Maam, step away from the tree and put down the knife.

So, this man ...

http://pukkapurl.blogspot.com/2010/03/plucking-daisy-petals-is-little-like.html ... 

who is the same man mentioned here

http://pukkapurl.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-can-check-all-boxes-but-you-cant.html 

informed me that he is coming very soon to perform at a venue fairly near where I live.  I'm thinking of meeting him.  I probably shouldn't, but I am ready to get outside of my personalized box.  My box which has been monogrammed to isolated perfection.  I swear I could become a hermit, if I didn't have family, friends and a certain someone ... all who really like me and desire my real life company.  I often happily nuzzle into my little cocoon of a world until I hit the far side of reality.  Once reality bites me in the dark, I remember that I also love activities located beyond the realm of my brain.  When that happens, as it did yesterday, I turn around and go the other way.  I want to dance, I want to hike, I want to feel a sea breeze, I want to build a sand castle, I want to be silly and take pictures with someone that likes being silly with me, I want to sit beneath trees and whine that it's hot outside (all the while being joyful that I'm OUTSIDE).  That man mentioned above is high energy, professionally silly and always up for whatever I have in mind.  So, its house cleaning time .... maybe I will find my sand bucket, my compass, my whistle and my backpack beneath the rubble ... oh I can't forget my little red Swiss Army knife ... you just never know when a girl will need to carve a heart around some initials.  Would it be totally wicked if the initials didn't belong to my companion?  I save those only for true love and my heart refuses to acknowledge that Pookie and I don't belong together.   


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Dream a little dream with me ...

If I could, I would walk out onto the veranda enveloped by a sparkling green backyard, which is tempting me on my wall calendar. Once there, I would pull up a few more of those black wicker chairs, turn on the coffee pot, ice down a tub of sodas, mix up some mint juleps, and chill a few bottles of wine. Then, I would call Jack Johnson and invite him and his guitar over for an easy breezy day of serenading. Then, I would invite you ALL over. It's springtime in my imagination, so we only need a light sweater, and to chase the sunshine as it moves across the veranda. Ohhhh, I doooooo hope you can come ... and bring an appreciation for JJ's sound, your most scrumptious snack and some mighty juicy gossip ;)

After we get tired of talking about everything under the sun, we can go for a spin in these CUPCAKE cars which are from Neiman Marcus... yes, I said cupcake cars. Don't believe me, just look ....



Now be sure to take a listen to JJ's music in the next link so you can get in the groovy mood!




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