Thursday’s Blurbs … Rest In Paradise Prince

Prince-s-passport-photo-jpgPrince is dead at age 57. His publicist has confirmed it. You can watch live coverage hereLord have mercy, not the great purple one! My heart is just too heavy. The only positive thing I can think to say at this moment is that, in addition to his amazing music catalog, he has left behind the world’s fiercest passport photo. Rest in Paradise my brother. There may never be another like you. A true original.

Lets take a moment of silence for Prince, and then fill the rest of the day with his music. We’ll be rocking all night!

 

Wednesday’s Blurbs …

beetsThis morning I had to get my niece off to school. When it was all said and done, I was sweating, my niece’s hair was flying out of her two ponytails, we lost an extra five minutes on the clock because I had to give her a tutorial on beets and beet juice (random, I know),  AND she was almost an hour late. As I sped towards her school, eating my Chick-n-Mini’s from Chick-fil-A, it occurred to me that I didn’t even give a damn about their stance towards gay people. I was just glad I could afford to feed the kid something other than McDonalds. As she climbed out of the car and ran into the school, all I could do was smile. She hadn’t finished her Chick-n-Mini’s or orange juice. I demolished her leftovers with glee. Some good came from this shit-tastic morning after all … yep, never having kids. I hear you universe!

Friday’s blurbs …

juicingYesterday I worked from home. I was in a meeting when my niece came into my office with a swollen face. Between helping TiTi juice (more on that later) and pollen season, who knows what set her off. I can’t even begin to describe the panic I experienced. Next thing I know, I’m sweating in Walgreens, (with my meeting muted on speaker phone), and begging the pharmacist to save my niece. An understanding smile, and two bottles of Benedryl later, the kid was watching cartoons and I was back to believing children aren’t for me. I imagine the extreme worry I feel for my niece would only be amplified by a child of my own. I just don’t need the damn stress.