vitamininformation1's Xanga Site

Weblog

Tuesday, 27 May 2008

Mar's Predicament

The only thing to read in the lobby was Forbes Magazine or Woman's Day. Mar fidgeted with the bottom loop on his left tennis shoe. He pulled hard and the the other loops tightened up. Mar was next in line to see Mr. Tassenbaum, but the lady before him was taking forever. She must have had some important God damned law suit to waste so much money jabbering away at Mr. Tassenbaum. Mar's father was in the Lion's Club with Mr. Tassenbaum. He once told Mar that Mr. Tassenbaum charged $300 per hour to talk to clients. That jabbering woman had probably raked up $1000 bucks already. But Mar didn't have to pay. His father had called Mr. Tassenbaum earlier, something about doing taxes. So, Mar waited in the ugly lobby with nothing to read. He yanked at his shoelace.

"David?" a petite Mexican lady poked her head into the lobby. She was attractive.

"It's Mar. Yeah," Mar stood up. He started to go hard, so he clasped his hands in front of his jeans and pretended to crack his knuckles.

Mar followed the lady down a short hall to Mr. Tassenbaum's office, it was as ugly as the lobby, just eggy walls and few diplomas. Mr. Tassenbaum was a balding, thin man. He smiled at Mar, but there wasn't any warmth in the smile.

"Have a seat, David. I understand our city is missing a stoplight because of you."

That wasn't a very nice thing to say. Mar had been charged with a DUI and his court date was coming up. He'd hit a stoplight and toppled the whole thing over. Nobody was hurt, just some damaged property, he didn't see why he might lose his license over it, but everyone though it was such a big deal, so Mar needed a lawyer. Mr. Tassenbaum was his lawyer, and that meant he was on his side, so Mar didn't understand why Mr. Tassenbaum was being malicious about what had happened.

"Yeah, I guess, sir." Mar looked down at his shoes, the laces on his right shoe were coming undone. He leaned over to pull the bottom loop.

TO BE CONTINUED

This post is part of a story that includes washboard abs, damage control, and the best multivitamins. Read more next month.

Wednesday, 30 April 2008

Juny and the Water

Juny couldn't get the stain out. It had been three weeks since Elijah squished his mulberry stained sweaty shirt into one of her best blouses. She washed it three times, and the marooned stain wouldn't clean. Juny tossed the the shirt in the trash and looked out the window.

First session of summer school was almost over, then her lifeguard training began, and the lessons with all the under-eights. Juny didn't like teaching the under-eights how to swim, but it was better than the eight-to-thirteens. She was of the opinion that all boys should be locked up between the ages of 11 and 14, the world would run better that way. Juny had begun visiting the pool at night, where some of the older lifeguards had parties or sat around the baby pool and drank Tecate or Yeungling. No one ever skinny dipped, but it was enough to be part of the college kids, she'd be in college herself in three years.

One night at the pool Jody Wilson and Mar Nettles had sex. Juny had walked in on them as they were finishing up, Jody had half her clothes on, but Mar was still buck naked, tossing one of those small rubber balls up at the ceiling, playing a game of catch with himself. Mar wasn't very good looking, he had crooked teeth, and he cut his own hair, but he had beat up Lonny a couple weeks before, and Jody just loved him for it. People often confused Juny with Jody. Their names sounded the same, but Jody was inches shorter and her hair was lighter and straighter. Besides Juny would never sleep with someone like Mar, even though she could tell he wanted her when he tossed the ball over at her--still buck naked-- and said, "Feeling left out?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Until next month, my links are orthorexia and search people.

Thursday, 03 April 2008

The Bricklayer

Elijah was Earl's best friend. Earl kept as many as six girls depending on the time of year. Summer was coming and Earl was up to four already. Juny lived across the way on the street full of duplexes, and she came over to Elijah's house to wait for Earl to get home from his job at the refinery. Elijah knew trouble was brewing, it was only a matter of time before Earl brought Beth home from the refinery some day, and then it would be all over for Juny and Beth. Elijah was waiting, he had his eye on Juny ever since she had moved her from Conshahacken. Maybe after Earl broke her heart she'd see who the better guy was.

