Monday, August 13, 2012

Any way the wind blows

I used to wear nightgowns in the winter. We had forced air heating vents in the houses growing up and I loved standing over vent. My nightgown would billow out and the heat would get trapped inside and it was so toasty and warm.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Let it rain

In the summer when I was little, I seemingly ran around every day in my bathing suit. One of the best things about this and of growing up in the boonies was the summer rain storms.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Wait and see

My good friend is an aspiring filmmaker and a fantastic animator and I hope you'll indulge me once in awhile as I share some of his works because I love the things he's doing.
He just posted this short and I loved it so much that I wanted to share and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!



Til next time!
x's and o's

Thursday, August 9, 2012

I'm a fighter not a chicken and that's no bull


I once choked on a cheeseburger while out with a group of friends and no one noticed.. Normally one might expect to be upset in an instance such a this. Frantic hand waving and gesturing, maybe two hands grasping at the throat in the universal sign of "hey assholes I'm choking here!" but in instances of me, rarely are we talking "normal". 
I was in my mid teens and out with my older sister and her friends and I was trying to show how cool I was and that little sis could run with the older crowd. I sat at the table, greasy chuck firmly lodged in my esophagus. My eyes were watering. My face changed myriad shades of blue and purple. I was a technicolor dreamface!! I tried to cough firmly yet daintily and discreetly to try to dislodge ol Bessy from the confines of my blow hole. My hands fumbled for my glass of ice water as I tried to wash her down. The table of half a dozen people, oblivious to me and my imminent peril noticing neither that I was choking nor how non challantly I was covering my choking, continued their cacophony of noise around me.   Eventually I got up and, tears streaming from my face due to the jabbing of what certainly had to have been the shrapnel of Blue Bells' bones, I stumbled to the bathroom and some how managed to remove the blockage.
Returning to the table, my face slowly returning color (if "oh darling don't you ever get outside" white is considered a real color) a member of the group looked up and noticed my disheveled looks and asked if I was alright. I waved him off dismissively and hoarsely croaked I was fine. To prove my point, I took another bite of that burger. I'm a fighter! I would not be taken down by the former occupant of my mighty fine leather shoes!


Til next time!
x's and o's