MISSED CONNECTION MONDAY – Alone again naturally…

“Missed Connection Monday” is brought to you by your local Craigslist. These are real “love notes” that strangers leave for other strangers in the ‘Personals’ section of Craigslist. Or as I like to call it –
‘Your local serial killer hunting ground.ASIAN MARKET
I saw you at the new Asian Market. We made eye-contact several times, I thought you were really cute and attractive. I wanted to come talk to you, but you were with someone. You had long black hair, petite, and kept smiling at me. I was the tallish white guy looking at the soba noodles. If you see this please hit me up I would love to get together sometime
***Pssst. She’s Asian. All white guys are tall to her. Enjoy those soba noodles.
Alone.

WEARING PIJAMAS AT MAVERICK
You wearing pijamaa around lunch time. You were buying some six pack. Looked like had a long day. If you reading this, and want to grab coffee after work.
Let me know.
***Okay. Lemme’ get this straight. She’s out in public in her pijamamas as opposed to her cakejamas, buying some six-packs and she looks like she’s had a long day…
AT LUNCHTIME??? The day hasn’t even begun!

She must belong to that Less family and I’m guessing her name is Job Less.
Not to be confused with her brothers,
Home Less and Tooth Less.

Looks like you’ll be drinking that nasty ass gas station coffee…
Alone.
Cheers!

BOUGHT MY BREAKFAST AT MCDONALDS
Chevron McDonald’s drive thru, Sunday morning the 15th, across the street from the hospital on eagle. To the beautiful woman who bought my breakfast, wow that is the single most outgoing thing a girl has ever done for me. That didn’t make my day or week or month or year, that made my life, you have no idea. I would love to get to know a person like you. I’m 100% single if you see this and want to connect.
***To the beautiful woman, you may want to go have coffee with this guy, in the daylight with friends nearby but don’t let him see your vehicle or tell him where you work or what side of town you’re from and don’t mention your friend’s names either because he can look those up and make connections back to you and if he’s a nutjob you definitely don’t want that.
Honestly, tho, if you buying him breakfast made his life this seems like a low key, easy to please guy to me. If you’re single. It’s worth a shot.

I know, I know. I didn’t give my standard “run” advice to the “beautiful woman” but sometimes ya’ gotta’ give a guy a chance. They’re not all serial killers…
Yeah… I can’t believe I wrote that either. Seriously. Anybody else feel like that weekend just flew by???

I had plans for sewing but my son texted me and asked if I would make some hats for his friend that was diagnosed with lymphoma and is starting chemo.
Absolutely! I’d be honored. Comfy, warm chemo hats trump Halloween sewing hands down without question!

I text my son back and ask what her favorite colors are and how old she is.
“Oh, thanks, mom. Purple and blue are her favorite colors and she’s 21.”
TWENTY-ONE!

Just in case I haven’t said it enough in my life and on this blog let me say it again.
CANCER FUCKING SUCKS!
Not to be “Debbie Downer…”
How was your weekend???
Have any of you started checking off your fall bucket lists?
I’ve been enjoying spending time outside in the fall weather so that’s one thing on my list. I’ve still got a whole list to go tho!

What’s your favorite fall thing to do?
I like the corn mazes or I like to bitch about going thru them I don’t remember “witch.” – See what I did there?
I wrote about going thru the corn maze once before. If you missed it you can read about it here. Apparently, no child left behind doesn’t apply to moms in corn mazes…

Here’s to the new week ahead! May it be filled with nothing but sunny days, blue skies and warm fuzzies all around!
MIMI’S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY –
Be well.
MiMi

