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Spring is near down here, folks. With that comes a lotta pollen. Then rain and those mean ass thunderstorms and tornadoes. I’m not looking forward to that but the warmer weather, I am. I never got to show you one of the few sandstorms I saw when I was in Saudi Arabia last year on account of it not showing up real strong on my camera. I’d prefer one of those any day compared to the tornadoes here.

If I knew you like that, I’d impose and invite myself to your house ’til this rash of tornadoes passed but you don’t know me like that either, which would make for real strange company. But I’ll tell you this. I was in the National Guard and after sleeping in the freezing cold woods back-to-back with my foxhole buddy, I could damn near sleep anywhere. Well, not anywhere, when I really ponder worse circumstances than that but you know what I mean. Not to say that you’re sleeping anywhere but like I said already, you know what I mean. Pretend you do anyway ’cause we gotta move on.

In the meantime, it’s still nippy some days down here and well, the weather’s pretty much what one talks about to fill dead air and while I very much appreciate you allowing me to waste your time, I won’t hound you with redundant talk about the weather anymore. I will, however, think Spring…

"Tree House" Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013. Totsymae.

“Tree House” Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013. Totsymae.

"A Little Music on the Side" Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“A Little Music on the Side” Mixed Media on board. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

"Red Bikini" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

“Red Bikini” Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2013 Totsymae

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"Dream State"  Mixed Media on paper. Size" 9x12.Copyright 2012

“Dream State” Mixed Media on paper. Size” 9×12. Copyright 2012

It’s a busy, and for some folk, stressful time. I don’t know what makes the holiest part of the year stressful. Well, it’s Jesus’ birthday, if you’re of a Christian nature. This time of year don’t bother me with stress. It’s a time to settle down and regroup ’cause this is when folk get the most time off. It’s been real strange to me though, how there are so many folk outta work, and have been for awhile, but the malls and store parking lots are packed. I’m like, shit, where did the money come from all of a sudden?

I wish at the end of every year, I could go and shop like a mad woman but I’d probably end up extremely bored with it. Redundancy is unsettling to me. Like, if I was dating a fella and all we did on Friday nights was pop in a DVD and eat chicken nuggets or some other fake food of that nature, I’d eventually want to pop the shit outta him. Not that I would but I’d certainly imagine it and humor myself with the thought.

I remember this one fella I dated was always talking about women he dated. He thought he was hot shit. One time he told me, “I’m gonna work out and be all fine the next time you see me.” I told that ass, “Must gonna be a loooong time before I see you again.” If you knew anything about him, you’d understand why I had to shoot off like that. Then again, you can meet him now.

Anyhow. I’m gonna be a little quiet over these last days of this year as I try to wrap up some things. Plus, my son, who calls himself Masta Unk now, is here from the army, so I’m gonna enjoy his time here. Now, ladies, not ’cause he came from me, or maybe so, but Masta Unk IS the shit. (Wink, wink y’all).

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Now that I’ve gotten what I wanted, you won’t be hearing me talk politics again. Well, I don’t mean ever but for awhile, you won’t. I was starting to get on my own nerves for a minute, so I know it was tough on you too, coming over here and listening to me pick on politicians and whatnot. But since I pick on my own self just as much, if not more, don’t be mad at me. Though, it’s time to move on, folks. To what, I have no idea. I’m lost and wandering about rather naked now.

I can tell you that I’ve been on the real busy side. That could be a good thing if I wanted to be that busy but hell, it ain’t the kinda busy I wanna be. I mean, I’m trying to fit creativity back into my life, which has gone from sugar to shit. I haven’t painted almost all year. When I go that long without painting, I always have the fear that I won’t know how anymore. Losing that would be akin to losing a limb.  And then the more that fear builds, the more intimidated I become to even try. It’s like, what if I can’t? I’ve written a lot but not enough. I probably should’ve dated and married up with that fella from a few years back since he liked me real hard. Then, I’d been able to sit on my ass and write the way I want but I didn’t like him like that. He didn’t wanna be my friend, so eventually he changed his number and email, like I was harrassing him or something. The nerve!

I wasn’t trippin’ though. See, I’m a Leo and I don’t like Leo men. They’re arrogant and bossy. At least the ones I know. If you’re a Leo woman and hooked up with a Leo man, I don’t know how you do it. I’m not typically into that whole horoscope thing but I can’t help recognizing that Leo men eventually get on my nerves. Scorpios too. They run about neck and neck on the nerve radar.  I have high and low tolerances, like anybody. I believe I’m rather in tune with myself, so I don’t get on folk nerves. Seriously. It’s them, not me. I won’t even claim that kinda responsibility.

Anyhow. I’m about to get my blog ready for Christmas. You know, maybe tell Christmas stories, play music and bake cookies or something. Not that I’m the baking kinda woman but I can whip up a box cake like nobody’s business when I put my mind to it.

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Dried Hibiscus leaves. Photo by Totsymae 2012

Personally speaking, I think men folk have made a big ole mess of America. Not that I think a woman can come in and clean it up any better. I don’t. The problem is, I don’t rightly know who can. I was thinking of packing up my shit and flying in to D.C. to see what’s all the fuss about.

I’ve whipped me this dish called floffel for the airplane ride and sliced up some tomatoes, with some cucumbers to go along with it. I don’t eat airplane food too tough. Trouble is, washing up in those little toilet areas and not being all greasy when I go sit down with The President to have my talk. I don’t just need to talk to him though. Those knuckleheads in congress been bitching for too damn long, haven’t they? I don’t know why. They have everything at their disposal. All I wanna do is ask one question and then I’m outta there. My one and only question would be: Do you really give a damn?

On the good side of this post, I’m reading Heartburn by Nora Ephron ’cause Patricia, from Patricia Sands, told me it’s a good read and since it is, I guess I can trust the next time she says something’s good. Thanks, Patricia. You’re alright with me. If anybody else can point me to a good book, please do. I caught the tail end of the TV folk talking about Maeve Binchy today. All I heard was them talking about her work. I’ve read a couple of her books and seeing that she was mentioned made me wanna buy a book of hers. Then, I looked on the internet a minute ago, after it took a billion years for it to act right, and read that she passed away. She was 72. Rest in peace, Ms. Binchy. 

I haven’t been watching the Olympics. I don’t know why but it’s not the same since I’m not in the U.S. Maybe that’s my excuse to not watch it. I don’t know. I mean, I’d like to watch it but I don’t know why I won’t. Ain’t that crazy sounding? When I actually sit to think about it, I’ve had the channel directed to what I thought were the Olympics but it sounds like Olympic News and other news. I’ve only been turning on the TV for noise sake; not watching it.

Anyhow, that’s all I’ve got cooking in the pot today. Have a delicious day and I’m not talking kinky.

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