Fire dog - Blogabond

My mother cooks Chessie a stew once a week. She get's out the big pot, chops up vegetables and boils chicken thighs and legs down. She let's it all boil for a couple of hours. She told me once before that she left the pot on simmer before going to work one day a couple of weeks ago, and the fire department had to come and knock down her door because there was smoke pluming out from the slightly cracked windows. She said that's the only time it's ever happened. The other night she had set the pot to simmer while we were watching our soaps and eating dinner.. after countless hours of days of our lives and all my children, and of course after a nice warm shower I was ready for bed... In my dream I heard Chessie whining, and felt his paw on my hand, I woke up and there he was, pawing my hand and whining into my ear... smoke was everywhere. The second I sat up, he left the room.. I saw the light on in the kitchen. I jumped out of bed and there she was cursing at the boiled down chicken fragments lining the bottom of her brand new pot. As sorry as I was about the pot, (and i know she was even more sorry), we had to laugh... I went out tanning the next day, and could have cried because for three hours of sun exposure I was still white as a ghost. Later on that evening I noticed in the bathroom a tan streak running from my forehead to my kneecaps. Had to laugh again. Today I went job hunting... I picked up app's for Barnie's coffee shop, COBB theatre, Publix grocery store (mom and gene call it pubix), Wal-Mart (Which they refer to as Wally- world), BJ's, Zumiez, and... oh lord, everywhere inside and around the mall... I need to make a friend... I just don't have the chance to get out at all, unless it's with mom... which I have no problem spending time with her, it's usually a lot of fun... it's just... that... fuck it, honestly, I don't want to live vicariously through my mother. All of her friends are nice, and mom knows how to kick back.. but I need to let loose some energy.. talk to people who share my interests, goof off, go nuts... I just feel... muted down... I like being mellow, just not all of the time. I love my mom to death, and she's great to live with... I just need a house key. Pronto. I can go out while she's at work (if i'm not working, that is) and hang out with her at night.. then go back out again when she hits the sack, and hang out with her again in the morning. That way, i'm not a motor ball all the time, and noone's at home in the day time anyway. I think even Chessie is getting sick of me, haha. Anyhoo... It's getting easier to be here... I miss my life, my family and my friends back home... and that just doesn't change... but i'm dealing with it... I can't wait to not be a tourist here anymore.

PS... got the skype memo... i'm ferritgirl... I wanted just Mel... but it's not long enough... bastards.

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snookyferrit on February 20, 2009 from Rockledge, United States

from the travel blog: Mel and Kae's Craaaaaaazzzzy Blog

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