Go ahead, dream big!

dream bigger

So here I sit at this horribly advanced age (where I’ve been for 26 days) wondering where all the time went.  And why, for Pete’s sake, haven’t accomplished all the things I planned for myself.

Now that I’m practically grown up I am shocked and dismayed that I have only vague ideas of what it is I want. Then it came to be like a bolt out of the dark.  I’ve been working this thing from the outside in, instead of inside out.  I have been doing the external things like picking out new wall paint and eye make-up when I should have been addressing the hole in my soul.. Continue reading

Sunday musings – “Break Out of the Box” Day

out of box

Sunday morning is coming down in glorious technicolor and here I sit in my ugly brown box like a truant confined for bad behavior.  I’m waiting for someone to rescue me but there’s not a soul in sight.  I’d better figure out how to escape before it’s too late.  I’m declaring this “Think outside the box day.” Continue reading

Funning for a good cause

corks

Perhaps the “funnest” (sorry Miss Elizabeth) time this year was today in Mississippi when a bunch of women got together for a painting party to benefit the Kitty Bryan Dill Cancer Endowment Center.  We painted some pottery, a few canvases, our clothes and at least one of us came home with paint on her face.

From left see artists Mary Jo Hill, Norma Atkins, Marie Portera, that Jones girl, Judy Staggers and Stacy Weems. Continue reading

How not to travel ‘old’

BRAKING

Let me make one thing perfectly clear.  I am NOT old despite the number of years I’ve managed to survive.  It’s so unfair that people judge us by the age we’ve been assigned especially when certain mystifying behaviors begin creeping in.

For example. It has come to my attention that I might have begun driving like an old person.  Admittedly I have developed an aversion to interstates. There was a time I used to race across the Mississippi coast on I-10 like a mad woman.  Fear was not in my vocabulary.

Now I try to find two-lane dirt roads for my travels.  There’s never any traffic and I like to shoot photos of old barns which are being reduced in numbers faster than my brain cells.

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Normal is just a setting on your dryer

bad girls

My friends don’t go crazy, we go normal from time to time,  but today was not one of those days.

Not since I was five have I had a more memorable birthday celebration than the wingding Marie Portera threw today for Judy Murphy Staggers and me upon our 60 something birthdays. Most of us are about to run out of years in this decade and the biggy is next year so we’re going to kick up our heels as long as we breathe. Continue reading