STUCK IN A RABBIT HOLE

Monday…
In case any of you ever thought I’m not one of those people who’d chase a Squirrel just because it ran by during a conversation, let me enlighten you. I’m laying here this fine Monday morning reading tons of reviews for a scarf/valance window treatment that I have absolutely no intention of purchasing, nor was I looking for any type of new curtain. But the ad showed up while scrolling through here and it was kind of pretty so…here I am. Deep in a rabbit hole. People here seem to really like this valance/scarf. Maybe I should paint again. Wait, what was I saying?

Tuesday:

Ramblings of Lucy. You can keep going if you wish😉.
Remember the other day when I got trapped in the comments of strangers’ on a JCP ad that I happened to scroll by about a curtain that I wasn’t even looking to buy? First of all let me just say, I don’t even typically read through the comments of something I’ve actually commented on unless it’s my post, I’m tagged and someone is specifically speaking to me, or they reply specifically to me, or I just happen to see it; but here I am AGAIN, reading comments by complete strangers on a subject even MORE boring than curtains, and that’s billboards 😂.
Not even a certain billboard that says something funny or a debate about them. It was about billboards in general, online vs physical, and I was just curious about what people thought about it.
But why? Turns out they didn’t have any opinions. I guess I’m just curious by nature; and on another note, I haven’t forgotten about that dang curtain! I am not in the market for a curtain! But every time I walk by a window here, I think how good that curtain would look there. I hope I don’t suddenly try to buy a billboard for absolutely no reason now 🤦‍♀️.
#Lucy #rabbithole 

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VIVA LAS VEGAS

Who ziplines in a dress and high heels over Fremont Street in Las Vegas? Lucy does, that’s who.
 I didn’t plan it that way, but most of the things I do don’t usually go as planned 😉 Special thanks to “Zilla” for all the great pics they took of us. Yes, we paid for them.

#RickyandLucyForever

TAKE A LETTER, MARIA; ADDRESS IT TO …LUCY?

Most everyone is aware that my husband regularly calls me Lucy, as in Lucy Ricardo (Lucille Ball) and most of my pals know why. I often unintentionally conduct myself the same as Lucy would. There’s never a shortage of oddball behavior on my part. I tend to be clumsy, and almost everything I try to do starts off as a simple task yet, somehow turns into an entire sitcom worth of material.

I’ve been hiking my hind-end down to my mailbox and back each day hoping today will be the day that I get my first piece of mail from my barrelassin’ son who is currently away at boot camp. Today was my lucky day! All of the mothers in the Airmen’s Wingmom group have been posting daily about receiving their first piece of mail which contains all of the graduation information needed to attend the ceremony. Well, my friends, today was my lucky day!! I got the letter. I was so excited and I couldn’t wait to tear it open! I was sure to take a photo of it first for his scrapbook, and then I snatched it up-along with two more letters that for a few seconds, made me even more excited when I saw the address. For a fleeting moment I thought he had also written me other letters as well. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! I wrote this child a letter and mailed it to myself. And if that’s not bad enough, my husband did the same thing!!

Now, I’ve been to school, and I’ve sent and received mail for many years. I’m 100% familiar with this process and how it all works. The only thing I can figure is that because I’ve been so busy the last couple of months sending out invitations to my other son’s high school graduation, and most recently have been mailing out thank you cards to everyone, my mind must have been playing tricks on me and I was likely a wreck and crying when I addressed the envelope, too, that for some reason I put all of his mailing information on the sender’s designated space of the envelope and my name and address in the receiving party’s designated space. In this particular case, I am the sender and the receiver. I just can’t wait to see what I said. As far as my husband goes, he has a much better excuse. When he told me he had a letter to mail to our son, I showed him my letter on the table so that he could copy the address onto a separate envelope because mine was already sealed and stamped. Naturally, without any thought he has simply copied it the way I had it written out, but you would think between the two of us, one of us would’ve caught this mistake. I guess now I can start calling him Ricky! Luuuuucy!…I’m home!

Have a good one, Barrelassers 🙂

NO PAIN- NO GAIN :(

You know those days when you find bruises randomly scattered about your body and you have no idea where they came from? Yesterday was one of those days for me. I noticed two, what looked to be strategically placed bruises on the front of my right thigh. One right above the other. Had I been beaten? No. That doesn’t seem very logical. Had I been drinking and just couldn’t recall what had happened to my leg? Now that seems logical! But I hadn’t been drinking so I simply couldn’t blame it on the alcohol.
     
                                           

Horseback riding, Whitewater rafting, mountain climbing, Salsa dancing, Tumbling, or Football? Nope! Mosh Pit? Hell no! I haven’t learned any new physically challenging skills and yet I have the bruises to show for it. I know my husband would say that it’s because I’m “Lucy” like he always says, but I don’t think it would be too much to just consider the fact, for one moment in time, that maybe, just maybe, I’m thorough. I do not know what I’ve done. I do not know why I have these unsightly bruises on my leg, but I think it’s more important to see the whole underlying picture here.

I may not have a single clue that leads me to the little answers, but it’s perfectly clear to me, that whatever the hell I’ve done, once wasn’t good enough. I did it, and apparently backed up and did it again just to be sure I got it right.

Enjoy, Barrelassers 🙂