Saturday, October 22, 2016


So I did my part to keep the good ole U.S. of A. in the blue and get the state as blue as possible.

From my lips to God's ears!

On other fronts, it's been a night of nostalgia chez Bliss.

I've been listening to a lot of 70s music (rock, pop, and disco mostly) on the YouTube. And I began to really miss Mr. Bliss in a way I haven't in a long time. It made me sad but not overwhelmingly so.

I know if he was still here and not at work, we might have been dancing then snuggling on the sofa.

Thankfully I turned on James Corden and I'm now getting a belly full of laughs.

Thanks James!

And although I had planned to say more, I must bid you kind folks good night.

The lavender essential oil that I mix with my night moisturizer is luring me away from the keyboard. I know she's planning to push me into a pile of pillows and blankets and I'm just too tired to fight her.

Bon nuit y'all.

Sweet dreams... 

Friday, October 21, 2016


Happy Friday folks.

So much to tell and so little time.

Looks like this will be a multi-posting, to be continued at a later time or date...

I'll start with saying I'm in a peculiar kind of mood today so if I say anything that offends you, suck it up.

Let's get started!

Early voting began yesterday in my neck of the woods.

I'll be heading over to cast my ballot today.

Lots of lines on the news yesterday so I'll likely stick a paperback in my purse.

Thank God they did away with that bullsh*t voter ID law. Not that I don't have identification but we all know what that crap was about. As if voter fraud was proven to run rampant in this state...

I don't understand racist bigots and white supremacists. If they're really better than everyone else, why do they fight so hard to handicap others?

Supremacy just is. It shouldn't require active suppression or degradation of others on the part of the so-called superior person.

Which leads to thoughts of the "one-drop" rule that unofficially determines a person's blackness in America.

As we Americans know, it only applies to people whose blackness can be visually identified. If it really meant anything, we'd all have to submit to DNA testing and carry our documents around to prove our blackness or lack there of.

But I'll say this: if it only takes one drop of black blood to make a person colored, that's some strong sh*t right there.

Maybe that's why they fear us.

Any who, time go get dressed.

Gotta do my part to make sure America turns bluer than a beautiful Carolina sky!

Wednesday, October 12, 2016


Good morning and Happy Wednesday folks.

It's almost 1 a.m. and I'm tired. Fighting sleep and exhaustion because I felt compelled to write this post before I turn in...

I'll get right to the point because I'm losing the battle.

The last dream I had before I awoke Tuesday morning featured my first husband, whom I haven't seen or heard from in over a decade.

Upon awakening, I jumped right into doing other things and I lost the tendrils of the dream. But all day, thoughts of hubby #1 lingered in the fringes.

Finally I decided to Google him.

He has a common name, requiring me to fully utilize my finely-honed research skills. It took about 15 minutes to find the onion; another 15 or so to peel it.

To be succinct, I learned he was murdered several years ago.

I won't repeat the particulars but I will say I wasn't surprised that it happened. How it happened was a shocker because I knew him to be a cautious man.

Maybe he got sloppy in his later years.

Or maybe it was... something else.

It was said to have been a random event.


Wednesday, October 5, 2016


Happy Wednesday everyone!

May all you love and cherish bring you joy and happiness for the duration!

In mundane news on my end:

That pesky sewing kit made its way into my awareness again.

Every other week or so I check Aldi's website, to see if any of my favorites (almond butter, organic fruit) are on sale.

Aldi also sells household items, a few toiletries, etc.

When I checked yesterday evening, there was a sewing kit in the specialty items being sold in that week's stash. (Their household merchandise rotates every week, beginning on Wednesday.)

Third time's the charm, right?

On a similar topic, last night's dream featured butter. I was helping a friend clean out her freezer so we could have room for more food (I was visiting for a few days). She didn't realize there was stuff hidden in the back of the freezer, under the freezer tray.

There were several small tubs of butter in the freezer. Some had to be tossed out because the tubs were open. At least one of the tubs had a few bugs crawling in it. (Yuck!)

Of course I checked my dream book soon after I awoke.

Butter:  A fortunate dream no matter what form it took. Even rancid butter signifies a secure future.

Bugs:  There is a warning in this dream against unfortunate influences around you, unless you succeeded in driving the bugs off or getting rid of them in some way, in which case it is a dream of contrary and signifies imminent money luck. See also Insects.

Well... The "secure future" remains to be seen, yes?

As for "imminent money luck", I'll keep y'all posted.

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Today I ran a few errands after I dropped Baby Bliss at work.

At my favorite local thrift store, I found two sets of lovely pillow cases and a high thread count sheet for my bed. 

I also bought three books I hope to read in this lifetime: Jesus' Jewishness, The Universe in Miniature in Miniature, and The Way of the Pipe.

I really really really need to get back to reading from my own library so I can donate the books I don't want to keep. My bookcases are gasping for air.

With all my texting and reading online, I usually read printed books when I'm on the toilet or at the park. There was a time I carried paperbacks in my purse to pull out when caught in a long line at the store. These days I'm pulling out my phone to play my favorite game or check text messages.

This here technology sure does change a girl.

Any way, it's well past lunch time and I haven't even had breakfast.

Time for some vittles!

Ciao folks!