Not that I’m complaining in any way, shape, form, or fashion but um…I think my muse is popping v-i-a-g-r-a cause some stuff is sho’ nuff getting worked over, shook loose, and birthed up in heah. I’m loving it!!

I probably have enough creative ideas to keep me occupied for the next five years. (If I could keep myself moving on them.) I have an idea in mind for a line of products that’s been brewing for a while now.

Being the visual person that I am, I really have to *see* these things so I shift into “prototype” mode where I go in the “lab” and make a few mock-ups. I did that last night with one of my ideas. Talk about excited. It still makes me giggle. I sent an email to a few “inner circle” folks sharing my excitement…even though I know tweaks are in order. It’s just a matter of actually seeing it “in the flesh” so to speak. Can’t wait until it’s quitting time on the 9-2-5 so I can hit the craft/office store and get what’s needed for my 2nd prototype.

(It’s been raining poetry too. Thanks to a different muse…who probably doesn’t know just how much he “muses” me. *SIGH*)

My muse can be temperamental so I’ve learned to go with the flow. For me that means, capturing what’s delivered on paper in that moment so that when the Muse brings something else to the table, I can leave a detailed trail to pick it up again when it’s time to circle back.

Now…if I could just sweet talk my Muse into dropping more “concreteness” where my first novel is concerned….

That? That would be pure F-I-Y-A-H!!

In the zone (DEEP) & loving every minute of it
*~* MsJayy *~*

In the course of your travels this week, if you happen to see my patience just chilling in the cut, would you very politely tell her to get her arse back home?!?!

*Sigh*

I used to consider myself a very patient person. Extremely patient. I’d like to think I’m *still* that person. But some days….I’on know ya’ll.

Like last week. D gets a letter from one of the colleges that he’s interested in. They want a signed copy of his parent(s)’ tax return. Why? The information was submitted on FAFSA which goes DIRECTLY to the school. AND…in this age of electronic filing, there is no such thing as a “signed” copy. So I call to inquire “WTH?” According to the young’un who answered the phone, they MUST have a signed copy. Again I ask, “Of what? It was electronically filed.” To which said child who apparently just WORKS at the college, not ATTENDS the college, says “It still had to be signed for them to submit it.”

Now me is mighty confuzzled (confused AND puzzled) wondering if this child thought someone had magic powers and whatnot. Hmmm…so I ask how she thought that might actually happen. Seriously. How do you sign a document submitted electronically? She stutters. Sputters. Says the form had to be signed, gives me the place on the form where the signature goes and starts talking about the spouse’s signature. Now who said anything about a spouse? I take a deep breath. Close my eyes. And through clenched teeth I say, “Child - Get.Your.Boss.NOW.Please.Thank.You.” Stressing each and every consonant, chewing hard on the vowels. Trying to hum in my head while I waited.

Boss gets on the phone. I ask the same question – if taxes are submitted electronically, how does one suppose a parent would then send the school a signed copy? AND why is it needed when the information was submitted via FAFSA (mind you, they ASK if everything on the form is accurate before you hit *send*)? AND if the Federal and State governments were willing to accept said documents without a physical signature, why wasn’t that good enough for the school? Was I speaking a foreign language? I’m serious. Dang if the boss didn’t get all twitterpated. *Sigh*

FINALLY, after having to speak to them s-l-o-w, we agreed that what they wanted (which is quite stoopid if ya ask me) is for the parent(s) to sign a copy of the form that was submitted electronically and fax it to the school.

What a colossal waste of time. For real. A waste of precious minutes I will never get back. Just sacrificing brain cells all wily nily.

Seriously.

Can I tell you that twere it moi, this school would definitely have fallen to the BOTTOM of my list of choices. Hell, they would have fallen completely OFF my list. Mmm hmmm. Just like that *snap of fingers*.

Why? Cause I’on do stoopid. Not on purpose. And definitely not on da regular. It just doesn’t look good on me. Trust and believe.

At any rate, if ya’ll see my patience, tell her she needs to get her laid-back arse home befo’ da streetlights come on. Shoot, somebody just asked me to do some rework on something I’ve already “reworked” 6 times while waiting on answers/info that only THEY can deliver. And they say to me, “WE have to be done by Friday.” Looka-heah-Playa…I WAS DONE. You da one dragging ya arse.

