Letters to Slimmy, Chapter 1

My dearest Slimmy,

I dreamt of you last night. A rather disturbing dream, as all dreams of you have been lately. I was about to leave you, walk away forever, when I turned back around, looked you dead in the eye and said "Fight for me." More than anything I wanted you to fight to keep me around so that I could love you and care for you always. You meant the world to me, Slim. I would've hung the moon or moved mountains if you asked me to. Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight, Slim, and I was worth having so you should have fought and fought hard. I was always yours to win, you knew that, yet you never saw me for what I was worth. The one who sat quietly on the side in front of others, but in private lavished you with more love than even I realized I was capable of. You were worth it to me, so why was it so hard for you to reciprocate? All those years ago I gave myself completely to you and you chewed me up and spit me out but I put myself back together, my spirit broken and bruised, and gave myself to you over and over again. I saw more in you than you saw in yourself. A woman like that is a rare find, Slim, and now you'll never find it again. Lost forever is your chance to be loved.

There's many more chapters to this saga, my dear, so sit back and relax in your other world and get ready to read them and weep. Weep for what could have been, and what I pray will one day be mine again.

With all my love.....

WTF??...The Flipside

Things that make me smile, laugh and/or squeal with utter delight...

Flowers blooming. Sunshine. Giggling babies. Sleeping children. Steak, medium rare. Roller coasters. My mother-in-law. Surprise phone calls. Surprise emails. Making new friends. Hot fudge sundaes. Bear hugs. Fluffy pillows. Late night visitors. Corny jokes. Road trips. Twilight. Stolen kisses. 80s music. French Vanilla cappuccino. Cats purring. Peace and quiet. Goofy goobers...yeah! Finished projects. Empty laundry baskets. Cuddling. A clean house. Random acts of kindness. Fresh cut grass. Clean sheets. A second glance. A bold david abbott in my Inbox. \Weight loss. Riding Ripstiks. Dirty little secrets. Freshly fallen snow. Vacation. Air conditioning. Wet dreams. Light rain. Rainbows. Salary increases. Year-end bonuses. Yelling BINGO! Christmas parties. Families that get along. Found money. Successful new recipes. Guy Fieri. Compliments. Forgiveness. September 2020. Fond memories. New customers. Warm towels. Fruit Smoothie Skittles. Shopping. New hairdos. Manicures. Fireworks. My kids singing. Birds singing. Spiders. Oreos and milk. Waterslides. Nailing a 3-pointer. Making all the green lights. Tax refunds. Bargains. Chocolate. Dancing. First day of school. Making a house a home.

Have a beautiful day!

WTF??

Things that tick me off.....

Undercooked food. Flat tires. People who don't know how to drive. Unanswered emails. Unanswered phone calls. Denied friend requests. GAS PRICES!! Interrupted sleep. Nosy neighbors. Power outages. Ass kissers. Missed trains. Traffic jams. Weeds. Dead plants. Carpet stains. Cats with fleas. Leaky pipes. Kids who cuss. Assistant principals. Stolen money. Criminals. Pedophiles. Domestic abuse. Child abuse. Bad report cards. Grubs eating my grass. Cable outages. Bird crap on my window. Men who use women. Backstabbers. Broken hearts. Broken promises. Hypocrites. Fake boobs. Phony people. Cellulite. Crazy cab drivers. Fear. Terrorism. Conceited people. Liars. Bullies. Speed limits. Arson. Zits. Bill collectors. Telemarketers. Junk mail. Daycare costs. Arrogance. Unsolicited sexual advances. Computer crashes. Identity theft. Bad music. Bad acting. Homelessness. People who patronize others. Poverty. Racism. Wasted food. Crack babies. Drunks. Infidelity. Negativity. Bad hair days. Animal cruelty. Ill-fitting clothes. Cold sores. Dust mites. Moldy cheese. One night stands. Clogged drains. Unrequited love.

Ok, I'm done.....for now

Blog? What blog?

OK, I've been kicking around the idea of writing a blog for quite a while now and, since there's no time like the present, I've decided to give it a shot. After all, writing is listed as one of my interests and something I've aspired to for as long as I can remember. There's just one problem though....I've got millions of thoughts and ideas rolling around my massive brain but can't seem to find the correct way to put them on paper...or in this case, the computer. Naturally, I want my blog to be a collection of coherent sentences just brimming with wit and wisdom flowing effortlessly across the screen, captivating the reader and leaving them wanting more. So I ask myself: Self, is this something you can accomplish? Can your blog inspire and/or amuse your reader? Can you deconstruct all those jumbled thoughts in your head and put them out there for all the world to read and, more importantly, have it all make sense? Plenty of people write blogs all the time, so it can't be that difficult, right? Actually, many moons ago I vacationed, alone, in London and kept a journal chronicling my day-to-day adventures abroad. Well, what a mighty fine piece of literature that was if I do say so myself! So here I go embarking on another adventure, throwing caution to the wind, attempting to blog like no one's ever blogged before. Wish me luck in this new endeavor, dear readers, as I have a feeling I'm going to need it.