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Not sure if I did all the hashtags right. Eh...anywhosit. This is about you. It is about what you CAN do. If my boohonkus can do this, you most certainly can. Just sayin'! 

Uhm been a minute...

What IS UP yo? 3 years? Miss me? I mean DANG! I thought it had just been a few. Not months and months later.

Well, I can tell you one thing...I am in a MUCH better mood. I mean I hardly every want to snatch someone bald these days! Okay, on occasion but thinking and doing are two different things and I have never succumb to those innermost thoughts. Is it innermost if you tell your BFF? Or your Aunt? Or the lady at the bank?

Okay, so anyways...

I'ma tell ya what...grief, anger, sadness? Those things can really do a number on a person. It turns into, anxiety, depression, rage, guilt...a whole slew of feelings that can really war against a persons natural disposition to be jolly, silly goodness. The whole light at the end of the tunnel stayed a moving pinpoint for me. That is SOOOOOO not like me.

Extrovert became introvert, light became dark and happy became never.

It hasn't take me three years to overcome. More like two but I just never could get back into the whole writing thing. I only have one reader anyway, but heck it sure can be cathartic.

As of today, I don't feel the overwhelming desire to write about things, only to hint that I can't really write about it anyway. Ya know, the things that happen in life and you want to just get it all out, but if you did, that person, place or thing would know who or what you were referring to; OR think they knew and then you/I would just be in a whole heap of trouble?

So today, just saying howdy. I can't say I am back. I mean I never really left. More like I took a while to ponder on my thoughts.

Apparently it was greatly needed.

For Ruth

I was going to write something witty, thought provoking and specifically for my friend Ruth today. We texted and talked last night and she buttered my up with compliments aplenty about my writing.


1 Week Later …..I still haven’t written anything. NOW, in my defense I was sick last week and was off work Friday, slept all day Friday and Saturday while simultaneously burning through a fever, hacking up a lung and try to catch my running nose. What has kept from writing this week? Well you see….okay just kidding, I have just been lazyish. I mean the whole purpose was to be witty and thought provoking for Ruth. Frankly, that is more difficult than it sounds. I have to be in the mood to write, or at least have some great something or another I just have to get down on paper (okay, computer screen…picky much?).

Today is not one of those days. Last Thursday was going to be one of those days, but then sickness seemed to overtake any thought processes I had brewing.

Ya know what? Maybe I can use that whole sick excuse again. After all, I do have a cough left over from my illness. It’s a mean one too.

BUT, then there would be nothing witty or thought proving for Ruth.

Okay so here it goes… 2 men walk into a bar, one has duck…..fill in the rest of the joke.

Yeah I did it! I not only started a joke sure to be funny, I made it thought provoking by making the ending up to her imagination!

Wow she is right I am good. I just don’t know where I get this stuff. ;)

I'll stop crying when you stop crying!

Update 11/1/23: The Porch as been removed for some time and is no longer available. Its a shame as it was a comfort to many. 

Sometimes, there are people and places real or imagined that make you a better person. Maybe they help you see things differently, maybe they help keep loneliness at bay. Maybe they just are there to help you create or be involved in something outside of yourself.

I like the people that become friends and the places that feel like home.

The Porch is such a place for me. For anyone who reads this, the saga is over and moved on, but the stories are still there. Get yourself a cup of coffee or I am sure there are still some hidden whiskey bottles hidden under the porch….if you look hard you may find the fixin’s of critter soup.
I can’t be there for you, but take a look. You may learn a thing or two about people and maybe yourself. It may just be a good read, if nothing else read number 123. It’s something a good friend told me to never forget.


Bye Pard you will be missed.

Shmeeehhh. It is what is for now.

I haven’t been here in a bit and this place needs a good cleaning! Okay, well, since this is a blog and not a real place, perhaps I am talking figuratively. Ya know my head, noggin, upstairs…however you want to put it.
Sheesh!

