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June 8th, 2006

10:42 pm
Stick It.

For some reason, I can't get to my site from work anymore, That's really cramping my style. I think one of those tech-nerds caught on to me and blocked me out somehow. I can get to anything on the internet except my site. Coincidence? Probably not. Is it really hurting anyone if I do a little writing during lunch? Hell no! Thanks a lot jerks. Now I have to do this from home and put up with my stupid, slow dial-up connection. This might force me to stop being such a cheap-o and spring for cable internet. I hate it when interference from "the man" forces me to spend money. No wait. I just hate spending my money. I'm all about spending other people's money though so feel free to send me some of yours. (Ha! I crack myself up.)

So I thought I might vent about some of the new things that are really getting on my nerves since I've spent a few months experiencing blindness. This one happened to me tonight so it seems like a good place to start. I've been traveling with a cane for a good three months now. In that time I've been out to eat at least 20 times. Of all my trips into restaurants, where I have had my cane out and have been assisted to my seat by my dining companions, only 1 hostess/seater person (or whatever they're called) has had the sense to notice that a menu was useless to me. I am given menus everywhere I go. I shouldn't really be surprised by that since my Grandfather always used to get them too. But I always figured Chuck got menus because he didn't carry a cane so his blindness wasn't open and obvious. Now I realize that people just don't pay attention. I know it's not a big deal that I get a menu. It's just weird that people are that clueless. I always assumed that a white cane with a red tip was universally recognized as a symbol for blindness. Clearly I was wrong. I have encountered many people who have no clue what the cane means. And I'm not just talking about restaurant people either.

Another thing that's bugging me is friends and acquaintances who are scared to talk to me about my new blindness. I have lost count of the number of people who have asked my parents, "What's the deal with Audrey and that stick?" First of all, it's a cane, not a stick. No big thing though. I can let that go. What I can't let go is all these people are asking my parents instead of asking me. I know I'm blind, y'all. You can talk to me about it. It's not a dirty little secret like your Dad's secret porno collection or your Grandma's fondness for Jack Daniels. I feel like I have some deadly, contagious disease the way people are avoiding me. Seriously, I'm fine. I'm even finding humor with my situation, If you want to know how much I can see now, ask me. Don't ask my Dad. He doesn't know. Only I know the answer to that question.

You know, when I started writing this, I swear that I had more stuff to bitch about. But now, I'm tired of complaining and I forgot what I was so worked up about in the first place, I'll just move on.

I went to Memphis with Mom and Dad about a month ago. Cake was playing at the Beale Street Music Festival. Memphis is awesome and the 7 hour drive from OKC really isn't too bad. There was no way I could pass up the opportunity to go to my third Cake concert. (Have I ever mentioned how much I love Cake? Yeah? Ok. Just checking.) We couldn't find any rooms in Memphis so we stayed in Tunica, Mississippi, which is only about a half hour away and has the added bonus of having a crap-load of casinos. Gambling and Cake all in one weekend. The only way that trip could have been better is if there had been a TU game to go to. Cake was awesome, as always. Lead singer, John McCrea was particularly cranky which made the show extra entertaining. A lot of people are really put off by John's rants during Cake's shows but I think it's great. I enjoy watching crowd reactions to Cake. There's always a guy who gets frustrated and angry about all the talking and starts yelling at the stage like it will make a difference. Anyway, Cake sounded great and they played 3 songs that I had never seen live before. It was great. I can't wait to see Cake again.

I've also been to the lake a couple of times with Randy and Horatio. Horatio is finally getting really comfortable around water. He loves to fetch so much that his love for his toy overtook his desire to stay dry. He was running into the water full speed with no hesitation to retrieve his favorite toy. He swam his ass off. It was too much fun. Now I'm curious to see if he will jump into Mom and Dad's pool. I'll be trying that this weekend.

I caught lots of fish at the lake. Most of them were even big enough to eat. We've been staying with friends who have a place at Lake Eufaula. They've got a boat dock that's perfect for fishing. They've got it all set up with lights in the water to attract fish at night. I stayed out until 3 in the morning one night during Memorial Day weekend. I stayed out until 4 a.m. the next weekend. It was a blast. Fishing kicks ass.

In other news, my Mom took a step wrong in my Parents' sunk in living room and broke her ankle in 3 places. It was a nasty break. She had surgery and the Doctor put in a plate and a bunch of screws. It has been tough for her. But she's doing. good all things considered. It didn't stop her from going to Vegas this weekend so I think she'll be ok.

I think I'll call it a night. I need sleep. I'm leaving for Boston on Sunday. I'm nervous and a little excited. I'm ready to get this going. I'll be writing from Boston so be sure to tune in. Later