Its a little known fact that I actually am girly.
I try to avoid the “girl” stuff, because, well, it enters into that area of life where emotions run rampant and my little black heart simply cannot deal. But, I have to admit, I enjoy the make-up, the clothes, the flutters I get from various songs, and the “chick flick” genre.
I’m only human. At least once in a while.
Rolling around my brain this week, through an onslaught of songs, several drives in the country, a lot of self-talk, and the hand of fate doing its thing has been the phrase, “What do you do when you realize all your dreams have come true?”
Coyote Ugly. OOOoooooOOOOOOooooooooooOOOOO! (That’s my coyote howl, impressive, right?)
Well, brain, my dreams have NOT come true… yet. But, since you asked, were that to happen, I would probably do the stupidest “Happy Dance” of my life. I would gladly donate my time and pennies to my favorite cause, and make a huge difference in the world. I would buy a round of drinks for everyone in the bar, right after I jump up and sing “One Way or Another.” I would smile and be awesome.
So, to whatever “you” are, opening up before me, I’m gonna get ya. I probably should make up my mind about what you are, so I don’t get confused and settle for whatever happens to just be there, waiting, unless that’s exactly what I do want.
Because that’s worked so well in the past.
I have a bunch of work to catch up on, a block party tonight (heh, lock up your husbands, Stepford!) and a slew of kiddos that demand pumpkins. Time to get movin’.