The Return

This is the first day back to some semblance of normalcy for me since my emergency surgery that was supposed to keep me out of work and off my feet for about a week (a week and a half tops), but as we know nothing in life is guaranteed.

I felt great and was ready to get back to the A to Z Challenge, school work, and even work, which was my plan; but unfortunately my body had other plans for me. A few days after I was discharged complications set in and back to the doctor and hospital I went.  A fever, 101, low enough; but never looks good after you’ve had any type of medical procedure and a bit or rather a lot of vomiting and some other stuff I dare not mention here.

By the time I got to the doctors office my fever had climbed to 102.4 and the decision was made shortly there after for me to head to the hospital for some tests.  Go straight to the hospital do not pass go

What does Spontaneous Mean?

What are you more comfortable with — routine and planning, or laissez-faire spontaneity?

Ha! It’s funny that this topic should come up because I was going to write a post about time today.

I don’t usually write about work just because when I leave work, I leave work at the office and the twain shall never meet outside of the hallowed office walls and halls.  I don’t friend people I work with on Facebook.  I don’t follow their Twitter feed.  I don’t go to birthday parties or happy hour — unless it’s company sponsored and even then I gag at the thought.  Don’t get me wrong, for the most part I really enjoy the folks I work with and my job.  It’s just after eight, nine, ten hours of day with you, I’d rather spend my winding down time without you.

So, back to the prompt at hand.  I just got a new

I Didn’t Choose These. My Brain Did.

This is actually a follow up to a previous post ‘Your Guess is as Good as Mine”, which was in response to a Daily Post prompt to write down the first thing you thought about that morning.

I woke up around 4:30 yesterday morning with an insatiable need to go to the bathroom and while I peed the McDonald’s “Fishy, Fishy” song made an unwelcome debut in my head. I was slightly offended by this invasion, since I don’t eat McDonald’s. I couldn’t help but laugh that this campy song would invade my head at such an incredibly inappropriate time.

Then after that randomness my head was flooded with more randomness — quotes from perhaps one of the best movies of all time — “The Princess Bride”.  Yep that’s right, “The Princess Frikin’ Bride”.

As you wish. . .

then there was . . .

You are the brute squad

and finally . . .

Hello.  My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die.

So, I head back to bed with “Princess Bride” quotes swirling around in  my head and the McDonald’s “Fishy, Fishy” song as background music.  I tried desperately to go back to sleep since I had to be up in less than two hours, but the more I tried the more “Fishy, Fishy” bore itself into my head.

I tried my own version of replacement therapy.  Picked another song from my brain box — Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep”.

There’s a fire starting in my heart.

Fishy, Fishy

Reaching a fever pitch and it’s bringing me out the dark

Fishy, Fishy

“Damnit!” was just one of a few expletives I used in my futile attempt to get that infernal “Fishy, Fishy” song out of my head.

Needless to say, I never made it back to sleep.  I got up at 6 am and headed for the shower, and I’ll be damned there it was again.  I guess I should just embrace the “Fishy, Fishy” song.

Not While I’m Alive

For today’s WP Daily Prompt, I though about creating a character and writing a story, but decided against it.  Maybe later down the road I’ll write a story featuring one or more of these places.

Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not?

• The Morgue — It’s just something very eerie about a morgue that just doesn’t sit right with me.  Yes part of it is that it’s inundated with dead people in a giant refrigerator and in drawers
• A Cemetery — Cemeteries are very beautiful places and look extremely peaceful, but I have to tell you Michael Jackson’s Thriller video ruined it for me
• A Funeral Home — It’s not that this place just reminds me of taxidermist for people.  That alone would probably be alright, but it’s the workers that give me the heebie jeebies.  They speak in such a solemn and monotone voice and have these weird and awkward smiles on their faces.  I can’t help but think their fitting me for a casket
• Jail — I have absolutely no desire to be Big Bertha’s cell mate and I have a really hard time with authority.  I’m the boss of me and having someone else be the boss of me would not go over very well.  Also that I’m in a little cell with a little window and not to mention surrounded by women all day.  That in of itself would drive me to drink, if I could have alcohol.
• Antarctica — Why would I want to go there.  It’s an ice abyss and it’s just to damn cold
• The Sahara Desert or Death Valley — To frackin hot during the day and to frackin cold at night. I’m a cool 65°–75° kinda gal with no humidity

Murphy’s Law or Perfect Timing

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!

This is my response to the Daily Prompt: Comedy of Errors

“Oh Shit!” I said as I bounded out of bed and began running for the bathroom to get showered. “I’m going to miss my flight,” I thought.

I know I set my alarm. It never fails. Whenever I need to be someplace important, something always goes wrong. The last time I had to be in Philadelphia to close a big land deal my company worked on for over a year and on my way to the meeting I slipped on ice, not more than a block away, and broke my wrist.

Well, I’ll be damned, if I was going to let that stop me. I picked myself up from the sidewalk, gathered my things and trudged the rest of the way in excruciating pain. Thank goodness the bone didn’t break the skin, but I tell you it definitely was a sight for sore eyes. They admired my desire to see the deal to the end and each time I winced in pain I was urged to go to the hospital. When my hand went

5 Question Friday

After the Daily Prompt: Far From Normal (which was quite a bit of fun to sit down and think of some fun facts about me to share), I thought it would pretty cool if I continued this from time-to-time.  I discovered My Little Life and she posts five questions for you to answer every Friday.

So, here it goes.

1. What is a hobby you would love to learn and why?

I’m not sure I would call this a hobby, but for some people it is.  I want to learn to skydive.  I am horrifically afraid of heights.  Step stools scare me, but for some reason I want to go skydiving.

2. What do you wish you could have delivered to your house but does not deliver?

This is a toughie as most stuff I want to have delivered can be delivered.  I think I will have to go with Baskin Robbins Jamoca Ice Cream with caramel sauce.  Oh dear just writing this wants me to go on my way home.

3. What’s your favorite snow day activity? Inside and out?

I don’t have just one outdoor/indoor activity.  It all depends on how much snow we get.  I enjoy making a good snow ball or snow man, and of course snow angels.  If it’s not going to amount to enough for that than I revert to sticking my tongue out and letting the snow fall on my it.  My favorite inside activities would include curling up on the sofa with a good book or movie or take a nap.

4. Would you meet a stranger from an Internet dating site?

I’ve already done that.  Would I do it again? I did. Each date was really nice, but there have been a few that gave me the creeps.  Even though they didn’t turn into boyfriend/girlfriend relationships, there are some that I still have as friends today. But it’s something that you definitely have to be careful about. Always, always, always meet in a public place and females never get in his car or go back to his place or follow him anywhere.

5. If you had to spend 35 hours in a car with 4 other people, who would you choose?

Ghandi — talk about his philosophy

Steve Jobs — would love to discuss how he made it seem you need an Apple something for day-to-day living

Ellen Degeneres or Whoopi Goldberg — I guarantee you, we’ll all need a good joke and a laugh if we’re in a car for 35 hours

Aretha Franklin — because we’re going to need somebody that can hold a note

Andy Warhol — so he could immortalize our shenanigans. Because there will be shenanigans, I guarantee that