You know that big pirate ship right at most amusement parks, the one that looks like a large pirate ship suspended from one point at the top. fifty or so people can ride at a time half and half facing one another.... then the ride begins... the swinging is small at first them gets bigger and bigger... Its a mega version of the two person seated swings we had as kids on the swing sets our loving parents put up for us in our own back yards. There should have been commentary to go with those damn swing sets... shrewdness by someone to explain to us as children why we like these rides so well and why we should only ride them in theme and amusement parks, not in our day-to-day lives.

I often feel that this pirate ride is a perfect imagery for my day-to-day life. But in my life, the ride does not cease and come to a stop... it only slows briefly then goes on and is at full tilt again. Up and down, back and forth... repeating the same motions over and over again. It doesn't seem like a violent ride or one that would cause danger however, don't be fooled. More people get dizzy and puke on this ride than some of the biggest roller coasters out there... And just like that ride, your life in this perpetual motion of back and forth, repeating patterns builds up a flow of nausea that eventually overflows onto the floor. Sometimes it can be cleaned up easily, other times it stains the carpet like choked up chocolate and cat shit; with perma-stain qualities only God and my dog can grant to the home. The odor of some of the worst refluxes hangs in the air for weeks following the eruption, stagnant reminders of the stolid aberration.

I keep waiting for the ride to stop, yet it does not, it just does not. Just like my dog who walks into the garden again and again to partake in the feast of feline refreshments then peruses the bedrooms of the children for something sweet to clear the pallet with the optimism that these tasty morsels will not be reappearing later reigning unpleasantry adjoined to them; I too am partaking and perusing believing that this time I will not be made nauseous. THIS time I will prevail and keep the fullness of it in check. And the ride begins again.. urp.

Do I see the shit, point it out and fix the shit pile? The stain will remain forever but will meld in over time as the carpet grows old and takes on a full even stain flavored hue. 
Or do I see the shit pile, note its there and come back later and cover it with a nice doily and sprits of fabreez? 

Thus there is the pile... and I have stepped in it.
I will have to buy more brown shoes.

God grant me the gumption, to overcome that which I must bear
the sight to navigate that which I can divert,
And the shrewdness to detect there is a difference.
 

Just another passing day the way it works sometimes.  It was frustrating all the way around but only little things. 
Clients that did not show up, another was an hour late dropping off and picking up, one of my favorite client's husband died last night, hair dresser was having an off day and my hair is not what I wanted (I may have to fix it myself) that appt ran long so I was running late to pick up the rental car, the rental car place would not take my debit card (credit card only) Grrr; daughters did not clean the kitchen until the very very last minute before I got home for the day, and lastly, my tennent's truck broke down so he is not moved out of the apartment yet.  All of this is little stuff that did not stop my day but did make it a bit of a head ache. 

Now I am home, half the kids are here, and half are gone.  Barry and I are both tired and dont feel well but only a few more hours until we can hit the sack and maybe sleep.  At least tonight we will be 'one less dog' in our bed because the dog (Toby) that we dogsit has went home.  Yeah!  So I may get to cuddle tonight without fighting for leg space with a dog that thinks Barry is her man.  :-D  

So folks, for the first post, its all vanilla.