Month: July 2022

I have reached that time of the summer where nothing is exactly wrong, but nothing feels quite right either. Maybe it’s because the world is flourishing around me and I’m not quite keeping up. The flowers and trees are all at their peak off lushness before they start to get a bit backendish. Even my hair is looking rather good, thank you humidity. Since the roots have their own camo this time of year, I stay away from the hairdresser and rely on au natural a bit more. Do love that sun. Always good for the skin, too, you know. But….I am just not flourishing like the rest of my environment. It’s a bit like the post holiday blahs. There’s a lot of anticipation of all the exciting things that will happen, but most of them have become Ponderosa maintenance issues. Been the season of bassakwards. For example, my Villagers planted all the front yard flowers in the back, and ditto. So I have these huge vines all over my front hard, and tiny little things sighing in front of the trellises out back. I am well aware of the labor shortage this year, but that’s a good one. My pool is pondish, but very good fishing. I’m just crankbait. I’ve laughed through much of it, but the funny bone is getting weak. Not really! My doc keeps telling me my bones are going to turn to sawdust, but he’s wrong! The tests keep proving I could take him out in a fight, so he needs to pick on someone his own size. Don’t mess with a languishing pussy willow. #girlsjustwanttohavefunun

I like to think I am the Captainess of my domain. The Wizardess of beyond the yellow brick driveway. But when it comes down to it, I’m a weak spoke in the cog. Whatever a cog is. Everyone knows I’m the idea person. Noun; one who knows it all, but doesn’t follow the advice. Sometimes charming, most times annoying. I sometimes wonder why I bother to talk. (Not really. I am endlessly fascinating). Recently, my Manfriend invited me to meet up with a friend of his for a drink and to ’catch up’. Oh, I know what that means. Code for I want something from you and will lie and cheat my way to get it. Might be a tad dramatic, but I ungraciously declined the invite, but have at it Manfriend. (This is really a test to see if MF still reads my amazing blogue.) Welllllll, I was right!!&$?! ‘Friend’ really did want some intel, and MF spilled MY guts. Not his guts! All the things we had talked about previously came tumbling out, and that was only after one beer. Really, you didn’t think our conversations were private? Personal? Or is it like in sixth grade where you have to have everyone promise not to tell anyone. And then everyone tells everyone. MF doesn’t see what the big deal is I’m sure, but the ship just needs some security. Some I got your back. Now I’m feeling very guarded in what I say, and I love the free flowing of ideas. Especially mine. I have a terrific idea for a book (being the idea lady and all). In it, the characters slowly fall in love with the reader. Get it? Quite the mind bend. Shhhhhh don’t tell anyone. A lot to ponder. Better get in a sleep appetizer. You know, a nappetizer. Oh, now that’s funny….

Everything happens for a raisin. Yes, I used to believe that until I realized what a futile and misguided phrase that is. Probably saw it on a tshirt and thought, hey, why not? Then you try to explain the sh*t in your life and hmmmm, there is no effin way this can be reasonable. Or the good stuff for that matter. A new telescope has just started sending photos from billions of light years away. I don’t understand the science no matter how many scantily clad weather women try to explain it, but I still geek out a bit. Mainly because it’s so far beyond my level of comprehension. But, what I do get, is my total insignificance. Poof. But cool to ponder anyway. Speaking of traveling, (we weren’t), unless time travel counts, I’m not much for it, but trying to change my ways. When something good happens, you should travel to celebrate. If something bad happens, travel to forget. If nothing happens, travel to make it happen! I knew I needed to change my ways when one of my dearests asked me what my plans were for the weekend. I innocently answered that I got a new puzzle. Go ahead and cringe. He answered ’dream bigger’. Ya got that right!!! I recognize lame when I see it. This free-spirited Boomlennial needs to step up her game!!$&!! I set a low bar for many things, but really?? Need a better agenda. I can’t even blame my dog. A friend of mine was invited to cruise up the whole east coast on someone elses boat. Sounds awesome!! But….she didn’t think her dog would like it and she couldn’t leave him. Say what??? I’m hoping there were other factors, because that makes my new puzzle seem almost raisinable. I am motivated now to get my a$$ out of the chair, away from my flotation devices, and makeup mirror. Although I do dearly love my makeup mirror. #raisinagainsttheclock #givemearaisintolive #perfectlipstick