I know NObody cares ’bout them gray hairs
down there.
But I do. Even though it’s been years
since ANYone has even come over to visit;
much less spent the night. I still loathe
the very sight of them hideous gray hairs.
They yell and they tell ANY and EVERYone in
earshot ‘Hey!’ She’s a really REALLY, old lady.
Ain’t that shady? Put my bizness all on blast.
I got my lacefront, acrylic nails, and makeup on fleek, shaper
got every lil roll cinched tight as a knot. .Spot On! I’d swear it all
takes off 20 years …or OK…at least 20 weeks.
But trust & believe it Miss: there ain’t NOwhere to hide them
down there gray hairs. I think it’s time for electrolysis.
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You can’t make this stuff up. The real Hamburglar. lol One of the best movies I’ve seen this year.
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Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang 20 years removed, kind of….
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Watched all 8 episodes & I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Ugh!!!
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Felt a little fluffy… and overly sweet, like cotton candy. But definitely refreshing after two raunchy seasons of Beauty in Black.
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My 48 (going on 14) year old recently had an accident on his scooter, broke his ankle, subsequently lost his job through the temp service and the room he was renting weekly. After a harrowing stint barely surviving in a ‘tent city’, he asked to come home. Another in a seemingly unending long road of meandering mistakes, missteps, mishaps and misfortune.
Aren’t adult children supposed to take care of their aging parents… and not the other way around? I left home after high school, a couple years in college and NEVER looked back. Should I point the finger at myself for poor upbringing? I thought I’d taught him good morals, basic common sense and survival skills. But he decided to take the path less traveled turning down every dark fork in the road. Do some people just seek misery or just relish in being saved? …Over and over and over again?
At what point do I stop rewarding bad behavior under the guise of helpful, loving parenting? Would I be an awful parent (or person for that matter) to FINALLY just say No…? Could I live with that decision knowing I have the resources to help? The image of him alone, lifeless in a gutter somewhere keeps me coming back for more. But does the punishment fit the crime? I know… I brought him into this world. Am I obligated to keep supporting him financially, keep propping him up whenever he falls down, keep forgiving him as he continues to make bad life choices?
Is this what they call unconditional love? Well… it sucks rocks.
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It’s about that time of year. How we love to see the magnificent red, orange and golden hues as leaves change color with fall. The reprieve from oppressive summer heat is so refreshing. All is right with the world. …Until those falling leaves clump into heaps covering my lawn. Ugh! I’m a Senior who loves gardening and yard work but raking leaves is not my favorite thing. A few seasons ago, I invested in a yard vac. Besides my battery operated lawn mower, it’s the smartest money I’ve spent on tools. A time saver, a back saver and a sanity saver. Click my Affiliate link to view and purchase on Amazon.
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Finished a SUPER BINGE last night: Rosario Tijeras Season 3. You know a production has done an excellent job when viewers (aka Me) are sitting in their recliners bawling their eyes out, whimpering and screaming at the TV all at the same time. It had been some years since I watched Season 1 so of course I had to go back to pick up that season from the point I remembered. Then, over the past few months I’ve caught up on rest. Season 1 has 60 episodes, Season 2 has 67 episodes and Season 3 has a whopping 70 action packed, edge of your seat, emotional, nail biting, violent, explosive, over-the-top, unbelievable, ostentatiously sexy, heart warming episodes. Lots of paradoxes are going on. How can such lowlife villains be so darn charming? I was totally swept up, taken in and enveloped. So when the comeuppance arrives in the finale (like you knew it should) you’re still hoping for the unrealistic, fairytale happy ending instead of the more honest, gut wrenching just desserts these characters deserve.
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