Those Days...

Ever have one of those days

Where you oughta

Just get up and go bout your routine?

Today was no different--

Except I decided to

The usual Tuesday needed some spice::

I went back to bed!

Change in

Routine:

Does do a body good!

Indeed.

Just Cause

I had this song in my head.
Back in the day had it on vinyl.
So after this long day, fried and not really feeling another paper
Due on Saturday, I wanted KikiDee to tell me one more time....
I've Got The Music in Me..never frightened or worried.....

Talk Tuesday

As I chatted with co-worker. SJ, who forever reminds me she's from KEEN-ya and says I need to learn more about my ancestry--and she's right, of course--I'm envious because English is SJ's third language, out of fourth--I digress--the point of this story, is I tease SJ how she throws intimidating looks--well, her eyes got big and goes, "HA! You've been intimidating people at the work place since you BORN! I told her that just wasn't so--heck, I didn't have a job when I was born.... :) Oh, and SJ wants to braid my hair. She wonders how I don't really like braids so much, especially that when she grew up in Kenya, she and her friends weren't allowed to braid or relax their hair. So when they got old enough, they lavished doing things to hair and that includes a love for braids. A love I don't share. SJ has actually shown me African braid styles...but me...intimidating...? HA!

Then in Wal-mart, in the pet section--of course, a young man seemed confused as he looked over the cat food. So what do I do? I strike up a chat--and for about 15 minutes, I educated him about cats and better food--no ground corn in the 1st three ingredients, litter, getting his two 7 month old Maine Coons spay and he was quite the alert student. The chorus of "Thank You's" was great. It was nice to chat about something I know.

And I heart cats, but you already knew that!

Oh, and I started my second college online class today. Oh my. This instructor is really into papers. And yes, I love to write--and I think I'm pretty good at writing..well, as long as it's fiction. I love a good challenge. I just wish a melt in your mouth Morris Chesnutt or cuddly Tom Hanks was my prize.

Stay tuned.

Total Tuesday

Need some coffee. Early in the morning as I write this. In fact, I'm headed out the door to work. Cats are fed. Stuff in the dryer. Oatmeal ready--with it's fresh strawberries sliced in--and I'm off to work.

Joy. I'm blessed to have a job. However....

Anyway, it's the Results Show for Dancing With the Stars tonight. I'll predict now. Melissa and unfortunately, Michael Irvin. I still say his pro-dancer didn't tap into him from the start--was the downfall. I don't care for Mya--yet Melissa and Michael.

And I have a stat counter on my blog. I love seeing where everyone comes from--repeat visitors and new visitors--just get a kick out of what technology brings on home. It's also amazing to me, I can tell someone who was once a grand part of my life seems to peak at my blog just about everyday. The stat counter tells me the location of the system looking at my blog. It's funny--they're no longer in your life physically, yet they remain interested in your life.

Amazing.

I'm off to work. Oatmeal and coffee await.

I await for the Results tonight....

Post Script:

Michael Irvin lives to dance another day! In the Bottom Two, yet wins the dance off!! Next week another double elimination--however, until then I'm gonna enjoy this win for Michael!!

Mike Tyson

For about 5 minutes, in the late 1980's, I found Mike Tyson attractive. Around the time Mike married actress Robin Givens. I watched their TV interview, like alot of folks.

Deep down I thought Robin was nuts to marry Mike Tyson. Yet, I figured Robin witnessed something in Mike I had not. Some gentle-man potential that passed me on by. Well, shortly there after their marriage ended amid other things such a accusations of violence. Mike's downward spiral sped up. Rapes. Prison. Money squandering. Ear bite. More so a joke on late night TV, than the King of the Ring Mike Tyson once commanded.

Like alot of folks, I just shook my head. Didn't feel so sorry for him. Mike's upbringing was rough. I know that. Yet when he was adult enough to be responsible for his decisions. Bad ones were made. Mike Tyson' had to deal with the consequences. I wasn't really sure Mike took responsibility for his actions. Yep, didn't feel sorry for him at all.

I'd not seen so much of Mike Tyson in recent times. Not until yesterday. More so now than the twenty years ago since Robin Givens. I learned Mike Tyson was a father of four.

And not until tonight, did I learn Mike Tyson's four year old daughter died from a tragic accident in her home. Strangled herself with a cord from exercise equipment. Exodus Tyson was taken off life support earlier this day.

With all the pain and humiliation endured throughout his life, this pain Mike Tyson endures now will be like no other.

In Exodus Tyson's world her daddy was the all the king she ever wanted.

Like alot of folks, my deepest sympathy for the loss to Mike Tyson and family.

Psalms 121

To Drift

Magnificent Dallas! Sun, just a bit of breeze, yet not too hot, not to cool. This is when I love Dallas. And love it more since the afternoon is not spent at work. Took a half day of vacation. Just so nice.

I like being home during the day--OK--who doesn't? Yet, I recall through my recuperation from open-heart surgery, I dreamt of a job at home. One that would sustain me and what feels like the neighborhood of cats who live with me (they still need get a job!). I liked the feel of doing what I needed to get done. The cluttered comfort of my own home. I called the shots. That feeling was in 2006.

Still strong on this day in 2009.

As I drove home from work to get changed, chow some lunch and get on with the rest of the day, a 70's classic song burst forth from the radio. Got me to smile. Got me to nod to the beat. Got me to dream about the things that are still possible.

Got me to want to cue up Dobie Gray. See, he's gonna tell us to free our soul, get lost in some rock n' roll and Drift Away.

Listen.

The Sun Ain't Up

.....at 6AM in Dallas. I've been up for 45 minutes. Is anybody else? I just realized my street doesn't have lamps curbside. WOW. World looks different in the early morning---- dark-----. Nonetheless, I'm up because I have a doctor's appointment about 20 miles from here. I could change it to where I live now, however my Heart Doctor is housed there, and I like her. So just as long as I don't have to go there every day--I'm cool. Wow...it is SO dark. Maybe just cloudy?

OK--I need to get the gettin', as my dad would say. I tell you what, I'm exhausted. Not the best sleep--yet I'm blessed with another day.

After work today, another chum, Lamb, are going to play r-ball. It won't be like playing with Movie Man. Oh gosh now. Lamb and I do play, but it's also time to get caught up on our girl chat time....! It'll be a good work out though. Will help me sleep tonight.

Need to get this Tuesday party started!