32nd OK FINE 33rd Tuesday

Hello Readers....

I can't put anything past you, right? Just so you know it is 3pm Tuesday and while I could be fleeing for the hills, I choose you. Hmmm..I choose you reminds me of something...I CHOOSE YOU, SPEEDRACER...maybe. I don't know. Feel free to drop me a FB post should you 1)be a Dear Reader, 2)have a Facebook, and 3)actually know me on said FB. First things first...I had to answer a rather stupid question yesterday and I thought to myself how cool it would be if I had a VOICE. I don't mean a voice voice, duh I have that...imagine if I were a mute blogger...no I mean a VOICE. In the car the other day (never mind you, what car) a child was playing with an iPhone. The app that she was playing with was a voice scrambler thingie. I wish I had an internal voice scrambler. That way, when someone asks me a stupid question, instead of me responding in my regular LolaTone, I could say almost menacing..."WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO??!!". I think I would use my powers mostly for good like, when the kids do something that I don't like..."GO TO BED RIIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHHHHHHT NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!". For the kids I would need a special echo maker, so that I could be uber ominous. I could go on forever, but I'll let you be, seeing as its never going to happen.

Did I mention to you the looooong email that I wrote to an old friend? I think I did a few blogs ago. Well that old friend has morphed to no friend. It hurts, but not as much as it hurt to watch the friendship dwindle to nothing. Do you understand what I mean? I rather it be over than watch the wreck that it was becoming. I find it hard to believe that there is someone who rather not be my friend, but I also wish for internal voice scrambler powers, so what the hell do I know? I'm going to hold on to the good memories of the friendship and not dwell on the sad. Pardon me if I revisit now and then, its only natural. Like my hair....on to the next....

My hair is currently too short. Naturally curly hair is something I had to learn to embrace but my naturally curly hair is just too short. There is only so much that I can do with it and still look like a member of society. Between you and I, I rather it wild and all over the place...but it does not do me well. Contrary to popular belief I don't sit in Starbucks all day, dressed in purple, blogging away. I have a very regular job and I have to look a certain way. It took me years to conform to matching socks, so I am a work in progress, to say the least. Today I have a scarf folding into a headband to keep everything where it should be. Without this scarf my hair would be HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR...instead of what it should be, hair. I love it. I just need it to grow maybe an inch more and it will be back to where I need it to be. Yesterday I had it completely covered in the scarf. That morning, I washed it and tied it down, the LazyLola way of getting some control. I thought it looked fine, until one of my staff came in...and in a "woman of a certain age" proclaimed, "get that off your head!". I realize that that was disrespectful and maybe if I were a different Lola I would have pimp smacked her, but she is reeeeeeeaaaaaaallllllyy OLD...like passport picture in coal on stone old and I just snickered and went about my day. This is the same old crone that calls me by my first name because she "can never pronounce Latina names". I think its because she knew Coco Chanel in elementary school, therefore refusing to call some infant Ms. Anything.

Whatever, Readers, you just have to let some things go. I let things go. To some, I may let things go to far, but hello...work in progress here. There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, but I cannot remember. I bet if I actually blogged weekly instead of faking the funk every other week, I would not be going through this. It is what it is, right?

Sometimes I wish I could see you when you read my blogs. Dear Readers, I want you to know that I appreciate your attention to the dire straits of my life. LOL. I'm kidding, my dire straits are no more dire than your own. Everyone has their something...and your something is the most urgent to you. I respect that. I remember!! Pikachu! I choose you, Pikachu...smh.

You get me. That's why I love you.


Lola