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Can I just tell you? This whole site needs an overhaul. My goodness! Thank you for visiting, come back again in a few weeks. I still appreciate your support. :)
 
I love your support. So many of you have encouraged me to keep writing all these years. I took a few years off because I wasn't feeling very confident about my skill and self-conscience about my subject matter. I really appreciate your gentle (sometimes haunting) push to get back on the proverbial horse. My favorite thing in the world is making someone laugh, typically at my own expense. It warms my heart to hear that my silly stories have helped you smile or laugh out loud when you felt like that's the last thing you could do.

 

I also really appreciate the support of many boyfriends who read through my entire collection of crazy and still chose to continue dating. I'm not sure if you felt bad for me or found me charming. Regardless, thanks for the encouragement.

 

I'm going to change things up a little bit. As you may have guessed, from some of my posts, I have aspirations of writing a book. (Or two, three, or four… We'll see.) Anyway, all of my stories, up to 3/6/17, are true and happened to me. I'm thinking about adding some characters to my stories and playing around with fiction writing. You'll be able to tell the real stories from fiction. I think. ;-)

 

I'm not sure what my books are going to be like, yet. I've always enjoyed reading fiction but, maybe non-fiction is the right path for me. I'm pretty confident with the voice I've developed in telling my silly stories and would like to continue to write in that tone. I know I'm going to start off slow because, as you know, self-discipline has never been one of my stronger qualities. I may try to play around with other subjects, too. Stay tuned.

 

This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or just make you laugh out loud.

If there's ever a story that really hits your funny bone or makes your day, let me know. I'd love to hear from you.

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Monday, February 23, 2009

 Limbo

So, is it weird that I want to set up a permanent limbo pole in my apartment? I went to the Travel Show this weekend in hopes of finding a great deal on my next adventure. I was so overwhelmed with choices, I couldn’t decide. So I left with a bag full of brochures and an incredible urge to limbo.

As I strolled through the Caribbean section, I became fixated on Jamaica. Not because of the island, reggae or even the weather. It was the “show” that sucked me in.

A Jamaican man was up on stage with a reggae band showing off his “skills” at limbo. He was wearing silvery spandex pants and a leather belt with silver studs that dropped down like a loin cloth… And, that’s it. I know; seriously.

The show was part of a competition. The best limbo-er would win a trip for two to Jamaica. So, the “star” went through the audience looking for competitors. He carried the females to the stage like Tarzan rescuing Jane. I was completely in awe. I desperately wanted to join in the fun but my arms were weighed down with my purse and a plastic bag filled with useless brochures.  (I knew damn well the bag was going to sit in my kitchen unopened for at least a month before I threw it out.)

During the show, Tarzan demonstrated how it was done for each of the pole heights. I couldn’t help but admire his flawlessly cut pectoral region as he sashayed back and forth, rotating his hips in all kinds of directions, to loosen up before he glided under the pole. As the limbo stick got lower, he removed his only excess piece of clothing, the loin cloth belt.

Well, can I just tell you? I have never dated a Jamaican man but I may need to explore that a little further. That was 3 days ago, I’ve been practicing with my Swiffer hovering over kitchen chairs ever since.

This year’s winner was a skinny little, early 20-something. Next year’s winner will be a curvaceous, late 30-something.

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