Shake Your Tu-Tu Tail

"I can see clearly now the rain is gone.
It's gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshiny day."

Picture a Rastafarian mermaid, about 10 years old, with dreadlocks and a heart-shaped mouth. She wants to be a ballerina and cook cupcakes for her friends. She has problems though - She can't cook underwater and she cannot put ballet slippers on because of her tail.

We've all been there.

We know what it feels like.

So, what does she do?

She covers her tail with a pink tutu and shakes her tail. She sneaks away and buys cupcakes for her friends. They make do with what they have and they find joy anyway.

Shake your Tu-Tu tail.

By Susan English 9/9/13

Good and Evil

By Susan English January 2012 - Original Mixed Media Art

"RUGER" THE LITTLE DOG

What do I remember most about 2011?

How “Ruger” came to be a member of our family.

My spouse was taking a walk around the neighborhood when he heard what he thought was a child crying. He followed the menacing sound to where he found a little dog short-tied to a bush. He could not move at all and lay there crying.

Mike brought him home and the little dog quickly bit him in the hand. I thought to myself that if there was any chance of my keeping this little dog, it had swiftly passed. We tried to find the owner, to no avail, and then took him to the dog pound. When Mike got to the pound, he couldn’t turn the little dog over.

It is amazing how much a pet can improve one’s life!

Today, when I look back on it, it is as if he saved us; We didn’t save him.

I have enjoyed every minute with him.

When you think about 2011, what do you remember most?

Namaste

Piece 'o cake

It's past noon on Saturday and I am still wearing my PJ’s, drinking diet soda, and shivering in my hoodie and fluffy slippers. I am, however, doing school work...sort of.

Yes, my graduate program is on line and it was just what my doctor ordered. OK, so my doctor ordered me to take Prozac for depression, but if the doctor could tell me whether or not to roll my ass out of bed every Saturday to get to school by 8:00 a.m., or take classes on line, she definitely would have chosen the latter option. Because half the time I am attending class on line or doing homework, I have another tab opened where I am blogging, listening to tunes, and watching YouTube videos. And when I finish each class and turn in my receipt and grade slip, I get a lovely tuition reimbursement check to compensate me for my professional development and for being so unbelievably lazy in doing so.

And the countdown continues: Four classes down, eleven more to go, and then I can say “bye-bye” job with the mini-cubicle, no pay raises, no promotions, and ill-mannered co-workers where they pay me a very small salary to tell people they owe mega-money to Uncle Sam.

Cuz I'm The Tax Man

My friend Shay of the Word Garden blog made this LOLcat just for me! Thanks Shay!
(I get by with a little help from my friends.)

Dear Life

This poem was written by Erin of the In Through the Back Door blog

what it is about

it is to stop
and recognize
what is passing
that is what writing is about

i could live a thousand years
but to live them
and have them pass
as highway beneath my ass
without ever looking
that would mean nothing

or i could live one day
on a hill
and touch the grass
and watch the sky
and look upon the birds
and feel the breeze
and touch my breast
and then to write of that
-that one day-
that would amount to more
than the thousand years

yes?

Brilliant!

Opinion Are Like...

ABC WEDNESDAY...O IS FOR...Opinion!

Home for the Holidays (1995)~ "Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks."

I am already thinking ahead about surviving the holidays.
1) Pull the curtains down.
2) Hold my emotions in.
3) And keep my mouth firmly shut.

That's my opinion. Anybody have a better idea?