You Name It, I’m Buying

NEW DATE, SAME AWESOME CAUSE

Had A Hellish Week – All Work, No Play – The Past 5 Days

Made A Warm Mess Of Just About Everything I Touched …

Cool Crap I Really Want For Christmas

IF YOU’RE OUT SWIPING PLASTIC OR LAUNDERING CASH

On Black Friday – or – Taupe Tuesday (Next Week) … 

And, You Feel Like Dropping-More-Than-A-Lump-Of-Coal In My Stocking This Year

So, Chad Called …

FINALLY

Yeah, But Not That Chad, Silly.  Maybe, You Were Thinking Lowe … Rob’s Baby Bro?

Or, Chad Smith.  Drummer (Cool).  Red Hot Chilli Peppers.  

Chad Kroeger – Hey, Did He Ever Get His Nickelback? – Nope, Again.

And, Definitely Not Chad Michaels.  Dude’s Such A Drag … Queen. 

Known Mononymously

I’M SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING

Going All The Way In … 

With A Smarty-Pants One-Word Moniker

“Dropping The Mike … No Mas, Michael … Sans, Miguel … Ciao, Michele.”

… Like That.

On The 31st Day

I’D HAD ENOUGH OF ME DOING ME

Writing For The Sake Of Writing …  

“What More Did I Have To Say?”

That I Hadn’t Blathered Here

… Too Many Times Before.

31 Days

QUIET NOW

Long As It Takes … 

Be Back

Not Sure When

… It’ll Be. 

 

Photo by Paul IJsendoorn

Special Blogger Award Nom

MWAH, THANK YOU

To Cupcake Cache Blog for selecting me – Kuched – for the Special Blogger Award Nomination.

This is my second first blogger award nomination; as I received another one – Sunshine Blogger Award – later the same week – and now, have answered them out of order.  Because, I am blissfully clueless as to dates, details and protocol.

Grazie, Darlings

THANK YOU, FRIENDS

We Did A Little Something That Mattered, Yesterday …  

Made A Small Disturbance In Fighting Hunger.

Blog Party On The Love Boat (3)

ROW, ROW, ROW …

Y’all Know The Rest … Just Knew It Was Coming, Captain Obvious, You Jest. 

From The Heart.  Into The Night, Drifting Afloat.  Our Little Love Boat That Could, It Did.

Truth Untamed

A YEAR I’VE ROAMED

Come A Very Long Way …  

To Share My Soul, To Confess

Blog Party On The Love Plane (2)

UPPED MY MODE

Of Transportation … To Keep The Party Flying.

“Bunch Of Darlings Showed Up Early.  Or, Late For Them.  On Their Way Out.  They Dropped Love In.”

Love To Share

ON THIS DAY

Our Day Together … 

My Words.  Truth Crackle My Heart.  Humble Be Spoken.

Blog Party On The Love Train (1)

KUCHED JUST DROPPED

The Big One-Dot-Oh … 

Oh, It Feels So Good To Get A Little Something Done, Darlings.

Lovin’ All Your Lovin’

GRAZIE

Dear Bella’s e Bello’s …

For Counting.

Being All You In The Best You.

… Awareness Is Only The Beginning.

Save The Date, Feed Their Fate

SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2019

Tap Your Calendar … Mark It In Pink Or Blue … XOXO Will Do.

As Kuched Hits The Big One.

That’s 1.0 In Blogger Years.

“It Only Feels Like More Because I Haven’t Done More.”

This Ain’t No Party

I’M CHAFED

Raw.  Naked.  Like A Shucked Oyster Bathing In Its Liquory Brine … 

I’ve Seen The New Quadrant Of Evil.

Skinny Kid

AFRAID

Frightened By The Dark … 

Where Is His Home?

Curious Mind He Lives Alone

… Little Boy’s Heart Does Roam.

Truth Be

YOU THERE?

I See You.

Feel You.

Feel Me?

… You Ain’t There.

The Sunshine Blogger Award

PREAMBLE

To all those other Blogging Neophytes, my first response to learning about The Sunshine Blogger Award was … “Okay, What Took So Damn Long!  Right?  Followed by …

“Winnah-Winnah-Chicken-Dinnah, Oh, Joy … to Settle-It-The-Hell-Down-To-Hades-Tout-de-Suite, Mick.  You’re embarrassing yourself.  It’s not like there’s any redeemable cash value that comes along with the gloating on a single post.  And, You Ain’t The First, The Last, The Everything.  It’s not that kind of award, Hoss.”