MISSED CONNECTION MONDAY ON TUESDAY – Because I can…

“Missed Connection Monday” is brought to you by your local Craigslist. These are real “love notes” that strangers leave for other strangers in the ‘Personals’ section of Craigslist. Or as I like to call it – ‘Your local serial killer hunting ground.
LOOKING TO HAVE SOME FUN WITH A MECHANIC
Hey. I wanna be with a mechanic. I think it’s super hot. Please send a photo of yourself and I will return the favor. Let’s talk.
Any sort of man in uniform works. Not just a mechanic.
***Hhhhmmm.
Here’s a few guys in uniforms…
I WAS YOUR UBER DRIVER
Your a female passenger and I’m a male driver who gave you a ride the other night not sure if you where hitting on me or not. If you where sorry I missed the signs tell me the color of my car so I know it’s you.
***Okay. FYI, nobody is hitting on an Uber driver. Also.
NOBODY is hitting on an Uber driver.
Here’s your “sign…”
LADY RUNNER
You, 40ish runner who runs near (…) HS: Every time I see you out running, I feel like I should stop you and talk, but as a runner myself, I know you wouldn’t appreciate that. I hope you see this and respond, Maybe we can go on a few runs together. I also like to bike…maybe you do too.
***Dear Lady Runner, KEEP RUNNING!
Hi everybody! As you can see I started this post on Monday and for whatever reason – life – I didn’t finish but here I am today with a blended Monday and Tuesday post.
I hope everyone is doing well.

I recently learned – again –
(sounds like your post Redneck Latte Ravings about history repeating itself…)

Back on point… I recently learned again that my dog cannot have people food.
Not anymore. Not at her age.
The same could be said of me.
I’m bummed. She’s bummed and I’ve got bedding in the wash. Ugh.

Thankfully it’s not a big mess. It was tummy not tail and she is currently sleeping on clean, comfy bedding and I am waiting for the other shoe to drop with possibly more bedding to wash…

So. This will basically be my day today, all eyes on my pup because I’m a nervous Nell when anything isn’t right in her world. I’ll get some crafting in I’m sure. It’s a lovely rainy day and there is always something to be done indoors.
Fall has arrived and I am loving it.
How has your week started out? What about your weekend?
Anything exciting to report? 🙂

On a side note. So sorry to read about Cokie Roberts dying. I really enjoyed watching her on the news.
Also. Cancer sucks.
Cokie Roberts and Eddie Money both gone because of it and now Alex Trebek’s is back.
I’m not sure what the people are doing that are supposed to be working on a cure but they need to hurry their asses up. Forget about making money and think about saving lives.
MIMI’S THOUGHT FOR THE DAY –
Be well.
MiMi

SWEET SEPTEMBER, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU

Not enough hours in the day to answer that one.
Let me just file the entire month of August in the MIA file of life.
I’ll explain in bits n’ pieces but not today.
Today is September and it’s a pretty special month for me.
My Virgo baby boy turns 25 on the 13th.
What the heck?? He’s half of 50!
Time just needs to slow it’s ass down!
It’s not a race. It’s life and I prefer it in slow mo!
Just a few things about Virgos.
This one suits my boy to a T.
In Chinese astrology, my boy is a rooster.
I’m a rabbit and we get along just fine.
I think the Chinese need to stick to egg rolls.
And in the Celtic zodiac, you get a birthday tree and an animal.
AND… Here are the birthstone and the birth flower.
So many birthday signs!
All of these wonderful traits are my boy and if there’s anything not so wonderful about him I surely do not know.
September is also Lymphoma awareness month.
Found at stage 4, I beat it at stage 4.
Miracles happen or curses depending on who you ask about me.
September is also International Sewing Month.
My first project of September? Kiddie bowl cozies for a lit’l guy back in Michigan.
I hope he likes them.
I probably shouldn’t have used an orange bowl with these.
This pic is a little blinding.
I hope you’re all enjoying this long Labor Day weekend and if you are working it, thank you.
It’s been a little hectic around here so I’m going to head out to a bbq, relax, catch up with some old friends who just moved into their new home and enjoy a few cocktails.

I’m going to try and schedule these posts and see how that works out. I think I can get them to post on all of my social networks from HootSuite. We’ll see.

