I don't feel funny today
I'm crawling at a nail's pace today. I don't feel funny. No, I'm not depressed. That's reserved for when I pay the IRS each month. I'm dragging, that's all.
Sleep failed me last night and since there wasn't JACK on TV, I worked a bit. I know, I'm a sick puppy. But the thing is, work is fun to me. Yes, F-U-N for those that can't read. Phonics...it's a good thing.
So I worked a bit, got happy, then went off to bed around 3ish; after checking FB that is. Good Lord, what did we do before Facebook?
Oh yeah, now I remember, when I couldn't sleep, I would call my friend Jane. It usually went like this...
ME: Hey, it's me. Wanna hear what I wrot--
Jane: Whattt?...crackle, crackle, crackle (made with her own voice, how lame)...sorry, bad, crackle, connection. Can't hear you, crackle, crackle. Call tomorrow...or Monday, or..crackle...CLICK.
Then I'd call Vicki (Pick one...six friends are Vicki's)
ME: Hey, guess what! I wrote three--
Vicki: Whoops, would you look at the time! I have to run to the ah...emergency room and get my throat, ah........cut. CLICK.
On to Dinah. Dinah never fails me. She's my rock.
ME: Yo, Di--
Dinah: Wong number...you got wong number please. No one name Di-ah live hee-ah. CLICK.
When my friends, who will NOT be getting a
ME: Hey Mom, it's me (said in my most downtrodden voice)
MOM: Hey darling. Oh please tell me you've written some more. If you have, let me get a cup of coffee and you can read them ALL to me. You are soooo funny!
Mom. She makes me feel funny.
Call your mom today if you can. Thank you God for letting mine be on the other end of my ringy, dingy's.
JJ
posted by Queen Jaw Jaw at
8:25 AM
6 Comments:
It's so sweet that you still have your mom...from the sound of things maybe you should call her first...:)
Yes, Dee. She is a sweetheart. Now why didn't I think of that? Oh yeah, I'm sharing a brain with a friend. She has the good part.
I just posted your latest blog on my TWITTER page. I am not a Facebook enthusiast anymore. I also find myself working all hours of the night when unable to sleep Do you think maybe our minds are too active, thinking funny, then nurturing, then just thinking?
My mom is 90 and still have a sharp clear mind so we talk alot on the phone. Like you, I am grateful for every word we share.
Thanks gal. And your mom is amazing from all the stories I've heard. That acorn doesn't fall far from the tree, either.
Looks like you should call chatty in the middle of the night. She's a night owl.
When writing about your mom, it's always something dear. You are blessed to still have her around.
Dotsie
Love this!
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