Beacause I was a child of the 80's, Happy Birthday Roscoe P. Coltrane!



And because it would have been super cool to be a child in the 60's...Happy Birthday Mick Jagger!

Nothing & Everything

Do you ever wonder why you dream the things you do? My dream last night involved the VP of the company I work for - shirtless & picking me up for work and a poodle. (I didn't eat late & I didn't eat anything weird)

A new week is upon us & I suspect that any of the things I have planned will fall through. Fall through what I have no idea but I doubt anything goes as I intend. Included in those plans are two nights in a work out class. Tonight is cardio and Thursday involves boxing. Me, a boxer, try to picture that. Another inclusion is no hooch until Friday evening which involves a large Mexican feast for 10 guests. I am already feeling the anxiety of preparing a perfect meal in a perfectly clean home.

I think of all the people in my life. I can't remember one person ever coming in or going out of my life that has caused me to stand still. That sounds awful & maybe it is. It could be why I only do things for 5 years and start over.

I wonder if when I were born and my mother first saw me did she think to herself -"there is my little fuck up". Awful, isn't it?

It's Good To Be Me

You have to love it when your regional district manager calls you and asks you to text him what you like from Starbucks the next morning.

My grande iced caramel macchiato - skinny with an extra shot just arrived on my desk. Ahhh, its good to be me!

Motley Crue & Poison - Biloxi

Disclaimer **I am not a photographer & these pictures were taken while holding two 16oz. draft beers & attempting to keep grown men from groping my grown boobs. The picture quality is bad & I don't need to be reminded**

I am terrified of growing old. Older in looks, older in health, older in manners. I have probably lived almost half of my life and to think I might have another 40 years to live, well it worries me.

I see older women in their Capri pants, thick sandals and it makes my stomach hurt.

I see older men and women eating breakfast or lunch staring at each other, chewing with their mouths open and not speaking to one another.

I see older couples with their obnoxious little ankle biters sitting on the dashboard of their cars while traveling down the road.

I see older women carrying handbags with all of those awful outside compartments.

Older women in their elastic waist band pants because they now are the only comfortable things they can wear.

Older women who don't cinch their boobs up and they hang ever so vulgarly at their waist line.

Older couples watching the younger couples walk by with disdain in their eyes.

The older people who only talk about their gout, colonoscopies and doctor appointments.

The older people who apply for jobs and never get them.

The older people who are so firmly set in their ways they will never try anything new.

I saw an older lady last night, a niece of my mother's husband. I asked my mother her age and she said she was probably 57. The woman was on a motorized scooter mover. She has lost one leg and it was replaced with a prosthetic. She was using oxygen and she was large in size. Her face was very moon shaped and her movements were so slow, almost sloth like. Her hair was longer with gray in it and pulled into a barrette. She had on a blue knit suit and no bra. I noticed how her breasts just flopped (that sounds so vulgar) to the side and I doubt she had any concern with her breasts not being in correct position as they appear to be the least of her worries. I assumed someone has to take care of her on a daily basis. Instead of having sympathy for her I felt embarrassed for her. I thought of her quality of life and how I wished to never be in that shape and if I were --- I had rather not live.

I don't want to grow old. I can't stop the aging process, yet, but I am doing all I can to slow it down.

He's A Yankee Doodle Dandy....

He's a Yankee Doodle Boy!

Happy 4th of July everyone!