Psychobiography
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From antifreeze to chicken soup
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...15 minutes of whatever comes out.
I saved the bus this morning! Lime green pouring out the front is antifreeze, right? I can't wait to find out how late poor, rule-abiding Rachel was this morning. Little stressed-out mop head (spaces out in the a.m. leaving me no time to brush her hair or remind her to swipe on her strawberry Teen Spirit). She can brush her own hair minus the knots. The little black girls still love her hair messy or not--just no pony tails, they say. They wear a lot of beads to manage their unruly kid hair. I imagine it's just easier to keep it up that way, based on the difficulties of white kid hair.
Lloyd is hanging out with my neighbor and getting a lesson in how to change oil. Hope he's taking notes. Later he'll tell everyone it was him changing the oil, because that's just what he does--he experienced it, it was him.
Poor littlest Dallas tumbled down the steps this morning. Phew, everything was OK. Even if it turned out to not be it still would be, ya know?
I made chicken soup last night that was out of this world. Reminded me that the last time I made it was the last time I saw my papa. Well, with football, gloomy (but nice) rain, an earlier sunset, and mums it felt like fall and fall feels like soup weather. Gonna bring some to Aaron's grandma before work tonight. Sweet lady had her grandson (the one who's mom died) stealing valuables form her so he could buy drugs. The family kicked him out and changed the locks but he called his grandma in the middle of the night threatening to kill himself if she didn't let him in. She let him in and he wrapped up her silver silverware and Hummels for pawning while she slept. The family busted him in the morning and told him to never NEVER do that to grandma again. Soup helps, I know.
Off to work tonight with Theresa the air head Virgo. I didn't think she and I had that much in common until she told me the things she thinks and worries about. She said she spends much of her time amidst a panic attack, which made me feel better should I ever have one or waves of one again.
I saved the bus this morning! Lime green pouring out the front is antifreeze, right? I can't wait to find out how late poor, rule-abiding Rachel was this morning. Little stressed-out mop head (spaces out in the a.m. leaving me no time to brush her hair or remind her to swipe on her strawberry Teen Spirit). She can brush her own hair minus the knots. The little black girls still love her hair messy or not--just no pony tails, they say. They wear a lot of beads to manage their unruly kid hair. I imagine it's just easier to keep it up that way, based on the difficulties of white kid hair.
Lloyd is hanging out with my neighbor and getting a lesson in how to change oil. Hope he's taking notes. Later he'll tell everyone it was him changing the oil, because that's just what he does--he experienced it, it was him.
Poor littlest Dallas tumbled down the steps this morning. Phew, everything was OK. Even if it turned out to not be it still would be, ya know?
I made chicken soup last night that was out of this world. Reminded me that the last time I made it was the last time I saw my papa. Well, with football, gloomy (but nice) rain, an earlier sunset, and mums it felt like fall and fall feels like soup weather. Gonna bring some to Aaron's grandma before work tonight. Sweet lady had her grandson (the one who's mom died) stealing valuables form her so he could buy drugs. The family kicked him out and changed the locks but he called his grandma in the middle of the night threatening to kill himself if she didn't let him in. She let him in and he wrapped up her silver silverware and Hummels for pawning while she slept. The family busted him in the morning and told him to never NEVER do that to grandma again. Soup helps, I know.
Off to work tonight with Theresa the air head Virgo. I didn't think she and I had that much in common until she told me the things she thinks and worries about. She said she spends much of her time amidst a panic attack, which made me feel better should I ever have one or waves of one again.
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