Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Weird Wildlife Wisdom



I know, I know, I've written it all before. πŸ’» Hey, I'm not trying to sound elitist or superior but I just don't see life the way most people do. πŸ€“ My strange inner turmoil seems to set me apart too. πŸ‘Ύ My approach to certain issues is sometimes off the beaten path and clearly, that's not necessarily a good thing. πŸ™ I'm always touting how I've learned to embrace my inner weirdness and while that's true most times, other times my "colorful uniqueNess" makes me feel alone and isolated. ☹ My 'alternate' view of The Universe can make me feel quite lonely too, even if I'm surrounded by loving people. πŸ₯° I'm not asking for anyone to UNDERSTAND me (that'd be too tall an order anyway), just APPRECIATE me. But then again, how can ask anyone to appreciate me when, on a day like today, I don't even appreciate myself? (Boo whoo whoo...πŸ˜₯...waah waah waah! πŸ‘Ά Baby want bottle! 🍼) Look, I'm no poser. I'm not trying to be the weird chick (like so many do), I AM the weird chick. A bona fide original. πŸ€ͺ Being different can be cool but it also comes at a high price when you add "relationships" to the soup. πŸ’‹ Emotional eccentricity certainly takes it's toll on me and those I care about BUT I'm noticing that those that truly care about me, never really ever go away. ☺ Thank goodness for that! πŸ™πŸΎ In these last few months, relationship-wise; I've stepped away from a few, re-confirmed a few and burned a couple down to the ground in smoldering ashes. πŸ”₯ Oh well, I need to do whatever is necessary to get myself back into a good place again and to that end, there will inevitably be causalities. 😡 Afterwards, I'll spread my love to the world again. 😍 C'est la vie, it's the circle of life. πŸ˜‰ Moving on...πŸ˜’


Okay, okay, enough with the whoa is weird me crap. Let me end this with an absolutely true story of how my day began today. 🌞 Still dark outside, I see a really weird shaped creature kinda scurrying around in tight little circles in my front yard and driveway. πŸš— With my truck door open, ready to jump inside should the mysterious monster suddenly charge at me, I stood there for several seconds trying to figure out what it was. My yard is pretty big but so was the animal. I squint my eyes, struggling to see through the darkness to make it out but I just couldn't. 🧐 Perplexed, I whisper to myself; "Is that a dog? No wait, maybe it's a wild cat. No, no, it's kinda shaped like a pig. WTH?!" πŸ˜³ Finally, I get in my truck, put my headlights on and slowly drive up next to it. It was a gigantic, albino armadillo! 🀠 (Non-Texans, Google it.) I'd seen big armadillos before but never one that big. And before this day, I'd never even seen a white armadillo in a picture, let alone my own yard. 🀯 As I stared at the stunningly irregular animal from the safety of my truck, it slowly scurried off into the wooded area between my house and my neighbors'. Wow, if I never get the honor of seeing that beautiful creature again, I will forever appreciate our few seconds together in the dark hours of the early morning. πŸ˜ͺ After so many restless nights of depression, I drove to work this morning thinking that remarkable reptile was one of the coolest things I'd ever seen. (Yes, I know armadillos are actually mammals but "remarkable mammal" didn't have the same ring to it. ) Not only that, I knew it was a clear message from God, reiterating that I should be proud of that which makes me unique.  I should continue to appreciate all the things that un-evolved people don't. πŸ™„ I should honor my special invitation to see the secret parts of The Big Picture because others can't. πŸ–Ό And no matter how much it hurts sometimes, I should be grateful that I'm not a cookie-cutter person with cookie-cutter views and cookie-cutter emotions.  I am different. πŸ₯Έ I am exciting. πŸ˜† I am the colorful alternative to boring old generic...and anyone that can't appreciate that, can scurry off into the woods and never be heard from again.  Amen.

~ 
°The Eccentric End°



My Muse:

(Gorgeous and splendidly unique.)

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Early Morning Twit for Tweet




I'm trying to stay engaged in The Twitter Age but frankly, it isn't sticking. I think I just (always) have too many varying things on my mind to express them in 140 measly characters (or less). I kid you not, these are *just a few* of the things I thought about before 7:00AM this morning:

  • I wonder what day of the week it is. Oh well, somebody at work will tell me. πŸ˜’

  • Don't get me wrong, I like her but I'm so sick of the skinny Jennifer Hudson Weight Watcher ads, with her butchering that beautiful Nina Simone song. It's enough to make me want to overeat. 😳

  • Wait, did I get these pants out of the dirty clothes pile or the clean clothes pile? Uh oh, now I remember. 😷

  • What's up with women jogging in the pitch dark by themselves with earphones on?  And to think, rapists and murderers prefer the diligent ladies that carry mace and pepper spray, when they have a free all-you-can-kill buffet out there.

  • I bet the sound of a pin drop is quite loud to ants.

  • I'm not proud of it but I think my frighteningly flamboyant and periodically passionate personality (unintentionally) overwhelms weak people. Just ask my exes.

  • Do ants have ears? 🐜

  • How does Starbucks keep their coffee so dang hot?!  ☕ I can't believe I paid this much money to voluntarily have the taste buds burned out of my mouth. πŸ€‘

  • Scrambling to get out the door this morning, all I could find for lunch today was beans (and no Beano™). Oh yeah, this is gonna last a few days. Please pray for my co-workers and the seat of my pants. 🀒

  • Why is Kim Kardashian a celebrity? If pretty faces and big butts were enough to be famous, over half my hood would be "celebooties". 😐

  • I hear those exercise boot camps are absolutely addicting once you start. Unfortunately, I can only handle one addiction at a time and I choose alcohol. 🍷

  • Now take THAT Twitter!  How many characters was that?


(Okay, I still have a little luv for my mindless tweets. )

This is how it's SUPPOSED to be sung:




Saturday, June 4, 2011