In A Daydream...Rambling On!

Caution: Ramble Warning!

Tuesday morning,

Never looked so good.

I'm already in,

In a daydream.

(In a Daydream by The Freddie Jones Band)

What a perfect morning to ramble on randomly with total recklessness. I’m not the only one who does this. Just go visit Stacey Uncorked and you’ll see.

Whoa, baaaabyyyyy! 92 Degrees on the way today. I LOVE hot weather and, actually, it can never be too hot for me. I’d rather be too hot than too cold any day of the week! This kind of weather means warm water and swimming to me. Also, it’s time to break out the paddleboard just before sunset, one of my favorite times of the day and a great way to get/keep my head on straight.

Why is it that I spend all day long thinking that I have nothing to write and that I’ll just read my time away instead, then when I hop in bed, all sorts of ideas begin invading my brain, so much so that I struggle to fall asleep because I’m willing myself to remember everything in the morning? I refuse to turn on the light at that point ‘cause it’s late and I’m NOT getting out of my cozy bed. I give up on this sleep thing. I here by declare, “Sleep…You’re Overrated!” anyway!!!

Still catching up from being away for a while and hating the laundry as usual so it’s sort of not getting done, at least, so far. What’s really been weird since we’ve been home is being in my house without my darling, brown creatures accompanying my every move (the bathroom gets crowded when two 75 lb. Labs join you). No kids. No dogs. Too quiet for me. Changing this immediately.

So I might have called my husband mean last night because he said, “For Heaven sakes, no more dogs.” I can do a pretty mean (in a good and loving way) puppy dog/bat the lashes eye thing and it's usually pretty effective, at the very least, able to get a “Maybe”. My end goal is for a rescue Lab in the near future. It’s going to take a lot of sugar sprinkled around to get this to happen BUT I’m good with sugar tactics.

I have this theory about parties, weddings and things like that. You have to make your own fun, be responsible for you, because sometimes things just aren’t. Like the wedding I went to this weekend. On paper, it should have been the best wedding ever...set in a grove, on a beautiful day, on a vineyard ranch in California. My friends and I took matters in our own hands with some decent results…

 (Sure, stick me on a horse for your own amusement)

(Susie and I always think we should kiss things/people, even ponies)

 (Why is there a Gucci mini car in the lobby of the hotel at Midnight?)

(Where’s Security? And why don't people tell me to mind my behavior or go to bed?)

If you made it through this entire “Ramble Session”, congratulations and thank you for indulging me. Sometimes this is all we can do or all our minds will allow.

When I’m Feeling Guilty, I Always: A Companion Post

Throw a whole bunch of sprinkles and sugar all over the place.

Be as sweet as can be.

Smile as big as I can.

Squeeze really tight.

And, if all else fails…

Offer something up.

I was feeling guilty about the impending VISA bill that I mentioned yesterday. I’m really not a big shopper. I don’t get called out on it EVER. That’s not to say I haven’t gotten raised eyebrows a time or two because I have but I can honestly say I’m not an abuser of plastic.

I guess I am guilty because I’m doing a really good job justifying this whole thing, aren’t I?

I did damage THE CARD recently. It wasn’t for therapeutic purposes, it was purely because I needed a really cool dress for a very special friend’s wedding. And then, I needed shoes to go with it. I probably need some earrings too, which I’ll charge on a different card to cover my tracks. I’ll use a handbag I already have!

I’m not as conniving as this all sounds. Really!

So back to sweet things…

What sugar did I spread? How sweet was I? What did I offer up? It didn't take much at all!

Me, “Honey…. Let’s go out shopping just for you. You hate shopping. Tonight, I’m all yours. Drag me around looking for things YOU need.”

Him, “That actually sounds good. I could use some stuff and we can grab dinner. Wait a minute. You’re not going to shop for yourself at all?”

Me, “It’s not about me. It’s about you, I promise.” (Truly not a hollow promise here!)

Him, “That's nice.”

So that’s what we did. AND I didn’t even use the “restroom excuse” to sneak down to the Ladies’ floor. He received my sole and undivided attention as promised.

And since he’s lived with me for a gazillion years and knows I have definite opinions on fashion, he actually (and wisely) agreed to what I chose. I like to take him out of his comfort zone a little when it comes to clothes. He clearly understands the benefit when he wears what I think looks good on him. Not being shallow here just factual.

I talked him into a beautiful and classic navy suit, a white basket weave patterned shirt and an incredibly gorgeous baby blue checked tie.

So classic. So elegant. So manly.

I had the salesman throw in a pretty cool, long sleeved shirt as well. My guy was happy that his packing was 1/3 complete. It was painless!

AND his bill totaled more than mine. Hee hee!

Mission accomplished and not feelin’ guilty anymore. I would call it a WIN/WIN.

I shouldn’t have had zucchini frites and margarita pizza for dinner. Oh well, diet officially starts today. THE DRESS!

The best thing in life, to me, is spending time with someone I love and doing things just for them.