Want List

I want a bunch of peaches so I can make a bunch of pies and sell em.

Then I want my own treadmill so I can walk off all the peach pie I'd have to sample. I do like going to the Golden Oldie Rec Center--yet the TV is forever on Fox News.

Yes, everyone has a right to their opinions and I respect that. Although, Fox News... I've tried to change the station--especially when I'm alone. When someone comes in to the work out room, it's "Can I change this?" What is my usual choice of TV fare? Either HGTV or "Wheel of Fortune"--who doesn't like "Wheel of Fortune"? And it's too hot outside for me to walk--and I need more exercise. In two weeks, I'm going to try a Zumba class--stay tuned for THAT.

In the meantime, I'm back to my want of a bunch of peaches to make a bunch of pies. One of my classmates said if I'd SOLD some pies prior to Iowa trip--the trip woulda been PAID for. Hmm. Well, I do have PayPal.

Want a Good man in my life. One I won't scare off and is OK cleaning the cats' poo potty box?

Want less hips. I like my hips. Just want a little less of em.

Lastly, I want cats to have a desire to get a job....

Yea, like that's really gonna happen...

Saturday Smiles

You should be washing dishes. Mop the floor. Doing laundry. Instead you pet just about every cat in the neighborhood---oh wait, they ALL live with you. Pop your daily meds. Take a shower. Notice the man who once again said he'd call so you two could do coffee hasn't and probably true to form: won't. Which is too bad, because you hoped he'd changed---finally.

Nonetheless, you feel a giddy. January 20, 2009, Inauguration Day inches closer. You bask how more History is being made.

You also realize there's movies to see, paint to buy, dreams for another house, food for all the neighborhood cats that seem to live with you. And then there's the pipin' hot coffee with the scrumptious piece of pie at Celebrity Bakery that screams your name.

Yea, all that other stuff can wait. You got things to do. To make you smile, you post some videos from a time before you had to be responsible for the dishes, the floor, the laundry and now that pesky mortgage because you crave a roof over your head and all the neighborhood cats. A little David Cassidy and the Partridge Family, then Osmond Brothers when it was still all five of them, and then a little rock n roll because you did always like a little Kiss.

The Osmond Brothers

...and now a little Kiss

Microtia Musings

The whole not being able to hear everything on my left side thing. As my Sunday winds down, I thought about an episode, from earlier this week, with one of my bosses. She stood between a co-worker and myself, to my left, to give us instructions. I thought her instructions were finished, so I went back to reading my PC screen. I just happened to turn my head, and saw her still there.

She asked, “Are you all right?”

Huh?

“You just stared at the screen. Like you were in a trance.”

Yea, in a trance on how to improve my professional situation...I digress.. That’s another post… :)

“No trance. If you’re on my left, it’s hard to hear. Especially with all the noise. ” I explained how I thought she was done talking and had stepped away, hence I went back to screen. No trance here.

With this newest job, I realize I’ve explained more about not being to hear everything. So much noise in this department, I block it all out—microtia or not-and just do my work. Other co-workers, have two ears, and admit they can’t hear everything either. They’re glad I said something, because they were scared too.

Hey, my deal is, if you’re saying important, something I SHOULD hear, I want to be sure I get all of it. I’ll ask for it be repeated. No harm. No foul.

Folks ask if I hate having just one ear. Maybe so when I was a kid. I stuck out enough as it was then; usually the only Black kid in my class (in fact there were only two Black students in my entire high school when I graduated), my real first name is actually two names-with a hyphen separating them, and then the one ear? Nope, I wasn’t feeling all that self confident I was unique stuff back in those days….

Time changes everything.

I may not be considered ‘normal’ by some. That’s an issue they need to come to grips with. Being I have one ear doesn’t mean my IQ is lower. Doesn’t mean I missed out of something. To have one ear, doesn’t limit my doing ‘normal’ things Nifty at Fifty (and all) folks do: take belly dancing lessons, write the next great American book/play, tickle the ivories on my piano, clip coupons, bake a mean peach with crumble topping, and listen to a cat’s purr keep time with the tick of my mechanical mitral valve.

I am one of God’s creatures. I am unique.

Being Nifty at Fifty...

The cover of current JET Magazine announced Prince is 50. Same age as me. Imagine to sit and chat with him at Starbucks. If the crowd was too much, there’s my kitchen to munch on my scrumptious peach pie with crumble topping. Has Prince joined AARP yet? I haven’t. When Prince sang ‘1999’ in 1983, did he think 1999 forever away? I did. Now 1999 is almost 10 years ago and that song still sounds good 25 year later. I’d let him know, Little Red Corvette was my favorite song. Not so much the whole “When Doves Cry”, even tho he sizzled as he rose from the tub in the video—even with the not as beefed up bod as I prefer. I’d inform the Artist Formerly Known as Prince who is Prince again, the first time I saw him was on The Midnight Special singing, “I Want To Be Your Lover.” Dressed in black and big hair, I wasn’t that sure if Prince was a boy or a girl. Song kicked tho. I’d ask Prince if he still thinks he’s in his 20’s or 30’s, even when his body reminds him otherwise. Does he wear reading glasses? I do. So does Donny Osmond. Oh, and I’d tell Prince how much I loved the instrumental of “Diamonds and Pearls.” Yep, Prince is 50. Madonna and Michael Jackson will join our ranks in August. Hey, come on over—there’s enough pie and questions for everybody.