Nuthin’

Lordt, honeychile!  I’m the Busted Flush, today.  I can’t figure out what to write about!! Perfume?  Nah.  I’m awash in No5 – AGAIN!  (my shoulder has been giving me the flux since the barometer dropped/rose/dropped again and No5 is the only solution.  I sit in therapy (I am NOT having surgery on this shoulder – according to my PT if we can create enough scar tissue around the tear we should be able to shore it up – and I am here for that!) and whilst I am getting TENSed and ultrasounded, seeing my delts hop around like rice in a skillet, I think about my ridiculous Life Choices and realize that, ridiculous or not, this Life is apparently what the U has in store for me at the present time.  I’m working out 7 days a week (oh, like you’re surprised 😉  but correctly, with heavy days broken up by stretching only, etc.  I’ve made some new gym pals – and those pals have evolved into hanging-out pals (ish).  I know it sounds absurd to be so damb happy about that but this is a totally tribal place, different from a larger, more urban area.  People aren’t mean – they’re just in their own tribe – and it’s weird to encounter (and weirder to try to insert yourself into a tribe – in fact, it’s nearly impossible!).  Crafting a New Tribe is doable (and if anyone can do it, I should be able to) but the focus is on the ‘doing’.

Our century-old Sale Barn burned down (to the ground) early Saturday morning.  It was a wreck even before – but now there’s a gaping hole at the edge of town – and a large part of the area’s history is now gone.  Luckily, this happened the week after the monthly sale – there were losses (3 horses and a donkey) but it could’ve been way more than that – on Sale weekend there are up to 70 horses at the barn.

Corsets.  I haz one.  Found it at Salvation Army for $2. Black woven silk.  YAY!  And I’m trying to get myself into it with a modicum of comfort Just Because.  OMG.  I need to spend quite a bit more time on the elliptical plus a few million more planks/crunches.  I can close it.  But I don’t like it.  And I know that Dita von Teese would say ‘that’s as it should be’ – but I ain’t Dita von Teese.  I’d like to breathe, thank you!

LOL! NEWP!
(but…)

Do NOT ask me why I am doing this.  I have no idea *– but a gal has to have a goal.  Right?  That corset is My Goal – at least for now.

•  actually I know PERSACKLY why I’m doing it.  The incongruity of finding a gorgeous, elegant CORSET! hanging on a rack amongst the local HS booster sweatshirts proved to be my undoing – and who doesn’t want to fit into a corset?  And it’s that time of year when I’m a bit bored – so Challenge Accepted!!!  And it’s not like it’s my first corset – but it’s been awhile.  So… might as well give myself a goal for the frigid months!

So that’s what’s going on in my little world.  What’s going on in yours?  Lmk.  I’ll have Monsieur poke a pawnail in thanks for your patience – and he’ll poke TWICE!  because Holidays! and we’ll send out some goodies from Surrender to Chance!