I had a dream...

Weekend Agenda...

There is no joy in a Nook

Recon from the Flying J...Exit 285

Hey, lil sis Mame, stopped at one of your favorite tourist spots...the Flying J Truck Stop, Exit 285 on I-75 South today. It was all happening. You woulda dug the scene.  Snapped a few pics below for you...

Notes from the road:

1. I passed a conspicuously large number of unmarked rigs on the road from "Provo, UT?" After I passed 3, and noticed 3 more gassing up at the J,  I thought, "are those trucks filled with bible-thumping, underwear-wearing Mormon Romney minions?" Hmm... just a personal conspiracy theory I thought I'd float...

2. Got lost after leaving this spooky/perfect gated compound by the name of "The Villages" and ended up in Coleman, FL, home of the Coleman Correctional Facility:

I felt much more comfortable in Coleman, FL than in the Villages, FL.  This cool song playing on XM added to the ambiance of a lost afternoon at twilight on FL SR 301. 

Open Letter to My Atheist Friends--

Heard this song for the umpteenth time while getting ready for work this morning. Not only are most of my friends atheists, but my dearly beloved and departed father was an atheist. Folks I won't try to convert you to become an R.C. (only if you want to become a member of the coolest club on earth, but nobody's asking you)...so please don't try to shame me into being an atheist.

In the past 10 years I've:
--Gotten divorced twice
--Been homeless twice.
--Had $5.00 in my bank account.
--Had $150,000.00 in my bank account then lost it all by investing in high earning bank stocks circa 2006.
--Got laid off.
--Quit two jobs.
--Moved to a city where I knew NO ONE.
--My Dad died.
--My Mom died.
--Broke my ankle.
--Had two surgeries to repair said ankle.
--Spent two Christmases alone.

In the past 10 years I've:
--Fallen in love.
--Seen the world.
--Lived in paradise.
--Enjoyed life like never before.
--Spent two glorious Christmases alone.

What is my key to resiliency?
--Laughter.
--Friends & family.
--Rock N' Roll.
--Books.
--My job.
--The Internet.
--My religion.
--The delusional mojo bank account into which my parents made huge deposits of self confidence, love, if not cockiness. 

I carry a teeny Bible concordance in my purse (as a ready reference source to look up how much time I'm gonna spend in hell, purgatory, limbo respectively, should I just randomly commit the sin of let's say... adultery, sloth, or not keeping the sabbath holy, etc.) and will happily show you my holy card collection if you show me yours-- but I'm not a thumping, up in your grill evangelical Christian, and I'm pretty sure I've been excommunicated at least twice.

So please don't shame me, or change me...there's just too much whimsy and magic in the universe and in our hearts for me to explain.  Please don't try to save me, and I am certainly way too lazy to want to change you...but if you're interested in joining the club, I can point you in the right direction...

Sister Babs...Pray for us??  Just sayin'...I may not be your first (or last) choice, to have in your prayer corner.  Thank God for the comforts of the Confessional and Extreme Unction. 

Fang sighting-- Open letter to Fang

 

Fang at the corner of Dona Michele and BBD.

Man, my ex ole man is really, really cheap. How cheap? See above-- a picture is worth a thousand words.  

I pulled up to a light yesterday and there was the cad/twirp in his fugly car-- you can't miss it. Since he's gay he really ain't looking for play from the ladies, but Fang can you not upgrade your automobile? 

You've got scads of inherited benjamins. I understand your tribe requires an oath of frugality, ergo the shoplifting of vitamins and soap, and that explains why you gave me a second-hand chip of diamond that required a jeweler's loop to view, and your continued wearing of stone-washed jeans, circa 1980.

But please Fang, consider, a step up. I know your ride has an optional sidecar for when you and Mom are hitting the outlet malls, but ole man, trust me on this one, small ain't necessarily good for some things...we all know what I'm talking about, Fang dear...

XOXO
and an extra hard bitch slap, and a pinch to grow an inch,
--Babs, your ex wife.

Pantheon of Pussies...

Ladies and gentlemen...our newest inductee...

Captain Shittino
"I just fell into the lifeboat..."

Are you Happy?

It's never too late to make a change. Babs is making some big changes!! Stay tuned for further details...

Tribute to the Andrea Doria

July 25, 1956

Absolutely Fabulous 1/8/12 10 p.m. BBC America

http://www.bbcamerica.com/absolutely-fabulous/

Mrs. Candy and Saturday Night

On my night stand.  Oy it's good!!

One evening unravels a house full of secrets. Mrs. Candy is a kind-hearted widow who rents rooms to a house of interesting boarders on New Orleans' Cairo Street in the 1940s. When she falls for one of them, she accepts dating advice from her dearly departed Mr. Candy and throws a party. Amidst visits from the police and trips to the bar, much is revealed about the drunken politician, the quarrelling lovers, the upper-class social worker, and the polite Cajun. Some will get arrested, others will get married, and one will shock them all when a carefully kept secret stumbles out.