Frankly, I’m tired of being a role model for femme fatales. Not everyone can pull off my new bed head look, with fat fuzzy slippers, schlepping in robe and flannels, and still have men come to my door, begging for my attention. It’s exhausting, I have to say.

So now, here I am, sitting on my office trying with my cache of absolutely must haves next to me: Sims games, laptop, stacks of magazines and books I really want to read, camera, pens, Cheetos, ginger snaps, water … the list goes on. I need to get my widening hind end up and figure out what I used to do before, when company was coming. Do I move the magazines into one huge pile? Or shuffle them under the ‘devil may care’ casual draping of the couch afghan, that is really solid and will impale anyone thinking they can sit there.

Well, I’ve company coming so something has to be done. Even washing parts of my bustier (maybe that will put an end to those pesky winter indoor flies?? ) and using my lady-like pick up stick to put items – one at a time – into the washer. That will be 2 hrs easily.

Brush baby powder through my hair to puff it up, or risk showering. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a burden I’ve had all my life, and just now realize what a silly facade life styles can be. But I’m not fully convinced, just yet. Ask all the woman of my age that although we started feminism, we still think like Donna Reed.

Oh, and the constant stream of gentlemen callers? Mail man, priest, UPS, Fed Ex and the adorable Knights of Columbus who bring me fresh fish on all the Fridays of Lent, with mac & cheese, spuds 2 ways, coleslaw, and breadsticks. See? Moving that carton can be crossed off as soon as I add it to my expanding ‘to do’ list. These days no matter what I do, it goes on the list AFTERwards. Impresses friends and family on all I did. Got to use my femine wiles once in awhile. Use it or lose it … (tell that to my brain)

Really, really am getting up. Looking lovely, I might add ;o)

Blessin’s, V

My lunch. Just something I casually threw together in only 8 hrs.That’s my neighbor next to me. By the way, I stopped wearing my ribbon a few weeks ago. I decided it was a little gauche, especially while lounging at home.

Doing ok, hope you are, too. I am just so washed out and dispirited. For the last 2 weeks all I want to do is sleep. Haven’t had even a yen to keep up FarmVille and Farm Town. ;o)

As crazy as it sounds, my discipline is to at least log in to Facebook and try to update the veggies and fruits so they won’t spoil. I don’t even look at messages if I’m feeling the ‘blahs’. This last couple of weeks, when the ‘crop is done’ alarm goes off, I just turned it off.

And the poor blog … so sorry.

Maybe it’s because the DVD broke? lol Anyway this day is nearly over, and I’m tucking myself in.

Question:

1) Have any of you gone through high anxiety when receiving company or having appointments to keep?

2) also if you experience the mental and physical exhaustion, let me know… Curious or hopeful that one of you found a way to cope would be great.

Blessings, V

and now, much older, I still speak as a child, and the thinking?? I would have to improve quite a bit in order to say I could outsmart a 1st grader.

My mother had brain and lung cancer. The symptoms displayed most were watching her change day by day. Her crystal blue eyes became even more brilliant. When told she could no longer drive, she walked everywhere in our small town. One day she said, “I know I’m growing backwards, I can see it in yours and others’ eyes. But I wouldn’t trade a moment of standing beside a rose in bloom, just talking to it. Nor the chance to actually stop and talk to the neighbors while on my errands.”

We were able to share 6 seasons before she died. And I learned something each time we ambled together. She giggled more. We blew dandelion fuzz everywhere, we made snow angels.

I believe as we retrograde from adulthood to childhood there must be a cleansing that takes place. It allows us to see with a child’s eyes, and just love all of God’s creations, like each day was Christmas and brand new.

Bless you, Bevvie. I’m glad they broke the mold when you were born, but I don’t mind just having a few chips of you in my heart.

With love, your Kid

Note to self: make more wishes.