Good morning to you from me and my green smoothie. It’s pineapple, cantaloupe, banana, spinach, kale, and water, baby. I feel like I just drank the green stripe in a rainbow.
RAWR!
Sexy Sex Thursday ~ Bevvie Edition
Put 6 ice cubes into the shaker. Add 2 oz good vodka, 2 oz cranberry juice, a hearty splash of your friend Cheril’s homemade Limoncello, fresh from the freezer. Shake for a good minute while you think about how funny it is that you told Cheril you wanted to make Limoncello, and then you never got together to do it, but now she’s known about town as the Limoncello lady even though she’d never even heard of it before you told her about it, and how you know you’re growing up because you’re not bitter, you’re just happy someone in the community is making it and sharing the wealth. Pour it off into the martini glass you were using for the straight cosmo you had earlier in the evening, right after you had that fight with your husband — the first real fight you’ve had in so long you can’t even remember. Don’t bother rinsing off the Burt’s Bees lip balm smudges around the rim. Nobody’s watching. Sit down to write a few damn words on that novel, already. Before the SST kicks in.
Night Dive
Thumb pressed
to my shore
builds drip castles
and imprints
that wash away
in the tide.
Slow slide
into the bay
warm tongue
reaches
for grains of salt
and pearls.
Surface skimmed
touches down
with wild breath
and breaks free
to drown deep
in waves.
~me
Hey! Look me over. Tell me do you like what you see.
Yep. That’s the song. These are the shoes.
Baby, I’m a star!
Let’s do this thing.
I don’t wanna stop… ‘til I reach the top…
Early for a client confab so I’m sitting in the parking lot of a bakery where I picked up some treats, and am listening to Purple Rain. It’s cloudy and socked in feeling and I know this is what I mostly have to look forward to until May. My head hurts. I didn’t have time to work out before I left the house and I forgot to bring my MILs pills over to her.
Come on Prince, work your magic you sexy little thing. Mama needs your mojo pronto. You have seven minutes or I’m switching to Justin Timberlake.
My awesomely comfortable Thai Fisherman pants finally arrived and I may never wear other clothes again, and my tummy is shrinking.
I’d do a real SST post
but it happened on Wednesday and I didn’t bring a camera.
What’s that you say? Use my words?
w a n t
have never thought of a pair of shoes as holding the essence of something I want to achieve, but these do. Oh, how they hold it and make it dance.
w a n t
Day 11 - The Shred
halp I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
SST in spite of not having showered and even though I have giant shopping bags under my eyes.
I’m thinking about my body, my mind, my desire to feel strong within my container again, and my hope of being flexible in all ways in this next phase of my life.
First Zucchini.
I let it get a little too big.
SST
Yeah, so…
Sorry about the whole making your supper not very sexy thing.
Oops, I did it again.
Hey, at least I waited until Thursday.
Hey!
You got your Thursday in my Wednesday Butter!
Grilled pineapple and patty pan squash. Three marinades: habanero mango, basil & balsamic, sesame soy.
Lookit this basil!
And yeah, same shirt as yesterday. I’m dirty like that, too.
You should see my knees right now.
edit: This is Chris’ favorite view of the garden.
