Got a comment that suggested this fine establishment is run by an incoherent, semi literate writer and mulled over whether I wanted to play with them a bit.
Thought about writing things that seemed disconnected and disjointed just for kicks.
“Hey PR, don’t read Johnny unless your name is June because I spell out exactly what I am trying to do, even Jack knows and we’re all trouble makers. One kiss and nothing is ever the same…again.”
That made me chuckle a bit because the comment spam is ridiculous too. Look at this, “Gia wore a sky blue maxi dress with a knotted which is good news for Wall Street.. This makes it a good tool for teams that require a safe place to send confidential information.”
It almost reads/sounds like it could be a real comment but it is not. It is tied to a link I won’t share because I will provide no traffic to them, at least not intentionally.
Twenty years of blogging has taught me a thing or two. It reminded me I can’t ever give this up again and that you can live your dreams and not dream your life away.
“Life is filled with wonder and magic but it also comes with haunted forests and scary flying monkeys. And the problem with being a semi invulnerable superhero is that I can’t always be there to fight off the monsters of the night.”
All The Single Ladies Revisited
It is surreal sometimes to look around and not see little children running around the house. Surreal to have my baby ask for help with spreadsheets and assorted grown up type stuff.
Surreal to have her older brother ask for advice about retirement funds and to talk shop about work stuff.
My days of scaring the monster under the bed or in the closet are growing farther away each night.
So occasionally I have to have a little fun and ask if I can show up at the office or on campus dressed up like Beyonce in her All The Single Ladies video.
My son said in the current climate that might be a good way to get arrested so I said I would change the lyrics to All The Single Moms and that would protect me.
He said it might come across as creepy so I said if I dressed up like one of the Village People and offered assorted services like fixing clogged sinks, moving furniture and or writing complaint letters to help get refunds it might help.
The kid shook his head and I told him never to overlook the value of helping a lady in distress, even the ones who don’t think they need help.
He didn’t catch the reference to his grandfather with the last remark which was ok, I still smiled remembering dad telling me I was to help my middle sister even if she didn’t always think she needed it.
Smiled again because he made a point to tell me not to use that as an excuse to play big brother. I of course smiled and told him he better learn how to haunt me if he thinks I am not going to say ‘Dad said it is ok” for me to do whatever it is I choose to do.
Got one of the last glares I ever received from him, but so worth it. I suspect he kind of enjoyed giving it too.
It is midnight here in the land of big hats and big hair so I think we’ll call this one early so I can pretend to go to sleep before 1.
Only feels like 9 AM to me.
First, you made me think of Be Good Johnny by Men At Work; I bet that brings intriguing memories back to you. Second, at least you have those wonderful memories. I’m an only child who never had children; I’m thanking my stars that I have a grand niece who just turned 10, because of a marriage that officially ended 3 years ago. I don’t see her often, but it’s always fun when I get the chance. I hope my memories are the same when she’s the age of your current children… I mean, if I’m lucky enough to still be around. 🙂
I have many memories of Men At Work and that song in particular jumps out as it was popular and I was a good kid who was often “not so good” or so one of my teachers once said.
On the lower end you only have 9 years for your niece to catch up to my baby so I am going to predict you will absolutely be around, but I am rooting for longer.