Jim Morrison Is God - A Love Her Madly MMP

I had my day planned: go to the Laundromat, then to Panera for breakfast, Target for some storage bins, and then the local yarn store to check out yarn for my next sweater.

By the time I get to Target, I’m feeling pretty good. It’s a gorgeous day. Maybe after all my errands are done, I’ll go to the Rose Garden, since all the roses in the neighborhood are blooming. I go into Target and grab my cart. And then I see the security guard. All of a sudden, time stands still and it all comes back to me.

“Dude, I went to the mall while I was home this weekend.”
“You always go to the mall when you go home.”
“No, listen to me. Anyway, I met this security guard, she was a woman, and I talked to her and she says it’s easy. Dude, when I go home for real, you could come with me, and work as a security guard.”
“A security guard? At the mall? Yeah, right.”
“No, really, she said it was easy. Besides, you’d look good in a uniform. We could get an apartment and I’d stay clean, I promise.”

When I was 17, CPS removed me from my parent’s “care”, and placed me in a group home for troubled adolescent girls. For the first time in my life, I was allowed to think for myself and there were rules. The rules stayed to same from day to day, with no guessing, no yelling, and no hitting. This was an amazing concept for me. I was giddy with freedom, believe it or not.

Jennifer arrived about 3 months after I did. We had been playing cards at the smoker’s table for a while before we actually became roommates. I was willing to play cards outside, since her cigarette smoke chased off the eucalyptus. Eucalyptus is an asthma trigger for me, but cigarette smoke isn’t. Go figure. Anyway, we talked about anything and everything. By the time the girls were gearing up for another round of musical roommates, we were inseparable anyway, so we became roommates. The only sticking point was my pet mice, which the we decided could remain in the living room (my last roommate wasn’t that fond of them, either.) And I had to get used to living with the shrine. Jim Morrison, Jennifer told me, is God. Pointing out that he was, and remains, dead didn’t deter her. Naturally, we listened to the Doors a lot.

Once we were sharing a room, the flirting increased exponentially, which eventually led to the Lingerie Wars. This was a competition to see who could wear the least amount of clothing to bed, while still remaining, technically, dressed. This exasperated the houseparents to no end, since they were never sure what they were going to walk in on. They took to knocking, and waiting, before coming in to our room, something they were not supposed to do. Jennifer finally won, choosing to wear her bikini to bed, and removing her top after the lights out bed check. I admitted defeat and went back to my Garfield night shirt.

After we had the conversation about the apartment, and my working as a security guard, we flirted and played cards for a few more months. Of course, we never did get that apartment. Jennifer violated her probation in a really spectacular manner, and ended up, well, I don’t know exactly where she ended up. The last letter I got from her, she headed back to jail, but maybe if she talked to her dad, she could convince him that she was going to stay clean for good this time. Promise.

Awwww, Jahdra! Isn’t it odd how a whole memory will be triggered in a second? Cool OP. Hugs.

How can it be Monday morning already?

GT

I DON’T WANT TO GO!!!
my ride will be here in about a half hour - way earlier than I thought (we’ll 15 minutes earlier anyway). I still have things to pull together. list of phone #s to compile

I DON’T WANNA GO!
I’ll call Drae when I’m awake later after surgery.

You’ll be fine, and {{{{{{{Rosie}}}}}}}.

See you on the other side of the gas, BioRosie2B.

In other news, my right elbow hurts. I inspected and flushed 45 fire hydrants over the weekend. Some of them were stuck tight, so I strained the joint while opening them up.

Ouch.

The injury IS NOT related to my sex life.

Good luck!!! All will go well!

Great OP, Jahdra. The thing that triggers may asthma trigger is something at work.

{{{{rosie}}}} Hang in there!

What ever you say bobbio.

Where’s swampy?

Welcome to teh MMP, IvoryTowerDenizen!

Awesome OP, Jahdra. I sorta had a life like that, too. 'Cept for the f’d up parents part. I was the f’d up one.

{{{Rosie}}}

I only have to work two days this week. I had such a bad attitude Friday that I am behind in my deadline. It was supposed to be this Friday, because the new “drafting supervisor” (I have to come up with a derogotory nick for him) didn’t listen when I told him I was going on vacation Wed-Fri.

