Saturday, October 19, 2013



What I am looking for in a significant other:

Must like dogs and children.
Must love movies.
Must love Pastafarians, agnostics, Unitarians,  and Baptists
Must understand the phrase, "All who wander are not lost."
Must understand  how "We'll just stay a minute." can turn into "We really do need to stay the entire night."
Must understand if my friend is getting a divorce? They need someone to vent to but not advice.
Must love Big Bang Theory and the last Dr. Who.
Must understand that I will only like the upcoming DrWho if he wears cloths like the guy in the latest Esquire.
Must love to "run naked through the sprinklers" but not run naked through the sprinklers.
Must understand that alone time is very important.
Must understand that a person needs their quiet space.
Must understand that writers write.  Sometimes on Thanksgiving morning. They will have to know their way around a kitchen or a take out menu. Sometimes I just need to write it down. Put the plate on the desk and quietly leave or I will ignore or yell.
Must love music of all kinds and understand why there maybe a morning you'll wake up to opera or bird calls.
Must love art museums and art galleries. Honest.

Note. Someone once asked if I really did love art museums. I do. I really do. Makes me as happy as the World Series and the Iron Bowl.

Must like the World Series and the Iron Bowl.

Must love to hike. Nice if you'd like to tent camp.
Must understand the importance of room service and a suite at the Lowe's Miami Beach.
Must understand why travel is important.
Must like traveling to New York and then going back to the country in Alabama.
Must love to travel over seas.
Must understand the concept of the "World's Largest Ball of String" travel.
Must have a "party piece" and be able to suck it up and get along with the situation. Must also know when to ditch it for the sake of sanity.
Must understand that I didn't choose my family. I inherited my family. We get in, visit, and get out of all unpleasant situations. Smile at the jokes and look interested while in you're in your head your sorting your socks.
Must really love country music.
Must be able to fix a leaky kitchen sink but understand that there's a time to call in the plumber.
Must under the need for independence and the need to be a "lap dog".
Must love horses.
Must be able to take care of the situation so that I can sit quietly and admire their strength.
Must know enough about trouble so that we can get into it and out of it safely.
Must love flowers and understand the power of good jewelry, a great jeweler, and ebay/etsy.
Must love the southern part of me that can neither pass up a good conversation, antique store, or flea market.
Must be able to sit quietly and hold an excellent conversation with someone who's not their age; very old and very young.
Must own and wear a hat.
Must understand the guilty pleasures of a shared secret or bit of gossip.
Must love boats.
Must know how to haul my butt out of bed if I founder.
Must know how to "loaf" creatively.
Must love boats even when they break.
Must be willing to take up a wrench or a hammer when said boat breaks but not complain bitterly if we have to hire a qualified mechanic to fix.
Must understand and love to cook.
Must not demand that I keep house.
Must understand that I don't do sick.  I'm either an idiot or a big baby.
Must understand the importance of a hug.
Must understand that I really do like my church even if I might gripe. It's family.
Must understand the love/hate relationship I have with my family. 
Must love me.
Must know all of the words to Soft Kitty, Travis Tritt's  Great Day to Be Alive, John Denver's Thank God I'm a Country Boy...
Must be able to sit through the Iron Bowl and understand it's importance.
Must love me.

Must love the rain, the snow, adventure, the power of a conversation with complete strangers, and sex.


Relationships are tricky.
You must know yourself so that other people can know you.


The Bond character?

Looks just like my dad.if he were drunk or silly

LLS reruns next week

Oh my  I miss the puppets and the LLS circa 2009

LLS with the JRT and the robot is BS


I'm reading here and it says that there are people reading who are from the US and Canada.  Don't you want to ask a question or chat?  Wouldn't you like to know who I am?  If a blog writer was shouting out "hello" I'd answer.  So what's up.  Lol I'll even try to write you a poem or a short story.


Porch light is on.

Key's under the mat.

There's food in the fridge and clean sheets on the bed.

Wake me in the morning.


There's good days and dizzy days and pain days.

Like the weather.

It changes.

I'm tired.

I can use a story to pass the time.

I can use telling a story to pass the time as well.

I need to sleep.

A place to lay my head.

Someone to watch over me.

If you only knew how much I needed a conversation.



Dear Person Reading this From Canada.

Whaz up?



Lol I dare you to comment.


Oh lawdy. I am so flustrated with the Internet. 

Talk back and I'll answer. Promise.

Thursday, October 17, 2013


Wait don't read this link until you've scrolled down to the next post.


Click the link.


Writer Ann


Who are those people who work so hard to tell us if we're beautiful or not.

I'm not giving that power to anyone but me.

There's just other things to thing about.

(Good day. No pain day. No dizzy day. Okay day.)



Melissa McCarthy.

I'm not going to rant.
I'm not.


I'm going to put on the clothes that make me feel fabulous and go out.

My theory is that there are people who are berating themselves because we don't meet some unrealistic size.
When they look in the mirror?
They see too fat, too skinny, too old, too young, too wrinkled, too......

I went back to look at photos from years ago.  I remember how insecure I felt at the time.  No one looked at me and said the words I needed to hear...

"You are fierce."

So I looked down, studied, and hoped that someone would ask me out.

They didn't and I was beautiful, smart, and lovely as a person.

I wish so bad that I could go back at tell that person in the photo that she shouldn't sell herself short.

I should square my shoulders, lick my lips, and say

The only negative thing I'm going to say about the cover?

It's such a cliché of that backhanded complement,

"She has such a beautiful face. If she'd only lose some weight."



After I showed those photos from the past?  I went to look in the mirror.

I am fierce.



Wednesday, October 16, 2013

hugs FredAstair Swing time.

...     "Head down. Shoulder to the stone"     ...



NB : I'm really going to need to get some sleep.  Hugs.  I know that there are people who read my blog. Doesn't anyone ever converse?

I don't know what it is about our pets.  Cats, dogs,  snakes, fish....

we love them.

Kind of like those people in our life that have at one time or the other metaphorically chewed our lives.  They mess up but most of the time they keep us from going nuts.

(This has to be one of my favorite monologues.  I miss them. Better than the angry ones.)

So today is a dizzy day which is only slightly better than the pain days.

If you are Irish David?  I kind of need you to contact me. Please try. If anyone says that I don't want to hear from you? Smile, be charming, and then go around them.  Most of the "helpful" people in my life haven't always had my best interest at heart.  They've been too busy with their own interests to even check my pulse.

If anyone knows how to get Craig Ferguson ( @craigyferg  ) to come visit Atlanta?  It sure would make my day.

Will try to write something soon.  I'm just being a big baby. Need a hug. :(




Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Note technical difficulty with blog links to Twitter.  If I'm not here I'm there.  Until I get things working? Google 12dotsandablot.  Look for Twitter links.  Sorry.  I'm just not in a place to sort through the problem. Hugs, WriterAnn.
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It's been a long day.

Pain day : ( 

Only solution?
Music, glossy magazines, hot shower, and sleep early.

This too will pass. Right?

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