But It Was Only Ornamental Plums!

And then there was the time I got a call from the garbage disposal service about two little boys throwing things at the garbage truck... 


Me:  Hello

Garbage Disposal Service:  Is this Mrs. Villarreal?

Me: Uh... (now I have a choice to make)

• Should I lie because my sons did warn me that such a call might be coming... "No, she's not home right now, may I take a message?" -- What values would I be teaching my boys?

• Or maybe I could say, "No hablo ingles"-- But what if the person speaks Spanish? AND then again, what values would I be teaching my boys?

• Or  BETTER YET I could revert to my Tongan roots and say "ikai mahino" -- I don't understand... But then there's that little issue of values I'm teaching my boys.

• OR I could hang up and just not answer when they call back... or I could accidentally drop the phone and break it into a thousand tiny pieces... or I could succumb to the primal urge of fight or flight and take off to run the ten miles I run every day in preparation for the Seattle Rock 'n' Roll Marathon...                                                             

(Oh, wait -- now I'm mixing reality with fantasy -- I only run in my dreams.)

Gone

Just revisiting an old favorite...

"Gone like a freight train, gone like yesterday.

Gone like a soldier in the Civil War -- bang, bang.

Gone like a '59 Cadillac,

Like all the good things that ain't never coming back.

She's gone, gone, gone, gone... she's gone!"

From Gone by Montgomery Gentry

I have a problem. It seems that I have misplaced my waist. I’m not sure how long she has been missing, but today it was quite evident that she is gone. I searched everywhere -- behind the dryer; underneath the pair of college jeans still hanging in my closet; between the pretty PJ’s so neatly tucked in my most bottom drawer; and even in that vintage cheerleader outfit hidden away in the old cedar chest. Still, I could not find her.

So, how does one go about filing a missing persons report when the subject is one of such sensitive matter?

It's All Coming Back to Me

"It was gone with the wind,

But it's all coming back to me now..."

Celine Dion 

Oh my! Was the last time I wrote really January 2012?  Holy chalupas!!  #%@##.... (and a bunch of other words that I will not print in a family-friendly blog).

Thank you to my friends who asked me what in the world I've been doing all this time and why I haven't been writing...  So good to count you as friends!