Do It Anyway

Must Be Fall

• Wild turkeys meeting me at the office door every day (yes, I live in the city) - check!
• Cat crouched and pawing under cupboards hunting for what I dare not think about - check!
• All of my petunias looking a little leggy and sad - check!
• The deck looking bereft and neglected - check!
• The soft top up on my Wrangler. Maybe ready to put on hardtop - check!
• The sky and afternoon sun so gorgeous - check!
• Magazines the size of the old Sears catalog waiting for me to reread - check!
• Craving and just-about-ready-to-buy Wellies - check!
• On hands and knees finding shoes in my closet - check!
• Cute feetsies protesting when I still put on my Havaianas - check!
• New kitty Oliver getting ready to lose his nutletts - check!

The last one has nothing to do with fall, but our spring-born kitty is having his snipping today. He's all happy right now running around the house like he still has testicles. Because he still does have testicles.

Kiss them goodbye Oliver. Lick them one last time. Because you can.

Guess what! He's doing it!

Primal Blueprint 21-Day Challenge

I've flirted with this for a while. This morning while cruising around I read Mark's Daily Apple and saw a challenge had started a few days ago.

I'm jumping in right now. Even though I just had peanut-butter-sprouted-wheat-toast a few minutes ago.

I'm in! Anyone else?

Here's to Day One.

Coffee Anyone?

I'm having mine! Here's some for you.

I actually own that coffeepot! It makes me crazily happy that Marilyn touched one just like it. I am so damn weird.

Poop today like you're in your own bathroom.

Apologies - it's like that today! Heh.

Mark This Day - Grow

It's five o'clock in the morning.

I'm standing on our porch. Crying. Phone in hand. The ambulance has just left our driveway with Pup in it. I'm rattled and I've left my keys in the house. They are not in my hand where I need them.

I call my son-in-law. He and my daughter live seven blocks from us and I know he will have his phone on.

"B," I say, "I locked myself out. Could you come and let me in? Pup is in an ambulance with severe chest pain. Please come and let me in." I'm sobbing.

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I didn't know it in that moment. In that moment I didn't know it was muscle spasms in his chest. I didn't even know chest muscles could spasm so painfully. My husband is not the kind of guy to complain. He powers through everything. So in that moment, the fact that he was in so much pain, the fact that he asked me to call 911, the fact that I watched him being taken into an ambulance, was swirling around on the top of my brain.

I didn't know any of that. I packed a bag with shoes, sweatpants. I put my hair up. I dressed. I let George out because I didn't know when we'd be back. I did not think about what was happening. I collected my stuff and didn't worry about collecting my mind.

Until I left. Until I left and locked myself out. And called my son-in-law. That's when I thought about it. I cried on the porch.

It was muscle spasms. Painful, horrible, but not a heart attack. That's what I didn't want my mind to think. Heart attack. It was muscle spasms.

Pup is snoring away next to me in The Big Room. He is sleeping. He is full of oxycodone. He is full of muscle relaxers. He is snoring and in between snores he watches The Red Zone. He has muscle spasms in his chest. Hallelujah.

Mark this day. Mark this day.

Hot Friday - The Firm Edition

. . . just because. I do love showcasing hot guys, but women are hot too yes? And other things are hot. Shoes are hot. Fall fashion is hot. Yep. There is a lot of hot around. We shouldn't be so stingy!

I've been at The Firm (let's try this name out for a while) for a couple of weeks now. We're heavily into transitioning files and reorganizing. My office is coming together bit by bit. Right now we're moving out ugly vertical filing cabinets and replacing them with lovely lateral filing cabinets. New ones arrived yesterday and we installed them into Pup's office and they are BREATHTAKING. Yup. Who knew this stuff could give me design-boners? Hmmm? Everything is a design opportunity apparently.

We will be moving the laterals we have in our home office into my Firm office over the weekend. So my time has been spent transitioning the client files we bought into the filing system and folder system we prefer. Pup is biz as usual and transitioning all of his client files into the software The Firm will be using. Very dry stuff. But necessary.

So everything looks a hot hot mess at this moment. You know how transitions are. At first everything is flying through the air until it all lands in place perfectly. Like Samantha Stevens' witchcraft. Oh I love that woman.

I have one shot of the office. Don't judge just yet. This is just the first piece. I'll take some better photos when I'm further along.

It will be lovely.

See that globe in the bookcase? I found that thrifting with Deb-oh-rah. It lights up. Touch the base 1-2-3 and it the brightness goes dim-medium-bright. I love it! So tacky.

Offices are tricky to arrange. I redesigned Pup's office last year with new furniture and I made him rearrange. He kicked and screamed, but had to admit in the end it was a good change. Much more efficient set up now. And his office furniture is lovely! He's a professional and his office should look that way. The next step in his transformation will be his style! Heh! He likes me to style his daily look. So we're going shopping for him soonly.

