#tiwsofbbmcamf

You all know I hate shopping. Any kind of shopping. Thursday is my normal grocery shopping day. Today I ended up at 3 different grocery stores in order to clear my list. Ridiculous. The only saving grace is that I planned the trips in such a way that my last store would be the one with the Starbucks inside. As much as I hate shopping I do so love my coffee. But you knew that also, too.

Are you still awake? Gawd this is boring, isn't it? Ok. Moving on to the meat of the story.

On my way from store 2 to store 3 {they happen to be within walking distance of each other} I round a corner and am almost run over by a man pushing a shopping cart. He wasn't looking where he was going but rather where he had been. Seriously man, eyes front. Thanks. As I moved aside to avoid being run over he did put his eyes front. And then he looked me up and down {yes. Up and Down} and then he said - *mmmm. What a buffet*. How does one respond to something like that? I just stayed my course and answered him in my head.

*ummm. thanks? i think.*

So tell me. When was the last time YOU were looked up and down and called a buffet? Or anything close to that scenario. Or when was the last time you called someone a buffet?





#things I won't say on fb because my children are my friends

Wordless Wednesday.

Prompted.

Usually when I blog I like to write about sex, drugs and rock and roll {okay not really but rather sex, my idiot x,coffee, wine and the fact that Sarah Palin is not as harmless as she would like you to believe} but today is a little odd,because the prompt that T left me in a comment last week has been on my mind since reading it.

I have mentioned before, to Rudy, that I should make good use of a couple of websites I know of that have nothing but writing prompts. I obviously enjoy writing but have gotten out of the habit of doing so. T prompting me just might be the kick in the pants I needed to get me moving.

I think that my problem with the lack of writing is that I am generally happy and most of my previous writings come from a dark sad place where I am filled with angst. I need to find a way to rewire my thought process to enable me to write about things flowery and bright and happily ever after since that is the path my life is on. Using a prompt several times a week to just write could most definitely help me find a new comfort zone for getting what is in my brain and heart out onto the screen.

To that end I am going to start using prompts. I will probably up my writings here for you to read and critique. Don't be shy. {I know you aren't and I won't judge you while you judge me. tee hee!}

Thanks my dear T, for the prompt. It certainly did impact me even if it took the slacker me a week to respond to it. LOL!

Happy Monday!

Thursday Thirteen.

Thirteen Travel Tips for Blondie

I haven't been on a plane since I was 15. I am sure travel has changed a lot since then. Y'all travel way more than I do. Help a Blondie out, please!?!

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{This isn't my plane but I wish it was.
It's PINK!}

Thanks for Your

Cal Poly Universities Float
won the Viewers Choice Award!

QOTD:
Have you ever been to a parade? I mean camp out over night, sit on the curb, wonder at the excitement *been to a parade*?