You can just make out the bite marks. (click to embiggen)
I’ve been waking up every morning to an interesting phenomenon. Day after day I wake to find the Honeysuckle attempting escape. I’d placed a small bouquet in the living room when our friends  came to visit—and every morning the Honeysuckle is half out of the jar. I’ve been shoving it back down without much thought. But, really? Day after day? Does it want outside that badly?
Me: I just don’t get it, IZ. How does it keep moving like that?
IZ: Uh, Kitty. It looks like Snickers has been munching.
This is not a big deal. I just  feel really stupid for playing along all week without noticing. Once again I can just hear that cat mocking me. Snickers 1, Wende 0.
(make-up your own interesting segue here, because I don’t have one. We’ll call this the reader participation portion of this post)
And what’s up with June? I don’t know what the weather is like in your neck of the woods, but it’s downright November out here on the coast. Ok, I exaggerate. A touch. But it’s not what I had in mind for June. I had plans and those plans involved sunshine and sandals and short skirts. Someone needs to stop feeding Pudge the fish tuna. (and if you’ve been reading this blog for anytime, then you know I like to kick this particular cultural reference until it’s dead.)
Speaking of plans, it turns out… talking about them is a big no-no (um, is this the reason I’m sucking wind losing weight? No, it’s probably the chocolate cake, ahem). Apparently, simply announcing our plans and being acknowledged for them is enough to fool the brain. It’s interesting research, based on a study done in 1933. Which, I think might explain the expanding girth of the American population. We’ve been talking smack and that strokes our egos enough we don’t bother to follow through (Or it could be the chocolate cake) Â It certainly seems to shed some light on a particular generation’s tendency (MINE MINE!) to be the epitome of flake.
Anyway, go read it and tell me what you think.
While you do that, I’ll tell you what it makes me think. It makes me stop a bit short on posting all my June plans! Â You know, all the plans that float around in your head during June because the impending onset of summer makes you think you have unlimited time, resources, and are 12 years younger than you really are? Yeah, those plans. Call me superstitious or just scientifically informed, but I’m not willing to jinx all the stuff I’ve got on the agenda this summer. So, I guess you’ll just have to assume I’m up to no good.
Like the cat.
June has had the worst weather I ever remember!! Yuck. Today has been torrential downpours and thunder/lightening. I think our plants are all dead.
Cute post Wende!
I think talking about our plans can ‘hold you to it’ sometimes, but I can see how it would trick the brain, too…into thinking you’ve already accomplished the plan…as in when you want something, ‘they’ say to think/visualize it and then it will happen…but, I would love to hear your plans anyway as it won’t be gloomy forever…
Kitty slug! You’ll need some kitty-o repellent.
As for stating intentions -it is very true. I think the *key* is in having a few trusted people around you that DO kick you in the ass to help you keep moving forward.
(Or spouses that gently raz someone about a certain remote control and it being “lost”…)
I don’t even want to think about expanding girth. It is one time when deflation would be a good thing!
We don’t have a problem with expanding girth around here so much as plateaued girth… there’s been no movement or change in 3 months.
Which is depressing enough to make me wanna go eat a bag of peanut m&ms.
Seriously laughed out loud twice during this post… thank you.