The Cover doesn't fit the Novel

As I was leaving my driveway tonight to meet a friend for a drink, a shiny black hummer drove by. I didn't think anything about it until he pulled out of the neighborhood at the other entrance and was in front of me. Another car pulled in between us at another stop up the road and he pulled to the side.

I did take notice that time but I thought to myself, "This dude isn't seeing the whole story. He is just looking at the cover and unfortunately for him it will end up being a bogus advertisement."

I just pulled on past him and let it go.

I am not the picture in his head and if I had stopped for him, he would eventually learn that the book was different from its cover.

I juggle between thinking it is flattery on his part and cruelty on God's part.

At a certain age, I put the fantasy aside for self preservation.

I am reality based these days and I don't falter or bend at the knees in hopes of finding my soul mate or true love.

I find comfort in knowing that I just need to find a reliable relationship with mutual affection.

The problem with fantasy is that you will always look for it, never find it, and end up alone in search of the myth.

At a certain point in life, we all have to become real.

Butterflies and beating hearts are all but a memory inked on the back of our high school notebooks.

Who after the age of 20 even doodle anymore?

Doodling and falling head over heels in love are best left to the next generation.

Generation X is too grown up for me and I am too far behind to catch up.

So to the Hummer I say, "No thanks for the flirt."

The Blonde book cover is fiction!!

God Answered This One

I do believe in God!

He doesn't always answers my prayers but he does answer some.

Today, I have to thank him for answering this one tiny thing.

I sat and asked, almost begged, that he help me find my cat.

After praying I went about finding my cat.

God can throw you an oar but you have to steer the boat.

I posted a picture of Peppy on craigslist and within an hour, people were emailing me that they saw him at the animal shelter. I went to the animal shelter sight and their was a picture of my little guy. He had been their for 5 days.

I thought the worse and hoped for the best.

And I got the hope part of it!!

I lost a cat once before and I begged and prayed and still God did not answer and to this day, I pray that my beloved Mavvie is with a good home. I dare not think of anything else.

I think about the parents that have missing children and how awful a feeling it must be.

Every waking hour spent thinking the best when in reality the worst must be.

And knowing God can't answer every prayer.

I am humbled by this experience and I have much joy but I have sadness for those that are still missing.


The Blonde will pray for the best!!

Holy Cow Its Been An Uber Long Time

since I published to my blog.

As Martha would say, "That's a very good thing."

I haven't had much to vent about lately. Life is pretty smooth in the love department.

I have a new beau. Actually he is a redo from a few years ago.

Timing is everything when it comes to two people of the opposite gender coming together to form a symbiotic happiness.

What happened a few years ago in my memory is one thing and in his memory another. Its something that shouldn't be dwelled upon. For whatever reason, it is working this time and its best not to question it.

Let the chips fall where they may.

In the end, it will either last or it won't.

I just want to enjoy the ride without any predisposed notions of how long it will be before the ticket runs out and the ferris wheel operator, spinning our love life, decides we need to get off.

If I had a gun to my head and someone demanded an answer as to why it is working this time, I would have to say it is because I am willing to do whatever it takes to stay in a committed relationship. I am scared straight when it comes to dating and I am revamping my attitude toward being with this one person.

But in this pursuit to be a half of a whole, I have to wonder? Am I not biting off more of the glass slipper than I can chew without getting cut into a mold that someone else wants me to be.

But when that other half sees me at my best and all he wants is that I continue on the path of being this great person, the glass slipper becomes less of a jagged edge sword, ready to cut on the next trip down, and more of a comfortable fit that will guide my steps into a better world.

A better life.

One that has been waiting for me all this time.

The Prince didn't fall in love with the Cinderella in plain clothes and holding a mop.

The Prince fell in love with the Cinderella that found the courage to be more than what life was telling her she could be.

And so I, like Cinda sista, stopped hiding behind the excuse of a step-sister world and I walked away from mopping up a mess. I stripped myself from the tattered fibers that were holding my life together with an inch of thread and I fabricated myself a new vision out of silk, satin, and ribbons that can support the weight of my new achievements.

And now, the Blonde is ready to dance at the ball!!

Dribble Penetration

I love that word. My newest joy is watching the Mavs kick it on the basketball court. Now that I am bi-city girl and big D is one half of my bi-ness.

I am a Dallas sports fan in the arena of basketball.

Jason Kidd is my man on the team because he is in my age box. He is in my height range requirements and he is darn cute for a bald dude.

Not to mention, he is off the chart good at his game.

He is definitely on my 5 list.

The 5 list consists of five people you would like to shag if you could. They must all be celebrity and out of your league.

Of course I am not one to bang just out of fame.

My list is more about who I would date.

Its fantasy dating.

So far I have Jason Kidd, Robert Downey Jr and my man.

Mr Man from D town.

We tried and bombed a few years ago but timing was right this time around and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

Timing is not everything but it is a huge part of the game.

And so far, I am as good as Jason Kidd on the 3 point line.

I am making every moment count.

The Blonde is on her game!!

Dents, Dinks, and Da Cops

My car is dented and dinked.

My bike is torn and shaved.

And my bank account is bruised and battered by the recession.

And...

Boo and I both got plugged for speeding tickets less than a week apart. I like to think of it as my charitable contribution to the men in blue. Only, this time it was more than I wanted to gift out.

I don't care about it going on my license. I don't care about the money. But I do care a crap load that I am being put through the ringer because I didn't have the insurance card in the car.

I have to call, fax, and sign my first born away to attest I had insurance on the day I was driving.

I have to fax a form to the insurance company. They have to sign and notarize and mail back originals while I have to sign, notarize and deliver in hand to the podunck police station the paperwork.

Seriously?!

I could carry a forged insurance document and be fine when pulled over so I don;t see why all this rig-a-ma-roll is needed other than to piss me off and entertain the bored law enforcements with a gamble game wether or not my lazy ass is going to get it done in time.

I will get it done.

I don't mind the ticket but I do mind the bullshit.

I had the insurance company send them my policy directly but because Boo was driving the car, I have to attest I gave him permission to drive.

I was in the freakin car!!

I am glad Podunk doesn't need to the court time to process real crimes.

I am glad they have time to come up with fun games to occupy there time.

I have the time to play too.

The Blonde is being charitable.