Number three on the countdown was one of my most serious posts of the year, and the one I’m most proud of. I didn’t expect it to do as well as it did due to its political nature.
I became upset all over again after reading it. Stay righteously angry my friends, we’ve got to make this world better.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2019/06/01/equality-rant/
The fourth most viewed post in Praying for Eyebrowz didn’t portray me in the most positive of lights. I came close to getting my ass kicked over something as random as a steak.
Read on:
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2019/08/16/true-story-or-as-close-as-i-can-get/
Peace, people!
I always forget that I can utilize my stats page to gain some insights into which blog posts are most popular and perhaps to discern what my readers want. Apparently y’all want fake horses because this piece about a Kentucky Derby party in Hereford, Texas, was the fifth most popular post on Praying for Eyebrowz in 2019.
Click on the link for the rest of the story.
https://nananoyz5forme.com/2019/05/06/derby-photos/
Pour me another
A full bodied deep red wine
Something slowly sipped
Bring me memories
Of times spent on lazy lakes
Simply holding hands
Give me a reason
To hold on when life’s too much
Pour me another
I became incredibly bored watching the OU-LSU football game on Saturday night. Only a second glass of wine got me through it.
Peace, people.
How was your Christmas? Was there a box of chocolate covered cherries in your stocking or a fat lump of coal? You know it all depends on whether Santa had you marked as naughty or nice on his famous list, right?
I had an exceptionally good Christmas, and after getting a peek at Santa’s list, I know that it was my due as one of the “nice” kids. In fact, if one’s name is even close to being spelled like mine–Leslie, the odds are in your favor. Only poor Lesli was on the naughty list.
Have a burning desire to know where you fell on Santa’s list this year? Check out this link from the Department of Christmas Affairs:
Of course we all have an opportunity to do better in 2020, so I suggest we all get started. Thanks to my friend Denise for calling my attention to this site. Of course she’s considering changing the spelling of her name now. Naughty girl that she is.
Peace, people!
Studly Doright and I both became a little emotional last evening watching an episode of Orange is the New Black. We’re currently on season seven, and the United States’ horrendous immigration policy is front and center.
We were both doing okay until a scene in which two young children were in front of a judge who asked them if they had a lawyer. “What’s a lawyer?” the older of the two asked.
I lost it. I looked over and Studly looked kind of shaken, too. He’s not nearly the “bleeding heart liberal” that I am. I told him that this stuff’s actually happening. Real children are representing themselves in court, often with heartbreaking results.
We’ve been watching several episodes each evening, but neither of us could take any more after this particular episode. I think about these children in detention facilities. They’re missing their families. Many have no idea why they’re in detention to begin with. When did the U.S. lose its moral compass? Maybe we never had one.
Peace, and Justice people.
On December 27, 2019, we lucky denizens of the Florida panhandle are enjoying temperatures in the mid-70’s. I’ve seen lizards skittering about and bees pollinating plants, but they all refused to remain still for a photo.
My front yard has some gorgeous pink flowers that accommodated me, though. I’m calling this photo, “Is this a Camellia?”
Peace, people!
For Christmas Studly Doright bought me a new iPhone. According to him it’s the biggest, baddest iPhone available. I’m properly humbled and intimidated.
In my typically stubborn way I dove into setting up the new phone, heedless of Studly’s advice to let someone at the Verizon store assist me. “They said it’ll be easy!” Studly assured me. “Just switch out the memory cards and you’re good to go.”
It was not easy. I’ve lost all my contacts and have had to download all of my apps and remember the passwords and try to recall user names until I’m ready to scream. Plus, the navigation between pages is totally different. And all my contacts are screwed up. Argh!
It literally took me an hour to figure out how to get from the home page to my app icons. If you don’t hear from me again, it’s because I’ve been admitted to a psych ward–preferably one where no electronic devices are allowed.
Peace on earth and all that jazz.
Happy holidays from Doright Manor to you and yours.
Peace, people!
You know you’ve become an old married couple when you emerge from the shower in all of your naked glory to find your husband standing there eagerly only to have him ask for the computer password.
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