It was a Dark and Stormy Morning



In honor of Halloween, here’s a re-post from 2014.

Casper

Some things are just plain scary. Like ghosts. They might be friendly Caspers but I don’t see how that’s reassuring when you have one in your bedroom watching you sleep. Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not saying I have a ghost watching my fitful slumber. But there could be. How would I know? I’m asleep.

Personally, I’m fascinated by things many find ridiculous. Things like ghosts, UFOs, Ouija boards and Sarah Palin. Actually, I take that back. I don’t find Ms. Palin fascinating, just ridiculous. And a little bit scary. But I digress…

Sarah Palin
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I’m Actually Not Just Pathetic, I’m Farcical Too

Last week in my post, This Just In: I’m Pathetic, I mentioned that this week I’d add three more reasons why I’m pathetic and then be done with it. But after much thought, I believe I’m more on the farcical side than pathetic. But I’ll let you decide. So having said that…

Here goes #1…

I named Siri on my iPhone and the accent I wanted him to have. I’ve always loved an Australian accent, so I chose someone I envisioned looking similar to Mel Gibson back when he was drop dead gorgeous and before I learned he’s not the person I thought he was.

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This Just In: I’m Pathetic

Yes, it’s true, and I’ll prove it. It’s likely you might end up thinking I’m not only pathetic, but a bit weird. And who am I to argue? Odds are you wouldn’t be wrong.

So let’s jump right in: I SAVE SLUGS. Let me rephrase that. I rescue slugs. Well, that’s not much better, is it? The thing is, I have those disgusting, banana-type slugs making their slimy way into my kitchen and occasionally my garage. Repulsive, huh?

You talkin’ about me?
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The Fix

Here’s a post I wrote way back in 2016

I have to say I’m writing this sorely aware of pretty much every muscle in my body. I say sorely because I believe I feel pain in just about every fiber of all 640 muscles. Did you know we have that many? Me neither. I had to look it up. But my point is, I feel pain in all of them.

Let me explain…remember when I juiced for 10 days to help cleanse my system of the baked Cheetos and taffy I keep stashed in the console of my SUV? You don’t?! Well then, you need to read my post: Welcome To My Detox.

cheetos

Turns out I spend an inordinate amount of time in my vehicle traveling to trap feral cats for spay/neuter. A gal gets hungry you know. Nothing worse than trapping at Dillon Beach miles from a grocery store when a hankerin’ for cheese and crackers hits. So I keep a stash of edibles in my console. Sometimes they aren’t what one would call healthy snacks. Hence the cleanse. Continue reading

Welcome to My Phobia

This is a post from 2015 and yes, I still have my phobia…

Just about everyone has a phobia, or pretty close to one. For some it’s a fear of flying, like for my friend Annette. We have to sedate her into a stupor before she’ll set foot anywhere near an airport.fear of flying

For some, their fears focus more on crawly things. My ex, Jim, would yell my name from the other side of the house in such a way I thought our home was on fire. Or maybe he found one of our dogs dead under the bed. But no; a spider was in the house and it needed not to be. I had a small window of time to scoop up said spider and run it outside before panic forced Jim to smash the arachnid to smithereens.

Let’s get you outside, little one


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