A Gentle Nudge....

  It is a glorious fall day in Atlanta Georgia, still packing some heat. Temps are hovering in the high 80's, and the painters remain a constant!
 When Bob Newhart, aka my hubby, speaks, "Bonnie, it has been ten days since you have blogged, what is wrong?"
" Painters being at my house for months on end, cause chaos in my brain!" I yelled in a ladylike fashion!
" I have many blogs in my head, but they are stuck. September has me under her thumb! flattened! ugh!"

So here I am, after I moved all the clothes off the table, that need to go upstairs! " How am I suppose to be creative and write, in a mess?" Guess that is what I get for writing in the kitchen, oh well , let me put pen to paper!!!

I have been diagnosed with ADD for many years, I think most people have it. For years I took medication, until I figured out that the meds helped my scatted brain, but took away my Bonnie-ness, so I just told my family and the world to enjoy my ADD, its who I am.
That is where my sense of humor comes from, and without that, no dice.
Last week was a perfect example of crazy fun in my brain.
While getting dressed for the day, I decided I was going to wear high heels like my Aunt Daisy. This thought just popped into my brain, while the lipstick was effortlessly applied. The stories of Aunt Daisy frying chicken in hooker heels for the people staying at her home. It was common years ago, that families opened their homes like a boarding house, to make extra money. Aunt Daisy was one of these angels. Living in Elba Alabama, in Satan's humidity, frying chicken in pumps. She did not waiver, whatever she was wearing, those heels were on her feet, even on her second job. Yes, after feeding the multitude, she worked in retail all damn day long, only to walk home at lunch, not a sandwich, a big mother cooter lunch!! Then when her feet were past going,  she would start dinner, remember there was no air conditioner!!!  Food from scratch, and her laughing like a school girl, happy as a meadow lark, in her high heels. My other aunties would tell stories of her clacking on the linoleum, cooking like a crazy lady. People adored her, and I knew her only from the endless stories. This one morning, I was going to wear heels outside in the yard, cooking supper, going shopping, sitting in a chair reading, I was going to prance like my Aunt Daisy, surely she must have known the shoes had secret powers, and I was not even cutting up a chicken!!! So I put on some beige six inch heels, and tried to walk down the stairs, holding on for dear life. They did sound good on the hardwood floors, should I talk to the painters in shorts, a tee shirt and my pumps? Absolutely, walk the dog?? Lord have mercy, make a cake? I already had to crank down the AC, and my calf muscles were beginning to scream, so I took them off and looked at the jewels, through out the day. I think they were on my feet less then an hour, but that hour was Awesome!!! How did she do it, my Aunt Daisy? I salute her style, and strength in hard times. I also wish I had a piece of her fried chicken, right now. I would even put on my big girl shoes to eat it, in her memory!!
Now let me go remind my partner for thirty two years, that I will do better and write each day, so as to entertain him!!!!