I really don’t have a lot to show for this fortieth year. To date any way. I mean I really don’t. I am still in my “new job” as it hasn’t quite been a year. I bought a gym membership to a really awesome community center to which I still have yet to commune, my eating habit still involve cheese and an inordinate amount of Mexican food. Mayhap a beer or…..well whose counting.

Anyway, what do I have to say for myself? Zero, Zilch, Nada. We are talking bump on a pickle status here. What to do what to do? I think I have started over, reinvented, reaffirmed, made a pact, written down, started and not completed several hundred get up and go motivational turn arounds. Evidently, my boohonkus is much bigger than it looks because for some reason I have yet to be able to push this big thing in the right direction. And if any of you who say it is mind over matter, then you obviously haven’t seen it.

Okay it isn’t really just that. Big or little motivation comes from within or being offered lots of money to do something, I am sure both may work, but either way I have been “weighed, conquered and found wanting” (what movie is that from?).

Well in the meantime I am gonna start some good critter soup to take over to Mr. V’s place. Hope he likes it!

My friend said I was old the other day......

Well folks, another year has come and gone, and I find myself at milestone in life. I say it is a milestone. It may not be to some but for me it is. I turned forty today. Well actually at 1:42 am. Annnnndddddd…..I feel the same. No epiphany, no feeling of euphoria, no feeling of “where has my life gone”. Nothing…NADA. Should I feel something? I mean don’t get me wrong, I think about where I am in my life, my health, my lack of marriage and children…my overall clock ticking down, ALL the time. BUT I always thought when you hit forty you were supposed to somehow come to some definitive….something. I don’t know.


Who am I at forty? What kind of person am I? Are there things I can change? Make better?

OR am I just what I am as of today and that is all.

I mean I obviously know the answer to that. We should always learn and grow and strive to be our best, but do I really feel like I can? Do I want to? I am after all forty now. Set in my ways, getting older by the second, nearing my expiration date one second at a time.

Well I say “H E Double Hockey Sticks” I can! Do I want to? More than you can know. More than I like cheese!!

I have got to get an attitude adjustment. I NEED to be happy and positive and hopeful. I AM GOING TO BE HAPPY, POSITIVE AND HOPEFUL. Do you think since I cap locked it will make it so? Kinda like in an “I Dream of Jeannie” kind of way?

Eh….I reckon that is really up to me isn’t it? I mean I am forty and an adult now. Right?

Nope... I don't think so....

Well NO pup for me. That lasted for all of a day, and during that day, I am pretty sure I no less than 4 strokes, 3 panic attacks and possibly a heart attack or two.

Me thinks I was not ready for such an undertaking. Good news though, I took Pup back to my friend (she said I could) who then gave Pup to her 15 year old. My friend already has a dog that I am pretty sure is part horse. His head is/was bigger than Pup.

Well, Pup let out a vicious bark that made Dog jump back with a quickness.

Please keep in mind Dog did have his nose in Pups....

Well, anyway, Pup barks, Dog jumps back, Pup is put on the floor then it is "off to the races". Dog and Pup start chasing each other around the couch like they had bets buds forever. It was really pretty funny but I felt instantly better. It was the right thing to do I think. My friends daughter takes Pup everywhere and has named her Xena Warrior Princess Chaulk Baronowski. Xena for short.

The first day  Pup Xena was put in the kennel, Dog stood at alert and started whining with her and I was told had a look on his face to say "hang in there, I'm gonna getcha out". Dog even goes and gets a sock all by himself and brings it to Zena so they can play.

So all in all I think I learned that I am not ready for a puppy....so what about a baby?

PS. Cooper is Dog's real name!

Say what? You brought me a what? You got it from where? You brought me food, a bed, treats? SAY WHAT?

Holy McJeebus what am I gonna do. I have NEVER had a puppy and I sure as heck don’t know how to train it or if I will have the patients not to pick her up every time she cries.

Lordy Lordy I am fixin’ to be forty and this is my first pup. The only other child I have is my goat cat. Talk about skeeerrrt. That would be me! Seriously.

