On stubborn donkeys...

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do.


Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;
it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and
help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!
*****
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up..

On breaking my hand, and not remembering how...

I got home about twenty minutes ago.

I walked in through the door with a smile on my face. Why? Was I drunk? Nope, not anymore. It'd worn off about an hour before.

[In the middle of my sentence, I realized I had ants floating around in my cup... After disposing of them, I continue.]

Was I high? Nope, haven't smoked a damn thing in awhile. Au naturale par moi.

...Am I happy?

Beyond. I've had an amazing night with some amazing people (though missing a couple VERY important ones! Elise & Stephen, for example) & I've got a slightly amazing headache... Lol. But mostly, it's just a dull ache now. The Ibuprofen will soon set in and take care of that for me.

I remember getting to Mai's with three passengers (two of whom will remain anonymous) and some ice and cookies and Chef Boy Ardee. Then Michael showed up with that limoncello shit--which, btw, goes down oh so smooth...

Next thing I know, we're floating around the pool, half-tipsy (or, in Cristy's case, full-on drunk) and having a good time.

Somewhere between my last beer and a giant gulp of the Smirnoff Tuscan Lemon (for which I had to fight a certain person who shall not be named due to the nature of his or her situation), I got a little fuzzy. And really, really hurt my hand. Only Allen & Cristy seemed to care, but it was nice of them. :) Don't really remember what happened, though... Wish I could...

Oh! And Susie!!! She brought me cookies! And they tasted so good, it was so sweet of her! I still have some left, and I sure will enjoy those!!

I just... Love my friends. Not a single thing went wrong tonight (though I know perhaps some people would disagree due to the arrival of certain personas, but we shall continue on!) and it was PERFECT to end the night by blasting "A Puro Dolor" by Son by Four.

I just... Idk. I love the world right now. And, as I told Mai (after being accused of being "sassy!"): "I felt good tonight. So, I let the world know it."

So... to those who were those (and a few who weren't), I love you. I had a WONDERFUL time. And I hope the birthday girls did, too.

[I now vaguely remember singing happy birthday to the birthday girls... And the ice cream cake melting... And floating around the pool on my own, lol. It'll come back slowly...]

I love you all.

Thanks for reading.

PS: My hair looks crazy. It was earned. For that reason, I post up a picture. This is after a bout in the pool, lolling around half-asleep, and driving with the windows down. This hair, to me, symbolizes: friendship.

On getting four large-ish pieces of enamel removed from my oral cavity...

It's currently 8 pm and I've been missing four teeth that have been with me... oh, for at least two and a half years or so... for about 8 hours now? Life is good so far. Hasn't hurt me much. But then, I've also been popping three Ibuprofen every four hours, lol.

I actually wouldn't complain at ALL if I could only finish clotting and remove that damn piece of gauze from either side of my mouth. It's irritating me. But as of yet, I show no signs of clotting in the near-future. And yes, it's slowed down. But... *sigh*

[And poor Cris got such a rude sight when we arrived back from the dentist's office... Sorry, Cris. But it was a pretty funny reaction, lol.]

My mom's watching some movie with Goldie Hawn in it (my "info" tells me that it's "Best Friends") and I really have never found her attractive. I actually think she's really cheap and trashy.

There's this man at my office who comes in about 3 x's a week for physical therapy (I can't, of course, say his name due to HIPAA. But he's really cute) who's an absolute sweetheart and always a joy to see. And he always wears this abuelo cologne and it's just so damn cute.... I kinda wanna stick him in my pocket so he can come home with me and play dominoes with the other viejos on the block.

Also, I'm getting sort of tired of hearing about MJ. I mean, I totally get that he was a great icon and an amazing artist... Totally. But really? Is this going to be Princess Di part 2? Are they EVER gonna shut up??

CLOT, DAMN IT!!!!!! CLOT!!!!!!!!!!

I believe that Cristy, Joey, Susie, Deya, & Mai are coming over tonight to:

1. Mock me.
2. Bring me gauze for the wound THAT WILL NOT CLOT!!!!
3. Bring me ice cream.
4. Entertain me since I am, of course, a horrible patient and dying of boredom. Even though I usually like spending a day at home doing nothing.

This will be fun, I am sure. I may have to kick them out early in order to sleep, but otherwise I shall be fine, I think. I'm actually feeling pretty spritely.

There's a very interesting scene going on outside my house right now. The sun's set and there's an odd yellow-ish color (which I'm going to assume is a result of the clouds, rain, and in-limbo time between sunset and dark). It's a really pretty color though. Soothing.

I'm on the phone with my grandparents now. I love them. They're so sweet--even if 97% of the time they drive me up a FUCKING WALL! They cleaned the house, made me pure de platano, and chicken soup. I love them today.

So. Mai's here and the rest are on their way.

AND I'VE ALMOST CLOTTED!!!

w00t