Elijah took a job chipping sot off of some asshole's pile of bricks. It was an excuse to get out of the house, and it kept his mother off his back about "career progress." He actually liked the labor. He was ruining most of the shirts he'd bought for school the next year, covering them in dirt and mulberry juice and sweat and grass. It felt great to come home every day dirty as a junk yard and smelling like a lawn. He once gave Juny a big hug in his ruined shirt. She squirmed and was upset the rest of the day about her blouse., But Elijah knew that's the sort of things those girls really love, having something to complain about.

Elijah looked up from his brickwork and saw Mrs. Tassenbaum through the portico screening. She stood at the marble basin, focusing hard on washing a copper pot. Elijah grinned. He bet he could give Mrs. Tassenbaum one of those big dirty hugs.

TO BE CONTINUED...

This blog runs on the power of how to deal with stress and the vitamin shop. If you like the story, please click through the links.

Sunday, 24 February 2008

The Garden

Fred passed right by Mrs. Tassenbaum.

"We need to fire that kid," he bellowed, "He's lazing around again, he'll never get anything done, anything at all." Fred was referring to Elijah, a youth from the uptown burbs, the small section, who came down twice a week to work on the Tassenbaums' brick work.

About a year ago, Fred had decided to build a brick portico in the garden. He had purchased a large pile of red brick, and had let the lot bake under the mulberry tree for most of the summer. By fall the bricks were ruined with the inky stain of mulberry and the hodge clinging to the brick edges had melted over the pile, making the bricks useless.

The warm months were approaching, and Fred wanted his portico ready by June, so he had hired Elijah to scrape away the hodge and wash the mulberry stains. Elijah was a hard worker, but the task was picayunish, and tiresome, and the boy had labored away fruitlessly at the mulberry stains for some weeks now with no result.

Mrs. Tassenbaum didn't mind Elijah. She liked to watch him work. She would never cuckold her husband, but she did like to fantasize about the boy on a brisk afternoon.

The story of the Tassenbaums will continue next month, for now, take a page from these health blogs about vitamin information and omega 3 vitamins.

Tuesday, 15 January 2008

Mrs. Tassunbaum

Mrs. Tassenbaum sat in her study, waiting for the delivery man. The day was cold and the repair man had not come yet to fix the furnace. Mrs. Tassenbaum was forced to dress in her evening coat inside the house these past four days. She had decided the Sears and Roebuck company would send a man out to her faster than the Camwater Electric, so she had ordered a $14 fur coat to wear around the house.

The coat did not match any of Mrs. Tassenbaum's hats. She ordered a $3 hat, a $7 hat, and a $9 hat to accompany her coat, in case any guests should arrive and decide to stay for more than a day. It had happened before.

The Sears and Roebuck company offered free shipping to any valued customer who spent more than $40 in a single order. Mrs. Tassenbaum needed to spend $7 more and free shipping was hers. She ordered a six packer of silk stockings, and two scarfs. Today she expected her package. Imagine her dissappointment when her husband arrived home instead of the delivery man.

* * *

Fred Tassenbaum was not in a clever mood. George Seymour had roled into town in a new Doozenberg that morning. George Seymour had clogged up half of main street displaying his decadent purchase. Even the honorable judge Cooper stepped out to gaze over the fine gingerbread lining of the automobile. This is why the trial started late, and this is why the trial was rushed along, and this was absolutely why Fred Tassenbaum lost the trial.

Minnie had been waiting by the window, which means she wanted something from him, and Fred was not ready to refuse his wife another allowance. He shut the door without turning around, glanced at the clock, and made a show of rushing to the study.

Mrs. Tassenbaum was not dissapointed with her husbands avoidance. Another woman might have guessed infidelity, but Fred had developed an exact manner and ritual by which he spent the day after he lost a trial. Mrs. Tassenbaum knew his avoiding her was the beginning of his ritual. She smiled.