Last night I slept on my dirty arsed kitchen floor that I have been meaning to mop but hadn’t  yet. Yes you heard me. ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR. Why? Because she was crying and was in new place and needed me. This AM about 4:30 I had all I could take and got up and put her in the bed with me. Goat cat hid under the bed all night.

I woke up early this am (not like I really slept) and took her outside. She would not leave my side so I walked barefoot in the wet grass to get her to come out there. PeePeePooPoo? NOPE. In we go, I put her back in the kitchen which I had pardoned off with some boxes and such. She peed then. I went to get ready for work and she starting crying and caterwauling so I put her in the bedroom with me on the bed. I walk into my closet (she can’t see me) and she commences to make noises as though she is being strangled or lashed with a wet noodle.

Anyways, right now she is at the vet getting washed and cleaned and poked and prodded. I know that is scary for her, but it has to be done. OH… I failed to mention my friend found said puppy on the side of the road sorta kinda. So of course I did not want goat cat (my baby) to catch anything, and I for one, am NOT fond of fleas.

As I write and think and let all of my anxieties, fears, exhaustion come into play, I sound a tad on the "no pup for me side", but really I am just freaked out. It means big changes. Good ones I think, but right now I can’t get passed the freaked part!  Dogs are SOOOOO much different than cats. I hope I can do this. I am getting so many people saying different things and that just makes me all the more scared. Crate her? Don’t? Puppy pads? Let her sleep with me? Will she and the cat get along?

I DON’T KNOW and I am buggin’!!

So please wish me luck. Pray for the little pumpkin that I make a good puppy mommy. She is still an “it” right now. I need a name!!

Any ideas?

PS. My friend knew I had ben thinking about it and I didn't want to get one without having food etc....she brought me all of that. Isn't that sweet? Excpet for the dog part!! LOLOL Kidding, I will adjust! She will have me trained by the end of the week!

Tagged am I?

So here I am Miss JJ! Better late than never!

Let me not disappoint.

1.       What is the best place about where you live? Well, I am going to go with the figurative answer of me living in an apartment. The rent is cheap and the apartment is HUGE!

2.       If you could be anyone you wanted to be, other than yourself, who would you be? No specifics here, just one of those people who is always in a good mood, smiling and chirpy all the time, who loves doing and being! Like I used to be!

3.       What is your favorite item of clothing? Well,  it was those bloomers Mr. V showed everyone (which I never got back), but now I would have to say all of my pajama pants! LUV me some Pjams!

4.       Who or what inspires you most? My Aunt Jane! Not enough words to describe her. She is just full of awesome!

5.       Do you use public transport? No. I have my own vehicle BUT I wish I did. It is cheaper. I honestly can’t figure out the bus schedule.

6.       What is mostly likely to set off the fire alarm at your home? Someone else’s apartment catching mine on fire. I don’t cook at all. Or it could be rickety wiring since the building is so old. OR it could just be my general hotness!!

7.       What do you do to stay healthy? Is that a trick question? Have you seen the size of my…..

8.       If you could pass one new law, what it be? For people to not where cologne or perfume in tightly enclosed, public places. It all gives me a stomping bad headache and then nausea ensues.

9.       Is there a uniform that grabs my attention? Yes, that of mail exotic dancers. Or cowboys.

10.   If you had to choose between who you love and what you love doing what would win. My loved one depending on the circumstance. I mean if they are who I love, and they don’t love me back, then what I love would win.

11.   What is your best time of day? Depends on the day but mainly when I get home and put my jammies on.

Tada! All done!

My next post should be about a new puppy I got that my friend TOTALLY ambushed me with. SERIOUSLY she did!

Awww you shouldn't have......

But I am glad you did! Thanks Mr. V.

He says he gave it to me because he likes whoppers. Or I am a whopper, or maybe he said it was because I caught a big fish? Eh, no matter I am just glad I have it! Purty ain't it?

Okay, so I finally learned the rule of this award thing. I have to tell you seven things you don't know about me. Let's start with number one.....drum roll please!

