That Girl

 Here’s something that I don’t know if I’ve ever shared… I love mountain climbing documentaries, but the kind where a disaster happens, you know like how a climber’s body ends up being left on Everest… kind of thing… they scare me in a roller coaster type of way. So I watched The Dark Wizard which is about Dean Potter who was a world famous rock climber known for his free climbing, meaning he didn’t use any equipment to keep himself from falling to his death. He didn’t use any! He did  this all over the word but loved Yosemite National Park. Then he started diving off cliffs with a Wing suit which looks a lot like a Sugar Glider. You know from the beginning that there’s going to be a tragedy but you don’t know how. It’s four episodes on HBO. I can not recommend this more. It’s so good but the entire time you have that feeling that you’re tick tick tick ticking up the roller coaster before the descent. Your tummy flutters from the jump. So well made. You’re gonna feel like you ...

 I had to do it.  Last week our community had a bingo night thing and Joshua wanted to go and drag me with him. All the women in the building love him and mother him so they always ask him to go to these things… they don’t ask me.  Anyway they had seven prizes . A popcorn maker, one of those hotel scent devices, doughnut maker, electric wine opener, an Italian olive oil sprayer, and a S’mores maker… I wanted that one badly!! In the summer they bring out the s’mores maker and I love that but not enough to buy one because we just wouldn’t use it enough… but if it’s free….. I won the first bingo which was the popcorn maker, then Josh wine the hotel thing, then I won the doughnut maker. Then Josh won the wine opener, someone won the olive oil thing and then I won the S’mores maker. There were 120 people there! It’s the little things, man. It felt like my birthday! 😀 People were fucking pissed. Our mail lockers are inside the clubhouse and this man walked in and jokingly yell...

 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 ...