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Archive for April, 2005

April 27th, 2005

Self help for the wicked

Tyranny doesn’t like to listen. It robs critics of their voices and amplifies those of the sycophants.

April 26th, 2005

Nope, one more

From my recall notice, slightly modified: WWVWD?

April 26th, 2005

I have titanium INSIDE of me!!!

Okay. That’s enough meaningless prattle from me for one day.

April 26th, 2005

Top 10 ways to cue my vindictive byutch button

This is dedicated to several of my ex-boyfriends, just in case anyone thinks I’m being passive aggressive and spiteful.

10. Talk demeaningly about women in general because of your bad experiences with a few of them.

9. Refer to women as “females.” Technically, you’re correct, but it still comes
off as we’re biological specimens.

8. Pick fights. At bedtime.

7. When asked if anything is wrong, tell me it’s all in my head. Several weeks later, kick me out of your life.

6. Tell my friends, when I’m trying to puzzle out your inexplicable behavior, that I’m psycho.

5. Pretend I don’t exist when you know I care about you. Wipe out evidence of my existence so that you feel better about your choices. Even two years after the fact.

4. Treat other people badly. Scream “drama” when you don’t get good karmic results.

3. Project all of your flaws onto me.

2. Misunderstand the difference between passive-aggressive spitefulness and genuine confusion.

1. In lieu of closure, opt for hurling insults.

April 26th, 2005

And they were HUGE

The three gallstones that were taken out with my gallbladder last week were about the same size as large gumballs.

Clean bill of health, otherwise. In three weeks, I should be 100 percent.

April 25th, 2005

knitster…

Knitster is live. now to make it functional.

April 23rd, 2005

Grrr.

Driving okay. Walking bad.

April 22nd, 2005

Grrr. Argh.

Still no white smoke from the Butterfield estate. (Five of you will get that, but trust me, you don’t want to know.) Trying to get caught up with work today, but I have a feeling I need a jaunt to the drug store. You know, I think just threatening my subconscious with that made everything better.

D. and I are having a bad case of schedule. If anyone’s feeling up for keeping me company over the next few days, I’m _really_ stir crazy and not clear for driving more than like a block.

April 20th, 2005

But broccoli has crowns…

Washington Post has turned me on to several interesting things, but this wins
for “I didn't need to see this” in today's special offer.

http://www.asparagusqueen.com/

That said, D. has graciously offered to enter.

Side note: I never in a million years thought I would be afraid to hiccup, but by golly that time
is now.

April 20th, 2005

Creepy!

Oh,
and here's today's horoscope from Rob Brezsny.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): One of my ex-girlfriends had heart surgery when she was an
infant. They opened her tiny chest, fixed the problem, and sewed her back up, leaving a two-inch
scar on her skin. By the time she became an adult, the scar had grown along with the rest of her,
stretching to eight inches. I regard this as a good metaphor for the way our early psychic wounds
expand as we mature. Having said that, though, I'm happy to report that you now have an
excellent chance to dramatically dissipate the lingering pain of an old trauma, as well as to
shrink the scar it made. Please take maximum advantage of the healing energy
available.