Vacation is to take my Dad to get cataract surgery Wednesday, followup on Thursday. Then I have a dr appointment Friday.

I had a relaxing weekend though. Toitally goofed off a bunch instead of cleaning the house. I even got my husband to vacuum the living room by trading him dog poop duty. I hate to vacuum, and picking up dog poop takes less time anyway. Then he got to mow! Such a deal.

I took the dogs to the dog park. It was a beautiful day! Not hot or humid, and just a bit overcast. Lucy sure does love to swim.

I bbq’d some lovely pork ribs last night. They were marinated in bourbon and coke! Yum.

It’s gonna be great soon to be BioRosie. Look at how well BioTigs has done, up dancin’ and carryin’ on like she’s sixteen again! :smiley: Prayers, good thoughts, doper vibes and especially MMP Cool Kid vibes are with ya. How could anything go wrong with all that goin’ on?

Mornin’ Y’all! Hope everybody had a good weekend. I’m up and rarin’ to job hunt. I found a couple I want to apply for, so we shall see. I ain’t stoppin’ applying for jobs until I get one I want or can deal with, anyway. Ya know, it can’t hurt to apply. All they can do is say no.

Bobbio sorry for the owie. Hope it feels better soon.

Snakes to answer your question from the last MMP which I won’t resurrect, I gra-joo-et-ed from dear ol LC in 1976. I was a bicentennial gra-joo-et. Somewhere I have a letter from then President Ford congratulating me for bein’ a bicentennial gra-joo-et. Actually I do believe it’s tucked away somewheres in mom’s attic. Woo and Hoo.

ETA: Great OP Jah. Personally I am a Jim Morrison fan, though not quite to the extent of your ex-roomie.

Good luck, rosie!

Lifted from the last MMP: I need some MMP good vibes.
I’m in the process of applying to the county for a paid EMT position, and I’ve already passed the written exam, and Tuesday is the physical agility test.
I’m in fairly good shape - well, I’m not a fat lump. I did fine last year, and I’m in bette shape this year. I know I can do it; I just want a good overall time and to not fall down.

Anyway, wish me luck on Tuesday!

Good doper and MMP cool kid vibes headed out to BibKitty. Now, you are guaranteed to pass that phyical agility test. :smiley:

That’s what you gotta do. I sent 5 resumes out the day before I went to the NASA interview, and they called me as soon as I got off the plane coming back. I even had to turn 1 place down in the following month because I had accepted the offer and was waiting to move. That felt goooooo-oooood… :wink:

Any word from Warm Springs?

I am sending prayers, vibes, and wags your way.

Neat OP, Jah. Did you get to the Rose Garden?
Yawn. I think I slept too long. Yeah, I know, so sorry, poor baby. :smiley: My head feels all fuzzy inside. I’m going to caffeinate, and then off to the laundromat. Oh, I’ve got to make Stealth Onions- I should start them cooking before I go. Stealth Onions are caramelized onions that have been pureed and frozen in cubes, so I can put onions in things without Mr. LIssar throwing up.

Very cool OP Jah , until about 18 months ago, I lived in the town I grew up in, I was ALWAYS having those moments there.

{{{rosie}}} - See ya soon!

I had a nice e-mail waiting for me this morning. A couple of jr high classes had an overnight trip out of town, which requires the driver to stay with them and basically chauffeur them all around.

The e-mail was from one of the teachers literally falling all over herself praising the driver they had all weekend - how accommodating she was and friendly, and the kids loved her, and blah blah…

So that was a nice start to the week anyway.

jah, funny how memories can sometimes come flooding back. Good job posting it here.

rosie, yes you do want to go. You’ll be able to stand on the risers and walk up and down stairs when your done. It will be worth it. Just insist on the good drugs.

bobbio, just wondering how you knew it was the same muscles for…you know…that are hurting now. :wink:

swampy, keep up the good work. My crossed appendages muscles never get sore. :wink:

The weekend was busy. Not only my regular chores and errands but also escorting Mom to several furniture stores to buy new chairs. (Her old ones aren’t fit for anything but a dumpster.) We found just the right ones at a pretty good price and they will be delivered on Thursday. She needs a lot of help these days.

