Oh my! what a shame.

But they did clap....lol
Okay, picture this: I am in my truck, on the way home and sitting at a red light.
The song on the radio is Guns N' Roses, November Rain. Which by the way, is on my Top 10 list of all time FAVS!
On to the clapping. I was singing loud and clear while doing my best air guitar...lol. Yes, I have no shame and will sing no matter who is around. The people in the car next to me began clapping and whistling.
The light turns green and we go. At the next light, we meet up again. It seems they too found the song on the station and were singing for all the world to hear. I honked my horn and clapped.
Music is contagious! Sing it! Don't be shy. It may get you some looks but it can also make others feel happy. And happiness is also contagious. I used to sing in a choir and go caroling at Christmas time. I guess it has never left me.
I got the music in me...lol

Like Karen Carpenter wrote in one of her songs:
Don't worry that it's not good enough for anyone else to hear, just sing, sing a song.



Admit it, you sang a song today.

For the Men of NN: You keep the ladies feeling warm inside and we appreciate that.


For the Ladies of NN: I give all of you hugs and kisses.


And one because I always feel sexy with myself.

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I am drained and not the good kind of drained.
That is all.

**While shopping, why do some people wait until after the clerk has totaled their bill, then and only then did they start looking for a credit card or getting out a check book? Is it a shock to them that they have to pay?

**Why do some people, when they get a group text, hit 'reply all'?
{why do I need to receive 14 more texts from people -NOT on my phone list- with the response "awwee so cute"}

**While in the grocery store, why do some people feel the need to take up an entire aisle and catch up with family or friends? It isn't the Zombie Apocalypse and they are not the only ones in the store.

**In a large group, why does one person just STOP in their tracks and make the others behind them bump into one another? It's not like everyone around them has suddenly disappeared.

**When standing in line (no matter which line) why do total strangers feel the need to ride your ass and not give you any room to breathe? Have they not heard of personal space? do they have separation issues?

**At a stop sign, you wave someone through and you keep waving them through, yet they sit there and look at you as if you are going to ram them as soon as they get into the intersection?

**A person walking their dog is coming towards you. Why do they let the dogs cross over and extend the leash in front of you and blocks you from walking? Am I expected to get off the sidewalk for a dog?

**Why do women with (obviously) filthy hair try on hats at the department store?

**Why do men scratch their balls in public? (tee hee)

I took the day off for a docs appointment and this is what I observed all day long. I am home safe and sound. There aren't anymore questions to ask. Carry on!

But when it comes to art......well.......that is where I am a bit hard on myself.
Many years ago, when my oldest son was 8 years old, he was painting an ocean scene for an art contest. Well, to make a long story short, he had just about finished the painting and then made a mistake. He started stomping his feet, threw his brushes across the room and broke the canvas. Okay, let's call it what it was...a tantrum...lol

I told him that the painting was beautiful and then consoled his lil heart. Both of my sons are hard on their talents when it comes to what they create. The slightest mistake (that no one else would see) or even just the thought that an artist cannot display properly what they envision, will irritate the hell out of them.

I am not innocent in this. My disappointment runs deep when I make a mistake. Even if it's a small movement that I cannot complete with my brush, a pen or pencil, it will put me one hell of a mood. I can turn into a temperamental little kid and will break my canvas in two or rip up the paper. That temperamental attitude happened earlier. I made one mistake on the painting I began (see the start of that painting below) then tossed a wee bit of a fit and now it is bent and in the trash downstairs. lol.....*giggling* and thinking of my sons right now.

No, I didn't throw myself on the floor kicking my feet. But I did flip it the bird before I said goodbye to it...lol

Beer!! Yes, you read that right. The Jelly Belly makers have announced the creation of the 'Draft, Beer Flavor Jelly Bean'
If you ask me, they should have just named it Beer Belly...lol

I am not going to try it because I have never liked the taste of beer. I do not doubt that it will taste like beer because the Jelly Belly makers are amazing at duplicating the taste of anything. Anyone who has eaten the jelly beans know this to be true.
When I read the article, I didn't wonder about the taste or how cool the thought was. What did cross my mind was how is this going to fly with parents and when can we expect the protests from the groups who fight to keep minors away from any alcohol related items?

Question: How is this candy any different from the candy cigarettes some states have banned because the law makers say it teaches kids that smoking is okay? Can we not argue that beer flavoured jelly beans send the same message about drinking alcohol?

And tell me this, If you eat the Jelly Beer Belly Beans, does this mean you have to have pretzels with them?

Once I walked through the door and into my quiet apartment, it was time to relax. I gathered my thoughts, took a deep breath and began to forget about the numerous phone calls at work about sadness. "Take 20 minutes to vent about your day and then leave it behind you" That is what my Dad always told me. So I did and then I was comfortable. The trials and tribulations of our everyday lives, be they at work or in our personal lives, test us. When I get a bad grade on a test, I do my homework so I can pass the next test. As we age, we think that school is over, but it isn't. For now, school is out and I am ready for bed. What will I learn tomorrow? Hell if I know, but I am ready. Come on life...give it your best shot!

I don't normally do this, but I have decided to share the beginning of my next art project. I usually show the aftermath of my creations but decided to share this time. I relaxed by starting an acrylic painting. Once I had the paintbrush in my hand....the numerous sad phone calls were just a memory.



If you look to the left, you can see a straight line. That is where I left off. I wonder what it could be?

God says so.



Men, did you think of statistics or boobs?...lol



You can't fight the facts...tee hee.

The Walking Dead is on tonight!