CAPTAIN MIGRAINE
*Red robe tie to squeeze my migrainey head tight- check.
*White ghetto-rigged pirate patch to shut out the blinding light- check.
*Sloppy pillow to ensure longitudinal pain- check.
*Weighted blanket- check.
*Jokes for days- Josh. Not supposed to be laughing with a rager!
Me: “Dude, you have got to stop.”
Believe me when I say, I’ve given birth to a whole freaking person (x 4) and it didn’t touch my infamous migraines.
Thanks, J. I owe you one. x
p.s. Y (and D), thanks again sooooo much for your prayers, ladies. 68% UP. Even took off the pirate gear…
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*photo credit: Joshua Martin
Captain Jack Sparenone
Homegirl don’t play in the mornings. This is my you better run look. 1.19.22.
GROUNDHOG DAY
(Sorry Spielberg, I had to fix your colour cast! *Not my pic, all rights reserved.)
I feel like Celie from The Color Purple, after she done had the tar whooped out of her after fighting for everyone’s freedom for so long. Gone were the days of her fiery spirit when she’d stomp that foot down and defend herself against the brutality of the patriarchal system confining her. Nope! When her son came to her one day, asking for marital advice- in a creepy Twilight Zone move I did not see coming- she looked up, dissociatively, and muttered, “Beat her.”
“Another day, another **** ***.” Isn’t that what anon said in her hippie diary journals, Go Ask Alice? Yes, Chase Bank, it is. (Highly recommended read though! That book taught me how to properly smoke a joint at 13. Recommend!)
But back to poor Celie…
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INSIDE
THE IN-BETWEEN
She placed the towel over her head for a parachute, then with all of her might, ran as hard and fast as she could, running straight off the highest mountain. The towel fell from her grasp, and she fell and fell, squeezing her eyes closed, as much as her strength allowed. She continued to fall, until…she opened her eyes and saw that she was flying- soaring! Shaky, naked, afraid, uncertain, but safely up there with the clouds. ❤️
AND GOD SAID
“I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between Me and the earth.” – Genesis 9:13/KJV
Garden of the Gods. Shawnee National Forest. Illinois. (Almost SOOTC.)
SNACK
Egg. Parmesan. Mayo. Pan-seared, vine-ripened tomato- (macerated in lemon prior) on toasted whole grain brioche, on a glass plate. Perfection. No salt necessary.
WORDS ARE POWER
Over the years, I’ve had various individuals attempt to strike out at my blog, me personally, & try to have it removed.
Why? Because I’m a Truth teller, and I’m bold. I have 0 problems setting a record straight when lies make up its foundation.
There’s a difference in stating facts and stating opinions. Opinions are hollow, useless things. They dance around facts to confuse people. Facts, however, are truth. I can work with that.
What I can’t work with are untruths about my life, story, accounts, etc. on an allegedly “accurate account” website. I give you Exhibit A:
I’ve never lived in Louisville.
Exhibit B:
Why am I doing this? To set the record straight. The power of the blog!
Now this could get lengthy, so ain’t nobody gonna blame ya if you’d rather be off watching Tik Tok. I do my blog for me first.
Exhibit C:
Fourteen alternative names are known: Birgitta R Matzat, Birgitta Profitt, Lindsey Birgitta, Birgitta Lindsey, Birgetta Lindsey, Brigitta Lindsey, Birgita Lindsey, Brigitta R Lindsey, Kathryn L Williams, Willie B Piercy, Willie J Piercy, Kathryn L Dikes, Kathryn Williams, Birgitta Linsey.
Oh Lawd have mercy, where do I even begin? Three out of fourteen; not bad. Willie J. Piercey. << What the hell? 😂
Just gonna…straighten this up here…
Two alternative names are known: Birgitta R Matzat, Birgitta Profitt.
Exhibit D:
Birgitta is a resident of 908 East Chestnut Str, Jeff, IN 47130.
Now see, that’s how good I am at ninja-level invisibility. I haven’t lived there in 15 years.
Exhibit E:
Birgitta has visited ten cities. <<< 😅😂😅
Yuh know what? I’m gonna let ‘em have that one. If you visit 500, you visit 10. It’s like the imaginary number in Calculus. You can’t necessarily see it, but you better believe it’s there.
So you see, why am I such a mouthy broad- always having something controversial to say? Because I can. And I’m my own public defender, sooo…
Clustrfux.com, please update your records as it’s really annoying to see this travesty of the written word.
GUS SAYS
Can’t buy a friend. Gus is right. More people should be like Gus.
CHASE BANK = RUN
This is what happens when I’m transferred to 7 different reps & 1 bad supervisor in a 3 hour phone call of pass the buck with Chase Bank because they mysteriously locked my account without telling me so I can’t even access my own money now. Yeah. True story.
You know what they say: If life gives you lemons, throw ‘em at the goons & take phone pics instead.
Call us to unlock it. <<< Thaaaaaaaaanks.
DANCE WITH ME
So in keeping with my 2 posts per day average for 2022 (new year, new methodologies), I’m gonna throw this shizz your way. I was introduced to Taylor from School’s music 18-ish years ago? We met at the original Garageband, before Apple/Itunes bought them out. Make no mistake, he’s a master producer. His music is ultra hypnotic and absolutely flawless. Addictive? Hell yeah. Headphones are a must.
Without further ado; check this man out! I’m currently addicted to this track:
Listen. To. This. Track. One man army. He’s got a huge playlist there so…meander about after hearing Dance with Me. 😉
Yes, Y, I’m looking at you! Makes for an excellent playlist when creating art. I would know. 😉
WHO KNEW
…that my children’s book, Peanut Butter Soup, is on Google Books?! Not I; I only found out today. (Did I mention I was busy with school for 11-12 years?)
But that’s super cool! A nice little surprise today. If you’re reading this & you want the first 13 pages free, hit up the Google Books link. You’re welcome. 😉 I don’t mind sharing.
Here’s one on the house: Funny Spaghetti
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