I care not what others think of what I do, but I care very much about what I think of what I do! That is character!
Theodore Roosevelt
Having to cook for myself on a daily basis. (Just yesterday, I made hummus that tastes like a bowl of cement.)
That my house won’t be spic and span when I expire. (And that I’m naked.)
Feeling like shit and not knowing why. (Having a general idea makes me feel a little better.)
Going for walks and having a dog chase after me.
Pretentiousness.
Racism. (Overt or covert, it’s all the same.)
Some random dude yelling “Hey, Shawty” at me with a bad set of teeth. (I wouldn’t mind so much if he was Denzel-like. Know what I’m saying? With good teeth, I mean.)
Having gas. (Shit happens, don’t it?)




Like the watercolor.
Those things bother me too, except for the cooking part. Love the painting.
Thank you.
For you, cooking is an art. I admire people who have a special spin on food. I just don’t think it’s in me to have that spin, however.
Those things would bother me also. I am very impressed this is such a short list.
Love the painting!
Thank you.
This is a condensed list.
My list: Having to eat hummus that tastes like a bowl of cement.
On second thought, let’s just put the period where it belongs, after the word hummus.
Needing to use a pencil eraser for the first time in months and they have all dried to a rock-hard consistency that just leaves pink schmears on the paper.
Not being able to paint like TotsyMae. P’rhaps that should be, not being able to paint like a second-grader.
Everything else that bothers me, bothers me A LOT.
You don’t like hummus? You don’t know what you’re missing. Well, not speaking of mine, of course.
Yep, there are other things that bother me A LOT but in trying to keep the topic somewhat light, I left those things unsaid. I kinda know from reading your blog some things that may bother you A LOT.
***That my house won’t be spic and span when I expire. (And that I’m naked.)***
Haaa.Haaa.
Who gives a shit about the clean house…I just don’t want to be naked w/out lipstick!!! Xxxxx
Keep in mind, I’m a southern woman. These things matter and goes along with vanity. Yes, you must have on your lipstick and make sure it’s fresh and hasn’t marked your teeth. You don’t want that, Girlfriend.
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Totsy, that’s why I stay in bed until 9. Most people die early in the morning. If that was to happen and it was on my kitchen floor with coffee spilled all around me, I would feel really bad about it. I hope I’m wearing something cute. And I hope my tongue isn’t hanging out of my mouth. I love to cook so that doesn’t bother me.
I love the painting.
By all means, we must be cute. While you still have time, do practice your falls in cause you are in the kitchen. You don’t wanna slump but you’ll want to do so in the fashion of the diva that you are.
Thank you.
Totsy, I hope your art gives you some joy in the midst of all the rotten stuff you’re dealing with. Remember the saying, a tree grows in Brooklyn. It’s not just a book title, it means something, so find the joy where you are, whatever it may be (perhaps the fact that you can blog?). At least until you’re able to get out. It’s the good things that’ll help you get through it.
Yes, the good things are what I focus on. I started working out again yesterday and realized how much that has helped me. Blogging is most helpful as well, and I’m writing more since I have a great deal of time to spare. Thank you.
I was a bit worried about the last one being followed by “s*** happens ”
Either one is especially detrimental in public places.
Excellent choice of quotes, Tots. I agree 100% with Teddy. Glad you do, too. Or was that a goal?