Hello, it's Monday again!
I thought I should check in with you all. Eventually I will get back on my blogging schedule, but work has been busy and I’m brain deadish for posts.
I’ve had a revelation, though, that I wanted to share with you. I’ve decided I haven’t had a good decade since the 1980’s. Here’s why.
I can't sleep through the night. My eye sight and hearing are going. I have some stiff joints. I’m a slow runner. Oh wait, I’ve always been like that. And let’s just say goodbye to beauty and get her out the door. They have a name for those symptoms, but WE WILL NOT say it.
Yes, the 1980’s were about fakeness and fashion and BIG. It was great. I had everything I needed: big hair, big earrings, big bangs, big shoulder pads for the shoulderly challenged, good vision to read, AND I had Dallas and Dynasty (TV shows) to inspire me.
Those gals knew how to wear shoulder pads.
I feel inspired to write my own TV show. I'm calling it The Big Bangs Theory. It’s a show about a woman who wears large shoulder pads and big bangs in 2013, and her children try to theorize why. Finally, they attempt an intervention and hospitalize her. As with all good stories, there is a problem; her big bangs and big shoulders won’t fit through the doors. What WILL they do.
To be continued...
I have a creepy story for you. YOU know how I over imagine everything? I think and I shouldn’t? But what would you think if while weed eating tall grass from around your air/heat unit, you find a pair of men’s sunglasses on the concrete slab beside the unit? They were a little dirty, but not faded. And I found something else. A rubbery, funnelly thing that I cannot identify.
Isn’t that creepy?
--Do they belong to my beloved son? Nope.
--Do they belong to his brother-in-law who rebuilt my deck in May? Nope.
--Do they belong to either man from two different companies who gave me window estimates?
I don’t know. I will checking to see if they lost a pair of sunglasses and an unidentifiable funnelly thing.
After that, I’m dusting them for fingerprints.
That’s all I have…except I’m writing a new short story. Kind of weird, but that’s what I like to write, right? Another story is leaving the nest and traveling to a contest. Wish me luck.