2 Lips.

Yesterday I saw we had these 3 pretty yellow tulips in our backyard garden, they had been hidden behind a bunch of crap but when I was out there with Buddy I saw them so I picked them before the wild rabbits eat the petals off and today it's finally NOT raining after a week straight of rain and being stuck inside(and feeling like a hostage!) we can finally get back to sitting outside in the sun again and for pretty much all this upcoming week as well(yay!) and it's supposed to be 18 C or so, and on the 9th the 19 YR old has a birthday and turns 20 as well and this morning my hubby headed off for the American side of the Falls for his chess tournament and I told him to e-mail me when he gets there and I'm just dying to know if they let him across the border not having had the Covid Clot-Shot, and if he makes it across ok then he can have some NY-style pizza to celebrate! I told him have fun, drive safe, and good luck! On Sunday the 16 YR old is also going to Niagara Falls camping for a few days with his friend and his family,too.Tomorrow is also King Charles' Coronation (it would be a perfect target for a terrorist attack,too, esp. with all the world leaders attending) and here in the Colonies it starts at 3 am due to the time difference and some people are actually getting up that early to watch it too but as for me I'll just see the recap on the regular news coverage in the evening.It always makes me laugh too how the British call their grandmothers Nana or Nan as it sounds like banana or makes me think of naan, the Indian flatbread.

Yesterday morning after my bath I also put my shirt on backwards but didn't even notice it until hours later( I'm such a doofus) and I saw a teen girl walking home from school, her backpack bulging with books and it reminded me of myself at that age and I didn't realize it at the time but I was happy then and people shouldn't be so eager to grow up and should just enjoy being young while they can because being an adult sucks, and if my hubby gets turned away at the border he said he can play in a tourament in Collingwood instead and when I said I lived in that shithole for 9 months and it was the longest year of my life and it wasn't even a year the 28 YR old pointed to where my uterus used to be and quipped, ....and I lived in that shithole for 9 months!  and when I told him I thought you weren't going to be mean to me? he denied it and said But I AM mean. So you're saying that you don't want me to be myself? and I told him, Normally, yes, but NOT if being 'yourself' is being mean; in that case then be someone else. Last night scrolling on Quora I was also shocked and hurt to see and recognize one of my trans Facebook friend's photo on there, unauthorized I'm sure, as it was used in a cruel, mocking way, making fun of her saying she looked like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family  (and it hurt my heart because that's my friend! )and I pondered whether or not I should tell her as she should have the right to know about the mis-use of her photo and that some asshole is out there making fun of her but then decided against it and it would hurt her and sometimes there are things that you're just better off not knowing.

I can also still remember( and laugh) when I was around 3 and at the babysitters and playing with her son around the same age and we made hickies all over eachother's arms, legs and backs pretending we were Dalmations( hence all the "spots") and when my mother came to pick me up she was mad and demanded an answer and then got even madder when the sitter said that it was me that did it to both of us and of course her little boy was completely innocent....and then my mother shot back, Well, how did she manage to give herself hickies all over her back?  I also can still remember the white Muskoka chairs she had in her yard and the contrast they had with the green grass and I called their grandmother Oma (German for Granny or Grandma) too because that's what everyone else called her.. It's so funny the things you remember from your childhood, both the good and the bad....and the funny.

Just don’t drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.-Beverly Osbourne DeLoach