Just so you know– 
Or as I like to call it, my biological ladder.
Peace, people!
Category: Commentary
Life’s Little Lesson #5, I think
A wallet, no matter how stylish, cannot be used as an electronic reader.
I tried in vain last night to turn on my Kindle so I could read a bit before going to sleep. I couldn’t find the “on” switch and finally gave up.
This morning I realized that instead of grabbing my Kindle from my bag as is my habit I’d fetched my large wallet instead.
Did I mention that I was extremely tired when this occurred, and probably suffering from a mild case of heat exhaustion? I’m certain it wasn’t the single glass of wine I enjoyed with dinner.
I’d like to produce evidence that I am not suffering from insanity, if it pleases the court.
Verdict?
Peace, people!
Ray Donovan–almost a review
Studly Doright and I have been working out in his new shop every evening. We’re building workbenches and shelves and the interior is coming together nicely. By the time we come in the house we’re tired and sweaty, so instead of going out to a movie or to dinner lately we’ve been watching the first season of Ray Donovan.
Liev Schreiber is the title character. He’s a guy who fixes situations for Hollywood elites, even if that means inflicting physical pain. His father, Mickey Donovan, is played by Jon Voight, at his sleaziest, skeeziest best.
Holy crap is all I have to say. It’s dark. Really dark. But well done, too. If you loved Breaking Bad and are looking for a new series, I highly recommend Ray Donovan.
Peace, people!
Lightning Strikes
We’ve had some incredible thunderstorms move through our area this past week, but tonight’s was over the top. It made me so thankful to have a roof over my head.
Of course it also scared the crap out of our younger cat, Patches who scurries for cover at the first rumble. Our big girl, Scout, isn’t bothered by thunder. She and I enjoy snuggling together during storms.
And then there’s this….
http://youtu.be/_BAepxjMxh0
Peace, people.
Congressional Correspondence
I try to keep my blog free of political topics; although, occasionally I get a bee in my bonnet and have to let the darned thing out before it stings my delicate pate. And truly, this isn’t a political post as much as it is an observational one.
The age of electronic communication is still amazing. I remember purchasing air mail stamps so that correspondence might reach its intended destination in a couple of days rather than a week.
When I email my congressional representatives these days I receive an almost immediate response. Granted, it’s a form letter, but at least I know that someone in his/her office noted that a constituent felt strongly enough about an issue to make public their stand.
I seriously doubt that Senator Rubio will heed my plea, whatever it might have been. I haven’t the money or the political pull to sway his thinking. That’s the cynic in me. However, the eternally optimistic side of my brain thinks, maybe, just maybe, he’ll read my words and a lightbulb will appear over his head, or he’ll be moved to tears by my story and say,
“Yes! I don’t need the support of powerful corporations and their money anymore! I don’t need to be beholden to the far right. I’m going to seriously consider the words of Nana Noyz!”
And pigs shall fly.
Peace, people!
Contemplating Pizza
When I graduated from high school in 1975 I weighed a whopping 115 lbs. At 5’8″ I was one skinny chick. I was also fairly shy and unassuming.
Forty years later I’m proud to say, I’m still 5’8″ tall. Yep, I’m pretty proud of that. Plus I can still wear the same earrings that fit me back then, not to brag or anything.
On a day to day basis I don’t give my weight much thought, but in late October the group of people I went to school with in Floydada, Texas, is having its 40 year reunion. I’m pretty sure I can’t get down to 110 (or 120 or 130 or…), but it’d be nice to lose 10 pounds or so.
I probably should start working on that right away. Or maybe I’ll have another slice of pizza.
Oh, I’m not that shy and unassuming anymore either.
Peace, people!
Why I Write
I came across this on a friend’s Facebook page this morning and thought, “YES!”
How often have I heard, “Oh you write a blog. Do you make any money?” Or, after reading one of my blog posts, “You should be a writer!”
Well, I am. Just because I don’t have a book deal doesn’t mean I’m not a writer.
I wouldn’t know how to go about being a published author any more than I know about performing heart surgery. I don’t write to be published. I write to rescue that abandoned puppy. Sometimes I am that puppy.
And I don’t perform open heart surgery because people would die. As far as I know, my writing hasn’t killed a single person. This week, anyway.
WordPress and Me–Happy Anniversary to Us
One year ago today on a whim I decided to begin writing a blog. I promised myself I’d post something every day for one month. Really, that was my only goal, just to consistently write. How hard could it be?
That first month was pure agony. I worried about what people would think. I worried about how many people might read my words. I worried about topics. I worried about fonts and styles. I worried about running out of things to worry about. I’m a great worrier.
After 30 days I think I had five followers. Five. But I found I was enjoying the writing. I even enjoyed racking my brain for topics. And five people were reading my blog. Two of them even seemed to like it.
I decided to keep posting daily for three more months. The agony was still there, but I learned to work with it, to make it work for me instead of against me on most days.
In addition, I learned about tagging my posts–finding the little bits and pieces within a piece that might draw people to my writing. Suddenly I had people from all over the world reading what I wrote and following me. In turn, I found bloggers whose work interested me and began following them. (See below)
We began a give and take of information and support. It was amazing to have others read and comment on my writing. That’s become my favorite part of this adventure.
Three months turned into a year, and I’m proud to say that I’ve averaged more than one post per day for the past 365 days. I have a few more than five followers now, but that’s beside the point. I have fun!
I’ve learned something wonderful from these writers/photographers/artists:
Stop worrying! Be yourself! Write!
www.http://sanseilife.wordpress.com
http://inesemjphotography.com/
https://aroilinpain.wordpress.com/
http://shirleysheaven.wordpress.com/
http://frommidnighttodawnlight.com/
https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/
https://doubleupoet.wordpress.com/
https://reachingmeadowlane.wordpress.com/
https://alotfromlydia.wordpress.com/
https://eurobrat.wordpress.com/
http://movingtowardsthelight.com
https://belindacrane.wordpress.com/
https://mommycookforme.wordpress.com/
http://kittomalley.com/author/kittomalley/
http://themischiefmemoirs.com/
https://epicgran.wordpress.com/
https://redswrap.wordpress.com/
I know I’ve left some important folks out. It wasn’t intentional, I promise!
Peace and thanks, people!
I Feel Pretty
I have a confession to make. I’ve never watched West Side Story in its entirety. I have; however, watched this scene more times than I can count.
http://youtu.be/L7BQRGXFLJs
Natalie Wood was the prettiest girl ever, and I really wanted to feel as pretty as she actually was. Over the years I’ve felt pretty on a couple of occasions. It’s hard work, and I’m just not cut out for hard labor.
Peace, people!
Pledge
if we pledge allegiance
to this tri-colored fabric
and all for which it stands
then we need to acknowledge
that the truth of our words
is not always in evidence.
remember that bit at the end?
that part that proclaims
liberty and justice for ALL?
inclusive words in an
exclusionsary world.
our pledge should instead
reflect that we are a
work in progress:
striving for liberty
fighting for justice.
only when every member
of this society
regardless of color, gender,
sexual orientation, or
religious creed feels the
truth of this pledge
will the words,
“with liberty and justice for all”
have meaning.
Peace, People!
Praying for Eyebrowz 