The Beach Boys haunted the day

My mom was over to visit with her husband as a brief pop in before she comes back to take my kid for two weeks in the middle of summer.

Initially I had planned to take them to the botanical gardens, but we reconfigured for fun closer to home instead heading into Morrisson for a walk downtown , we popped in for lunch at the Morrisson Inn and were suprised with a live show on the rooftop surrounded by colorful tex mex paintings and animal sculptures. The musician spuntracked us with classics from Tom Petty, Bob Dylan and the likes, the Beach Boys speaking up over the sound system during intermission.
I love the little hippie shops and co ops over here.

We discover tiny town is closed so we have to do a little plan shuffle again, mom decides an antique store nearby sounds nice, so I give her the list of what’s within a 5 miles radius and she picks Old Crow Antiques and Root Beer Bar as the go to. We pull into the parking lot to find a vintage car show underway with The Beach Boys back singing the car show tunes. Inside the store is massive, we’re greeted with an old carriage and treats ranging from Muppet kitchenware to lavish crystal chandeliers and a sea of goods from different time periods. I found this the 115th Anniversary king tusk from Ringling Brothers barnum and Bailey but unfortunately it wasn’t for sale. I was also really fond of a rare clown face cookie jar that was so ridiculous I could only love it.
The root beer bar was an absolutely primo treat as an intermission to split up our viewing of this massive space. Other artists to make repeated appearances over the soundwaves included The Rolling Stones and Johnny Cash.
Afterwards we played some put put at the nearby mini golf course amongst the dinosaurs where again our radio waves are high jacked by the same songs, I don’t mind I love the Playlist, I just found it super curious and was not the only one to notice it as moms husband also pointed out as we finished the night with Fire House sandwiches. It was a good visit.
Next time we see the grandparents they’ll whisk the kid off for adventures in camping while the hubs and I replace our floors and go for my own birthday adventures back to Meow Wolf to check it out with some different variables to play with.

Confession.

I know B.

The universe brought it all together. Some form of karma.

We spoke in depth about everything. I know everything I always wondered. I was surprised but not too much. She was more surprised. We mutually discovered the timeline of when you knew me and what you were feeding to both of us at various points in time.

Everything was to protect yourself, we realized. And not smart.

We talked for a long time.

You knew we were in the same community, even close circles. You probably knew it could happen. I guess you counted on it staying hidden.

It wasn’t wise. That didn’t work out for you. You should have been honest.

She was upset and I was upset, but we weren’t upset with each other. We had empathy for each other and we both realized it was all on you. When all was said and done, we swore each other to secrecy. We promised each other that you will never directly know what we know. Or even that we know.

She’ll never tell, I’ll never tell. If you ask, we will deny to the end. We promised. We keep our word. This is how we get our power back. And keep it.

You tried to keep your secrets. It didn’t work out for you. Never underestimate the power of women talking to each other.

Tough to watch

Youve been tough to watch for years, but this decline is unbearable. Tell me its a bad photoshop. Tell me you dont really look like this. Please. Cant believe you even THOUGHT that looked good. I know you still dont even know which way is up after the last few years, but this path ends bad.
Keep on breaking my heart. I cant watch anymore. I wont even know when you reach the terminal. But ill never stop sending angels your way. Ill never stop believing in your potential to light the world. This aint it.