My office fashion has so far been cuffed jeans with t-shirts or the occasional casual long summer skirt. Mostly because some of the time I'm on my hands and knees rummaging through a box or running back and forth between our offices with armloads of hard files. It's fun though.

I've been listening to music through Spotify (smooches to Lorenzo) and one day it was all John Legend and one day it was all Amy Winehouse. Love love love.

Here's a little tribute to working in an office. It's all about distraction.


Amy Amy Amy

Attracts me, till it hurts to concentrate,
Distract me, stop me doing work I hate
Just to show him how it feels;
I walk past his desk in heels
One leg resting on the chair
From the side he pulls my hair.

[Chorus:]
Amy Amy Amy
Although I've been here before
Amy Amy Amy
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
Amy Amy Amy
Where's my moral parallel?

It takes me half an hour to write a verse
He makes me imagine it from bad to worse
My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
The way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track

[Chorus]

His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans
Immobile, I can't think by any means
Underwear peeks out the top
I'll let you know when you should stop
From the picture my mind drew
I know I'd look good on you

[Chorus]

Creative energy abused
All my lyrics go unused
When I clock black hair blue eyes
I drift off I fantasize

[Chorus x2]

And one more just because. I know y'all won't, but you guys should take a few minutes and watch this one. Fantastic song and if you were/are an Amy fan, very very touching. Kick it up this weekend hooches.

Even Marilyn Did It

Avoided empty carbs that is!

I think that's sauerkraut on that dog isn't it?

This woman was light-years ahead of all of us. She did strength training y'all!

I am digging her workout outfit.

I had a girl day yesterday. Met a couple of friends in a town far away for a little digging and drinkin' and talkin'. Super fun. And I scored a couple of things that made one of my friends look at me with a face that said, "I thought I knew you."

I always have a vision. You just might not like it. Ha!

Yes, that is another skull (have I shown the other one I have? Or the 8-point buck antlers I have from a car-kill I was involved in years ago? I forget. I'll share soon.

And yes, that's another paint-by-number gem. There's a mid-century magazine rack out in the garage as well. I am thinking it will look good in my new office - maybe? I'm still thinking about that one. I'll post shots of the office (still pondering a name for our office - nothing is coming just yet) when it's more towards completion. Still waiting for a few key pieces like filing laterals. Ha!

Smooches to you my friends and let's eat and move à la Marilyn!

Hot Men Friday

Aaron Paul

Are any of you Breaking Bad fans? The final few episodes are coming up and I, frankly, am riveted every Sunday night.

Pup and I have been watching this since the beginning and I'd love to banter back and forth about how this show is a microcosm of life as we might know it and understand it, but I don't have the brain-power. Heh! If you DO watch it you get what I am trying to say - and that's what I love about all of you peeps that read me - you just might get me. In my mind you get me. Not many do. Least of all me!

This is Jesse Pinkman. A character from Breaking Bad. An anti-hero. A very unlikely one at that. His character development has been astounding. The writers on this show have imaginations so dark and true it scares me.

I loves me some Jesse Pinkman. In gif format y'all! I am a bit obsessed with gifs at the moment. Forgiveness might be needed.

. . . and like the advice Mr. White is receiving, you can either run from things or you can face them. Jesse style!

It's nearly fall everyone! Not that I'm ever sorry to see summer go, but I always do love fall. Beginnings! Pup and I have started something, finally, and I now work for him. Again, I have a boss that wants to spank me on the daily. I am HR so I'm in a quandary! Hehehe. It's okay, his spankings are more like love taps. Oh wait! They are love taps. Smooches to my Pup, new biz owner.

I need a pseudonym for our biz . . . hmm . . . I'll have to think on this a minute.

Get out there and break some bad of your own!

For No Apparent Reason

Song of Perfect Propriety
by Dorothy Parker

Oh, I should like to ride the seas,
A roaring buccaneer;
A cutlass banging at my knees,
A dirk behind my ear.
And when my captives' chains would clank
I'd howl with glee and drink,
And then fling out the quivering plank
And watch the beggars sink.

I'd like to straddle gory decks,
And dig in laden sands,
And know the feel of throbbing necks
Between my knotted hands.
Oh, I should like to strut and curse
Among my blackguard crew . . . .
But I am writing little verse,
As little ladies do.

Oh, I should like to dance and laugh
And pose and preen and sway,
And rip the hearts of men in half,
And toss the bits away.
I'd like to view the reeling years
Through unastonished eyes,
And dip my finger-tips in tears,
And give my smiles for sighs.

I'd stroll beyond the ancient bounds,
And tap at fastened gates,
And hear the prettiest of sound-
The clink of shattered fates.
My slaves I'd like to bind with thongs
That cut and burn and chill . . . . 
But I am writing little songs,
As little ladies will.

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Loves me some Dorothy.