Friday Fluff – Bringing Fluffing Back

Remember when blogging was fun?  When it was like this silly secret society where everyone let loose and verbally twerked through posts?  When it was like this invigorating, exhilarating, thoroughly goofy and weird conversation with your internet friends?  Yeah, me neither.

Just kidding, I lived for that shit.  No, like really.  I think that shit kept me alive there for a while.  It mos def made life fun and light-hearted and worth the slog through the muck and the mud.

But time gets short and kids get needy and fingers get tired of flying across keys haphazardly.  So many of my peeps have left the game, including myself for large chunks of time.  And others have gotten more profesh, less HANDJOBS FOR ERR’ONE.  Which, I’m sure, is all prudent and wise and shit.  But far less fun.

Since my life has been a little far less fun of late, I’m bringing fun back to blogging.  You are most welcome.  As recompense, I expect dolla, dolla bills y’all, anything from my Amazon wish list and, my primary form of currency, Cadbury mini eggs.  Let me be clear, the Cadbury Mini Eggs, not the Cadbury Creme Eggs.  Those make me gag and your will cause your account to be sent to collections for failure to pay.

Bringing the fun back to me means bringing back motherfucking Friday Fluff, created by the original gangster, Lisa from Seeking Elevation.  She’s such an OG, she shut that blog down and opened another – Empty the Well.  She kicks ass as a writer and a human, but she dominates the mike with her wit, y’all.  I hope she jumps in on this jam sesh, because we all need a little levity up in this bitch.  I hope you jump in to with your answers.  Do it on your blog, on your Facebook or in the comments.  I want to hear your truth and I want you to make me pee myself.  With laughter only, please.

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This lovely bit of fluffy serenity was created by question 9, answer Ann below.  Buy everything she makes, your blood pressure will thank you.  

The rules of Friday Fluff are these:

THERE ARE NO RULES, FOOL.

Except for these exceptions:

1)Bring it.

2)Then say – Oh, it’s been brought.

3)Never fight a land war in Asia

4)More cowbell.

This survey comes from some rando fruitcake on the internets.  Holla, Rando!

Consider this party started.  Boom.

Ever Kissed someone you didn’t like?

So many someones.  I participated fairly often during my 20’s in the whole straight girls kissing at the bar thing.  I thought it was funny and cool and sexy to dudes, forgetting of course that I hung out at gay bars and gay dudes do not find girls kissing at all sexy.  It’s all vaguely embarrassing as so much of my behavior during my 20’s was.  This is why I love and loathe Girls so very, very much.  BTW, long live Lena Dunham.  I admire a woman who’s willing to fling her 20’s about for our entertainment and edification.  She almost makes me wish I could remember more of my own.

What did you last have to drink?

Grande iced Americano, light ice.  Homemade with Starbucks espresso, which I love.  Haters.

Do you love the last person you texted?

It was my homegirl Jessica and of course I love her.  She’s a fucking ray of sunshine and I swear small woodland creatures sing songs to her while they braid her hair and help her with her chores around the castle.  She’s kind and patient, laughs the longest and the hardest and randomly breaks out in song.  What’s not to love.

Who made you cry last?

The same person that always makes me cry.  Hor Mones.

Ever though a dream was real?

Remember people, we roll with the improper spelling, punctuation and grammar here at the old FF.

I’ve had dreams I’ve wished were real, but never really believed one to be real.  I was very into dreams for a while and tried to lucid dream.  The real estate lady that took my reservation last week for a house in Bend told me she had been able to lucid dream, but it took a lot of work to get there.
Why yes, I am turning into my mother and her mother before her having rando conversations about strange and odd things with complete strangers on the phone.  That’s called growing up.  You scoff, but one day it will happen to you too.

Do you love someone?

So many someones.

Does I Love you mean something?

It means that the person speaking has big, strong feelings in their heart place for the person they are speaking to. Also, possibly in their pants.

Who did you last call?

My mom.  She gets worried when she hasn’t talked to me in a while.  Probably because I’m an unholy mess of a girl.  The most awesome thing about my mom is how easily she’s amused.  She gets the giggles and cannot stop. Like can’t stop, won’t stop.  And really, why would you want to?

What’s your best friends middle name?

Tahiri

Elizabeth

Mary

Ann

Marie

Lyn

Christine

What do you regret doing at FAR too young?

Yer mom.

Fave fruit?

I like to eat those cherries from a jar and tie the stem in a knot with my tongue.  Knot tying is tres sexy, yo.  And a useful life skill.

Actually, pears.  Pears are dope  Especially those Harry and David ones.  I also accept those as tips.

Ever Smoked/Drank?

Girlfriend, I don’t even have the time or the energy required to answer this question fully.  I’ll go with, not anymore.

Are you gay?

For yer mom.

Do you wanna get married?

Nah.  I’m good.

How much is in your wallet?

Zero dollars.  But a whole lotta love.  And a coupon for fifty cents off Vagisil because hey, you never know.  #yolo

joules

I’m a 44 something Scorpio who does not at all enjoy getting caught in the rain. I’m a mom to one whirling dervish, a former child and family therapist and reformed social worker. I have fought the monsters called Depression and Addiction for a lifetime. I want to be a part of the kindness movement. I want to be honest and real, sharing my struggles and successes on my path with others navigating their own. I want to lift up other women and be uplifted by them. I want to honor the bits between right and wrong, black and white – the grays, the ish. The place where life is actually lived.

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I’m a 44 something Scorpio who does not at all enjoy getting caught in the rain. I’m a mom to one whirling dervish, a former child and family therapist and reformed social worker. I have fought the monsters called Depression and Addiction for a lifetime. I want to be a part of the kindness movement. I want to be honest and real, sharing my struggles and successes on my path with others navigating their own. I want to lift up other women and be uplifted by them. I want to honor the bits between right and wrong, black and white – the grays, the ish. The place where life is actually lived.

  1 comment for “Friday Fluff – Bringing Fluffing Back

  1. Tia
    January 16, 2015 at 1:21 pm

    I just seriously snorted Gatorade. Which I don’t recommend AT ALL. Ouch, yo. And it was red, which means red liquid just shot out of my nose, which is pretty alarming, all things considered. So there you go, you made me laugh, then snort, then shoot blood-like liquid out of my nose, which all resulted in my run-shuffling to the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t dying.

    At which point I saw myself in the mirror looking like a damn fool. And I started laughing again.

    Oh, you’re very good girl. VERY good. I see what you did there.
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