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Monday, November 25, 2024

Thanksgiving Erotica, A Feast for the Senses

Dear Sillies,

I'm grateful for you. It's been quite a journey since I started blogging in 2011. Oh, I'm not going away. You're stuck with me. I've needed to scale down, though, and I apologize for that. 

I initially gained popularity via my posts about the disastrous dating endeavor. My own, that is. But I've none of that to share these past few years. Haven't dated since my heart was drop-kicked into the nearest trash receptacle* over a year ago. *It's a good thing these hearts of ours are so sturdy. Right? They take a beating and keep on beating. Ah, it's been mostly quite wondrously tranquil since then. 

Anyway, I'm saying...What am I saying? Thank you for being here and seeing me through over 1 million page views, 13 years, five books (my last two memoirs, award winning - double YIPPEE!!), 670 bloggy followers, and the assorted shades of life we've shared. Chocolate tossed in whenever possible. And necessary. Note: It's always necessary.   

Now, on with the show. May you experience much gratitude this season. Enjoy Thanksgiving Erotica. 

I love you, my Sillies.   

Pictured on the left: Robyn after the meal (top photo), Robyn before the meal (bottom photo). 

Thursday, November 21, 2024

Really? Martha on the Mantle and Snoop Dogg on the Stoop!

Dear Sillies,

First the election loss. Now THIS! How much more must we endure? 

Well, Snoop's elf is a striking likeness, right? But Martha's? Oy vey!

Thanks to SheWhoSeeks for this weirdly funny distraction from worldly woes.





Note that both present a choking hazard.

Friday, November 8, 2024

Defeat, Despair, Unity

My Dear Silly Bloggies,

Rather than ignore the obvious, I'm sharing what I shared on my facebook page in the early morn hours of 11/6.

Those of you who are on the other side of politics have been quiet here, and I appreciate it. I'd have dropped you if I believed you to be a hateful soul. You're not. Nor are the 66 MILLION who voted for the frumpy grumpy felon who's the color of a melon. MAGA aligns so tightly with White supremacy, though; there's absolutely a racist, misogynistic, xenophobic, etc. element that is NOW at the helm. But I won't have that here. (Sometimes the most and least we can do is set limits to protect our little spaces of earth and/or the internet.)
Oy, I'm just typing. I couldn't sleep. Nor could I stop crying. Not sure what to say. Well, I do know. You're not, we're not, alone. Far from that. 63 MILLION of us voted for the side of reason, compassion, joy, justice. What an incredibly powerful, inspiring, brilliant and witty duo Kamala and Tim made/make. The new regime can't erase this. We'd serve ourselves and the world best to absorb and lead by their example. That hope we felt and tasted as soon as Kamala zipped out the starting gate, that's as real as it gets. Unifying. Energizing and beautiful. We'll need to keep hold of that energy, to fuel the fights (for justice) that await.
I'm naive, I know, yet I still believe in a sort of universal balance. Love is the glue. Karma is real. And sometimes when the bigger picture looks disparaging, it's helpful to either broaden or narrow it.
The pendulum will swing back, as it does. Meanwhile, our city has added some phenomenal progressive voices, and there are some silver linings in the national scene as well - like Kari Lake's big loss. A fair number of states, I believe, have now legalized a female's rights to bodily autonomy. Many other positives too, but I was too anxious to retain that info. From a grander perspective too, much of the world is with us. As Kamala pointed out, they believe he’s a disgrace. Reason does pervade.
I’ve written too much, still not knowing what to say. But hey, we’ll see a new day tomorrow. We’ll survive by keeping each other close in reality and/or spirit. Together.
I love you.

Monday, November 4, 2024

Long Awaited Reunion, My Fickle Situationship

Dear Sillies,

Can you feel the angst in the air? We'll be okay. We'll survive the election outcome and the insanity that will likely ensue into 2025. Sigh.

Meanwhile, I hope this (new poem) provides a bit of tempting distraction.

Please enjoy and be good to yourselves!

Love you.