WyzWmn's World©

every once in a while
I get my eyes opened for me

sometimes it comes in the form
of a compliment from a peer…
and sometimes it comes in listening
to the voice of others….

I’ve spoken to you before
about the writing of a woman named Crystal
who writes “Boobs, Injuries and Dr Pepper”

Crystal is one of the most intelligent, funny
and gifted on line writers I’ve ever read
and she is very well read…
each post often garners as many as 100 comments

recently Crystal has been writing a series
not unlike the story I’m currently writing
from my own personal history

only hers is now…not history
it’s an erudite epic of grand proportions
and it revolves over/around/through
Crystal experiencing a “breakdown”

I admit when I first began to read
the “Crazy Chronicles”
I was reluctant to get involved
I was somewhat embarrassed for her
I was concerned about her mental health
but not enough to get involved

then over time,
I found myself protective of her
I found myself telling her to continue
to not stop because some boneheads
were sending her emails
suggesting that she was
ruining a good thing

because in my eyes
above all else
blogging isn’t about the readership
it’s about the writer

one of today’s posts on Crystal’s blog
is about a monumental occurrence in her life
that also happened to be
a monumental occurrence in mine

I am completely overwhelmed
with the absolute humility
and strength of character
it must take
for this woman
to write the story she’s telling
in such detail
without
coming
completely
off
the
rails.
and
I am obliged
to experience
through her writing
a catharsis
of my own…

I am humbled.

the sound: Frank Zappa – Dinah Moe Humm, Frank Zappa – I’m the Slime, Frank Zappa – Be-Bop Tango, Frank Zappa – Cosmic Debris, Frank Zappa – Whipping Post, Frank Zappa – What Kind of Girl, Frank Zappa – Titties and Beer, Frank Zappa – Montana

I sat in the garage for a while, listening to the music and then got up and headed out the door to the fire. People had been eating goat on and off but I’d pretty much decided that I wasn’t gonna go there…and made do with some cheese and a bun offa the table.

I sat in a chair by the fire just watching and listening to the bits of conversation I could hear and surreptitiously watched the interaction between Grey, Robert, BarnYard and Rosie.

Watching them for a while made me realize what I hadn’t seen before…they were family…and had been for a long time…their mannerism and speech patterns where the same and all three of them were quick to laugh and quick to anger.

“I might be movin’ to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of Dental Floss
Raisin’ it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
By myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss,
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Well I just might grow me some bees
But I’d leave the sweet stuff
For somebody else…but then, on the other hand
I’d Keep the wax N’ melt it down
Pluck some Floss N’ swish it aroun’
I’d have me a crop
An’ it’d be on top
(that’s why I’M movin’ to Montana)
Movin’ to Montana soon
Gonna be a Dental Floss tycoon
(yes I am)
Movin’ to Montana soon
Gonna be a mennil-toss flykune
I’m pluckin’ the ol’ Dennil Floss
That’s growin’ on the prairie
Pluckin’ the floss!
I plucked all day an’ all nite an’ all
Afternoon…I’m ridin’ a small tiny hoss
(His name is MIGHTY LITTLE)
He’s a good hoss
Even though
He’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
He’s a bit dinky to strap a big saddle or
Blanket on anyway
Any way I’m pluckin’ the ol’ Dennil Floss
Even if you think it is a little silly, folks
I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
I don’t care if you think it’s silly, folks
I’m gonna find me a horse
Just about this big
An’ ride him all along the border line
With a Pair of heavy-duty
Zircon-encrusted tweezers in my hand
Every other wrangler would say
I was mighty grand
By myself I wouldn’t
Have no boss
But I’d be raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Raisin’ my lonely Dental Floss
Well I might Ride along the border
With my tweezers gleamin’In the moon-lighty night
And then I’d
Get a cuppa cawfee
N’ give my foot a push…
Just me ‘n the pymgy pony
Over the Dennil Floss Bush
N’ then I might just
Jumb back on
An’ ride Like a cowboy
Into the dawn to Montana
Movin’ to Montana soon
(Yippy-Ty-O-Ty-Ay)
that’s why I’m moving to Montana soon