Exaggeration

Back in 1975, I was newly married, and lived on the back roads of Louisiana, in a small community.  I was a very impressionable girl of 16, and I am going to recount to you an occasion, which to this day makes my heart shout with joy and laughter. 

There was a family that lived right down the road from us.  A lovely family of 7, five children, of which one of them was a male species, the likes of which my eyes had never dreamed she would behold.  He was tall in stature, far taller than most his age, built like a Greek God, and my imagination could only guess at what was hidden from the view of my eyes.  He had a crowning glory of hair that would shame most women.  I could barely take my eyes off of his shining locks.  The rays of the sun bounced off of his crowning glory over and over again,  as though it couldn't get enough of touching them. Oh how I wished my hands could be the rays of sunlight!  I was watching from the veil of my window, finally tearing my eyes away from the top of his beautiful head. My eyes finally reached just below his waist, they were in such disbelief as to what they discovered.  I had to close my eyes and shake my head to clear the vision, and look again, to be sure I was truly experiencing such a freak of nature.  What I discovered at the the waistline of this gorgeous specimen was an animal of proportions I had never seen before. A sheep.

Disclaimer: People reading this will not get the joke....but one person will....Much love to the person who will. You are an awesome friend!

Time stands still for no one!

Whoah!  It's been almost five years since I last posted.  Amazing!  

Someone suggested that I start blogging again.  Not sure they suggested it because they miss my wit, or if they just want me to do something constructive with my idle time.  I'm going to go with the wit.... 

I read an article today that said that most writers do not know what they intend to write when they sit down to keyboard.  I'm afraid that has been my problem these last few years.  I have not had anything to write about.  That goes for today, as well.  I'm winging this, and praying something comes to mind, as not to bore anyone laying their eyes upon this post.  This article that I read also mentioned that writing is a way of thinking about something twice.  In your mind and then in your words.  I thought that was very profound.  These days, thinking is what I do a lot of....the writing part is what is missing.  I'm thinking of all this wisdom that is going unrecorded.  I need to go to confession for that miserable sin,  along with a few others. (OK...I'm not writing about the "few others", just yet!)

I miss the days, where if you wrote something, someone in the community of journalers/bloggers would actually read your writing.  That was something that always spurred me on...knowing someone was reading my profundity or lack thereof.  

I remember the first time that I realized someone was actually reading what I wrote and commented.   I was like...Oh My Gosh....they just created a monster!
That monster has been silent for way too long.  Hopefully this will become something I do more often....even if no one reads it!