That’s all I have today, folks. Have a great day.
Sleep
Sleep has eluded me for several months now. I think it’s avoiding me. Are we on a break? Is Sleep cheating on me? Now that I think of it, I’m awake in the middle of the night – where is Sleep? Not with me. Not in the hallway, Not even in the house. Very suspicious indeed…
I Said Hush.
Not Pink…Yet
For those of you following my hair saga, I won’t keep you in suspense. The good news is I can have pink accents. The bad news is I have to wait six weeks. So for now, please enjoy the blonde. My stylist was wonderful. My hair was very dark in the back and the layers were a mess all over. Shout out to Morgan for making me feel spicy. 🩷
The back of my head is also on my stories on Instagram, via Morgan’s page. I won’t put that information here for the sake of privacy, but if you visit my Instagram stories, it’s there (for about 12 more hours).
Stay tuned…
Hello Kitty
I don’t know where to put it, and this has been an ongoing dilemma for years. In fact, I can say that if I knew where to put it, I’d already have it by now. It has to be a perfect replication of Hello Kitty. If it ends up being a knock-off that looks like it should be called “Hi Lopsided Eyes Cat Friend,” and I’m stuck with it, I guess it’ll have to be somehow magically – and with much sorcery – changed into Johnny Depp.
Just one?
What is one word that describes you?
I don’t know if I can answer this prompt with one word. I’ve been told I’m a lot of things: quirky, eccentric, dynamic, hilarious, moody, feisty, sassy, a hot mess, frustrating, incomprehensible, silly, kind (this is my favorite one), grumpy, mouthy, talk back-y, really weird, stubborn, headstrong, indefatigable (not always true), tenacious, ridiculous, goofy.
I couldn’t do it in just one word. I knew I wouldn’t be able to.
My New Router Was DOA
I got it a month ago. It has been nothing but problems. I cannot access WordPress or Jetpack with any kind of normalcy, I often cannot like posts, cannot send comments or even see statistics. It drops phone calls, and just generally doesn’t work. I am getting a new router tomorrow, but until then please bear with me. Thanks guys.🤞
That I’m a Talented Writer
From the first time it was said to the present, I am truly humbled and appreciative. There is no greater feeling than releasing what lives in your mind and heart to the outside world, and having people identify, relate and enjoy it. Even if it’s not feel-good reading material – perhaps especially then: when the subject matter is dark and from deep within, yet people absorb, reflect and are sometimes without words – stunned, overwhelmed. It is a risky venture to share one’s work. It can be met with unfavorable comments. There is a level of vulnerability that one must accept as a writer. In the beginning it was very difficult to be vulnerable, to risk being not enough, and to accept criticism as well as praise. I appreciate everyone who reads my words, regardless of their opinion of them. But for the ones who do enjoy reading my words, and for those who do identify with them, it buoys my soul. There is no greater compliment.
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate you all.
* featured photo is of me holding the author’s proof of the first version of my book. I made many changes and from those changes became what the novel is now. But, boy was I so proud to have that book in my hands.*
National Lampoon’s Station Wagon
Daily writing prompt
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
This is the obvious choice. If my vacation does not include this, I don’t want to go.
La Vie en rose
“Life in Pink”
This is my submission for beginningatlast9.com No Theme Thursday 3/14/24 thanks for the art inspiration once again, Kevin!
She lives her life in pink
A little bit of red
Lots of white
In the city of light
If pink had a sound
It would be the song
La vie en rose
Life in pink
She hums the tune
Right before she turns toward me
For the portrait
She has said,
“You don’t need rose-colored glasses
To live your life in pink,
mon cœur”
La vie en rose
Eyes that make mine look down
Des yeux qui font baisser les miensA laugh that is lost on his mouth
Un rire qui se perd sur sa boucheHere is the portrait without retouching
Voilà le portrait sans retouchesFrom the man I belong to
De l’homme auquel j’appartiensWhen he takes me in his arms
Quand il me prend dans ses brasLet him speak to me quietly
Qu’il me parle tout basI see life in pink
Je vois la vie en roseHe tell me love words
Il me dit des mots d’amourEveryday words
Des mots de tous les joursBut for me, it does something to me
Mais moi, ça me fait quelque choseHe has entered in my heart
Il est entré dans mon cœurA lot of happiness
Une grande part de bonheurThat I know the reason
Dont je connais la causeIt’s him for me, me for him in life
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vieHe told me, swore it for life
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vieAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batNights of endless love
Des nuits d’amour à plus finirA great happiness that takes its place
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa placeTroubles, sorrows fade away
Des ennuis, des chagrins s’effacentHappy, happy to die
Heureux, heureux à en mourirWhen he takes me in his arms
Quand il me prend dans ses brasLet him speak to me quietly
Qu’il me parle tout basI see life in pink
Je vois la vie en roseHe tell me love words
Il me dit des mots d’amourEveryday words
Des mots de tous les joursAnd it does something to me
Et ça me fait quelque choseHe has entered in my heart
Il est entré dans mon cœurA slice of happiness
Une part de bonheurThat I know the reason
Dont je connais la causeIt’s him for me, me for him in life
C’est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vieHe told me, swore it for life
Il me l’a dit, l’a juré pour la vieAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batAnd as soon as I see him
Et dès que je l’aperçoisSo I feel Inside me
Alors je sens en moiMy heart beating
Mon cœur qui batSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Édith Piaf / Louiguy
La vie en rose lyrics © Beuscher Arpege
“It's Amy,” I said. 