INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Hmmmm....It's been awhile, and, while I don't exactly have a "devout" clamoring group of followers on this blog thing, not posting something  regularly has really bugged me--for a couple of reasons...First of all, I promised myself I was going to try to write a book this year (i.e., "the year of the book")....I was actually going to take a week off, sequester myself somewhere over on the ocean and drag it out of me by the roots...well, my goal was to begin by the end of January....so, since I couldn't really end up taking that time in January; I felt this blog thing would be a nice daily exercise in getting into the writing groove...in a non-poetical sorta way...to dedicate a time each day, spending at least 20-30 minutes daily just writing whatever flies into my vacutainer/cabezita :) So I was off...writing.... Well, I got sidetracked by ending one stressful job (actually somewhat of a milestone), beginning a brave-new world jobbie job, life just sorta...

Sometimes I gotta admit, I truly feel like I'm looking through the looking glass, things just seem that extremely odd and surreal. OK, so Alice in Wonderland was one of my all-time favorite books as a girl, SO WHAT? Now, I'm not saying that if I nibble a bit of cake that I'll grow into a giant—by today's societal standards, I already AM one. Standing Tall. Amazon Me ::beating her chest::….Nor am I saying that if I take a swig of something that I'll shrink into a mini-me ::stifling a giggle:::….Nor am I openly admitting to seeing talking rabbits run past me (believe me, my cat would take issue with that one). But, sometimes you take a look at your reflection in the mirror and see not your reflection, but the reflection of your life… Of what it might have been, what it would have been, what it could have been-- and see it flicker against the contrast of what your life actually is at the present moment. When you look in the mirror of your life, do you like what you...

You know, it's truly amazing the amount of joy that comes from 99 cent lipstick. Seriously. Even now. These days you can't even buy gas for a buck, or candy, either; and almost nothing at the dollar store costs a buck these days (unless it's full of lead or other savory tidbits for us Consumers to enjoy)--know what I'm saying? So, the giddy feeling that fills me up whenever I find my precious 99 cent lipstick is a welcomed distraction to the economic woes we're all facing (at least, to me). Hey, what can I say, call it a cheap thrill--I'm guilty as charged!! Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmm...gotta love me some Pink Suede, baybee...only a dollar, and yet it slicks over my lips, caressing them, bathing them in creamy, frosty, makes-ya-wanna-nibble-me color. Not quite a pink, not quite a brown, not a freakish color--just the right balance of lucious, satiny goodness....all of this PURE PLEASURE for a buck! WOOO HOOO!!!! OK, I know this sounds funny, maybe eve...