Storms and Rainbows

I'm having a really difficult day working in a Day Job that makes me feel creatively underutilized, unappreciated, and trapped. This morning on my way up the stairwell to deliver a pile of error entries to an upstairs department a coworker from yet another department stops me. 

She compliments my Facebook posts and tells me, "I live for your posts. Along with my dogs they are the highlight of my day. I live for them. You have a real talent with words and writing that needs to be cultivated."

Wow, y'all! She made me tear up. I could wallow in self-pity, anger, hopelessness, and disappointment by telling you all the crap I'm trudging through, just like everyone else. But, look at that, God showed me a rainbow during the storm. 

Thank you, Coworker. I needed that more than you know. 

Easy Girls

In preparation for my day date with The Silver Fox this afternoon I got up early this morning to color my hair. I don't need her telling me my edges are sparkly. 

I bought this box of hair color that was supposed to color my hair fire engine red.

Instead, it turned my hair black with a red overcast. 

We get in the car and she says, "You know I don't like your hair so dark. It's black. When I was young it was the easy girls that wore their hair so dark. It reminds me of the easy girls."

Thanks Mom. 

Dinner Plus

Today is a day that will live in infamy!! 

Maverick and Phaedra collaborated on planning and making supper without any help from me. The Dinner Calendar only had her name on it and a blank where the dinner plans go. 

It's a miracle! A God-damned miracle!!! 

What did we eat? Cheesy Tuna Mac with a side item or as I like to refer to it, desert. For my dining pleasure, if you so please, everyone is allotted one Reece's Peanut Butter Egg. 

I know what you're thinking, "but Averill, you're over 30. If you eat chocolate this late you'll never get a restful night's sleep."

Shut up and keep your comments to yourself!! Don't bring us down. The Little Rottens were beaming with absolute pride over their meal planning. I am too! 

It's dinner and dessert! 

To think I thought this day would never come! 

Titles, Actors, and IMDB

I walked in the door from Radio-Memphis to find J2 watching a Western. 

Now, I am notoriously bad at remembering movie titles, actors names, tv shows, and song titles; I get them all mixed up. It's ridiculously embarrassing. I like to think I make it up by having memorized the heck out of story lines and plots. But that's just to make myself feel better. 

Not paying attention, I simply glance at the tv screen before turning away, but I hear their voices and say, "Ohh! Oh! Oh! That's Waterworld and A Fish Called Wanda." 

For some reason this beautifully minded man gets me. He responds, "Yes, and that's Hunt For Red October and Lethal Weapon."

Without IMDB can you guess the movie?

Vintage, Pink, & Phallic

Yesterday was a spectacular mail day! They are completely inappropriate and that's why I LOVE them! Soon we'll have little, vintage, pink, phallic salt & pepper shakers on the dinner table. 

I promise, I'll try to keep a straight face while they are being used. 

MLK Day 2015

 

I took  advantage of a still moment on Friday night at the National Civil Rights Museum (@ncrmuseum) reflecting upon the good done by a man with a belief, a voice, and a perseverance for Civil Rights. #KingDay2015 #MLKDay #MemphisTN #CivilRights #NationalCivilRightsMuseum #MartinLutherKingJr

Great White Help

He never gets acne. However, this afternoon when arriving home from a two night Boy Scouts camping trip his face has broken out. 

Phaedra goes into the bathroom comes back and confronts him, "Here Mav. Take this. You need it."

"Uhhhhh....Really? What is it?"

The jar is in her left hand and a small, damp, white, quilted, cotton buffer clamped in between her index finger and thumb, "It's a Stridex acne pad. It'll help you. Wipe it across your acne covered face. It looks like you have herpes on your mouth. It'll clear it up quickly."

"No! That's the rudest thing you've ever said to me!"

"No it's not. I've been much meaner."

He walks away from her. 

She follows closely behind to corner him in his bedroom, "Seriously. It looks like you've been making out with a hooker. Are you sure that's not mouth herpes? You need this acne pad!"

He slams the door in her face while I am hysterically cackling at this interchange.

I'm no help.