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Predictability…

Things in my life sometimes seems to follow a path of predictability…….the calm before the storm, the ebb and flow of friendships, relationships, the everydayness….me…from head to toe, on Monday thru Friday when I make my way to work…I might groom my eyebrows and add some moisturizer…and call that good, oh, maybe a small clip to hold my hair up, or an elastic to put it in a ponytail…or a pencil to keep it off my face…very predictable…when I am at home…it’s pj’s , sweats…whatever is comfortable…no makeup, and hair piled on my head…now when it comes to going out…I do fix my hair…I like variety in my look, straight, curl…either natural or manufactured…I’m not the only predictable one…I see so many friends sporting the same hairstyle from 5, 10 or more years…same with makeup….same tired daytime smoky eye, winged eyeliner, same 5 year old hairstyle…I guess if it works…you work it…more often than not it works you and not in a good way…..

and in other areas….relationships…sigh…such a sucktastic friend or unfriend that I am….I get bored with myself and then I start overthinking every minute nuance and then I let it go…not so good there….

I seem to have lost my train of thought…so I leave this with an incomplete thought…the princess beckons…

What a night….whew…

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So I drive up to work, park, all the while keeping an eye on the car up the street, that is just sitting there, engine running, lights on, in the middle of the street. I gather my gear, punch my code in, go in, see the car on camera slowly drive by my car, up the street…it makes a U-turn and pulls up behind me….try to pull up the camera that might help us see who is the vehicle, no luck, mouse is frozen…walk up to the door, take a look….still can’t see who is in the car…tinted windows….head back to the office…sit there looking at the monitor…nobody gets out, car is still running…we are held hostage….this is shift change….my coworker cannot safely leave and I cannot go on transport…time to call the popo….great response time…within 2 minutes we have popo’s surrounding the building, and the car…they approach the car, then come to the door….and let me know it’s someone that wants to come in…I get a name….and the bells go off….we’ve had some drama before with this one…..sigh…anywho…it took 45 minutes to get the situation under control, more popo’s, and a hapless cab driver….then time to go pick up the person waiting on me….so now I am out an hour and a half of time I could’ve been using to catch up on work….

Next…a visitor to my office…just wants to talk…and talk….and talk…about nothing cohesive…

Next….an accident….sigh….call ambulance…

Next…a trip to the ER….and then I’m back…

Next….the visitor again….NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

Next….another transport….

Next….open the gate…and then the other gate is open and a glitch has it tripping….

Next…dispensing meds x’s 10…

Next….the visitor….and I’m been told what a great listener I’ve been…I wasn’t…

Next…got locked out…..

Next….wah….it just kept going and going….I need another day off….

Hello world. I’d like to introduce you to my brother and his art.

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Here (↑↑) is  a picture of him putting the finishing touches to one of his works. His pieces evoke a juxtaposition between differing themes…stand back and let the art speak to you.

While he is new to trying to get his artwork out to a bigger audience he has been honing his skills over the years.

You can explore more through his Facebook artist page here: Daniel Santos Cantu Gallery

Here are a couple of other samplings of his work.

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Sunday I cuddled with my snotty love bug, she sneezed on me, wiped her snot on me…and loved on me…she needed comforting and she got it…in return I got lots of germy love and once again that tiny bundle of joy made me sick.

This has been going on all week…I finally broke down and called in…I hate calling in….but I hope the extra R&R will have me back to normal.

Next time she sneezes in my direction I will banish her.

On the plus side all this misery has taken 5 pounds off….not sure from where….and I’m off to binge on Narcos, hot tea, honey, Nyquil and chicken broth.narcos_main

Doings…

Dear Diary…

I stayed up late…I missed a friend’s birthday party last night….I was kinda iffy on going…oh well, that extended nap took care of any decision making on my end. I stayed up watching the last two episodes of NCIS…I teared up…buh bye Tony DiNozzo…I put a pot of beans to cook…loaded with bacon…it was good and the aroma wafted ever so not gently into my room to awaken me…what a way to wake up…

Had a nice breakfast with my favorite cousin…chit chatted about this, that and the other…enjoyed some coffee, barbacoa and beans with tortillas…good stuff.

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Also realized that baking season is fast approaching, the zucchini in my fridge reminded me…said zucchini should’ve already been baked into a loaf…maybe tomorrow…if not I’ll steam it and eat it that way…

Been looking for projects to do that are not too strenuous on my back, repurposing old pillows, crocheting, I did get an idea while shopping yesterday…that’ll use up some of the scrap booking stuff I have…I don’t want to be a pack rat…and I do try to keep all my stuff organized…my worst nightmare is turning into my mother, that woman was/is a hoarder and pack rat…and since I did add a few things to my closet I do need to get rid of an equal amount of items…guess that is one way to minimize my ironing pile…

I tried my hand at repairing the extension cord I ran over with my lawn mower…big FAIL…I plugged it in, heard it sizzle and pop and I tripped the breaker…I’m firing myself from any and all electrical attempts…need a new cord to finish mowing my yard…or jungle…D should be getting me another cord…not green this time…not that it matters, I killed a bright orange one last time…

Good bye Dear Diary…

 

Projecting projects….

Had my Kenzy today, enjoyed her for a few hours…went shopping for her yesterday, had to get her some new chones…but I was appalled during the process…mind you little Kenzy is only 2 years old and some change…wears a size 4T…I just wanted basic panties…hard to find those among bikinis and hipster chones…like seriously…ended up getting her the boy shorts…sigh…

Today I moved on to some upholstery project I had on the back burner…that was fun…and here are some pics of my work…

The steak was for my break…

Resonate…

After a few conversations with some of my readers/friends over my “water under the bridge” blog I felt I had to come back and explain some of my thought process…not easy to do as I tend to go all over the place with my thinking…and everything else around me…ADHD is beginning to look like a friend….

But back to the esplainin’…I am an avid reader, I love the written word, I don’t have a particular favorite author, I do have favorite genres…and I also read random blogs, political articles, historical pieces, etc, etc.. and one of the things that draws me in to any story I am reading is the ability to connect with the character or the writer…in my writing I tend to attempt to draw in my readers…it happens, they see themselves in what I write…often times to the point of them feeling it was written about them…that rarely happens…yes I may draw from current situations I may be in the midst of or simply observations…on the occasion that I do write about someone I will extend them the courtesy of giving them a heads up (and yes, I still have a couple of pieces to write by request…haven’t forgotten).

When I am reading someone else’s story I like to see how they ultimately resolve their dilemma often times it is feedback from readers that serves as a guide for them…it’s like reaching out to the universe for advice and the universe throws back its wisdom….me…well my resolutions don’t often work for anyone else…rarely do they work for me…but you can’t always turn back the hands of time and get a do over….I am more of a cautionary tale….

So when my writing resonates with you it is a “feel good” for me, it lets me know that something I had to say did evoke a feeling…maybe not the best feeling…but a reminder that we all are connected somehow….our life experiences sometimes are a mirror…and there was so much more I could say about my thinking and/or writing process…but there that thing again….ADHD…

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