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~ Daily Wit by yours truly ~



If you don't get this, and you aren't sure why its funny.....

Then its you of whom I speak.

Here's your red crayon. Go color.

Threes. They do not come in peace.

No sure what this has to do with anything today - but it made me laugh, and that's half the battle.

So, things come in threes. And I do believe that those things that come in threes are not good. Bad ju-ju. Bad. Is three an unlucky number? Is that why these happen or is it a strange coincidence? I think it karma, either that or the Big man upstairs -- insert appropriate deity -- is really pissed; or has PMS; because lets face it folks only women can multi-task, and keep grudges going.

What threes am I talking about, you ask.

~ One fried XBox 360
~ One dead iPod
~ One blown fuse & light bulb in the apartment -- A light bulb that managed to burn out and crash the fucking fuse for the WHOLE house at 1:30 am. Nice.

Electronics hate me. Anything that has to be plugged in, charged, or rebooted hates me. I swear to :: insert deity :: that its not just me. My husband thinks I should come with a warning label. You know the joke that says some people shouldn't be left around with sharp pointed objects? Well, I shouldn't be left with electronics gadgets of any description.

Believe when I say the irony of my current employment is not lost on me - I work in a computer lab -. I'm responsible for the computers and other random techie crap that make up this little lab. God help me if anything stops working. We be screwed! My boss man has an awful lot of faith in me. Poor guy.

So, now I am faced with buying a new iPod, and new XBox -- a new XBox will be the upgraded to the new Elite..mmmmmm, I wonder if the sudden demise of the game unit is not merely accidental after all.....-- as well as I will be doing battle with the light fixture in the bathroom in the hopes I can have light in there and not electrocute myself in the process; that or blow another fuse which plunges the whole damn building into darkness. My bad.

I can almost hear the electronics at home plotting my downfall.....

No one cares.

I really do think that people think like this sometimes. That social norms, and the unsaid rules of life do not apply to them. And yet, they assume that the rest of us should comply by the rules, and stay inside the box - no pun intended. LOL. - Sorry, I made myself laugh with that, and that's have the battle, huh.

I sometimes feel my I.Q. falling when I read and/or participate in certain online chat forums, or message boards. Its like a train wreck; you see the horrific carnage, and you know someone isn't going to make it, yet somehow you keep looking. Even worse you see someone walking towards the danger, and its like a slwo-mo moment - you reach out slowly screaming "Nooooooo....." and yet they keep walking, like a moth to a strange blue light.

Do know of what I speak?

You know the ones. Those strangely enticing chat forums that are complied of other people with similar interests or lifestyles. They are strange little sisterhoods where other women are lulled into a false sense of camaraderie and then they are pounced on the moment they say something that is a little 'outside the box'. I said sisterhood, and women because I have interacted on almost all male chat forums - (car forums....nasty minded person! lol)- and they don't care enough to be mean, or oversensitive about something that doesn't affect them. Apparently only women have a uber - sensitive/ bitchy gene.

I have noticed very recently, i.e. today, that some people react with a bitchy attitude because the statement they are reacting to is true. Most people have a tendency to become defensive at things they know to be true, but are unwilling to admit to. I'm guilty of it, and so are you. But for some people they have to be right at all times, or the sky starts to fall, and the end of life as we know is over.

Father.

I tried to forget.

But for some reason this whole week I have been on edge, and uncomfortable. I suppose in some small way you never really forget. You think you do, but you don't.

My brain tried to forget, but my heart wouldn't let me.

I know there is a lot I can, or should say. But I have that uncomfortable tightness in my throat, and I just can't say anything. I don't want to say anything.

It hurts.

Bad knee and weak ankles.

Overacting to thirty? Maybe. Probably. Yeah, I am.

But I went to bed last night with a sore knee. This morning I wake up unable to move my knee. I have no idea why, or what I did to bring this on, but it is here none the less. I have always had 'bad knees'; a term my family has used for as long as I can remember, and a tribute to my father. I have also been told I weak ankles. I apparently got those from my father too.
So apparently my body is bad, and weak. Lovely. I'm not sure if the terms used by family are more of a commentary of my father's character flaws, or real physiological attributes. I think it is probably a mix of the two; although I;m sure many of my mom's side would like to admit to the former possibility. -- My parents divorced when I was very young, and the marriage was doomed from the beginning as my grandparents were not a fan of father --. But I digress.

I have inherited both 'bad' knees, and 'weak' ankles from my father. I also was fortunate enough to bear a remarkable resemblance to my Dad. He was a handsome man, but since I am his daughter, I would have prefer to take after the female parent, no disrespect of course. I have his undeniable stature, high forehead (huge slaphead, in my humble opinion, I hate it), his facial features minus the mustache; although I'm sure menopause will not be my friend in that area. Some family members even tell me I speak like him, have the small compact walk, and my handwriting is eerily similar as well. And know to bring me back to my point --- I have weakness in certain joints and that inherited pain in the ass is surfacing. Oh. lucky. me.

I feel suddenly old. My back as long since given up any supple, unhindered motion. But I suppose that is as much to do with my condition as it does with age or genetics. But now at the age of thirty I have a fucked up knee. I rely on my other joints to get me moving when my back cannot support all my weight. When I struggle to move, my 'bad' knees and my ' weak ' ankles take over and get my going. So how bad, or weak can they be?

I'm sure this too will pass. I'm sure I just moved wrong a pulled something. Something, huh. Will that something better start feeling better.....I feel old today.

On a side note - it is strange that I started with entry with a ramble of my knee and its pain-in-the-ass discomfort, but instead it tuned into a small physical synopsis of my Dad. I miss you Dad. I always will. How can I forget you, I have your weak knees and ankles. And I love them. Most of the time.