So if you roll up on Ms. Thing? If she ain’t home soon, send her down to the lock-up. And tell her not to come without a 20oz Mt.Dew (um, make that a 2-liter), a bag of Cheetos, a journal & something to write with. Oh, and let her know that I came this close to getting in somebody’s bee-hind. She needs to stop her lollygagging. And it’s Monday morning too? Uh uh. She gon’ need to do better. And do so with da quickness!

:::mumbling to self while TRYING to chant:::

Be well!

Jayy

I’m sad. Thankful that I have dental insurance once again but mighty sad that my dentist isn’t in my “new” network. I mean, how is the person that referred 90 cajillion people to Dr. E NOT gonna be his patient?!?! I’m thinking about starting a petition or asking my refer-ees to boycott but they just fall out laughing when I broach the subject. *Sigh*

So, in the interest of keeping my mouth looking and smelling fresh, I went in search of a new dentist. (We don’t want any of those “Flavor of Love 3″ incidents. Ya’ll know they told that chick her breath smelled like she had a midget tapdancing on the back of her throat wearing sh*tty shoes! Dang, that is R-O-U-G-H!!).

I get there and have to wait a few minutes. There was a young boy in the x-ray chair and ya’ll know what? He was not having ANY of it. Screaming. Crying. They left the office without having gotten any of it done. I climb into the chair and the dentist takes a li’l look-see. Minor stuff. Mostly. But then…we tripped over into the “dental twilight zone”. She asked me if I wanted to close the two gaps (TWO) in my mouth. Now, I’ve had this mouth all my life. Look at it er’y day. What gap(s)? She hands me a mirror while saying, “Braces will take care of that.” I’m looking at her like maybe she’s been sipping straight fluoride. Um, no. Giving her the side-eye as she suggest some other unnecessary ish. I don’t know about this dentist.

So she wants the prerequisite xrays. Ok. I expected that. BUT her assistant was taking so many, I started laughing and couldn’t stop. The poor child got caught up in the fact that I laughed so much, she started laughing. I asked her when they started taking xrays of individual teeth cause it sure felt like they were doing single shots. Dang.

That brings me to my letter to the ADA - the American Dental Association.

Dear ADA,
Seriously, help me understand this. I don’t have to like it or agree with it but it is paramount that I at least UNDERSTAND it.

Now, when I go into the store to purchase dental/oral products, I am confuzzled (confused AND puzzled!) by the vast array of products. There has to be 200 trajillion brands and flavors of toothpaste (for sensitive teeth, whitening, strengthening, fluoride, with mouthwash, vanilla, mint, cinnamon, bbq, hot sauce…ok I go too far…but then again - maybe so do you!). There have to be 100 kamillion brands and flavors of mouthwaste, rinse and “fiftyleven” types of floss. I’m not mad atcha about that.

So we’ve got all that on aisle 6. We have 4 out of 5 dentists recommended gum, mints, etc.

And yet, no one has paused for even a minute to figure out how to create a mechanism to take dental xrays that don’t hurt?? C’mon on now. Seriously?? Seriously! That crap hurts. Ok. The sharp ends of that contraption cut into your mouth and then the dental assistant has the unmitigated gall to ask you to bite down? No, you bite me. Ugh! You’re telling me that you can’t come up with something less painful? With all the technology in the world today, there’s got to be a better way.

Look, I know you’re a busy organization. I understand that. But um, you know that whole “4 out of 5 dentists” thing? Seems to me like that last dentist, that 1 that’s holding out where the rest of the crew is concerned, that odd-dentist-out has a little free time on his/her hands. I say we give this to him/her and let them run up on some options. What? I’m just saying….

Thank you!

~ J ~

All that and ya’ll know that dentist didn’t even clean my teeth. I was sitting in the chair going, “I know we’re not done”. They were so darn busy trying to work up a payment plan for the “suggested plan of treatment”. Fugg dat. I’m calling my “REAL” dentist and groveling for him to take me back. Hmph!