Ouch!!!

My cousin called me a few minutes ago wondering where my blog post was for this week. Boy am I glad she did. I've been in bed suffering with a migraine since yesterday afternoon, although I did manage to scramble out for a couple hours this morning, with the help of some heavy pain medication. The only problem was that it only lasted about two hours. Needless to say, I drove myself home almost in tears.

I really don't know why these monster headaches have decided to descend upon my family and I. My brother has them so bad that his aura makes him have personality changes. His actual headaches are almost painful to watch. Even my son is now beginning to go through the motions. Guess it's time to go and buy him his first pair of "cave" curtains. I'm talking about the type that block most of the light from entering the room. They're crucial for those times when you literally wake up with what I call "vampire light syndrome". On those days, I know I'm in trouble because I can't even stand a glimmer of light even before the pain sets in.

Today I got caught up in the frenzy of the moment, as I tried to accomplish as much as I could in the short time I had available to me before the pain flood gates reopened. As I sat in my meeting working through details for an upcoming project, Hurricane Katrina #2 resumed in my head without warning. As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, I thanked God for the close of everything. As I stepped onto the elevator that would take me down to the lobby, I couldn't help but note the somewhat inverse relationship between it and my situation. My pain was rapidly rising in my head, which was at the top of my body. The elevator, however, would rapidly lower my pain racked body from the top floor of the building to the lobby so that I could get to my car, go home, get back into my cave, and try to ride out the pain until this migraine decides to let up on me for this time.

The pain is stubborn this time. It won't go anywhere. I'm still lying here in my "cave", waiting for it to depart. These headaches have been with me for so long that I almost feel as though the pain is somehow personified. Maybe if I ask it in the right manner to leave me alone, it will. I don't know; I'm desperate. Maybe one of those old childhood songs will work:

Pain, pain
Go away
Don't come again
Another day!!

Nope, didn't work. Still hurts. Guess I'll just have to pray and keep trying the medication.

Be Blessed!!

Kharamel

Girl Talk

My cousin and I have been out all day today rolling around doing nothing at all. Man, it has been a great! It's been kind of like our old days. Back in the day we used to ride around and crack crazy jokes that made no sense to anyone, but they were still hilarious. One was about a Portabello mushroom. My cousin made me laugh so hard, I ended up darn near choking to death off my water I was drinking at the time. Some how or another, I steered my truck off Jewella Ave. into Max's Pawn Shop's parking lot and she gave me a half-assed attempt at the Heimlich maneuver. When I could breath again, we finished laughing and continued our trip.

We still laugh about the stupidest stuff in the world all the time when we drive. I still choke off my drinks while I laugh. In the end, life still goes on for us. If I could post a camcorder or some other recording device in the car to catch some of our sessions in the car, we could probably make tons of money of the stuff we do and say in the car. I mean look at all the money Seinfeld made off his show about nothing.

I Got Nothing!

I have been trying to think of something to post on my blog for days. Now, it's the bottom of the ninth, and I still have nothing! Last week I received a bye from the 'Writing Gods' since the last day landed on my dad's birthday. I couldn't help but write that one; I mean the computer literally posted the date in my face. The week before that I had a case of delirium. I'm a little too old to be running around talking about playing Superwoman, so I HAD to be delirious! Today, I'm just stuck.

So, let's see if I can at least make this a little interesting by telling you all what I wish that I had done this week. Let's go with the top 5 activities that I didn't get done this week.

5. I still haven't started reading my new book I just HAD TO HAVE! It's Angels & Demons by Dan Brown. I was in such a hurry to buy it a couple weeks ago. Now, I'm looking at it here on my dresser and still in the bag.

4. I was supposed to catch up my laundry yesterday. Well, that didn't happen. I guess I can give myself a little credit; I at least did one load. Now if I could only find the time to finish the rest.

3. I still have yet to watch the last two dvd's I have bought. This is one item that really had to be taken care of. I'm famous for buying movies and never watching them. As a matter of fact, I still have to watch my copy of Ray and Dreamgirls. I rushed out the first day Ray was released to buy it. My son finally broke the plastic on it about six months ago. I have no idea why I do things like that.

2. I said every day last week that this week I would go to Bed, Bath, & Beyond for some Warm Vanilla Sugar body products. OK, now I guess I'll have to take my journey there next week.

1. So, what's the number one thing that I didn't get done this week? Well, I were Brain and I had a partner named Pinkie, I think the conversation would go like this:
Pinkie: What are we going to do today Brain?
Brain: Same thing we do everyday, Pinkie. Try to get some sleep!!

OK this post may sound totally ridiculous; however, you were warned--told you I had nothing!!

Be Blessed!

Kharamel

Voice On The Telephone

I always knew his name. It was one of the strangest I had ever heard. I still don't know what it means though. Must be a family name because it was passed down through three generations, and I haven't run into any others with it. Doesn't matter because even when the name didn't have a face, it was beautiful to me. He was too, although I hadn't seen him.

Fast forward to age eighteen, my first place, and my first telephone. The combination of those three items equaled the key to finding my mystery man. Being the inch-high private eye I have always been, I got my mark with no problems. It was strange at first, but we got past that real quick. The gift of gab is--well it's just that, a gift. When all else failed, we talked, and talked, and talked. We let it all hang out--the good, and the bad. We got over the past, enjoyed everyday, and pondered over our future through my marvelous telephone.

As much as I wanted to see his face, it's funny that I only ended up seeing it twice. First I met him a few years after the first phone call, during a family gathering. I was right; he was beautiful. He stood at the bottom of the staircase, with a smile just like mine. He wore a trucker hat, his skin had freckles, his hair was sandy-red, and he absent-mindedly stuffed his hands into his front jeans pocket just like me. He was beautiful. That's the image I try to hold of him. The next and last time I saw him was when he called me and told me he needed me. I flew home to hold his hand while he took his last breath. That was the last phone call and the last image of him; yet even still, he was beautiful.

It was 1992 when I made the first phone call, and 2003 when I made the last. In between the two, I can't count how many there were. I can say they were the best of my life and they were a lifetime's worth. I accomplished my childhood goal during that time: I saw his face. What happened that was more important was that I saw him on the inside. I saw him honestly, and I thank him for that. I love my telephone. I cherish the connection it brings to the outside world more than the internet, anyday.

Today, February 7, 2009 is his birthday. He would be 74 years old. Happy birthday, Reaber Wright III. Happy Birthday Daddy!!

Love,

Your Baby Girl