GET OFF ME

I want to take a moment or two to mention a very basic concept that I am finding lacking not only in my community, but sadly, in myself of late. Kindness. Ever stop and think about what you have done in the recent past that was just simply kind? Helping a friend without expectation, saving a living creature just because it was in need, or sending a thank you to someone for being your friend, or smiling at you when you needed it? Listening to someone you hardly know share a triumph, or just making time to stop and pay attention to someone else's life? I stopped the whirling dervishes in my own head recently, put down the chocolate bar; that sucked, but I did it, and stopped to ask myself " What have I done that was just kind?" I know there are some events in there that qualify, but were there enough to make me a better person, and more importantly, make someone else's day more fulfilling and sweeter? Hmmm... I went shopping the other day, at a large and busy box store ...

I have been watching way to much idiot box, and that in itself is a very bad thing, but what I have noticed more than my own brains leaking out from the action,is that Americans in particular, and the world at large, are becoming a bunch of oversensitive, whining, bitching babies,that, while living longer than ever, are more afraid than ever to live! Time for an actuality check people- Queenie Style. If you wake up in the morning worrying about germs, disease and all of the things that are out to get you sick, fired, poor, injured or killed, then you should just crawl into a box and bury yourself. WTF? Why are you living in the fist place if you are this paranoid about dying? Get it over with I say. And save us the trouble of having to hear about your surgeries, accidents, paranoia and delusions that the world is out to get you. News Flash! It is! You don't get to live forever, and if you make it to the age of 80 in fabulous shape with all your own teeth, and parts and minus any vi...

Well my darlin' minions, here we are again at time change. Those of you with enough time on your hands, and who are crazy enough to keep readin' this stuff, know how much I hate this particular time of year. Many people run amok this time of year, sinisterly remindin' us all that its time to "Fall Back". I just love this. My whole freakin' life is about fallin: into,under and onto somethin', so the last thing I need is some damn do-gooder tellin' me that time itself is about to knock me down and run amok on me! GET OFF ME! So I am up, and I am moving( at the speed of the hare that lost the damn race with the turtle) and I see that it's just now 1PM....well, that's a lot better than it bein' 2 in the afternoon, me running late for whatever I was supposed to do and havin' to make a whole wagon load of excuses for why I am not on time. Besides, blamin' Lucy,while useful,is not always fair,so I get off the hook merely by sayin',with...

At some point in our lives we are all asked,or asking ourselves what we want out of life. I would settle for a Great Cup of Tea, a good chat with a Great Friend, and enough. Enough Money to do what I want... Enough Time to be with whomever I wish... Enough Chocolate to keep me fat and Sassy... Enough Friends to make me smile... Enough Light to see what lies ahead... Enough Mystery to keep me guessing... Enough Humor to keep me laughing... Enough Humility to keep my head low... Enough Triumph to make me proud... Enough Warmth to keep out the cold... Enough Love to fill my heart... Enough Happiness to make life worth living... Enough Space to keep me sane... Enough Vices to keep me imperfect... Enough Talent to make a difference... Enough Insanity to keep me striving forward... Enough Innocence to keep me awed... Enough Familiarity to breed contempt... Enough Absence to make my heart grow fonder... Enough Silence to hear the noise... Enough Health to keep me alive... Enough Magnificence ...

The Hubby takes off for parts unknown( he does that a lot) and I am left holdin' the bag! The dryer decided to blow a gasket the other day, and guess who had to saddle up a mule and ride to the rescue? Queenie, of course. I had a plan. It didn't help any, but I had one.... I am a smart gal, aside from what you read here, and I did the whole" I am female and therefore I will read the instruction sheet prior to beginin' a project" and even made a list of recommended common sense tools I would likely need to accomplish the job. So, I pull the plug. Very important, so as not to turn myself, or Lucy, who is of course right in the middle of the #%@*ing project into crispy appetizers for the vultures who will no doubt swoop in and make a meal outta us both( they aren't particular about what they eat!) I then proceed pulling the dryer out from the wall. Great, now there is enough room to slide a small anorexic gnats ass into the space provided. Fabulous. No normal siz...

My newest debacle is that I'm tryin' to put together a winter poker nite.( Insert hands rubbin' together in Glee here!) Sorry Guys, Gals only!( We're biased, uh,yeah, Bi-assed.) It seems like every winter, I mope around the cabin, holdin' the mules hostage for company and wishin' I had somethin' other than toilin' at work to hold my interest. So this year, with the Hubby off God knows where, and the house to myself, I thought "Why not a little risky behavior among friends?" I could even ante up the mules if I find myself in a particularly terrible sitch' with no way out! GET OFF ME! They would go to good folks.... All I need is some HOT Women...Uh, Lady? Where are you? And some seriously good rations; uh, and some kind of restrainin' order to keep the neighborhood Males from raidin' the premises' in hopes of "Gettin' some". Beer. I mean Beer. Sheesh. Get yer minds outta the gutter! Poker in the House. Lucy, get out...

Once again I am fixin' to be another year older! Yep, it's soon to be the day of Queenie's Birth! Hold onto yer rears, cause here comes the big 32! Ten years of livin' since the age of 22. Whew! I'm exhausted, and the mules are sittin with their tounges hangin' and their butts droopin! Who can blame them?! It's been one Wild West Freak Show this summer! Queenie got her very first visit to a sawbones. Crap! He came, he took an organ( no it weren't my heart!) and he left. Jerk! He didn't even let me see the darn thing up close and personal like. Least he could have done, seein' as how I had grown rather attached to it! And another thing, he didn't even give me a butt lift or a Tummy tuck. Sheesh! I paid him 'nuff to turn me into a Goddess, but, alas! He left me a Queen! LOL!! The Lady deserves a lot of credit here, as not only is she Gorgeous, but a true friend indeed! She put up with me a pukin', cryin' ( get off me! When yer pendi...