Posts Tagged ‘vacation’
is one of The Viv’s faVorite words.
I would venture to say that it’s one of everyone’s faVorites.
Not just because it’s fun to say and that it starts with the letter ‘V’.
The attraction of the very word lies within the concept of VACATING her day-to-day-mind-numbing-hellish LIFE.
For The Viv, the mere idea of VACATING and ESCAPING that oft-wretched suckfest of a life for one, measly frickin’ week a year
happens to be the lifeblood, that magic elixir, that gets her through the other miserable 51 weeks.
for that single, precious, sustaining
wherein she enjoys being
The Bon Vivant.
Most days —
(including a well-padded maximum-security facility)
(with really good food)
But, for that single-precious-sustaining semana,
The Bon Viv chooses,
to be in
There simply is
I’d rather be.
I want to
It is my DREAM to live in one o’ those quaint little cottages on the boardwalk (preferably somewhere between 6th and 16th streets),
to wake every day to the brown ocean slapping the man-made jetty, and to spend my lazy days on my cute little porch gawking the
vacationers in their Sunsations-seasonal-skankwear parading and/or making dunderhead decisions in driving various non-motorized
vehicles up and down the boards.
As for dying in OCMD,
I, Sassy Viv,
do hereby decree
I wish for my leathery cadaver
on the Bull on the Beach fryers.
I want The Dingus
to put me into a lashed harness
(with 320 lb. twisted poly line, of course),
ram a sturdy spar and spreader
up my crispy ass,
and then launch
my charred carcass
in front of
The Kite Loft
to allow my CinderViv self
across the boards and the beach.
my cremation will take place
on a day with a wind
that will carry my ashes
five blocks south
a little of
into his Jesus sand sculptures.
That’s the closest to
The Viv will get.
Yep, even The Viv!
For the first time in the M & Ms’ short, little lives, SassyMama was able to stay home with them during the summer. I looked forward to this time with my beloved babes, hoping to relish every moment of every day spent with my darling daughters. Oh! The things we would do together! The books we would read! The adventures we would have! The “special time” we would cherish for the rest of our lives.
Yeah, right. That little pipe dream led straight down the crapper. That bliss I had envisioned lasted all of two frippin’ days! By day 3 of summer vaca, I was ready to rip my hair out by the roots and choke the little ‘tards! “Endless Summer” has a brand new meaning for me, my friends: Endless Summer of Screaming, Whining and Fighting is more like it! WHAT was I thinking?! They fought over everything imaginable: clothes, Nintendo DS games, who got to ring the neighbor’s doorbell 1st, who got to press the buttons on the freakin’ washing machine…you name it, they fought for it. My personal favorite was the wailing war over whose summer sandals Pappy was going to like best! JC on high!!!!! (and speaking of “high,” I now know why people take drugs).
I have had a headache the size of the tri-state area for 3 dagum months! I went through 3 bottles of Extra-Strength Tylenol during my Endless Summer of Misery! However, I am now in a 12-Step program to wean myself off. The day before school started back up, I found my foggy self driving aimlessly through seedy downtown streets…I’m pretty sure, subconsciously, I was cruising for a meth lab. (Whew! That Tylenol intervention was none too soon!)