Wednesday, December 7, 2016

12/7/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 7 - Blah, Blah, blah, blah

So it seems I'm not crazy. Ha!  Had that dude fooled.  The shrink test was stupid.  Remember this, say these numbers backwards, spell words backwards, are you going to kill yourself or others, some weren't easy to answer.  Do you think you are depressed?  What is your mood?  Well yes, yes I do think I'm depressed.  My mood is angry but I stifle it because who wants to be around someone that's angry all the time.  Anyway, he said I passed.  I told him I was going to end each response with "dot com".  He was not amused.  He said I'm on the internet too much, well duh.  Eye roll.

The waiting room for this doctor had several other doctor's offices waiting there.  A lady came in in a wheel chair and made a big production of coming in and being out of breath.  She bossed her husband around and did not shut up the whole time!  When she wasn't talking she was making a noise with her mouth or drumming her fingers.  Making noise of some sort THE WHOLE TIME!  Oh my goodness!  When she came in I ignored her because that's what I do when someone irritates me.  But jeez Louise, she would not be quiet.  Finally she was called in to her appointment and the rest of us was left in silence.  Well except for those TV's that they have in doctor's offices that run adds.  Which is another irritating thing.  Maybe it's me, maybe I'm just irritated all the time.  That's why I stifle my anger so I don't get up and strangle someone because they are making stupid noises.  Just STFU!!

I do have anger issues.  I don't let them slip out but that in itself is kinda scary.  Now that's a Dukes thing.  I don't think it's because I have dots.  #igotdots  When we do finally blow up, stand back, it's not going to be pretty.

Writing prompt for tomorrow, 12/8/16:

Write about what irritates you


Write about how you irritate others


Tuesday, December 6, 2016

12/6/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 6 - Urination

A nation in which we all belong.  Made ya look. Bahahahaha.....

Today I go see a shrink.  It's all a part of the decision if I get disability or not.  I know I'm crazy, I got dots for God's sake!  #igotdots  But of all the things wrong with me they send me to a shrink?!  I would think they would send me to a neurologist or to have another MRI.  But a shrink?!?  COME ON!! 

I hope he doesn't ask me to remember something and then ask me to repeat it later.  I can't do that.  And I hope he doesn't do spots tests, who the hell knows what they are.  This one looks like some sort of mask.

I'm kinda nervous.  The Dr. called me last night to confirm and he sounded okay over the phone but you know most of the shrinks are crazy.  That's why they went into that field to start with, to see what's wrong with them.

I'll find out around 1530 just how crazy this dude is.  I, I'm sure, will walk away with a gold star because I've colored the papers purty.

So pray that he'll see I'm crazy or whatever he's looking for.  Think crazy!

Today's new hashtag:  #keepDawncrazy

Ok, here is your writing prompt for tomorrow, 12/7/16.

Do you have a crazy friend and if so write about them.  You don't need to mention names, they know they are crazy.


Describe a time in your life where you felt crazy.


Monday, December 5, 2016

12/5/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 5 - Brain dump part 2

I need to wrap presents.  I need to cook dinner tonight...ugh.  Why do people hate Mondays so much?  Why do I hate Mondays so much?  Why did it have to rain today?  I really hate rain.  I really hate rain on Mondays.  I need to straighten up my house...badly.  All I have to do is take a little piece at a time, like eating an elephant.  Why does my hope chest, which is really my desk from the couch, look worse today and I cleaned it up yesterday?  I still can't put my laptop on it.  Maybe I'll clean off my real desk today and be able to write from there.  Why haven't I started my book yet?  I need to speak with someone from the TSA and ask them about bringing my Copaxone in my carry on when I go see Meghan.  I need to make a list of things to bring to Texas.  I need to make tea.  I see a shrink tomorrow.  I really wish I didn't have to drive myself there but it's one of those things.  I'm a paper hoarder.  Actually a tablet hoarder.  If you saw my bedroom you would be astonished at how many tablets and paper I have.  I've lost a salt shaker.  That drives me crazy when I can't find something.  How do you lose a salt shaker?  It normally takes an hour, at the least, to write a blog post.  David's home.  I need to get up from here and do something.  Rain hurts.  I have new neighbors; Brendan and Tricia.  He is from Ireland and has that cool accent.  Ok, now I'm stretching, my brain is dumped.

Writing prompts for 12/6/16

Write your brain dump.


What do you love most about writing?


Sunday, December 4, 2016

12/4/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 4 - When did back-up singers become back-up dancers?

When I see modern singers have all these elaborate back-up dancers I find it odd.  Just sit objectively and watch, say a BeyoncĂ© (even though I can't stand the chick and I wish she would fall off the edge of the earth) sing and dance.  Pay close attention to the back-up dancers.  Does that not look ridiculous to you?  Could she not do this routine without the other dancers?

Her dance moves are ridiculous enough but those other girls, queer.  And when I say "queer" I mean odd.

Now on the other hand...

They don't need no stinking back-up dancers.

One example of how I #keepDawnweird.  Some things just strike me as queer.  I have quite a few.

Here are your writing prompts for 12/5/16:

Write about something you think is odd or queer.


Post a video of you being odd or something you think is odd.

Don't be afraid to write.  You know you have it in you.  Remember to post back here or in a response on my Facebook page.


Saturday, December 3, 2016

12/3/16 - DaDecBloPoMo day 3 - #keepDawnweird - My favorite poet

I don't "get" a lot of poetry.  I think modern poetry is just a bunch of words that they call poetry.  I haven't read a lot of poetry so that is just my sideline call of it.  I haven't written any poetry because it would come out like this...

Roses are red,
That's what he said,
Violets are blue,
Just like your shoe.

I'll let the writing of poetry stay with those that know what they're doing.  At least until after I finish this book.

Robert Frost is my favorite poet.  I've got a book of his poetry and I've actually read most of them.  My favorite, by far, is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening 
By Robert Frost 
Whose woods these are I think I know.   
His house is in the village though;   
He will not see me stopping here   
To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   
To stop without a farmhouse near   
Between the woods and frozen lake   
The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   
But I have promises to keep,   
And miles to go before I sleep,   
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, © 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost. Reprinted with the permission of Henry Holt and Company, LLC.
Can't you imagine being there?  Hearing the sound of the snow as it's falling?  I love the image that it brings to my mind.
Writing prompt for 12/4/16...
Write a poem (hopefully not like mine)
Post a poem from your favorite author
Don't forget to link back to me.  Grab the DaDecBloPoMo for your site.  And as always remember the hashtag #keepDawnweird.