Well, well, well, if it isn’t Lou. Where you been at night Lou? You don’t seem to be showing up when I make the last call. And yet, every morning you come galloping from out of nowhere ready to be fed as if you were the Sun King himself.
Yes, I know you would have liked a leisurely breakfast and then a little schnooze. Too bad some of us have to work so you can continue “catting” around. So out you go!
About two weeks ago, I had my hair cut. A longer bob-length, my hair now almost reaches my shoulders. I have determined that I am not meant to have long hair. I have determined the same about not having blond hair. It just isn’t me.
Flash Forward to Last Week:
Setting: Early Morning, I am making my way past the reception area to my cubicle.
Receptionist: Oh! You got your hair cut. When did you get it cut?
Lynne with an E: Yep. I got it cut last week.
Receptionist: Well, you know, guys like long hair…
Lynne with an E: Complete Silence
I have so many responses I would like to give, but at the same time, I have nothing to say. This statement, from a fellow female, so antiquated and petty in so few words. Never mind all my other accomplishments in life, I have just cut my lovely locks so my chances of “catching” a man and being a “success” have just fallen to the ground along with those brunet strands.
Here’s an observation I have after this ignorant remark plus watching some of these so-called reality shows like The Real Housewives of New York. Be kind to fellow females. We have a tendency to tear apart our own gender. And there is nothing to be gained from it. I know I have been guilty of it many times. But I can accomplish so much more in life if I just stick to fostering relationships rather than tearing them down.
We are an amazing gender, capable of accomplishing so much with so little. So why do we spend so much of our time tearing each other apart? It is something I am definitely taking to heart.
And no, I am not growing out my hair or getting hair extensions.
Much Love for All Sisterhood,
Lynne with an E…xceptionally Cute Short Haircut
Okay, so don’t ask me what it is.
But I never considered myself fully utilitarian. Sometimes I just like doing things that serve no purpose.
And this overload of flying cranes is a perfect example of serving no purpose. I am going to let it hang in my office for a week and decide if my like of it dissipates or increases.
Do you know supposedly by folding 1,000 origami cranes, the folder will be granted her greatest wish? I think at the end of folding 1,000 origami cranes, my greatest wish would be figuring out what to do with them or wanting to regain feeling in my fingers after all that folding.
Sincerely,
Lynne with an E
For the past four days, Mother Nature has been making San Diego residents feel like they are on the delicate cycle of the Maytag dryer. That is my oh-so eloquent way of saying we have been having some earthquakes.
A couple of 4 point ‘some or others’ on Saturday night. I was at dinner with my three sisters and I believe we were in the midst of those darn garlicky buttery breadballs. Here’s pretty much how the conversation went:
Sister K: Do you feel that? I think it may be an earthquake.
Me: Naaah. It could just be the cars below in the underground parking lot. (Back to consumption of bready, buttery, garlicky goodness)
Okay, I admit. I was wrong. Sister K was right. She will probably print this out and have it engraved for me typing that.
Fast-forward, tonight:
Sitting on my bed, booting up the computer and things start shaking a bit and then they start shaking a little longer. Earthquakes are officially calculated on a Richter Scale. The quake on Saturday was about a 4.7 and it probably lasted about 6 seconds. Tonight’s quake reporting at about a 5.7 and kept going for about 10 seconds. That means that tonight’s quake was ten times stronger than Saturday’s quake.
What does that mean for a native Californian’s internal richter scale?
Visual: Me putting down laptop, running out to living room, picking up 30-pound golden retriever puppy and running down two flights of stairs to the driveway.
And just as I type that visual, another little jolt hits. But I am staying in bed because this time I have a 30-pound puppy, an 8-pound pomeranian mix and a 4-pound orange tabby, and that is a visual that I literally cannot carry.
Rocking on in SoCal,
Lynne with an E…xtraction Problem
Well here for my faithful blog readers is this week’s One Word Movie Reviews.
*Please reference blog from last week involving a cerebral hemorrhage through my left nostril.
Sincerely,
Lynne with an E
I love my gay male friends. They are great. But I am starting to notice a pattern when it comes to their cats.
Observation – Their cats are fat.
This cat outweighs my dog by about 10 pounds.
This cat could sit on my dog and suffocate her.
This cat could sit on me and suffocate me.
This cat could sit on its techno-loving, 4-pack working on a 6-pack owner and suffocate him.
So you see, I am really bringing this observation into my blog forum, because I care.
Much Love,
Lynne with an E
I haven’t killed any of them yet. Isn’t that a lovely way to start a blog entry? Tomato plants – all are present and accounted for. All seemed to have settled in and taken a liking to my front porch. Jeez, I am starting to sound like Holly Hobby.
Early bloomer on Bonny’s Best. Wonder how big this sucker is going to get? Guess now’s not the time to go retro and review Attack of The Killer Tomatoes?
Sincerely,
Lynne with an E…ver-increasing Index of Recipes Involving Tomatoes
Because how else can one get such an outstanding view on a Sunday morning ?
Well what else was I expecting when we adopted a dog from a litter of fourteen?
I don’t really know how to break the news to him that dogs aren’t supposed to be on the couch.
Pssst…I don’t think he knows that he’s a dog.
I was trying to be productive on a Saturday, but he sure looks comfortable.
Signing off,
Lynne with an Endless list of chores and not wanting to do any of them.
I think I watched the worst movie of all time. I am not even going to tell you what movie it was because I am sure you have been there. The kind of movie that you literally feel like half of your brain was sucked out of your left nostril or left eye or left ear. You catch my drift? Bad, just bad.
I also know it was a bad movie for the amount of other things I was able to accomplish while it was playing:
Another clue it was a bad movie? I was able to accomplish all those chores and if called upon, still be able to give a brief synopsis of the movie.
Seriously, I think I may have lost a large portion of gray matter. Well, not from the movie alone. Probably from the head-bashing I gave myself after I stopped the movie.
It makes me wonder. When an actor reads a script, how does he/she know it is going to be a success? And when he/she is acting in this movie, does he/she come home at the end of a long day on the set and exclaim, “That movie is sucking half my brain out of my left nostril?”
Oh right. It is called money. Lots and lots of money.
AaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Sorry. I had to get it out. I think my vocabulary decreased by 25% over the course of that movie.
Until later,
Lynne with an E…verlasting headache
Lynne with an E 