Notes on the weekend.

Notes on the weekend.

                              (How come I never see these people?)

This was an eventful weekend for me and one of many realizations. I need it out off my head. This is not going to be organized or pretty but I need the noise out, out , OUT!

Basically I am a really lazy person. Given the opportunity to do nothing and I will do nothing.

I am pretty positive my sister, Jimi is an angel on earth. She has the kindest heart of anyone I know. We like to kid her and call her “Peter Pan” and laugh at her naiveté but I think it is because we know that her heart is that pure and kind. She always believes the best of every situation and only wants everyone to be happy . She also understands my love of prizes, sends me cakes in the mail, buys me my favorite chicken breasts from the fancy meat market I can not afford and gives me her old purses.  How Lucky am I that she is mine? (I do realize I totally lucked out in the sister department).

I would pretty much do anything for my friends. I try to always give them the benefit of the doubt. I learned a painful lesson this weekend. Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice or even three times? Shame on me. I am going to  mourn the friendship I thought we shared. You made me laugh and I will miss that but I can take a hint or two or three or four. Maybe I am more like Jimi than I thought?

I drove to Conn. for the first time since getting my one and only speeding ticket. The drive took longer than usual. I am still trying to recover from that little experience.

My “Books To Read” list is ridiculous. Do not let me into a book store.

I could pretty much live at Wrentham Premium Outlets. How much fun is that place?

I love people watching at the casino but I am wondering why I never see the pretty, happy,winning, dancing people from the commercials.

I know that my grammar is far from perfect. Usually my thoughts come out so fast I just type as fast and randomly as my inept fingers will allow. I do proof read and rewrite many times before I post. I also use spell check and yet I am blown away by the mistakes I find when I go back and reread some of the posts. Sometimes I care, sometimes I am embarrassed but mostly I think I write just like I think and it is what it is. Oh well, c’est la vie. (are you impressed that I spelled a french phrase correctly because I am).

What does it say about me that I have a hard time letting go….of anything?

My new favorite slot machine has fish all over it. When you hit a bonus the fish blows out bubbles that let you know how much you have won. It cracks me up. I have no idea how to play it or what any of the spins mean but the fish blowing bubbles cracks me up everytime. That and the Flying Monkeys on the Wizard of Oz machine is why I go to the casino.

It is Tuesday. It is the last day of school. I have Jury Duty tomorrow. Jury Duty can bite me.

 The Noise in my head and it is hearing  this but that is making me sad so I am singing this to myself.  Actually, that song is making me sad as well so I am going to sing this out loud on the top of my lungs.



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