Dodging airborn cattle and hemi V-8s

At least we have fair warnings.

Whilst a resident of California I was on edge waiting on THE BIG ONE.  I suppose I'd rather some heads-up warning about a funnel cloud bearing air-born cattle and Hemi V-8 trucks with Texas-sized grill guards being whipped around and landing in my front yard.

Lot of Texas pride is thrown around this state of mine.

I'm not a native so I don't uphold the same sentiments.

But, this is not the place I want to live forever.

Mainly because our spring storms are wicked horrible.

And the bugs are so large I often think we should all run to the local pet store and get them ID tags and leashes.

I like a good looking cowboy, though.

And ranches are fun.

And no one makes a better margarita. 

 Ain't gonna lie, he's a beaut.

But seriously, I'm kinda over having to hang out with tres dogs in my master closet waiting out the storms and listening to the sirens go off warning me of "possible funnel clouds" and "take cover immediately".

Which reminds my arse, I best go out and get some emergency supplies.  Like more diapers for the geriatric beagle who can't seem to remember that peeing in the yard is better than on my hardwoods.  Or extra large raw hides to keep the massive foster dog entertained while storms come a knocking on our door.  Or a straight jacket for myself in case I'm locked in a closet for 3 days with the stinky beasts and I start going postal.

Not this kind of postal.

 More like this kinda cray-cray.

Recipe for self love

Via

My friends have moved on.

They found their soul mates.

I’m still trying to decipher if I like the taste of Sol, the fish.

I don’t.
The friends who were swinging single with me the last few years.
Are now partnered off and riding into the sunset.

I envy them.

I won’t lie.

I want what they have.

I try.

I really do.

I put myself out there.

I’ve joined new organizations.

Started running with a group of folks.

I attend events and get togethers when I’d rather be in the comfort and safety of my home.

And still, I wonder if he’s out there.

And where he is.

And if it was meant to be in this lifetime.

Or ever.

I don’t sit around the house sulking.

I keep busy.

Home improvement stuff.

Keeping a clean house.

Keeping fresh flowers on the dining room table.

Ensuring my front yard looks pruned and perfected.

And it dawned on me.

If I put as much effort into the investment of myself as I do my new house, I might not fret as much.

And so I shall.

I will continue to invest in me.

In my own dreams.

In my own reality.

In my own beliefs.

And stop worrying about what other people are doing and their life stages.

It’s not a race.

It’s a journey.

And one I need to embrace.

Because in the end, all I have is me.

And that's a wonderful concept.

I enjoy me.

It’s OK that my hair doesn’t have the length I wish for.   

That’s changeable.

It’s OK my thighs aren’t tooth-pick thin. 

It’s genetics.

It’s OK my nose isn’t a pristine sniffer straight out of a Hollywood magazine cover.  

 It’s mine.  And usually theirs are airbrushed.

It’s OK if my teeth aren’t perfect.  

There's a dentist willing to file an insurance claim for me.

It’s OK if I don’t love all the clothes in my closet.  

 There will be more sales and hangers to fill soon enough.

It’s OK if I don’t have designer handbags and wallets.  

My bank account suffices.

It’s OK if the wrinkles around my forehead and eyes are becoming exaggerated with age.   

There’s a Botox needle somewhere in sight.

It’s OK.

Because this life is mine for the taking.

And I’m taking it all in.

And focusing on me.

Learning to heart me.

 Via

To thine own self be true.

Via