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looking for magical creatures and wonderous things.
They stopped at a lovely spot
to have a picnic amongst the enchanted forest trees.
Something sparkly caught the maiden's eye...
"No! She thought..this cannot be so!"
"I cannot really be seeing what I THINK I am seeing!"
So, she called the Knight over to see if she might be mistaken.
The Knight warned the maiden: "Do not touch them! They might be cursed!
It is surely a TRICK!".
The Maiden heeded the Knight's warning and did the only wise thing
the Maiden could have done.
She took a picture of them:
Oh, yes....Princess slippers!
Right in the MIDDLE of the enchanted forest....just sitting there!!!
Then, the Maiden decided that perhaps she should take some MORE pictures of them.
Maybe she could get some clues as to where the Princess who owned them were...
(The Maiden was a little concerned about how dirty the INSIDE of the magic Princess shoes were and wondered why the Princess shoes were missing some sparkle, but tried NOT to think about why).
But then, the Maiden noticed even something MORE strange.
It appeared that the missing Princess who lost these shoes
in the middle of the enchanted forest,
didn't know if she was COMING or GOING!:
The Maiden asked the Knight: "What do you make of this Sire?"
"Was the Princess confused as to her direction in life?"
"Was Princess life too stressful for her so she twirled in opposite directions and got all twisted up?"
"Where do you think the Princess who lost these shoes is?"
and even WORSE....
the Maiden began to really worry:
"What if the Princess has had an evil spell put on her and she has been changed into something or someone ELSE???"
The Maiden looked around the enchanted forest for clues.
And she spied the most beautiful butterfly on a nearby branch:
Could THIS be the Princess of the Missing Shoes?
But the butterfly giggled just like a butterfly giggles,
and softly flittered away.
Or, "Oh Mon Deux!" (said the Maiden who only had two years of high school French, therefore could not think anything else in French).."could the Princess of the Missing Shoes
have been turned into THIS (by an evil WITCH?)":
"Oh Gosh, I hope not!"said the Maiden. "Because WHO would want to live out the rest of a Princess life as a FUNGI?"
The Maiden saw a puddle on the side of the road then.
And she was AMAZED
to see little fish swimming in the PUDDLE!
Surely one of them was the Princess of the Missing Shoes...
because HOW ON EARTH did these fish end up in a puddle???:
So the Maiden asked the fish, one by one...
"Are you a Princess of the Missing Shoes?"
none of them answered her.
(Which obviously means either the fish were stuck up
or they didn't understand English.)
Either way, it didn't solve the mystery.
Just then, the Maiden heard some tapping in the Enchanted Forest.
"Perhaps that is the Princess of the Missing Shoes trying to communicate with me!", she exitedly exclaimed.
She looked everywhere to find the source of the sound.
Finally, the Mainden saw what creature was tapping:
A pileated woodpecker!!!
Or WAS it?
Was THIS the Princess of the Missing Shoes???
I mean, look at that gorgeous red crown...it was certainly FIT for a Princess!!
But the bird quit tapping and flew away.
Surely if the bird WAS the Princess of the Missing Shoes, she would have stayed and kept trying to tap out a message to get rescued by the Knight or the Maiden.
Wouldn't you think?
And, for some reason, the Knight wasn't even concerned about the Maiden and her frantic search for the Princess of the Missing Shoes....
In fact, instead, ...the Knight kept repeating to the Maiden:
"Don't TOUCH those shoes...who knows where they've BEEN??"
"And why on earth are you taking photos of them?"
Non-blogging Knights just don't get it sometimes.
But it was getting dark by this time in the enchanged forest.
Besides, the Maiden had to get home (to do maidenly things)
the Knight had to get home (to do whatever Knights do).
It was time to get back in the carriage and do just that.
The Maiden was very sad that she could not find
the Princess of the Missing Shoes.
The Knight continued to not give a shit.
So, for the MAIDEN's SAKE----(ignore the Knight!)
whatever you do....
if you see any critters you think might be
the cursed Princess of the Missing Shoes in the woods....
please have her get in touch with the Maiden immediately
(through my blog of course)...
so the Maiden can tell the Princess of the Missing Shoes
exactly where they are.
This is most important, because after a hard winter in the U.P. of Michigan,
her sparkly slippers
are going to be
in pretty bad shape....
a deer might be sporting them for attention.
And just try and explain THAT to a U.P. Hunter on November 15th!!
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I am often found chortling, guffawing and snorting upon reading them and thinking how crazy funny they are, and always amused on how humorous they think.
Having said this, I also, upon reading their blogposts, think to myself that I should give this free thought-flowing writing a go on my blog. But then I stop. Because, do I really want everybody out there to know how CRAZY I am?
To know how I really might think, mind jumping from one crazy thought to another, along with anecdotals and perhaps numbered lists of thoughts?
Well, as of today, HELL, YEAH!
So, be prepared...because from now on you might see some blogposts entitled: "Random Thoughts about Random Subjects".
And, so that brings us to today's Random Thoughts, which won't be totally random this time in character, but rather a true story this time:
1. When I turned 50, I was on a trip away from home for two weeks straight for work training.
2. It sucked.
3. And of course, when one is turning fifty, you start bemoaning aging and getting old and all those self-defeating thoughts. Like, how long will I live, really? And will I be happy the whole dang time or will I wish I got hit by a Mac truck? How long do I WANT to live? 80? 100? I decided to choose 102. It's a nice round number. And, usually, when I set out to do something, I make it happen. So.
