Sister Golden Hair

This is the first night in forever that I don’t have anything else I’m supposed to be doing. It’s awesome.

I got done with Kahlua at five and drove home. I stopped at a gas station to pick up a six-pack, and I got carded. Love that. I almost kissed the guy. Yeah, that’s all it takes. I’m pretty easy.

When I got home, I’d gotten a Mother’s Day card from my sister, Julia. Awwww. So I called her while I walked Dog to thank her and ask which day Mother’s Day falls on this year. And P.S. I’m gonna need to get to the store to buy some cards…but not tonight.

Tonight is my “do nothing” night.


So, I hit my one hundredth post last night. I’ve noticed that this is when everyone writes a little something about him or herself. I did that once before, but I guess we can peel back another layer in honor of the occasion. So here are ten things about me…

I’m the middle child.

I’m five-foot-four-and-three-quarter-inches tall, but everyone thinks I’m taller because I have really long legs.

If I could get away with it, I’d wear nothing but jeans, a t-shirt, and flip flops, and I’ve found that in Florida you can do that pretty much everywhere you go and blend in.

I carry rosary beads in my purse, but I haven’t been to Mass, gone to Confession, or taken Communion in almost a year. I’m not sure why.

My all-time favorite song from the time I was a little girl until now is “Sister Golden Hair” by America.

The happiest memories from my childhood involve both my uncles playing guitar, someone on the piano, and “Jeremiah Was a Bullfrog.”

My memories of my grandmother always involve her playing “Moonlight Sonata” in the afternoon on the piano in the living room and of her teaching me how to play scales.

I flirt with everyone, and it almost always means nothing. As a matter of fact, if I’m not flirting with you, that usually means I like you a lot.

I almost always cry in private and usually in my car.

My idea of a vacation involves a beach, a bathing suit, and someone I love.


So there you go. Ten more things about me – the good, the bad, and the weird. Like you haven’t heard enough already! ;o)