W… definitely not on my favorites list. I value honesty. It’s my screaming flaw. Big bold, bright colors make me happy. I’ve been told that my aura is green – Kermit-the-Frog green – on another occasion – indigo w/ gold spiky stuff around my head, pink, VERY pink, and most recently, goldy yellow with bright blue in the middle. Of course, I wasn’t told what that’s supposed to mean. I have an idea what it’s about though – goes back to that “Big, bold bright colors make me happy” or it could just mean that I need to quit bugging Lady R every time I see her with “What color am I right now? ... okay how about now? ... and now?” I have a temporary tattoo that I’m saving for a special occasion. I’m a lefty with ambidextrous capabilities as m…
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W… definitely not on my favorites list. I value honesty. It’s my screaming flaw. Big bold, bright colors make me happy. I’ve been told that my aura is green – Kermit-the-Frog green – on another occasion – indigo w/ gold spiky stuff around my head, pink, VERY pink, and most recently, goldy yellow with bright blue in the middle. Of course, I wasn’t told what that’s supposed to mean. I have an idea what it’s about though – goes back to that “Big, bold bright colors make me happy” or it could just mean that I need to quit bugging Lady R every time I see her with “What color am I right now? ... okay how about now? ... and now?” I have a temporary tattoo that I’m saving for a special occasion. I’m a lefty with ambidextrous capabilities as most lefties are because we’ve had to learn to adapt in a lefty-hating world. I break into titters and giggles whenever I think about the fact that my alma mater’s mascot is the Trojan. Did I mention that I’m not a fan of W? I have a strong dislike for bad drivers, taxidermy, clutter, finding lint in my pockets, long lines for the bathroom, running late, stagnation, having to talk or think early in the morning when I’m not quite awake yet… GRRRRR. Spiders and I have a love-hate relationship – they seem to love me, and I’m not particularly fond of them. I loathe them really… and they scare me. Anything that has a gazillion creepy little beady eyes, 8 legs, and feigns death to outcun me should be drowned in a vat of bleach gel. I enjoy reading, dancing, sending & receiving snail mail, witty repartee, digging my toes in wet sand, creativity, social satire, surprises, collecting postmarked & mailed postcards, spontaneity, whimsy, music, driving w/ my windows down, Petit Jean Mountain, encyclopedias, spoiling my nephew & his puppy, hanging with my peeps, puns. I whistle when I’m happy or at least give it the old college try. I always have a song stuck in my head – it changes from moment to moment. Nine times out of ten I’m game for a good practical joke. Stop me at any time. You just have to ask if you want to know.
What you’ll find here: a bit of Southern girl, stirred in with a touch of nostalgia, a deep appreciation for writing and writers, intimate thoughts and musings, impish humor, and a whole lotta love.
Every good wish to you in your reading and writing endeavors.
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