Calm Waters? Shirley…You Must Be Joking.

This day is beginning to make sense…but only because I’m refusing to obsess over it. I want to get up and paint but haven’t yet. I went to the gym for an assessment although my knee is still kinda achy. They sent me home. Although I’ve already written a post today, I’m writing another. Other folks may let this up and down, side to side swing cause them stress…but, I’ve been a Cancer for forty-one years. I’ve gotten used to it.

So I have another live painting gig this Saturday…and I’m excited! There are a few things that I need to do but all in all, I’m ready. I’m repurposing a couple of canvases, priming my guitar case piece and doing some finishing. Painting and talking to people is an awesome combination of my favorite things, like chocolate and almonds or coffee with cream.

Painting, writing and being productive is also a good way to distract myself from the romantic lull I currently find myself in these days. It’s like on some subconscious level, Ive been trying to replace my ex with someone else for a few months now. I didn’t realize I’d been doing that until t oday. Thank Goddess for Earl and Napoleon. They’re my boyfriends now.

Speaking of it’s time for some quality time alone with them right now…and I think we want to be alone. My knee will just have to suck it up because…Mama, she got some work to do.

Colored Girl Commentary

For clarification, I would have named this Black Girl Blues but…really, in all honesty? The term is so cliche’ and tired. Who wants that  energy all over herself? Not me. I’d rather convey this thought as my soapbox instead of my cross to bear. My list of observations, not a gripe.

I know a lot of women who are going through it right now. Not to leave anyone out but I’m focused on us right now. Some are having romantic woes  and others are financially strapped…and still others are in some serious shit right now.

http://http://www.gofundme.com/vfw9ek

My good friend is in a homeless shelter with her son today. I am posting her gofundme page. It’s unfortunate. I am still attempting to process this information and a lot of it is still in the process of making sense to me.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to word this.

I am controlling my responses and expanding my vision. There is so much that I want to say but the words elude me.

So when I have a hard time finding the words, I look to music. Maybe a lyric or a melody can explain things better than I can.

My thoughts on romantic love: 

My thoughts on breakups: 

My thoughts on reconciliation: 

IF you beat me up: 

IF you survive as an undead bitch monster: 

If we run off into the sunset together forever…Shoot, I got a word for that.

Yay!

But seriously, If you can donate financially…Awesome. If you feel more comfortable leaving words of encouragement, that’s awesome, too. Sending Love and Light, Prayers and other Spiritual Energy is wonderful to share with The World, Ourselves and each other.

Not exactly a soapbox but…it’s the best I could do on such short notice.  wink.

You Know It Was A Good Night When You Have To Ice Your Knee The Next Day.

You Know It Was A Good Night When You Have To Ice Your Knee The Next Day..

You Know It Was A Good Night When You Have To Ice Your Knee The Next Day.

I have been lying in bed most of the day with my knee on ice…and watching Defiance reruns. But that’s another story.

Prom was AWESOME. You know the night’s gonna be great when you show up wearing net gloves and your friends happen to be wearing theirs…but the glove thing wasn’t even planned. Synchronicity!

We even whipped out our party guy, Resurrection Joe. He is a flask. Joe is not just any flask. He’s seen things that would make grown men scream. He’s been inside the purses of intoxicated ladies in compromised positions. We filled him up with Absolut Citron, closed his mouth tightly and dared Joe to reveal our secrets. He’s a good boy. Our secrets are safe.

We did make a scene in the tiny bathroom stall as we whipped him out. Any time a group of girls run into an empty stall, expect debauchery. Especially when they bring cups of barely sipped Sprite. Quicker than you can say, “Gag Me With A Spoon” we emptied him of all his joy juice and were back on the dance floor.

Dang! My knee still hurts. Penance for my sins, I guess. Dance all night? I did…and in Chuck Taylor’s no less. Good thinking on this girls part. I put some of those magic gel pads inside those flat, arch less contraptions and did The Prep, The LV and The Pogo. Modern technology for archaic footwear. Yay!