1. I like strawberries but the acid in them burns my mouth.
2. I still don't own a bedazzler (probably for good reason) even though I ask for one every year,
3. I like footie pajamas (but don’t actually own any).
4. I love flip flops
(BUT you sooo have to make sure you have a pedicure…no… I mean it!)
5. I am vain about my hair.
Yes, I KNOW vanity is horrible and actually I wear my hair up almost every day. I need to get it colored but there it is….I like my hair to look nice and think I have good hair. Yet, I rarely wear make-up (and yes I need it) so maybe we all just have our….things.

This wasn’t seven things about me that are all good and wonderful…….was it?

6. I have a muffin top…what TMI?
I mean, I try to dress to reduce the obviousness of said top, but I can only do so much.
7. I want a puppy.


There you have it! Please come again! And thanks again Mr. V you ole cutie patootie!

Sleepy go night night!!

I don’t know what it is, but I do my best thinking at night.

Well that isn’t exactly true. I do my best “let me ponder the meaning of life” at night. Or rather anytime from like 2-6 am depending.

You could also call it my “let’s run through every regret, hurt, angst filled, unhappy moment of your life” pondering. You choose! It is all the same.

The thing is, when I am thinking about all of that Negative Nelly junk, I think of it in blog speak. How would I write about it, what would I say and how. Then, I finally fall back to sleep for however long, wake up later, and all of my thoughtful mental soliloquies are gone.

Or, if I am not being nocturnally introspective, I am having odd ball dreams incorporating gosh knows what with people I feel certain I have never seen before. That is not unusual. I think most people have odd dreams. The odd part is the dialogue; scenes etc. are set, reviewed and replayed as though I were reading a book.

It’s almost like a book on tape/cd. It is being read/thought/spoken instantaneously and my mind “sees” whatever it does just like I were reading a book and imagining what the author is trying to convey.

Whether dreaming or quasi awake, me thinks that having a ginormous cat/goat cat sleeping on my head is prolly not conducive to a good night’s rest. I’m just sayin’…………..

Sorry, no real story here today folks.

Today I am having a SUPER ANXIETY day. It is a slow day and for some reason I am anxious, hyper, restless, slow to focus. UGH! I prolly could figure out some more things but for now I will stick with the big A.

Being anxious for no reason whatsoever is like trying to sell ice to an Eskimo. It makes no sense.

Yeah yeah yeah, chemical imbalance, poor diet, lack of exercise yadda yadda yadda. Okay, so there ARE some reasons, but those are reasons for a lot of things and when you feel like I do today, and someone were to come to me and spout said reasons, I would….

Well, I wouldn’t do anything but I sure would be thinking stuff in my head. I would make every excuse as to why they don’t know what they are talking about and how they have no idea how I feel and it isn’t my fault I don’t exercise or eat right I am always to anxious etc etc.  

BUT in reality, I know the score. BUT KNOWING it does not lessen my anxieties on days like today.

BUMMER!

Please enjoy the attached pic of my vehicular riding companions. I spoke about them previously. Jesus is saying “can’t we all just get along?” and Rufus is saying “yes what he said!” in a Spanish  accent.  I have NO idea why it is sideways.

Good Day, Pickles and Dinner

So Tuesday I decided to go to church and get some Jesus after work. Yeah I know he is in your heart just look for him yadda yadda…but on this day (it was a good day) I felt a need to go to his house and tell him thanks for the good day in person.

Most of you might be thinking that is no big deal and I reckon it really isn’t, but since  I have been a bump on a pickle* for so long, doing anything outside of my norm was good in and of itself. Then you take the fact I was gonna step foot in a church with no protection from lighting…well you can understand how it could feel a bit momentous for one such as myself!

Technically, I have a little Jesus. Literally. He is a bobble head in my car whose bobble broke so he just rides around with me. Well, him and a plastic representation of the naked mole rat named “Rufus” from Kim Possible (silly cartoon).

Aside from the literal, I do have a touch of the spiritual as well. I don’t go to church and I don’t read the bible and I don’t really say I know what I am talking about. I just say I know he is there. He knows I am here and I tend to circle around him from time to time deciding if I want to go up and introduce myself. He’s cool with it. I think he knows I am chicken and is just letting me get used to him.