Work is downright brutal today so I’d best get at it.

Tupug

rosie, lots and lots and lots of good thoughts and prayers headed out. We’re all rooting for you.

Good OP, Jah. I saw the Doors when I was about 13 or 14; they were performing in my high school auditorium – it’s not as cheesy as it sounds; this was not far outside New York, and someone’s parent knew a talent agent so for a couple of years we had a series of amazing groups play there, including the Kinks, the Yardbirds, Cream, the Doors, etc. – and I went down and stood in front of the stage right in front of Jim Morrison. Not only did he nearly stomp on my fingers, but afterwards I went back to the back hallway and saw him face-to-face and looked in his eyes and realized: He had no soul. I swear, I have never in my life seen someone’s eyes that empty. They were just pools of darkness leading down to…I don’t know where. <shiver> Anyway, it freaked me out enough that to this day that moment is as vivid as if it just happened yesterday. So I’m not sure Jim Morrison is God; I suspect he headed the other direction. :eek:

{{Rosie}}

Good thoughts headed your way, BibKitty!

It’s another gorgeeyous day here. I’ve got a couple windows open, although it’s still cool, and there’s a heavenly breeze flowing through the house. My nose is starting to clear up so I don’t look quite so much like a freak, so I may be able to go out in public again in another couple of days. And I’m staring at a lovely picture of Ben Franklin on my desk – Saturday Papa Tigs decided that he should go play the $100 of free money a nearby casino was offering him, so he did while I stayed home and worked, and he not only didn’t play a penny of our money, just the house’s money, but he brought home six Bens. So I extracted my tithe. :smiley: He’s got another $100 for next weekend; I’ll be kicking him out the door promptly Saturday morning so he can pull a repeat performance. Where I’m unlucky gambling, so I only gamble the cheapest stuff and do it for entertainment, not for hopes of winning $$? He’s lucky. Seriously lucky. I’ve seen him do it enough times to recognize true talent when I see it.

Now to work, since I’m starting to feel sufficiently caffeinated to at least function.

I’m having one of those days when you feel like you can’t be dead because being dead doesn’t suck this much, only of course I know it doesn’t really suck and lots of people wish they had it this good and all that. Which in a way makes it worse. It’s lilke when you have a cold, you feel like shit and then say “Mom, I hate having a cold” and your Mom (at least mine) lists all her aches and pains and makes you feel like you’re a selfish wuss. Guess I’m a selfish wuss then.

Started feeling dizzy shortly after getting to work, it kept on getting worse. By half past nine I was seriously considering going home before it got worse, but then several things came up and of course the first thing that goes isn’t my equilibrium really, it’s my judgement, so I stayed until 2pm while meetings got shuffled back and forth and finally at quarter to 2 I sent reschedules for tomorrow for everything, telling people that if they wanted to go ahead without me and just let me know how it ends it’s fine with me too. Got into my car, cried, cried some more on the way home. At least I wasn’t crying when I was going through the border, they stopped me again (new guys again, which means I’ll be getting stopped until they all know my car).

The owner of the apartment I want to rent in France still hasn’t decided whether she’ll be renting to me or not. They swear I’ll know tomorrow morning. If I don’t know by noon, I’ll have to take the Swiss one, which is smaller but they’re on link number four of a chain of “short-term Spaniards” which so far has lasted about seven years. The Swiss owner doesn’t care who’s paying so long as he has the money by the 5th of the month.

If I can get the French place, I need a document from the Swiss government before I can cancel the insurance. I must say, it’s the first time I’ve been in a place where you need the government’s permission to leave the country. I mean, there’s other places where you do, but normally it applies only to people who’ve been visiting judges while wearing interesting bits of jewelry.

rosie, I’d send good vibes but I’m all out, sorry. I’ll send some as soon as I find any, promise.

Sorry :frowning:

Cool memory Jahdra.

Especially the lingerie wars.

If, um, you need a negotiator for the next war, just call on me.

I’m a man of peace, don’t ya know. . .