I had no idea that people have been talking behind my back about my problem.
You know the one: my penchant for ordering all that cheap useless stuff that is advertised on late night television.
I even know my credit card number by heart. You can probably count on one hand the number of people who can say that.
Several years ago I clipped a photo of the beautiful actress, Raquel Welch. She was looking very fetching in a short hair do.
I immediately took it to my hairdresser and demanded that she make me look just like the picture – well, not my face of course (I’m not THAT deluded), but I wanted the “do.”
Bless her heart she tried, but my frontal lobe cowlick just wouldn’t allow the bangs to hang in that windblown casual
My friend, Margaret Ann Wood, (with whom I’m collaborating on a book deal — or was, I’m not so sure any more) just returned from Belize where she did unspeakable things like chowing down on termites. (Belize is one place I’m scratching off my bucket list.)
I was all prepared to blog on Super Bulldawg Weekend and the Cotton District Arts Festival which wrapped up yesterday. Both were perfect and we got to tour the new Mississippi State athletic complex which includes a weight room par excellence. It’s got to be the finest facility of its type in the country, and I don’t know how any recruit could resist gobbling up a scholarship to play with the Dawgs.
At times I drive myself nuts obsessing over the past and why I did this or didn’t do that. I can work myself into a deep depression mulling over perceived failures which in actuality were valuable learning experiences sent as gifts from God Himself.
Today I received a message on a website to which I subscribe titled “Seven Sentences for Creative People.” Here’s today’s message and I thought it was quite poetic, worthy of copying and framing which I plan to do.