Anyway, I checked on my phone the dates and times for Mass ( I was raised Catholic and I like St. Patricks). I get there trying to find a place to park because the normal place was closed off. I get parked and am in the back so I don’t know how to get to the church part (there is a school as well). I finally ask someone and they point me in the right direction. I get to the door and WHAT???? It is locked. I find the same person who tells me there is no mass that day. BUMMER!

BUT long story longer…I tried. I could have just told the Ole Boy thanks in my head and let it go, but I had a good day and I felt like making the effort to go tell him in person. Well, okay in church where I can’t see him but it is his house etc.

It is really kind of funny. I have been stepping around him, my life etc so much lately and I FINALLY make the effort and NO MASS!! In other things I may have felt gloomy, but to me this was just funny. I mean it really tickled me.

It isn’t all about me ( I know right? SHOCKER). I can’t always have things my way when I want them. I KNOW that, but this was church for goodness sakes. I am supposed to get an epiphany and fill up with the ‘Word of the Lord” and my life will suddenly be better etc etc.

I know that stuff happens for folks and I promise you I am not sad, dejected, or thinking that can’t all still happen to me.

I just feel like God was saying to me “GOTCHA!! You need to work a little harder. I am here and I will help but you have to be sure and get your boohonkus in gear too!” I think he has sense of humor! He would have to to put up with me and all my Shenanigans.

I know all of this sounds weird and some folks may have apoplexy for me calling him “Ole Boy”, but really do you he think cares? I don’t.

Besides the night wasn’t a total bust, my neighbor made homemade chicken enchiladas and saved me two.

*Bumps on pickles don't do anything...they are just there.

Tonight is the night I ............

babysit an almost one year old.

Understand I LOVE me some chillren’s and I especially love this one!  I have several friends with kids. And as I just had a birthday, so have they. My little baby punkadoodles are now teenage punkadoodles who need their Apey to encourage them, teach them, love them, and snatch them up ‘iffin the opportunity arises. I think the youngest may be 12 now? Not so little.

Anyway, back to baby Ollie tonight. It is just me and her!!

I got to hold her the day she was born and no bigger than a good sized breakfast burrito (she was wrapped like one). Now she is almost a year and isn’t quite so tiny. She is not big mind you. I am. I am outta of shape and getting older so her stamina and mine are vastly different.

As it stands, I occasionally watch her on Wednesday nights when Mom and Dad run/play doge ball (you can check out memphisdodgeball.com) at the Y where they play. I used to play but now they use the competitive rubber balls that HURT, and while I may appear like a linebacker, I am truly a delicate flower.  

I digress….what I was going to say is after a night (few hours) the next morning my arms hurt like I have been lifting weights. But it so worth it. I get to hug her and squish her and call he George!! (okay maybe that reference isn’t for everyone). But I do get to squish on a baby! She is just so fun! She LOVES digging everything out of my purse and ya know what? I soooo let her. When she gets older she is really gonna know how to work me. Well, most of my friends kids do but that is OKAY. That is why I am APEY!!

So back tonight, it will be just me and her…..dun dun dun….I think she will have me pure tuckered out by night’s end. I think by the end it we will be ME sleeping like a baby. But it will be worth it! Kids always have the power to charge my happy meter. For some reason life’s downs don’t feel so down when you have a bright faced, little young in looking at you with not but two teeth in her head!! Or when she sneezes and you mimick it and then she does it back.

Call me a big marshmallow but it doesn’t get any better than that!

Wish me luck!  

Yesterday was my b-day. I am officially 39 years of age. 5’2” in height, $!@#* in weight, with blondish hair and hazel (green there is some debate) eyes. 39 feels like 38 but closer to 40 and less close to 20. Mentally I feel late 20’s /early 30’s. Physically I am probably in my 50’s. So I reckon if you average it all I am right at 39.

I hear when I get to be forty things go downhill. I sure as heck hope not. Me being on the roundish side might be I am in for a bumpy ride! It only takes a push!