There. It's settled. 102 it is.
4. So, in a moment of insanity, I came up with a brilliant plan. (Because I am awesome like that in an aging crisis).
5. My plan? Go get my first tattoo to mark this momentous occasion. (Don't judge! I hear you out there clicking your tongue in disapproval). (I also hear those of you out there cheering, saying: Good for you, old girl!....heavy on the OLD).
6. Now, you had to be there. This was in conservative Ames, Iowa...where men are men and the sheep are nervous. I was hanging out with the medical work crew that were training me: who wouldn't swear if they had a mouthful of sh*t. Their idea of a good time was to go for a ride to show me where all the local churches were, if you get my drift.
7. So I set out on my own, to find a TATTOO shop in Iowa. Yeah. I know. I may have been fifty, but that does not equate being brilliant about local cultures.
8. Laugh if you will, but believe it or not, they had one! I pictured going in and maybe they'd have some samples of the type of tattoos one would want to get. And, being in Iowa, I figured maybe things like crosses, bible verses and an occasional rose would be there to choose from.....
9. None of which I wanted tattooed to symbolize my reaching half a freaking century.
10. Before going in, I parked my car and watched who was going in and out of the shop.
11. Besides calculating how long it had been since my last tetanus shot.
12. A few people came in and out...some "hard core" and some fairly normal folks were seen.
13. I remembered that I should have had some wine first.
14. I walked in the shop. Two long haired guys about 25 glanced over and then at each other.
15. One of them raised their right eyebrow. (I saw you do it, Dude!)
16. I nervously asked if I could see one of their (100 pound) photo albums of past tattoos given, to which they half-chuckled "sure".
17. I looked at them all, whilst glancing around their shop to assure they had a sterilizer and that it looked clean and searched for a license on the wall from the state of Iowa (check, check and check).
18. I decided what I wanted. Out of the blue. No pictures of it existed in their book.
19. I have no idea what possessed me to decide on what I wanted. It just "came" to me. (So NOW the universe decided to give me some Divine Intervention! You know, I could have used it soooo many other times during my long fifty years on the planet. But NO. This is the time it came. Who was I to argue with the timing of Divine Intervention?)
20. During the search through the tattoo books, I saw a TON of Chinese Calligraphy to choose from....which was very tempting...The calligraphy was fluid and pretty with flowing caps and lines to lure one into symbolizing one's philosophy of life. I mean, how else to signify one making it to half a century than to slap a "forever" philosophy on one's arm, boob or thigh?
21. There were symbols of everything! "Joy", "Hope", "Charity towards Mankind", "Love", etc. Even "Longevity" which would have been perfect upon this insane occasion of mine.
22. But, then I got to thinking.
23. How would this pastey-white, fifty yr. old U.P. woman ever know if the symbols REALLY stand for what they said they stood for?
24. I mean....I might pick the "longevity" symbol and proudly wear it on my body somewhere.....and a whole culture might be laughing their asses off....because what it really says is: "This pastey white, fifty year old U.P. woman thinks this stands for Longevity..what a dumb ass".
25. Or, it might really say: "All white people are stupid".
26. Or, it might say: "Who has the last word on Communism NOW?"
27. Or, it might say: "This stupid person actually bought the idea that this symbol means something! Gheesh what a flaming idiot...try to sell her something, she'll buy it. I guarantee it".
28. Really, people. Who really knows what ANY of those symbols really mean?? Who is going to tell us the TRUTH?
29. (Picture Jack Nicholson:) "you want the TRUTH? you want the TRUTH? You can't HANDLE the truth!"
30. Hey, I didn't make it to fifty by being that dumb. So, I bypassed the Chinese Calligraphy symbols.
31. Although I did consider looking for one out there somewhere that symbolized: "Not gullible".
32. So, please take heed of my fifty-plus wisdom and bypass the Chinese Calligraphy symbols when you get your tattoo....you never know what it really means.
33. P.S. I really did get a tattoo there.
34. I didn't get any hepatitis or diseases or so much as a skin rash. They used sterile conditions and did not make fun of me when I got it.
35. At least to my face.
36. I put a small wreath of flowers shaped like a heart on my inner right ankle.
37. Can we say (all together now:) "ouch!" because needles boring on your ankle bone hurts, people!
38. My husband loved it.
39. I haven't regretted it yet. It is tastefully done and beautiful.
40. I made an executive decision that to celebrate living so long, I will continue to get ONE small tattoo every decade beyond 50 that I am blessed with on this earth.
41. Which means 60 is coming yet....and I will have to go through the mental torture of deciding what to get next time. Not to mention the physical torture of a thousand tiny needle pricks again.
42. Which means when I turn 100, I will have a total of 5 of them somewhere on my wrinkling, sagging body. At least I will be entertaining to the younger folks at the morgue when they haul in my wrinkling, sagging, dead ass.
43. Which also means (because I watch CSI, people!) that if my body should ever become dismembered, relatives will be able to identify me by whatever body part they find. (No need to thank me, relatives...I am just thoughtful like that!)
44. Which means when I turn 100, I might just get that Chinese Calligraphy tattoo that stands for "longevity."
45. That is, if I can find some sweet Chinese person who I trust with my life to tell me the truth and guarantee to me that it really says: "Longevity"....
46. And who will also tell me what the other ones REALLY say............(because at 100, I am going to need some humor!) Just talk realllly loud, Okay?
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