Berthaday Girl…

Yesterday was my birthday…and after testing some soil samples taken from my back yard…it’s official…I’m older than…dirt

Funny thing is…I don’t feel…that…old…well…maybe my body does…but…something about me doesn’t…

Bertha…says it’s her…that she’s the part of me that still feels young…and…I suppose she’s right…or she couldn’t still be wearing those ridiculously high heels that she wears…or sporting that spandex without getting jeers and sneers at Wally World…and…she’s still pretty agile when she jumps onto her soapbox…so…I have to admit…she’s definitely young…

She goes on to tell me…that age…like beauty…is in the eyes of the beholder…and…that I get to choose how I see myself…and others…

I can look past the…gray hair…bald heads…wrinkles…extra pounds…deteriorating bodies…

I can look deeper than the surface…and…when I do…I can see the spirit…

It’s my choice…

Today…I want to look deeper…I want to see and feel the vitality that surrounds me…I suppose I should start…by looking in the mirror…

Jane

Desperate Vampires…

Yesterday…I know…I always seem to start out that way…but…honestly…I write early in the morning…nothing has happened yet…unless…teeth brushing and bed making…are worthy of blogs…well…probably not…so…I’ll stick with…

Yesterday…I was appreciating how nice the kitchen looked…as…I was making lunch…then…my thoughts wandered over to the…futileness…of cleaning the kitchen…it seems that no matter how often I clean it…someone’s always eating something and messing it right back up…unfortunately…I live alone…so…you can probably figure out…who that someone is…yep…the same someone who has to clean it up again…

Anyway…those thoughts…soon…had me contemplating other seemingly futile tasks…laundry…quickly came to mind…now…to me…laundry is on the top of the list…of those…never really get them done…chores…I mean…really…no matter how much I stuff into the machine…I’ve always got something on…that’s essentially…dirty…

Well…you might anticipate where my thoughts went next…I could do the laundry in the nude…that would solve that problem…I’ve heard of women who do that…thankfully…I’ve never visited any of them…on…wash day…but…I have heard of them…

Now…after more contemplation…I figure…in order to join them in getting all my laundry done at the same time…I would first have to meet up with Barnabas Collins…for a little neck chomping session…

Why…you might ask…elementary…my dear Watson…vampires…can’t see themselves…in every mirror they walk by…hmmm…now that I think about it…I might like being a vamp…who knows…

Jane

PS…and…thank you…Bertha…for challenging me to join the twenty-first century…and write about…vampires…I told you I could do it…well…okay…I did it…kinda…sorta…but…I was close…hey…that counts…doesn’t it…

Bertha…says…this isn’t horseshoes…geez…