It’s Time

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Nicky. Nicky?

The voice is gentle at first, but persistent.

C’mon, girl, you’ve got to get up. It’s time. Nicky? Nicky!

Less gentle now, much more persistent.

I grab my pillow, lift it and bury my head beneath it in a pathetic attempt to silence that voice. The persistence turns to mockery.

Idiot! As if a pillow can stop you from hearing the voices in your own damn head!

~ It will if I turn over and suffocate myself with it.

There’s no reply.

~ Huh. Not so pushy now, are you?

Sorry, did you say something? I left for a second to get your mom’s voice. Wanna try being a smartass with her?

~ Bitch.

Uh huh. Call me names if you want to. It’s not going to change anything. You need to get your ass out of this bed. It’s time.

~ Cut me some slack. The past few days have been absolutely grueling!

Yeah, poor you. Partying in Las Vegas. Pass me a tissue.

~ Hey! Be fair, it was for WORK!

Uh huh. Whatever. Get up. It’s time.

~ But I’ve got nothing!!

Look, there are some very wonderful, lovely, concerned people that took the time out of their busy schedules to check in on you and make sure you were okay. I’m not the one who promised them that you’d be back once you got home from Sin City. So get your lazy ass out of bed and WRITE SOMETHING!

~ $!&#

(Nicky’s mom’s voice)

Sweetie, you stay right where you are. You’re tired. You’re uninspired. It doesn’t matter that there are people who love you and who have worried about you and miss you. They can wait. After all, it’s not like THEIR feelings matter, right? What’s really important is YOU and YOUR feelings. And you absolutely have the right to feel sorry for yourself and wallow in self-pity.

~ Oh for the love of Cheese! Fine. I’m up. Look, I’m logging in. Okay? Are you happy now?

I suppose, although I’d be happier if you’d pick up the phone every now and again and call me, but I guess that would be too much to ask for really.

~ Sigh.




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  • Paula Wooters

    I’m probably the only person I know whose mother DIDN’T want her to call home. She didn’t like me spending (her) money to call long distance when stamps were only 8 cents (at the time). So stay in bed, Nicky, and “write when you get work” as my mom used to say.

  • You don’t call your mother? Shame. That’s like, like, like…not picking someone up at the airport.


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  • MikeWJ

    I waited and waited for you at the airport, but you never showed up. I finally went home with a gin-soaked barroom queen from Nunavut who threw me across her shoulder, carried me upstairs and covered me in roses. It wasn’t too bad, I must say, but I was looking forward to chatting with you on the ride home.

    Anyway, you know all that stuff that was supposed to stay in Las Vegas? I want to hear about it. In detail.

    I’ve already asked hotel security for the camera footage. They said they have you on all the cameras except the one in elevator #3, which stopped working when a French-speaking woman who kept her back to the camera managed to throw her lacy black undergarments over the lens while her companions watched in amazement. You don’t know anything about that, do you?

  • Welcome back!!! Those damn voices in the head. LOL! Maybe you could call your mom telepathically. IMO, recuperating from Vegas is a damn good reason for not getting out of bed. But I’m glad you did!!!!!

  • Yeah, I hate the damn voices in my head. None of them ever seem to be on my side! And I love your opinion. Would you like to come live in my head? Please?

  • Um, the gin-soaked barroom queen from Nunavut? Not from Nunavut. And what happened at the airport, stays at the airport, okay?

    I was never in elevator #3, or anywhere near elevator #3, and I did not perform any type of strip tease near or in elevator #3. I have no idea what you’re talking about.

  • Thank you, thank you, thank you! It’s good to be back. πŸ™‚

  • I do call my mother, Dufus. Just not as often as she’d like. Which is kind of like, like, like… picking someone up at the airport 2 days after they’ve arrived.

  • I love your mother’s philosophy, Boom Boom. I wonder if I can convince my mom to see reason?

  • I am back!! And in bed. Where are you?!

  • Sure, I could use a vacation.

