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Ball, Car, Pavement. Repeat. A Chicken and Bubbles to Boot!

Quite frankly, I’m astounded. Have made it through many (!) a month now without the occurrence of what I deem a “Lucy antic.” Apparently, the viewing of far too much I Love Lucy while growing up has had an adverse affect on life’s happenings, causing many the wacky and fantastical happening, occasionally reported here in times past. Did I mention that my grandmother’s name is Lucille? Locating some wood …

Life’s too good, despite an unexpected locked car door, or two.

When locking one’s keys in the car, it’s best to recognize the positive. In calling Bean with a need for the other keys, she offered not one groan or grumble, at least to the hearing of my ears, just something along the lines of, “Alrighty, we’re on the way!” Then, when walking out to the main road to meet up with my rescue’s arrival, I received seven “hello’s and how are you’s” from passersby. Semi-ominous clouds above held off on a potential downpour and I was able to finish two chapters in my book at the time, Shutter Island, recommended by who else- Bean. Life’s too good, despite an unexpected locked car door, or two. Point in case, this bit of pansy-ness flourishing mid-sidewalk spotted along the way. This pansy’s no pansy, having grown up through a crevice amidst the grey, grey pavement of the sidewalk, and though likely set to be squished by the wheel of a passing bicycle all too soon, offered up hope, joy, and a smile in the meantime. Near re-bolstered my dimmed moxie from some months back now. Thrive on, little asphalt flower!

Lavender Pansy Growing Up Through Cement Crack

Speaking of owning a pair, pardon the crude reference, but behold Bean’s car balls. They follow me around the car, I swear. Up front? Car balls. Backseat? Car balls. Roof rack? Car balls! Swingin’ to, swingin’ fro.

Red Joe Cool Car Dice

The lovely autumn weather (J’adore!) finds me frequenting the car wash, more often than not. Brushes buff, bouffant, primp, polish and poof every bit of my little car as I happily snap away at the sudsy soapfest capturing a play by play of the waxing on and waxing off. Never fails to remind me of the fun I found it to be in accompanying my dad through a similar car wash as a munchkin of four.

Car Wash

My favorite blacktop find as of late was this here melty crayon. Sure, it’s not my beloved Crayola, but all’s forgiven as it’s very nearly the color of my bedroom! Kingfisher Teal.

Teal Rose Art Crayon

My favorite olive-green-shaggy-rug-on-carpet-how-I-wish-you-were-really-hardwood-floors find would be these here pink fuzzy-slippered feet. Mine! The quest to be part Muppet lives on …

Pink Fuzzy Slippers

Once blogged of the pint-sized rubber chicken that adorns my car dash and its unfortunate popping due to an all too friendly warming of the super-hot sun. “Popping” resulted in the liquid-filled, squishy yolk substance lying within to ooze out and down said dash. Enter replacement chicken! Via Christmas stocking stuffer. Alas, more poppage. So, imagine my glee to encounter that there unhoused, as-of-yet, chicken-free yolk at the store recently. Now, how to get it into the chicken … slingshot, please!

Rubber Chicken and Plastic Jelly Yolk

Thinking that bubbles must be a close relation to bunny wabbits in their ability to reproduce in droves. You walk away for the quickest of moments and- GAZUNGA! Stay Puft. ♦

Bubbles Overflowing In Sink

Ever Pull Your Ponytail Too Tight? Youch!

The insomnia is back. This isn’t a bad thing, just an odd thing that leaves me wide awake until daybreak. I’m awake just enough to be wired, fully conscience of the fact that I’m WIDE AWAKE, unable to sleep, but not so awake that I’m of a mind to be productive in any way. Whatsoever. Instead, hours pass by, often quickly, thank goodness, in which I float through existence in a surreal-like state doing nothing much else other than thinking, contemplating, philosophizing. My brain won’t shut off … must count sheep … 13 sheepies …