No, it wasn’t Pulitzer calling.  Suppose, I should unblock their number though.

Blogger Awards

AM I BREAKING PROTOCOL

By Saying Something Here?

My Sincerest Thanks To Cup Cake Cache And The Secret Garden For The Recent Nominations.  

Confessions Of My Caffe Fling

GETTING MY DOPPIO ON

Pre-Dawn Glow.  Warming To The Morning Perk.  Caffeinated Bliss.

La Bella Macchinetta Have You Read?  Start There To Getcha Going.

Resting On The Stove.  My, She’s Beautiful, Indescribably So.  Bambina Moka Espresso.

… Ciao, Darling.

Why This Post Has 49 Words

MY PC IS BEHAVING

Like An Asshole: Going Through Its Terrible Two’s …  Nice One, HP!

There I Said It.  I Don’t Care If The Little Sh!t Is Listening.  Think I’ll Give It A Bath Later.

“And, Throw In The Toaster … Just For Fun.” 

… Forty-Nine.

 

Photo by Pexels

Color Fool

BROWN & BLUE

Don’t Go Together … 

I Get It.  I’m Not Color Blind.  A Case Of Myopic Style Sense, Sure.

“But, That Didn’t Stop Me From Committing Treason Against The Rainbow Yesterday.”

… Or, Fashion Blasphemy.  Voluntarily Frump Day.  Got My Ew On.

I’m Giving Up …

DONE.  FINITO.  OVER.

I’ve Had Enough … Of Enough …

I Know When It’s Time To Quit.  To Call It A Day.  Toss In The Towel.

“I Confess, I Didn’t Have A Snowball’s Chance In Hell … Of Besting God.”

… So, I’ve Hopped The Fence To Get On His Side.

Cracked Shells

IT’S NOT LIKE I GO BUNGY JUMPING

Sky Diving.  Rolling Bocce.  Rock Climbing.

On My Way Home From Grocery Shopping.

“My Free-Run Brown Eggs Rarely Make It To ‘Mi Casa es Su Casa’ The Way They Left The Chicken.”

… Maybe I Should.

Have You Ever Lost A Bet

WITH YOURSELF?

And, Couldn’t Figure Out … 

Which One Of The Two Idiots Is Going To Pay?

Well, That Just Happened.

… And, It’s Not The First Time.

Dollar Store Hombre

I DIDN’T SEE THIS ONE COMING

I Mean, I Don’t Fit The Marketing Demographic … And, I’m Not The Type … 

Who does?  Who is?

I’d managed to avoid the “Almost Anything For A Buck” Store

… Until Curiosity Dragged Me In.

The Dingleberry Hop

BUFFY’S MY GIRL

Eyes Of Cleopatra …  

Silky Sheen On Striped Tabby Coat

Mittens White As Snow.

… Bastet Reincarnate … My Giza Kitty.

Sleep Mas

I DON’T MUCH

Never Have … 

Know That I Should.

“Six Is My Under / Over Number.”

… An Extra Hour Would Be Divine, Dear Father.

Tic Toc, Capisce?

YOU MAY BE WONDERING

Why I’m Not Amused & Awake At This Unholy Hour …

Not Now.  Back in the Pre-Dawn Morning.  Hanging Under The Moon.

Scribbling Away.  Blogging-It-The-Hell-Out-Of-Me.  Trying To Post Up.

Love We Go

IN MY DREAM

Old Love Hurts … 

The Memory I Keep

Gone, Baby, Gone

… Never Coming Back.

U & Me

WE HAVE AN ODD RELATIONSHIP

We’re Toxic Together … And, We Can’t Live With Or Without Each Other …

It’s On Me.  I’m A User.  An Abuser.

Neglectful.

… It’s A Bad Habit Of Mine.

We Spoke Once

ON A FEBRUARY MORNING

I’d Called To Let Him Know … 

It’d taken me several decades to Discover Our Truth.

The Journey was long with pain and costly of heart, I meant no harm, sir.

… He Should Know, We Are Brothers.

Girls Night Out (Act Two)

TURNED OUT TO BE A BIG “DRAG”

Literally, As In … The Rocky Horror Picture Show … Fo Sho!

An unwatchable parade of Tuck n’ Taped – Female Impersonators – Doing The Time Warp.

The Opening Number at The Opening (Night) of a new Interior Design Joint.

By Friday

I’M WIPED

On This Friday … 

I’m at the point after Wiped.

Is it Burnt?

Or Wiped Out?