I opted to wear my hair in the “Wet Look” instead of a mountainous 80’s hair piece. Although a wig would’ve covered the paper clip Erin used to secure my halter top dress. Funny thing. The darned dress fit yesterday morning but when I went to put it on last night, it fought me! Thank Goodness for resourceful friends and office supplies! Hmm…maybe if I’d worn a huge Whitney Houston hair waterfall, I could’ve taken off my jacket for a minute. But if I learned anything during the 80’s, I learned that The Look is Everything. Heatstroke before fashion disgrace. I was hot, sweaty and just as happy as a pig in…mud.

It has become hard to focus. I don’t think that I’m still drunk. Definitely not feeling hungover. It’s good that I can’t recall all of the details, eh? I came home with my dignity and underwear in tact so, I wasn’t too bad.  Good Times, Good Times.

Ready for Next Year!

Prom Night? Ladies Night!

Prom Night? Ladies Night!.

Prom Night? Ladies Night!

I am in such a girl state of mind right now…lol. I’ve been getting ready for prom like Theo Huxtable (or maybe Denise) will be there. I have everything I need and decided to wear my hair in a faux hawk…which is a nod to some of my favorite 80’s hair styles.

Heather called not too long ago and we are both so totally stoked about tonight! It’s as if the girls night we’ve been waiting for has finally arrived and it’s a combination dress up party/dance to you pass out event. I wasn’t even this excited about my actual prom which was in the 80’s. Oh, well. Any reason to have fun is a good reason.

So, my next post will be of me in all states of functional debauchery…I hope. Not fall out on the bathroom floor wasted…but tastefully compromised, if there is such a thing.

Traditionally this would be the night good girls lost their last vestige of virginity. Although that that ship has already sailed, maybe somebody will be drunk enough to give me sloppy smooches in a dark corner. Who knows? Could happen…lol.

Fixity of Purpose.

Fixity of Purpose..

Fixity of Purpose.

I love Napoleon Hill and Earl Nightingale…and even though I’m not sure if fixity is a word, I get it.

I am once again sitting, well kinda propped up by a mountain of pillows while lying in bed, here listening to a focus binaural and my new boyfriend, Earl. He makes sense. Even though I don’t usually go for older guys (or ones who’ve transitioned to the next phase), I love the way his voice carries the words as they flow from his mouth.  He makes the message so easy to listen to through these earphones.

Tomorrow is the 80’s Prom theme party and I’m totally stoked! Got my dress. Got my Chuck Taylor Converse sneakers and lacey, white socks. Got my lime green, fingerless gloves and long, chain style necklaces. It’s GO Time!

My girls Heather and Erin do this every year but I haven’t been in quite some time. The last time we went, I was Boy George.

This time I’m going as an actual girl…a material girl. Not exactly Madonna but if Madonna were a black girl at the prom in 1987, then she would be me on tomorrow night.

I have been looking forward to this for months and with that fixity of purpose, I scored a cool dress and accessories with very little effort and cost. I know that the lessons I’m learning are being applied in every aspect of my life…even costume party stuff.

I am so Thankful to my coach, The Universe and Infinite Intelligence.

I am Thankful for Napoleon and Earl.

I am Thankful for the ability to learn.

This is what Life Feels Like when you’re walking a path that feels good.

Speaking of a Master Plan…

Speaking of a Master Plan….

Speaking of a Master Plan…

Ok…earlier today I unleashed a violent rant upon the world. Not my finest moment. I could blame it on Mercury Retrograde or my ex or the GOP…but it was me. I allowed myself to fall into the abyss of anger, negative energy and dark thoughts. I did that…and now I’m going to make up for it.

I have been listening to a lot of Earl Nightingale and Napoleon Hill lately. They makes me feel good. I love the messages and usually play a focus binaural in the background to enhance the effect. Having a positive mental attitude, a goal and determination is a formula for success I’ve been hearing all my life from my parents.

I wonder if they were students of this philosophy.  What’s not to love about being happy, making money and enjoying life? It’s about choosing happiness.

So, I can’t let my final post of the day be so angry.  In an effort to clear the air (virtual smudge stick at the ready) , I leave you with this: