin in the reds and yellows of the season. an unexpected, pleasurable, interesting phone call riding along with me while sipping diner coffee. finished a good book, went for a run, sipped some yummy chilled white wine with mom and good friend, caught an excellent new episode of Cold Case, a quick peruse of an old New Yorker magazine and an early bed time of 10pm. uninterrupted sleep followed. ah still a big fan of the sunday.

on the way to health insurance today

saw this sign on the side of the road, in front of a trailer park, seen it many times but for some reason today it hit me, got into me...

"Jesus; wise men still seek him."

Yep. Why not women? I tell you why. cause we already found him and he couldn't commit. ah crap guess i am going to hell...my two thoughts on that? a) at my age and all i've done? probably already got a seat there and b) lately been thinking on the whole god, devil, heaven, hell story...on the fence about it all so hey if you don't believe in something can you go there?

Happy Monday ya'll! This entry seems dark....not sure why cause i am feeling awfully light and happy today...it just came out.

a few thoughts on a lazy, fall, chilly saturday on the shore

to be strong when the wind blows,
to be flexible when others refuse to bend,
to stand tall when hands are pulling at you,
to not give up even if the water rises past your mouth,
to wake at dawn and know you are truly and forever alone,
at last to trust, to test, push, pull you inside and out,
then to come out on the other side, look in the rearview mirror
and like, love, respect and cherish what is now visible, that is
the thrill of the hunt, the passion of why each day we step up, step out
and live.

today was dark and light all in one. the wind grabbed trees and thrashed them about, clouds refused to let a sun ray in, water splashed against the shore as if angry from a past wrong, birds slept and made no sound today. and i was in it all and i the better for it all...if only for today.