First Friday

A tattoo parlor I enjoy is having an art viewing party downtown and I take the opportunity to take some party favors to my friend.
Initially I was going to bring my kid, I thought she might enjoy dancing to my friends dance mix and seeing the pretty art. I was told ahead of time it was a kid friendly invitation.
However earlier in the day I got an alert on my phone that there was a shooting blocks away from the party location and a suspect still at large, so maybe I nudged her into staying at home with her daddy (to maintain my own anxieties) it turned out for the best though, she was full on coughing,sneezing, cold sick the following day and I’d rather not take that into close space quarters.
I’m dressed for the event in a dress picturing some bright red prehistoric flowers to match my chameleon. As I enter I see the owner lady wearing a very beautiful maxi dress, she’s talking to a small group of people but flashes me a smile on entry, and another couple blocks the stairwell upstairs where my other buddy is so I take the moment to peruse the original art on display for procurement. Prices range from 200 to 800 for variously sized smaller pieces, a note I make to myself and tick away mentally for pricing my own goods. The themes vary from delicate resin depictions of forest spirites, to snakey ensembles, and pretty ladies looking all spiritual.
When the way opens upstairs I make my way but am stuck in the hallway as people shuffle in and out. My friends in his tattoo studio with his dj booth, a few tables of merch goodies and a handful of people. He was involved in conversation, so I meandered to take in the details of the art they kept for their own collections, a beautiful death and the maiden piece takes up a large spot , and I enjoy a few other scenscapes sprinkled about. When he made his way to greet me, the exchange was briefer than I would have liked but duty calls in hospitality.
I came away from the event with a small print but after fumbling with my payment transfer login got the okay the pack up the print anyway and take care of business when I was able , which I did in the morning.
All in all it was a good night, I joked with some strangers, got me some art goodies and saw some faces I’ve missed. Still I am an awkward sort when left to my own devices and I promised my husband I’d be home before 8, so I snuck out before getting a chance to sample the beverages.

Wishes spent that you wouldn’t burn me

I miss you.

It doesn’t matter, knowing that you weren’t good for me, or my self-esteem and self-worth, for that matter.

It felt as if you were the one to break things off. After processing this feeling for awhile, I realize it’s because you hadn’t really given me any other option.

There are so many things that I love about you. Your silliness, your sense of humor, your generosity, the way you felt, your nervous tics. I wanted to be able to withstand your downfalls enough to hold onto these pieces of you forever. In a way, I will hold onto those pieces of you forever. Who knew that the shortest lived romance would impact me the greatest. I still smile when I think about you. I still water our $0.50 plant, and I’ll think of you when she blooms. I don’t mind giving the ring back because it means one more time to see you. Even when I’m stone-faced in your presence, know that I’m absolutely crumbling inside.

I’m sorry about the birthday plans. I’m sorry about ending things. I just needed to feel safe again.

What did you do?

Dear Snide,
When did you become this self pitying burnout? You are a fucking crisp shell of who you once were and now I am truly done with you. Go on and tell yourself it’s all good, chew another “candy” and become even less alive. I was angry because I had wasted so much time trying to get into your drawers to restart something that happened too too long ago and now I am disgusted by you. Is it any wonder why your alone? Now you are just more alone and I finally don’t give a fuck anymore. Take your made up OCD’S and your “candies” and have the world you want, alone! Good bye, good luck. What an asshole I was for so long a time, jeez what a waste.

Narcissist at work

This might seem feeble and pathetic but I do not care – I want it out of my head.

At my new job I encountered the most narcissistic person I have never met – I have never been more let down or shit on in my life. She spent the whole time on her high horse shitting on all the staff below her because we were younger – yet I’ve managed to achieve more than her in my short life.

She moaned about the pay and how she could make more sat on her arse – so I question why did you take the job?

I decided to confront her one day in an informal setting in order to put us at a more even playing field however she had had 5 drinks before I even got there so was drunk alreadt. Anyway I decided to proceed and asked her why she took the role and what her role involved? She became so threatening and defensive from this question and decided to annihilate my personality and how I would never be able to do the job when that wasn’t even my question – it continued for about half an hour when I told her to just leave it and that she was right so I could enjoy myself she continued to make a scene.

After I stopped giving her the attention she wanted she left and then I later found out that she quit the job – honestly am relieved but still feel like I am in the wrong for confronting her but she was making my life hell at work and I just wanted to have a conversation about her job and why she kept letting me down when she was supposed to be my support system.

So a big FUCK YOU to her and I hope I never see her again – and i hope you never get hired by anyone else again so you can’t treat anyone as badly as you treated me.