And you’ll be
In a world of
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination
Pure Imagination, Gene Wilder.
See how I mentioned that your arse was once comfortable in the previous sentence? Now while Dolly sings about being a 9 to 5 work class woman, I am going to suggest you get a pillow for your butt as well as a blanket as it may be cold and get comfortable.
However, I am thinking you may require something to eat and drink so with that, put me down and I will wait for you to grab something to eat. Besides, it isn’t like I have any place to go apart from wherever you put me down and with that, welcome back. I hope you have gotten comfortable and now it is time to roll on with the show.
In my case, its a blog post.
Firstly, I would like to start off by thanking Lois for stepping into the writer seat and taking over for me. Unlike most people who wish to keep control over their empire and their little minions, I am more than willing to give over the control of the empire for a few hours. And I am talking about a legal way rather than hacking into someone’s account and take control like that, but than, you never know.
In my case, it meant that I handed my Mother a computer, made her something to eat and drink, place a cigarette ashtray near her and went to sit or rather lie down on the couch. When I awoke from my quick four hour nap, it was in that moment of snoozing and dreaming, I allowed my body to come of its high. There is so much the body can handle living on adrenaline before it crashes and you are left sitting in a corner, rocking back and forth.
And I so just happened to come across what happened after spending 5 months living on pure adrenaline and that was sleeping for a straight 72 hours with little to no disturbances. Only downside was that I decided to do it in the heatwave Queensland was experiencing at the time.
So my parent’s bedroom, the air con, no blankets and the lightest of lightest clothing became my best friends for the duration. Least to say it, my parent’s soon excepted that this was going to be the norm for a few days and carried on with their life while myself and The Twins took control of their bedroom. And during the time of my sleep fest, I dreamt that the room holding my parent’s belongings changed into the mystical world of Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.
The bed that I was laid upon was soon a hill of grass, but not just any type of grass. The shards of grass were made from mixture of spun toffee, coloured with green paste and when eating it, it tasted like toffee apple bars. My head that was once resting upon pillows now laid upon spun marshmallow puffs that were soft to the touch and tasted when biting into one, like mallow goodness and ice cream.
I of course had the chocolate river flowing through the room, just like in Willy’s chocolate factory, but least to say no one was sucked up the plumbing. Nor taken to the boiler room to be turned into fudge. To finish it all off and my inner child was clapping her hands, the oompa loompa’s did their dance and I had Gene Wilder perform ‘Pure Imagination’ for me.
Now like most times when I am holidays or escaping from life, you can find me at The Little White House. I haven’t left as yet because I am still in the midst of finalising things before the show down of Uni begins. And normally this when you would cue to sad music to go with the Grammy Award winning good bye between Lois and I as we part.
As Alanis Morissette sings about having a hand in her pocket, I will disclose why I let Lois update Stairway To Nurse’s Heaven. And therefore in that moment of time stopping, step up and become the chief writer and editor of dreams, hope, wishes and answering questions that are pending.
One of the reasons why I have given Lois the freedom of being in control is because she needed to be in control of her writing. Unlike many of you who aren’t in the receiving line of being honored with a novel sized email, Lois is a bit of a dabbler when it comes to writing.
I have been telling her for the past few months or rather years in some cases when it comes to her novel, that she need’s to take a few months out for herself. Just so than she can simply sit down, let the brain waves of positive creation be unleashed and the story of Meg and Jake start coming forth. And why not let her start off with by writing a few blog posts as a guest, editor in chief and creative director?
Guaranteed my empire isn’t worth hundreds, millions of dollars however to me, my empire of writing is worth so much more than that. To me, the empire of Stairway To Nurse’s Heaven shows not only to me but also to everyone else the amount of blood, sweat, laughter and in more cases, tears having been shed.
All due to being stubborn as hell and waiting to push through until the last ounce of strength leaves my body and therefore am longer able to hold a decent conversation nor blog post. Which is why I am thankful for Lois throwing everything to the wind, believing that someone out there would want to read her writing and was left with the words of ‘Write Carrie. Don’t leave the readers hanging on the line, gasping for breath!” lingering.
And that my valuable reader is how The Lois Liberation League was created for you, to read, ponder and nurture. As a result, welcomed you not only to another blog post but also into the welcoming arms of what or rather, who The O’Chunkys’ are.
Like you, I tend to reread over the things that I post and even more when Lois posts. I believe these moments allow me gain more insight and knowledge about my mother, Lois as a person and who she really is. With that, our relationship not only as mother and daughter but also as two women grow n another dimension.
Ending in our bond having gotten stronger and so has the ability in being able to communicate to one another. In this case, I was able to read how Lois really felt when I dropped the bomb shell on New Year’s Day that I had seven days to remove my life existence out of my apartment.
The whole ‘it’s a New Year and a happier you!’ was quickly blown out of the window and was soon replaced with, ‘what the fuck? That fucking bitch!’. Least to say in the moment of ‘new year and new me’ was soon forgotten for a few days and occasionally rears its ugly head when things aren’t picture perfect. But as of now, my ex house mates have been wiped from my life and now I can simply enjoy the silence which has become somewhat perfect. And as a result, I never want it to end or be brought to an ending as I have finally gotten everything I had wanted while I lived with those crazy nutcases.