  • Hey, why would I pick you up 2 days after you arrived. You wouldn’t be there then!

  • Well, it’s about time too! A few more hours wouldn’t have made much difference though. I’ve learned to ignore those pesky voices, since I retired πŸ™‚

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  • It’s ABOUT DAMN TIME, YOUNG LADY!!! I have NOT been happy with your silence!!! SO GLAD TO HEAR YOUR WORDS! Sin city? PICTURES! Ohhh and wait a minute. Uninspired? Is it time for another photo challenge!!?!?!?

  • MikeWJ

    She said she was from Nunavut. And that’s the problem with gin-soaked barroom queens. They can’t be trusted.
    Yeah, I was pretty that wasn’t you on elevator #3, but I wanted to make sure.

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    Yeah, where have you been?! Vegas? Wasn’t Prince Harry just there?? Do YOU know anything about those nekkid photos?!?

  • Well, I was in bed, waiting for you to come back to bed, but then Jepeto showed up, and now I’m traumatized. Perhaps it’s best if you just come to Finland instead.

  • LOL! Yes, Jepeto has that affect on women! I’ll be right over πŸ™‚

  • Well, doesn’t somebody have a guilty conscience! I never said YOU would pick me up 2 days late, Dufus! πŸ™‚

  • That’s the problem with a gin-soaked anybody. Generally, anybody who is gin-soaked can’t be trusted. They’re the type of people who will perform a strip tease in elevator #3 and then lie about it. Or so I’ve heard.

  • I’ve said it before Babs, I need to retire! Or at least get the voices in my head to retire!! πŸ™‚

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  • Pull those covers back over your head and sleep. You are jet lagged! And Vegas lagged. Oh I can’t wait to see the pictures of you in your pretty dresses! I hope you plan to share those! I have missed you, punkin!

  • Hey Nicky! Lovely to see you! I have similar conversations with my imaginary muse. She gives me wedgies. Be grateful. Indigo x

  • Elliot

    The part about how you were dragged against your will to Vegas and were presumably compensated for it brought a tear to my eye.

  • I know, right?! Seriously heartbreaking stuff. The kind of stuff Greek tragedies are made of.

  • Indigo! Good to see you too! I’m trying to catch up on all that I’ve missed, so I’ll be by your place soon.

    Wedgies, hunh? Suddenly, I AM grateful! πŸ™‚

  • I’ve got pictures of Vegas that I can share, but none of me! I was so busy playing paparazzi, I forgot to ask someone to take a picture of me! Don’t worry, I’ll play dress up here at home and take some shots. πŸ™‚

  • You’re so sweet, Cheryl, and I really wish you were one of the voices in my head! But, in truth, I’ve never been away this long in the 3 years I’ve been blogging – a whole month!! – and it’s about time I got back to it. And it’s lovely and a relief to see that I haven’t been forgotten! πŸ™‚

  • Cheryl! Good to see you and don’t believe a word Michael says. Well, actually, you can believe it (because it’s true) but know also that he likes it. He’s kind of twisted himself. πŸ™‚

  • Okay, you little jet-setter. Are you ready to settle down for a while now? You were most definitely missed — like a month without Cotswold. Welcome back!

  • Aw, comparing me to Cotswold! You know just how to flatter me, my friend. πŸ™‚ I’ve missed you too!

  • A belated welcome back!!! I don’t know how on earth I could’ve missed this. You have had quite the adventurous summer! Glad you’re back and getting back into the swing of things.

  • Sounds like your mom is totally on your side. What’s wrong with that?

  • Barb

    hahahahahahahahaha that is awesome!

  • Well, I wouldn’t say I’m back and getting into the swing of things… but I’m trying!! πŸ™‚

  • She is not on my side. She is in my head. There is a considerable difference. And there is something very wrong with that. πŸ™‚

  • Glad you enjoyed. Since you think it’s so awesome, can i send my mom’s voice to live in your head? πŸ™‚


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