So happy to have the temperature drop. Several weekends ago, I couldn’t remove enough clothing, drink enough water, sit still enough, take enough cold showers. Hot, sticky. I would have slept in the bathtub, had I not had “one can drown in three inches of water,” running through my head. Bean told me about a dude who lobbed a fan at her in desperation when she politely told him at the register that it was against store policy to sell him the display model, and that, yes, she did know they were out of stock, along with every other store in a fifty mile radius … 12 sheepies …

Alias Season V will be available soon. Utterly ludicruous, totally outlandish series with every character in possession of at least nine lives. And I love it! Watched all the back seasons via Netflix during this past year’s Christmas gift wrapping. The BEST cameos EVER! Christian Slater. Ethan Hawke. Quentin Tarantino. Isabella Rosellini. More! Haven’t been this excited to see the outcome of an on-screen romance since the last time I got caught up in a television series: X-Files. Yep, back-to-back episodes late Sunday nights kept me company while working on assignments for class. My complete lack of interest in the show blossomed into a post-series obsession quickly turning to undying loyalty in the watch for any sign of requited love to be found between Mulder and Scully (almost typed Mully and Sculder). Was rewarded with a long-awaited, most perfect declaration of love stated through one fantasmic kiss near series end. Le sigh. Ok, that’s my abbreviated plug for shows revolving around agents. Don’t get me started on Keifer Sutherland AKA Jack Bauer in 24 … 11 sheepies …

Sporting ruby red slipper nail polish for the third week in a row … 10 sheepies …

Ruby Red Slipper Nail Polish

My chicken popped! Everyone should have a pint-sized rubber chicken in their car. Just be sure that when the sun rises in all it’s warmth and super-hot glory, that the liquid-filled, squishy yolk substance lying within your rubber chicken, doesn’t ooze down the dash as mine did … 9 sheepies …

Popped Rubber Chicken

Cliff is outta the hospital, hallelujah and yahoo! Been out for several weeks and getting better every moment. A friend from school, and a good painting buddy, he apparently got really sick, passed out on the front lawn, and woke up days later in the hospital fresh from a coma. Remains unexplained. Here’s to you … 8 sheepies …

Superman Logo

Went to the Street of Dreams recently. A row of gorgeous, high-priced homes decked out to the nines with the latest in design and amenities and for the price of admission, one can peruse every nook and cranny in the search for their own decorating ideas. This is one of my favorite little bits … 7 sheepies …

Outdoor Chess Board Game

Would like a ballroom dancing partner come autumn with cooler weather and the taking up of new activites, but alas, they apparently only reside in Florida nowadays … 6 sheepies …

I’m crazy about edamame. The little green buggers. Darn McDonald’s Asian salad … 5 sheepies … 


I like the pick-up line in Derailed.

Clive Owen and Jennifer Aniston In Derailed

I wanna go to a monster truck rally! Wanna buy an obnoxious over-sized foam finger and mightily wave it to and fro in the air screaming my lungs out for mondo vehicles … CRUSH THE COMPETITION! Yeahhhhh!! Woooooo-hooooo!!! Jump those doubledecker school busses! YeeeeeeHaaaah. It could be fun … 4 sheepies …

“Thawed For Your Convenience”. These are the words that grace the orange juice container I purchased at Jack In the Box the other day. The words imply a favor. That they’ve gone and actually liquified a former solid so that I may quench my thirst immediately as opposed to waiting until the rock melts. Simply amazing … 3 sheepies …  

Oh, look. It’s Bean.

Tina Holding A Dolly

She’s come for a visit.

She’s left friends.

Dolly and Stuffed Toy

That pointy thing up there scares me. I sometimes imagine it falling, landing sharply on my face somewhere. It is only paper. But hey, it’s folded sharply and positioned precariously. Sure, it’s a pretty paper lamp at the second angle, but lying directly underneath, squarely on my pillow, insta-weapon.

What I won’t endure for decor … 2 sheepies …

Cobalt Blue Star Lamp

Cobalt Blue Star Lamp

Am making one of these for breakfast come morning with the mum…..

German Pancake

… 1 sheepie … ♦