A Lady In Red

Rainbow Brite and I were having coffee at Starbucks last week. It was nice to catch up. And I thought I'm going to make my schedule my slave, rather than slave to my schedule (who worships at the altar of busy). But that's another blog.
Rainbow spotted a woman in a fireball red minidress with matching thigh high boots and bleached blond hair walking in the mall behind us. It was a shocking outfit to begin with, but made even more incongruous by this woman's age: clearly in her mid fifties.
We were so intrigued, we had to find her. Not in Starbucks. Not in the bank.
She was in a jewelry store. In fact, she owned the jewelry store. We went in and she chatted about the jewelry, the designs, the gems. She showed us her Klimt prints and pictures of her son, who looked a lot like the baby in the Klimt She seemed really comfortable with herself and her world. She expressed her vision of beauty.
Why do you have to be young and skinny to be congruent with a hot red dress and thigh high boots? I left feeling embarrassed to have judged, but also inspired.
When we are in our power, we allow others to be empowered.

So go ahead, wear a little red today.

Caught Up In The Rapture

If it's the end of the world, I figure I better squeeze in one last post. I'm not exactly counting on being taken up, y'know.
But I mean does it mean I won't get to be in the karate tournament Sunday, or is it doubly important to know self defense in the lawless days ahead?
It seems like if it does happen, the Weight Watchers I'm planning to attend may become moot. Maybe I should have had ice cream,not broccoli for dinner.

Fear is a many spledored thing

Y'all know what a big, humongous chicken I am. I mean I'm afraid to ride my own horse, who is afraid of squirrels and leaves and plastic bags.
The mall parking lot is full of kidnappers and serial killers.
People get sucked right out of airplanes (look it up, it's true, it happened on Hawaiian Airlines a few years ago to a flight attendant, but I don't recommend you hang around the emergency exit waiting for the bathroom.
You get the idea.
So it's probably appropriate that in Kauai, Hawaiian island of chickens (seriously, they all got loose after a hurricane in 1992 and roam the island roosting and crowing, unchecked) was a good place to go zip lining.
Incidentally, I happen to be afraid of chickens, too, after being viciously attacked by one when trying to shoo it out of our car's path. Never hurry along a chicken while you are in sandals.Just run it over instead- hey, it's you or the chicken, and a car gives you a little advantage over an angry chicken.1
Top 4 reasons to be fearful of zip lining 1) I really don't like heights. 2) I don't trust small wires to hold ever increasing me up over deep valleys. 3) I don't trust the judgement of barely past teenage guys, even if they have been to Afghanistan. 4) It's really way embarrassing to be way more afraid than a nine year old in public.
Still, I somehow did it- the hardest part was stepping off the platform- by the end I even zipped and jumped off into a lava tube pond and swam under its waterfall.
So now I can brag about it. Ridiculous, I know.

Amnesia

I think I have amnesia. Everytime I buy something, I forget I spent money. I was just looking at our checking account and saw a charge to Macys. It posted on Tuesday. I didn't go to the mall Tuesday! Someone stole my card!
No, it was a charge from Saturday, posted Tuesday. Did I go to the mall on Saturday? Hmm. Oh yeah, I did after spending a harrowing 3 hours with Papoose painting pottery and trying to practice Zen Buddhist techniques of letting go of the outcome (why aren't there other mothers in there going- "No! No! That's going to make one big splotchy mess?!?"- but I digress). That was $100, painfully spent. Then I bought shoes.
Which I forgot I bought. I mean I know I bought them, I was going to wear them today, except it's raining, so I didn't. I forgot I spent money.
Maybe this is some kind of dementia? Shopper's amnesia?

I need to go back to recording all my purchases in my calendar, if I remember to do it.

Prince & Misc.

Last weeks Hubs and I went to see His Purple Highness.

 Did you know:
Prince is a Jehovah's Witness? And the AM we went to the concert Jehovah's witnesses came to visit me?
Prince is a Vikings fan like Hubs?
Prince was once engaged to Wendy's twin sister- yes, Wendy & Lisa Wendy.
Prince wrote the songs for Morris Day and the Time (oh-wee-oh-wee-oh)

The tickets said 7:00. Hubs was quite stressed we might be late. The opening act, Grand Central (another old Prince band) didn't start until 8pm. Prince didn't start until 9PM.
Prince played lots of old stuff. Purple Rain stuff. He no longer plays anything explicit. It was very lounge act-ish. Oh wait, Prince spent a lot of time doing that in Vegas, didn't he? Back when he didn't use a name.  In fact, he was tame enough I thought Papoose would have enjoyed the show.
Except
The fans. The fans were the real freak show.  You'd have thought with the cost of tickets, the riffraff would have been kept to a minimum. First of all, there weren't very many people dressed in purple. Hello, people, you are going to see Prince! I mean people wear purple to see the Vikings, don't they?
There were lots of over the knee leather boots, fishnets tights, and a very unfortunate fishnet tights without a skirt. I was sooo glad she wasn't in the row in front of us.
Prince himself wore fuzzy Uggs with heels, probably unfortunate for anyone other than Prince. He was despite a moderate back up band, essentially a one man show.
Except:

Sheila E (of "Glamorous Life", also written by Prince) stole the show. Well as much as anyone could steal a show from Prince.

I want to be Sheila E. when I grow up. She's 53 and amazing. Like Don Henley, she sings and plays drums. She's got a ton of energy. She's gorgeous. She's Nichole Ritchie's aunt, and was involved with Prince while he was engaged to Wendy's sister. Ok, I'll skip that part of being Sheila E.

Currently

I have this fantasy that I'm going to wake up at 5:30 every morning, hop in the shower, blow out my hair, wear a cute outfit and make up, make breakfast, like eggs and hash browns with toast, check my emails, chat with Hubs, hand him lunch with a peck on the cheek, then awaken Papoose and enjoy my homemade latte while she gets ready. After we review her day, we get to school, just a couple of minutes early, chat on the playground, and then the bell rings.
I can dream, can't I?
Reality:
Hit snooze for the third time before blearily realizing Must Get Up NOW.
Convince Papoose to get up after Mommy in shower. Harangue from shower re: brushing teeth, hair, getting dressed, along with What's the time? We better scoot, scoot, GetGoing!
In between toweling off, finishing Papoose's hair, top button, etc, lotion up, get dressed- leggings again. Remember lip gloss if good day.
Exhort Papoose re: shoes, breakfast, lunch, snack.
Maybe eat oatmeal standing.
Wonder if shadowy memory of Hubs from AM was real v. Dream. Decide maybe dream as no coffee in pot.
Scoot Papoose into car, zoom down hill to school, cursing at red light under breath.
Run-walk Papoose into line during AM greeting. Haven't missed Pledge, so sigh with relief.
Go to Starbucks for latte, extra shot.
Vow to get to bed earlier.
Dream about ideal AM, again.

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