All the hoop-la
All the noise
On an Indiana floor.
Sixty-four teams
Whittled down to four
Duke takes on Michigan State
Kentucky meets Wisconsin
Let’s see who wants it more.
As the saying goes, I really don’t have a dog in this fight, so may the weekend be filled with lots of great basketball and may the best team win.
Every story,
Every sunrise,
Every moment in time
Requires rules of some sort
Many constructed subtly,
While others seem to be
More well-defined.
This poem as example
Is written with no words
Of just three letters as
Prescribed by Daily Prompt.
I nearly failed this
No three rule, my hands
Trembled as I typed;
However, I saved myself
In a single move by
Changing “the” to “a.”
Damn. Foiled again.
Peace, people!
Saturdays of my
Youth were spent
Vacuuming floors and
Dusting furniture:
Household chores my
Mom insisted be done
Before any of us could
Have weekend fun.
Friends would call with
Invitations, but until
Our home shone
Like a pretty penny
There was no reprieve.
Hatred of housework
Is too mild a phrase to
Explain my feelings then,
And even now I detest those
Chores that kept us all
Shut in.
Romantic daydreams
Helped such days go by;
Some days I was a servant girl
On others a glamorous spy.
I’d sing plaintive tunes and
Dance with my broom,
Cinderella had nothing on me,
But no fairy godmother ever
Came to set this princess free.
I am not a domestic goddess, despite my mom’s efforts to make me one.
Peace, people!
When one has too much time on one’s hands one might indulge in too much reality TV. Thus was the case as I was scrolling through the channels and came across a program called “True Life: I Want a Threesome.”
Sleazy stuff, but who am I to judge? I mean I’ve seen some pretty cool threesomes in my life:
Nothing beats a purrfect threesome!
Except maybe a colorful one.
Doggone it! Another threesome!
And then there’s the threesome to end all threesomes.
Who needs reality TV? (All photos found on Pinterest.)
Peace, People!
I’ve just come from having my eyebrows threaded, and now my eyebrows look like a couple of poorly plucked chickens. I had asked the eyebrow technician (for lack of a better term) to take off “just a little” which she took to mean, “remove most of this woman’s eyebrows and just leave a few paltry hairs behind.”
No these are not my brows, but the “before” photo comes close!
I really should know better. 99.8% of the time beautification procedures go off without a hitch. But when I have a big trip or event looming all bets are off.
Once before a big date weekend in Indianapolis the brow tech burned my brows with hot wax. For weeks I peeled skin off of my forehead.
Just prior to a formal dress Christmas party with Studly’s co-workers I was having my brows waxed at the salon I’d always depended on when I heard the brow tech say, “oops!” Trust me, that’s not a good omen. The good news was she didn’t charge me. The bad news was one brow had been decimated. I wore a cleavage baring dress that night and hardly anyone looked aghast at my eyebrow.
You’d think I’d be the master of the eyebrow pencil by now, but sadly I’m pretty clumsy. I did sit at a makeup counter this afternoon while a beautifully made up college girl penciled in some killer brows for me. I even bought the pencil and a tiny brush. I asked her, in my saddest voice if she thought my brows might grow back by Wednesday when I leave for Guatemala. In response she patted my shoulder and said, “There, there. They aren’t THAT bad.”
In my next life, I plan on being a spoiled house cat. They’re always immaculately groomed and have perfect eyebrows.
Peace, people.
When the whistles blow
At five on Friday, workers
Jump for joy. Weekend!
Long days, longer weeks
Friday arrives finally
Saving us again.
I leave to attend my niece’s wedding in Antigua, Guatemala in one week. Squeal!!! But wait a minute. According to the Centers for Disease Control, travelers to Guatemala should have the following inoculations:
“Make sure you are up-to-date on routine vaccines before every trip. These vaccines include measles-mumps-rubella (MMR) vaccine, diphtheria-tetanus-pertussis vaccine, varicella (chickenpox) vaccine, polio vaccine, and your yearly flu shot.”
“You can get typhoid through contaminated food or water in Guatemala. CDC recommends this vaccine for most travelers, especially if you are staying with friends or relatives, visiting smaller cities or rural areas, or if you are an adventurous eater.”
Now, I’ve been running around shopping almost non-stop for my trip, but did I think about needing inoculations? Nope.
On Monday I told my doctor, whose name I am unable to pronounce, so I’ve dubbed him Doctor When, that I was leaving for Guatemala on April 8th, and needed to be inoculated against Typhoid and Hepatitis A. In response, Dr. When laughed.
“Your inoculations would be of no use taken this close to your trip,” Dr. When said.
“You’re probably going to die,” he added before climbing into his Tardis and departing for another point in time.
Ok, I made that last part up, but that was what I took away from the exchange.
He did prescribe an antibiotic just in case I ran into anything nasty, but I believe I’ll do as my brother instructed and self-inoculate with plenty of cerveza and vino. No waiting period necessary.
No street food for me. 😢
But fresh produce should be ok! 😃
And maybe I’ll skip eating and just shop!
Peace, people!
Studly Doright finally had the opportunity to eat at Tijuana Flats, hands down the best fast food Mexican place in Tallahassee.
I’ve been after him for months to try them out. Of course he loved it and asked innocently, “Why haven’t we eaten here before?” Slap!
Peace (and hot sauce) People!
L is for Lackadaisical
A is for Apathetic
Z is for Zoned out
Y is for Yawning
In retrospect, I should have titled this piece “Cat.” 
Let sleeping cats lie
Lazily in sun’s warm rays
Purring soon follows.
Cat looking sleepy
Lulled into hypnotic state
Do not be deceived!
No April Fool’s joke here, just a song that’s older than I am! And yes, there was music way back then.
Praying for Eyebrowz 