Wizzy 

Wizzy’s Wackyweed.....HELL ON WHEELS

Ok, ladies and gentlemen of the web welcome to hell on wheels, because my family reads this as well I will keep these as clean as I can....

So anyway this morning I get up after a LONG night of IM’s.... I knew Shadylady was kind bummed cuz she had lost her way and couldn’t find the time to get it back. So while checking my emails this morning over coffee, more creamer then actual coffee tho.... I spotted one email off my yahoo group list that was from Shadylady asking for help. Now that puzzled me right off and you know what they say about the cat that got too curious don’t you?? Why I said, screw it and skipped about 20 other emails and went right to this following ramble from Shadylady. I was shocked, disillusioned and lost time that I should have been getting ready for work. This is such a sad, sad tale of time that reading this while getting ready for work I guarantee it will make you late. So please be warned that this is a sad tale and comes from the Sandbox’s very own Shadylady....

Please welcome to hell on wheels, SHADYLADY....

Ok Ladies, 

It isn't often that I need help but I guess I am turning to those I trust to help me get through a difficult situation.  I am confused, disoriented and close to panic.

I have been rambling lost since Monday afternoon when I realized I couldn't find her.  She has hidden from me.  I have looked in all the areas that I know she should and generally would be but have not been able to find her.  She has not given me any signals or clues as to where she could be hiding.

My orderly life is in disorder.  I am without direction, missing targets and not resting at night since she is not here to guide me and help keep me in line.  I can't sleep at night and am fearful that I will oversleep without her here to awaken me. GOD HOW DID I GET IN THIS MESS?  I have asked myself that a thousand time.  Was I too careless with her? Did I become too dependent on her?  Hell, I don't know.  I only know that I am totally lost without her.  I am giving up hope as 3 days have gone by and despite my continued search; I have found absolutely no signs of her.

Let me slip back in time (my heart thuds wildly over that word) to tell you a little more.  She has been my constant companion for nearly 10 years.  I remember the first time I saw her on a warm Christmas day (no white Christmas in the South).  She was so fresh and bright and had such a tingling sound to her voice.  I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her or my hands from stroking her face softly as I peered at her constantly.

Through the on-going years, she was with me nearly every special occasion of my life.  The only period she wasn’t with me was when I would leave her behind on an occasional weekend trip out of town.  She must have thought I was selfish to leave her behind but I tried to explain I needed the time away from her in order to relax and not be so conscious of having to be exactly where she told me to be a given time.  Still, she stuck by me and helped me keep order in my busy life.  She made sure I was in meetings on time, that I made appointments and limited the amount of time I had to spend talking with people I didn’t even want to see.  At night, when I was lost and unable to sleep, she was with me as I whiled away the hours doing absolutely nothing of value.

She was with me as I showered and swam, slept or ran.  She was my companion on the long road trips I took, keeping me sane by helping me pass the hours on end, keeping me on track.

Why has she left me, deserted me?  My soul cries out as my strictly ordered life comes crashing down around me.  I don’t know what to do first or where I should even be.  Please, please help me in my time of need.

Here is where each of you can help me rise above this sad trauma.  Please give me some advice.  I can’t live without having my darling or a replacement to steer me along the right path.  So, should I buy a digital or standard face watch to replace my Timex honey that I have so carelessly lost?

Signed,

Lost in Georgia in a Time Warp

Now here is the second one to this posting Shadylady woke us all up with this morning.... hope you get a chuckle out of this one as she won’t be calling me at no 3am and getting my ass outta bed...Cuz I know where she lives and just might send her something nasty the dog left in the back yard! Anywhoo...here is the second email to this “time” piece.......

Wizzy

Hello again,

Do you ever wonder about time?  I have more now that I can't keep up with the time like I used to before losing my watch.  I was sitting here at my desk trying to figure out what I could do to look busy without really working and decided to ramble a little.  I recall yesterday the conversation regarding time differences on the East and West coast and decided no matter how hard I try, there is no way I am going to make up the 3 hour difference expect for one way. 

As you know, my habit is to sit up late and talk to all you West coasteners (wonder if that is a word????).  It reeks havoc with the 3 hour time difference as when I go to bed at 2am it is only 11pm your time.  Now that is a reasonable time.  So if you are signing off and going to bed at that time, I begin to lose my time.  You see I figured out if I turn around and wake up at 630 am, my usual time, I have slept 4 1/2 hours.  Now on the other hand, if you wake up at 630 am your time, you have slept 71/2 hours.  Humm....not the same at all!  I know how to even the odds out between us.  From this point forward I will call you when I awaken and get your ass out of bed to join me.  Yes, it will be 630am my time and 330am your time.  Sounds like a fair deal to me.  That way we all have 41/2 hours of sleep and start the day even keeled.

Oh well, back to rambling cause I know good and damn well every single one of you will cut off your phone at night the first time I try this.

Later Gators,

SL

Please let Shadylady know what you think of this warped time piece of a story, as creative as she is we might get her to do a guest ramble while I am gone! And please don’t forget to send her some hate mail an let her know you like her warped little pea pickin heart! And for Goddess’s sakes give her an idea of what new type of watch to buy!!!!

Later Taters,

Wizzy