Anyways, yesterday was not to eventful. Quiet day at home with a lunch break. Plenty of reading, and lots of facebook well wishers! All in all ...pretty decent.

I don’t know if it is my circumstance or age but these days b-days are just days. Deep down, I still want to be the kid who gets to wear the paper crown at the ice-cream parlor and gets a new Barbie, some ugly sweater for my grams and some candy that sparkles and looks like fairy dust. Or some pink candy and some real fairy dust.

But alas, those days are gone and a new era of grown up, uneventful yet peaceful days that celebrate my birth are what are left. Not so bad if you think about it. Actually having another day to be alive sounds like a darn good present to me!

So there you have it! Another day, another year, another opportunity to move forward! I hate that beeping sound when I back up!

Gettin' my morose on.....

I think negative thoughts and feelings make people fat.

 In my case it prolly also comes from beer, Mexican food, fried food, salty food, cheese, beer, salty cheesy Mexican food, no excersize…okay I think you get it! But I think being negative does it too.

Uhm yeah I get how attitudes can make people be emotional eaters blah blah blah. Yeah I know. I have gone to therapy and don’t need any of you folks trying to therapize me more. And YES I said therapize. I might use a few more made up words later. Anways, back to what I was saying….negative, icky feelings make can make people fat.

You ever feel down? Ever have anxieties that cause you to panic looking for a way to hold onto your sanity because you know if you don’t, you won’t make it home? Ever feel insecure or inadequate? Ever feel like you are just walking around in a daze or living in a haze and that people around you see you clearly…they think…but you know you are in an invisible box filled with self destruction and despair? That all makes me feel bloated. Bloated and icky and filled up with all the wrong things. Heavy things. It makes me fat.

I am not a shy person and to be truthful, I am also not the most private when it comes to myself. If you have read any of my blog I really only clam up when what I want to say involves someone else. That is getting harder and harder to do. Sometimes people in your life can make you fat. They can fill you with unease, mistrust, dislike and upset. Sometimes they do it on purpose I think, other times I think that not everyone thinks about their actions.

It may feel like saying everything you want to say to the person hurting you will help you shed a few pounds, but that just isn’t so. Sometimes that can make you even fatter. When things don’t happen the way you expected, the person you are trying to talk to doesn’t get your point or doesn’t really care, you can get filled with anger, resentment and regrets that just make you fatter.

Guilt does a pretty big one on the body too. It basically adds enough weight you feel like you have been shackled to cement blocks and thrown in the river. Fat basically floats, but when you get too heavy you just feel like you are drowning. You can’t breathe and you feel like your lungs are going to burst. You feel constricted and helpless.

Damn I need to cut out Mexican food.

It seems as though all manner of folk are on a hiatus in blogsville.

To be honest, I don’t get to read them all the time anyway. I am not “supposed” to at work, and at home my computer may or may not decide to link to the outside world. If I try to read them on my phone, well….let’s just say I would like to keep my phone for a time and I am making choices that will prevent me from throwing such a “fine” (using that word lightly) contraption across the room.

Anyways, I haven’t written much myself. Haven’t had anything to say really. Well, I did that one time a few weeks back but deleted it because it could be considered disparaging. While I was pretty dang riled when I wrote it, it came back to what I have been saying all along and that is that I don’t wanna write something about someone else that could be hurtful.

I tried to be as non committal as possible and even went as far as not saying who it was, how they were related, or if it was a male or female. Of course, if any of those who know me read it, they would  know the deal. I said nice…ish things too and was open about myself and why I was peeved, but it is gone now (not the peeved part, just the blog).

Needless to say I do have a person who has been getting on my last nerve in every conceivable manner, but heck, don’t most of us have a person like that we know or have known?

I would venture to say (many times) I am prolly that person to someone else. But if that is the case they can write it on their blog.

In this circumstance, I have verbalized my thoughts and impressions to this person. I have been nice, I mean super nice, firm, and then pretty dang direct. NOTHING…NAUGHTA, THERE IS NO LIGHT ON…….

