That Girl

 The good news is that tornado season is over in 6 weeks…. The bad news… we are neck deep in tornadoes. I say this every year that I hate this time of year. Where my YM is it’s going to snow this week….no, I’m not crying, you are! Ok, ready?!  Bar book club buddy-Mickey Rourke 9 1/2 weeks-Maybe roofied me?- 98%. Sure he was an undercover DEA agent…. Everyone called him Motorcycle Bob. Because his name was Bob (but was it?) and he drove a motorcycle… we gave most people nicknames like the guy who serviced the jukebox was Jukebox Dave…It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to come up with these names… We mostly talked about the book we were reading… lots of Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Anne Rice( ps, I’m friends with her sone who is also a writer and very catholic and lovely in every way, Christopher, and I speak every couple of months. He went to Israel a couple of years ago and wrote to ask me if there was anything specific the he could pray over me. Sweet man) ANYWAY!!! Sorry about...

It’s 12:30 am and I had caffeine just a few hours ago and I forgot to take my night meds at 11 so I’m just a chatty little squirrel! First, do you remember me talking about Magic Molecules which is a spray made out of 100% Hypoclorous acid which is something our own body makes to fight all the things! Sunburns, cuts, bruises, I mean you name it this shit is supposed to be the bomb diddy. I have several bottles! I keep one next to my bed and spray my face every night, one in our medical drawers ( I’m a little weird about medical stuff. If you can catch it or hurt it, I’ve got you covered, ok! ) one in the truck…. So like two weeks ago I start getting red cheeks. I don’t know why but I know I don’t normally have red cheeks and it kind of looks like burst capillaries… I spray my face, cool, then I start getting this burning feeling UNDER my skin and I’m all, ouch! Then around my muzzle, nose cheeks, chin I start breaking out like someone left the prison gate open. Now I’m like, ouch and I...

 Have you guys watched DTF St.Louis? I binged it and can I just say it made me feel so many emotions at one time. It’s an emotional roller coaster of, ick, ahhhh, oh hell no! Sweet, weird!! and, just kill me now. I wish I could talk about it without spoiling it. I can’t unsee that show. I accidentally had a bit of a meltdown at a charity resale store today….. the good news is that my husband had one before I did , which never happens but it made me feel better to know it…. So what happened to push my buttons? Seriously, this is a little embarrassing. Now, I like this place, 6 years ago-ish I bought this 8 settings dish set from there. I could tell by feeling it that it was really nice. All these years later we have never unpacked them until my husband brought to the box in for me to go through…. You wanna know how fucking smart I am? Seeing it again and  it was still jaw a droppingly gorgeous, hand painted , heavy weight Queen. So I google Lens-ed one plate and….. you should s...

 First, I cannot get that photo uploaded!! I can’t put it on instagram but I might send it through a message if I can so keep and eye out for it. This reminds me that I’ve wanted to explain this for 12 years. I got a phone call from a boy from Las Vegas. I was so nervous that I froze. Couldn’t talk, was so shy and timid and then I ruined it….. A boy said he loved me and my mind was processing at lightning speed and instead of stopping and acknowledging that moment I chose to let it go and sit in the moment. Absorb it. Feel it as I’d wanted to hear those words for decades, right, I thought if I didn’t jump on it I’d look less needy. I thought if I sat with it and pretended that it was normal to hear. That I was someone who heard this from him as a regular thing. I didn’t hear what he was talking about after that. I just sat in it and he was hurt or embarrassed or let down, that I didn’t comment right then. I didn’t say it back. I was letting it wash over me. I’m sorry about that. I ...

Let’s try Q&A again…. I got several versions of this: I’m sorry that your post turned into a bad memory. Talk to someone if you need to. It’s ok to cry. Those were so sweet. Thank you. It was…. Weird. 1) happy question! I know you like perfumes, have you tried the Bridgerton ones? Omg!! I’ve bought two because I don’t think they’ll be restocked and I love it! It’s the Dearest Gentle Hydrangea Eau de Parfum. I could roll around in this. Perfection and I’ll probably need to get a few more. 2) weren’t you supposed to get your new ID?  Got it today!!!! I believe I can fly…. Leaving on a jet plane…. Jet City Woman!  3) How is your son… Wee One…  So sweet that you called him that! He’s good. He spent a week with his sister in Colorado last week and he’s been good. He knows that we are a safe place for him which is what’s most important. 4) Did you have that bladder surgery? Nope. Not gonna. The way my body reacted to the invasive test they gave me, lots of blood, clots, bit...

 By the way, I’m starting to transition a little bit away from Etsy and more towards EBay. My stuff is selling much faster there and, well, that brings joy. If you want my link contact me. Q&A ! Woot!!! Got called out in this email… 1) you said you were going to tell us how you found out that you’re allergic to tequila. Spill the tea! Ok.. Ok…. So, I’ve talked about a guy who used to come in to the bar part of where I worked. I called him motorcycle Bob. He had a kind of  Mickey Rourke in 91/2 Weeks vibe. We had a two person book club. He’d come in and if I wasn’t doing something else I’d saddle up next to him and we’d discuss the book. I loved it because, to be honest, men didn’t really treat me like I had a brain. And, back in the day women did kind of dumb themselves down on the outside. I hated that. He listened to me. Also, I’m 99% sure that he was undercover DEA. That’s a whole other story. A girl came to work there, her name was Amber, and when I swerved he started ...