Okay. I’m out. Enjoy the day and I’ll visit when I get back.
MIMI’S QUOTE FOR THE DAY-

LIFE HAPPENS

This wretched disease has touched our lives again. Not me. A close family member. Prayers, good vibes, anything and everything positive are welcome and I thank you in advance.
I’m just going to keep busy. Maybe I’ll post maybe I won’t. I’ll try to but I won’t put the focus on the negativity that has entered our lives. I refuse to give “it” any more power than it already has.
I will swing by and read your posts.
I’ll sew, I’ll crochet, I’ll craft to stay busy and I’ll hit the trails and the scriptures to find peace and I will, most certainly, pray without ceasing.
It’s Thursday and it may very well become a “Thirsty Thursday for me.”
Be well, my friends… And please. If you’re feeling that something just “isn’t quite right” go to the dr. sooner than later..
Your body will speak to you. All you have to do is listen.
MIMI’S QUOTE FOR THE DAY –

PIECES OF ME

I feel like I should be a magician on my blog.
Now you see me. Now you don’t.
I’ve delayed posting because I may be traveling soon and my travels won’t allow for regular blogging so I was going to wait until I got back. As of this post, it’s still up in the air, so here I am back at it in the off chance that my travel plans fall through. I suppose I could write some drivel and schedule posts for when/if I’m gone but pre-scheduled posting doesn’t work for me.
In the words of Julia Roberts in ‘Pretty Woman,’ “I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kinda’ girl.”
My friend “Frannie” said that I should write more of the real life shit that actually happens and not the fluff that I have been writing. So, ready or not, here are a few real life shit “pieces of me.”
My life as of late. Nothing earth-shattering. I do what I do.
Sewing, reading, writing, church on Sundays, meeting up with friends when all of our planets align, and lately, going to a never ending stream of doctor appointments.According to my oncologist, I am cancer free and should be for the rest of my life. – Go me! –
On the flip side of that coin is the thought, yeah well, 3 months before I was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer my primary doc gave me a clean bill of health but told me to quit smoking and lose some weight. So my current oncologist telling me that I should be cancer free for the rest of my life, meh, maybe, maybe not but definitely words of hope to hang onto. The reality is though, once you have cancer, every cough, every itch, every nap will unconsciously send your thoughts and heart racing back to, “what if it’s the cancer again?” It’s the nature of the beast.
Cancer will always be a part of me.
It will always be the boogie man hiding under the bed.
Other real life shit. Altho my oncologist says I’m cancer free I am not free of the side effects of my cancer treatment.I have chronic neuropathy in my feet which will keep me on the disability list for the rest of my life. It will never get better, only worse, which is somewhat frightening because at this moment I’d like to take a chainsaw and cut my feet off. Not even kidding. The pain is excruciating.
Tonight my feet are blocks of ice and numb until I stub my toe or bump a table leg, then it’s like you’re outside in the freezing cold, no gloves, your fingers are so cold they hurt and then you bump one? That pain? TIMES A MILLION. Throughout the day it feels like my feet are on fire and I’m walking on shards of glass and hot coals. There is no in between, it is always, forever will be, one or the other.

Neuropathy is the gift that keeps on giving and comes with side effects of it’s very own. Not only are my feet fucked up but also my back because with neuropathy you walk so cautiously favoring one foot over the other, or both, it throws everything off and your back does a lit’l twist n’ shout all it’s own. Back surgery is definitely in my future but not my immediate future.

I have an appointment with a pain specialist next month so we’ll see what he can do. None of the neuropathy medications on the market work for me and I don’t do pain meds because they have zero effect on me. Vicodin speeds me up and the rest are like taking Ibuprofen so I take Ibuprofen.
More real life shit? I’ve been diagnosed with adult ADHD. Shocking. I know. I also started therapy.
Apparently I have issues. Who doesn’t?
This is what therapy looks like most days.
Seriously. I got these on my first session and I use them a lot. In therapy, we chat and I color. At home, I color 20 minutes before bed. Supposed to clear the mind. It works.

We talk a lot about to toxic people and situations and the importance of eliminating both from my life. Fortunately, as I was weaning myself off a few they hurried things along by being assholes and eliminated themselves so yay, less work for me to do.
Whew. I think that’s enough real life shit for the moment. There’s other real life shit going on but it’s the same for everybody.
Politics, shooting, more politics, more shootings. I give up on all of it. It makes no sense.
Happy Monday folks. Here’s to making it through the day without shooting someone over their politics, their religion, who they love, where they live or how much or how little money they make.
When we were kids we all walked to school together. We sat and learned together, and at the end of the day we walked each other home and chatted along the way.
What happened to us?
Mimi’s quote for the day –