I can’t seem to bring myself to the point of being flat out, no holds barred, up in their face. To me, no matter the words and how you say them, it can still be cruel. Sometimes no matter what you say and how you say it, the other person won’t always get it (my dad taught me that). Frankly, I wouldn’t want to hear them from someone else. It has happened in my lifetime and I didn’t like it.

I would tell my dad “I didn’t care. I was gonna say what I had to say because dang it that person should KNOW. AND, how are they gonna if someone doesn’t let them have it, AND it would make me feel better!!! HMPHHH!” That’s what I told him. My dad would just shake his head and tell me that things didn’t always work that way and why waste your breath, time energy etc. when sometimes there were people and things in life you really couldn’t change. I see it more now. Not sure I believe it completely yet, but my need to “say it like it is” has lessened a bit over the years. I may say it to my close friends or family to get it out, but not just to everybody just because I can.

Anyways, in this case I will endure. People endure worse. I can endure one person.

OR…OR I may just go Ninja on their a……………………..! I am just sayin!

Sorry Folks

I have been reading some blogs but for some reason have not been able to leave comments. I can't at work and at home I am having trouble getting online! I hope to read and comment soon!

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As Miss JJ was so kind to give me an award, she went even a step further and alleviated my angst for not knowing the proper way to handle such a prestigious award!!

And don’t say it like "pressteejusss” say it like “pres- ti-juss” it sounds more fancy that way!! J

So seven things about myself…or as Miss JJ and Miss Houston would say “meself!”

I like the “Goth” look and wish I was cool enough to pull it off. Although my personality is far from morose (at least that is what my therapist says! HA).

I love a good brewsky…oh sorry…scratch that…I think this is supposed to be seven things people DON’T know!

I like cucumber water (it tastes dainty, if water can taste dainty).

I always wanted a pet alligator (but not so much since I watched Larry the Cable Guy on “Only In America” try to catch one..scary, but funny too!)

Sometimes I cry when I am at an event involving music, dance or basically “the arts” because I am so overwhelmed with happiness (don’t laugh it is true!)

I like the tennis shoes kids wear that light up and feel certain I would wear them if they were in my size (I didn’t say it was right, just sayin’).

I like to use the phrase “spider monkey.” EX: I need to get my “spider monkeys” waxed (eyebrows).

And lastly, one time I was dancing in the living room by myself and thought I would do a leg kick. A second later I was ten toes up and on the floor wondering how I got there and why it felt like I had gorilla sitting on my chest (look out Dancing With The Stars!)

Okay, so now I get to give this stupendous award to some folks who deserve it. I am gonna state right now that I of course would send one to Mr. V, Miss Houston, Miss JJ, Miss Patsy, Miss Cecile, Miss Elaine, and Mr. Cheyenne, Oscar, Miss Bernie, Brandi, Miss Valerie and so on and so forth. You all deserve it and then some, but I have just recently started venturing out and reading a few more so I want to give “props” to some other folks as well!

So drum roll please……………………..

1.       C... for yourself what I mean!

2.       Rhonda because no one wants to go insane by themselves!

3.       Carrie because I like the word Plethora!

4.       Miss Sweet because her Saturday Serials keep me hangin’! ( I hope that is not what   happens to GUS).

5.       Okay,  Mr. V anyway cuz I just love’em!

6.       Rebecccccca because I think she possibly has her own tunnel! It's random I know!

7.       Sy because she is without question, inquistive!

So there you have it! Thanks again Miss JJ! And congrats all!!

Sorry I got so wordy! I was really excited about my award!

Shut the front door!!!!

Look it! Look it! Look at what Miss JJ gave me!! How awesome is that? I say waaaaaaay! This is my very first blogger award! I think there is supposed to be a protocol of some sort, but I have never quite figured out what it is. Do you make your own? Do ask questions? Do you send it a certain number of people, do you do what the person who gave it to you did? Huh??? I just don't know. What I do know is that....YIPEE...LOOK AT ME.... I got a cool award from Miss JJ!

Thank you Miss JJ! You TOTALLY made my day!!