Thursday, November 28, 2013

 
Happy Thanksgiving, Y'all
 
 
 
 
 


Check Carrie Hawks, the artist, out here.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Doesn't sound positive but...

Just watched the movie

Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead.

It sounds horrible but it was actually uplifting.

Do you enjoy weight loss, return to good health stories?

If your answer was yes - check out the movie.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

The Blackest of Fridays

My nephew, Brandon Jennings died on 11/23/12, aka Black Friday, at the tender age of 26.
 
 
 
A year later and it still does not make sense.
 
There is no good answer as to why he died.
 
The person who killed him has not been held accountable.
 
The only thing that has been a constant is grief.
 
I miss him.
 
My brother, his father, misses him.
 
My sister-in-law, his mother misses him.
 
His brothers miss him.
 
Our whole family misses him.
 
His death served no purpose and caused great sorrow.
 
I am closing the comments because there is nothing that can be said to make things right and I certainly don’t want to hear any inane comments about people learning lessons at the expense of my nephews death.
 
I just wanted to witness the passing of this day.
 
Thank you for reading this.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

What would you do?


We’re having a cold snap here in rural Kentucky.

It’s so cold I was doing my bundle-up thing. I had on my warmest, softest type shirt that I sleep in, a long wrap around skirt and my Tinkerbell slipper socks inside out (because the seam at the toe isn’t comfortable).  This isn’t a pretty look. The shirt is pastel pink. The skirt is a very light Paris green floral print. The socks are blue. You get the jarring picture.

My Kindle needed charging and I was right in the middle of Jagged by Kristen Ashley which was just released on 11/5. I had an extension cord to the recliner, my Kindle, the charger cord and my glasses in reach.

I adjusted the pillows on the recliner just right. I got in and went back to just the perfect angle.

I registered that my body was the ultimate in comfortable. Not a single muscle fiber signaling discomfort.

I reached for the charging cord to hook up so I could charge and finish reading Jagged in complete warm cozy bliss.

Damned if I didn’t have the iphone charging cord instead of the Kindle.

Grrrrrrrrr…

What would you do at this point?

I’ll tell you what I did. I refused to move a muscle. I knew 2 things: I could probably take a short nap and I would probably wake up having to pee. It was inevitable that whatever else I did in 2 hours or less I would have to break my comfortable position for a trip to the facilities.

So I stayed put. I napped. I woke up. I took my trip. I wandered around the house a bit stretching out the limbs. I located the Kindle charging cord.

I set myself up in the recliner again. Comfortable but not quite as comfortable as the first set up.

I finished reading Jagged.

Jagged was good. Very good. Not as good on the first read as the rest of the Colorado Mountain series but still very enjoyable reading. And one thing I’ve noticed about Kristen Ashley books is – sometimes they’re better with the second reading. Like homemade soup or chili on the second day.

Don’t you hate it when you’re as comfortable as you can possibly get and you realize you need to move for some reason?

Monday, November 4, 2013

BSO, love, Mary Oliver, Death, J.D. Robb, plants, plants and more plants...

Over on Re-Inventing Fabulous Barbara Samuel O'Neal wrote a blogpost on consistency.

While not the subject of the blogpost - she used a quote that I had read a long time ago and forgotten:

“You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” Mary Oliver

I love Mary Oliver.

So what does the soft animal of my body love?

It loves reading, of course. Right now it is cruising through J. D. Robb's In Death series with great enjoyment.

It loves having written. Notice I didn't at this time say it loves writing. Lately I haven't been giving it much of this enjoyment.

It loves time spent with my grandkids. And it's that time of year again. Quilt block time. So now added to our weekly trips to the fitness center together, we are also enjoying sewing time.

It loves playing with the house plants. I have just done a major 3 room overhaul so they have room in the spaces with the most light.

I repotted Gladys the aloe. She's getting older and she wasn't flourishing in her old soil. I mixed her up one part soil, one part sand and one part fine gravel. Hope she's happier.

Brenda, the umbrella plant was very root bound and is now in a pot 3 x bigger than her old home.

Mitchell the palm has changed his name. He has now become Sommerset. If you read In Death you know where he comes from. He is in my room near the entrance so I can argue with him when I walk in the door. He had to have fresh soil also but he wasn't grateful so much as cranky.

Everyone else is in their winter homes, settled and happy.

Alfonso is especially happy despite the fact that he will be getting new soil and pruning in the spring. (Looking for the perfect soil mix for him I discovered that Thanksgiving/Christmas cactuses are actually rainforest plants which grow on trees. He needs a mix of bark and soil but we will wait until after he blooms for that.)

Those of you who don't know or remember, Alfonso is a cross-dresser who dons beautiful pink blooms that have a penis-like stamen in the center. I don't have a pic available of him right now but here is a thumbnail of a pic of a Thanksgiving cactus bloom from bing images:

 
Why is he especially happy right now? He, like many other cross-dressers, is straight. He is ecstatic because he is spending the winter on the shelf with the newest edition to our plantdom - the ladies of the Cat Steven's fan club.
 
See, La Diabla, the cactus, died. She left behind a beautiful teacup pot. I have been on a low-key search for new tenants for a while now. Recently I was in the nursery looking around and there, off by themselves was a pot full of spider plants looking for a new home. There are lots of them and they don't go by specific names but they all like to listen to Cat Stevens. (Which made them perfect for the teacup pot as their favorite album is Tea For the Tillerman.)
 
Anyway, I predict that Alfonso will be sending love babies into their home very soon as he has little buds at the ends of his stems and he soon will be ablaze with pink flowers with little stamen-penises.
 
It's a love fest around here, y'all.
 

What does the soft animal of your body love?