who do you think you are?

i've been sick... going on two weeks. diagnosis bronchitis. ok, well i had that a year ago almost to the week because the date on my leftover rx cough sryup coaborates this.
really, has it been a year since the last time i traveled down this hacking wheezing road? how time does fly when you are healthy.
so i left a message today with the doctor who treated me last week and he called me back tonight (nice guy). anyway he says now i may have pnemonia (great)! and he wants me in tomorrow for a chest x-ray. can i hear another (great). i've already missed enough work the past 10 days to warrant a NSF stamp across my rent check. my saving grace in another trip to the doctor is that this year i have health insurance, but hey at this point even a $25.oo co-pay may as well be $250.00. so i have to weigh it out rent check vs chest x ray.
i have this crisis of existence whenever i do fall prey to illness, i don't know if it's the fever or just being non productive, which allows me way to much time to think, but i don't know who i am when i am not working, which reveals a really sad thing about me i have NO life!
its like all my worth for being on this planet is wrapped up into being the person at work who never lets anyone down and then when i get sick its like i have this feeling of "how could you" hanging over me as people have to scurry to cover my job. even though everyone is like "hey you just get well" i read into it "hurry the hell up and get well so we can have a life and you can't."
i'm not a complainer at least not more than your average human being. you can ask my evil twin- she'll tell you thats why i'm the non evil twin. but dammit dammit all to hell i want to complain.

one thing i noticed is that i'm dreaming again. fevers have a way of creeping into your dreams and producing some really weird stuff but having once been a great dreamer i noticed that when i stepped onto the treadmill of work- work- work i stopped dreaming and since i have had all this time off in the past week i'm really enjoying the cinema going on in my stuffed up head during my overdue REM time.

i say all of that to ask this, is it ok to just be? i don't know how to do that and maybe in this momment i am doing that. i am just being. sure i'd rather just be hanging on a beach on maui but i'm not. i'm a sickly pale girl with a fever and a cough that i along with every human within earshot is getting tired of. even my pissy cat has a preplexed look on his face during these rumbling fits which leave me with zero energy to do anything other than get my coffee pot ready for the next day after all life without coffee is no life at all.
i have a perpetually hugh to-do list that i think "man if i just had a few days off i could tackle this or that" but a few days off being sick doesn't count and i have to give myself some slack...right?
so it's late and i can't wait to see whats playing tonight in that head of mine but as i lay me down to sleep there is one very famous question i must ask myself and that is ""to be or not to be?"

LOVE MEANS...what?

UAE, USA, us, them, you, me. Remember when we were all little and we were told to play nice. Remember when we were all little and we were playing with our best friend and another child would appear and we would have to include them in our play nice time. Well that's the way things were done in my parents house and it is the way I raised my limbaugh babies.

My boss just recently spent 3 weeks visiting her parents in Abudabi which I learned is part of the UAE. My boss had to teach me that. I didn't just learn it in 10th grade in Colorado. Anyway she also spent time in Dubai also part of the UAE. It's kinda like road triping from California to Washington but you have to go thru Little Canada i mean Oregon.

So she returned safe and sound and not as tan as I would have expected or liked, but you don't go get an ice cream in Tourism Town, UAE wearing your bikini top and cut offs over your bottoms like you would in say Hawaii. HEY they have Starbucks there thank God, those in the know know the one true God created both the beautiful cocao bean and the coffee bean or peaberry if you get real snobbish about your brew.

While my boss and her husband were visiting the UAE they did do stuff like go to camel races which I guess there is controversy about that. no you p.e.t.a. people not the camels, they are gonna run thru the hot desert with or with out a 50 pound child slavey jockey strapped on their hump (its the jockey THE JOCKEY save the jockey).

Her husband and bro and father did partake in a little smokin of the local stuff and I thought wow wouldn't that be cool if people come to visit us in the USA and we could take them out back after dinner or down to the town circle or square and smoke some of our local stuff with them. They would do it because it is our culture and they wouldn't want to offend.

So I didn't really know anything about the Unite Arab Emirates (and still don't) until my boss began planning her trip way way back in December of 2005 (yes 3 months ago). She assured me they are safe going, after all her parents have been living over there for some time now.

Why would we have thought any differently just because she was going to an Arab country! Come on small minded man! But she said "they" being the UAE love "us" being the USA. WHOA NOW love is a strong word.

If ( hey DEFINE If baby) love means never having to say your sorry (remember when ali's sitting there on the front steps shirvering and crying with the air so cold you could see her breath and preppy i mean ollie with that confused totured "no really i'm sorry" look on his face). Screw that preppy don't you ever ever say you're sorry again and didn't preppy sure let his dad the great aging we have a perfect part for you actor Ray Milland know it at the end. Poor dad in that one moment when he was just trying to reach out his son goes and lays that same lame line on him then left him standing there with the look on his face that said to me more along the lines of what the hell are you talking about then son your're so profoundly right.

Sorry (oops) i left the real world there for a moment and mind traveled to the reel world. wait one more sec... about the inspiration being tipper and al pleeeeeze. LOL again and again. we all know its bill and hil. now i'm rolling on the floor of my mind in gleeful give me a break giggles.

Back to reality if there really is a reality Ginny. About this port deal that has alot of American boxers and boy shorts in a wad. Those who wear thongs are excluded... sorry (oops). Wait is that discrimination? OK thong wearers included, heck even if you don't wear undies come on over and get something in a wad well i might want to rephrase that.

Anyhooo if they (the UAE) don't play nice it may well cost us (the USA) our American freedom (but not our real freedom those in the know know what I'm talking about).

And if, if the UAE does anything mean...are they really gonna try and apologize and are we really gonna say shhhhhshhhh love means never having to say your sorry.

it sounded stupid in the movie and it sounds stupid now.

bkp

My New Blog

My Dreadful Horrible Sister, (Referred to from here on out as DHS) has been bugging me for a good long time now about getting a blog of my own as I am a prolific writer.
Well she finally twisted my arm hard enough and here I am.

I know she awaits every word that drips from my keyboard like honey, with breathless anticipation.

BKP-