Growing up, "Chatty Cathy," it's hard to believe I cannot think of a single subject on which to post lately.

After the mind numbing trilogy of posts on my imaginings and wanderings in the woods to a fate of certain harm and a little newsy post on the Canadian Snowbirds (they were hot), I find myself without any useful anecdotes or information of any import.

My mind and brain are in a holding pattern.  Does this ever happen to you? Nobody's home, empty nest, dust bunnies everywhere, still quiet of the mind and brain cell activity on energy saving mode.

Nada. 

Sick to death of all the worthless news about Ms. O"Donnell.   Good God, if I ran for politics (and  am pretty squeaky clean), I'd be hard pressed to talk about the shenanigans I did in grammar school, high school and college!  Who doesn't do that stuff?!  And so much worse?

Like the time I hijacked an oil truck, parked on a dirt road leading to a farm in West Lake Forest, Illinois, with the keys in the ignition!  What healthy, adventurous 14 year old wouldn't turn over that mambo engine to see what would happen and just to hear the thrill of that noise!  Ho, yeah!  And there were all these long stick like gear thingies that needed to be tried as well.  Lurching forward about ten feet and then stalled.  Dang, what a ride!

And the time I poked a cow udder with a stick to see what the cow would do?  Not much.  Just looked at me with those big sad eyes and I will never forget that for as long as I live.  The guilt from that one moment will stay with me forever.  

Lost my virginity in the front seat of my boyfriend's chevy.  Fine, call me a slut puppy.  Big whoop.  Didn't do drugs till my mid twenties and just pot, which made me crave greasy cheeseburgers and do stand up comedy and recite stoned poetry.  Gave that up soon after, as it lost its kick.  Never smoked.  Love my cocktails.

Puked in a bar parking lot after 4 whiskey sours, first time imbibing the wicked potion.   Didn't discourage me, however and love Jack to this day. Just not in excess.  Bites my butt every time I drink more than two of anything.  No capacity.  And you never want to see me after I've mixed alcohol.  Like, starting with a Remos Fizz in the morning, followed by a beer early in the afternoon to quench my thirst, then some wine.  White first and red with dinner and then wrap up the evening with a Bailey's rocks before bedtime.  Puke city for me the next morning along with the spinnies.  Easy drunk.  Cheap date.  

As an international flight attendant in my early twenties, there were lots of juicy stories there, but already posted those.  Been there, done that.  Let's just say, I had no idea Telly Sevalas was my father's age! 

Just got the carpets cleaned by a retired military man.  He did the best carpet cleaning job of anyone I have ever hired to clean my rugs! Receiving his social security benefits along with his retirement, he does this just to stay active.   Got to admire that.  As long as he doesn't gross over $14,600 annually, he is not dinged by Social Security.  Good to know when I begin to draw mine next year.

We did have a discussion about privatizing social security, which he sees as a positive and pulling it away from the government paws.  Hmm, hadn't given that much thought before today.

And, it's a good thing I have no aspirations of running for public office, especially after chewing gum and doing cocaine in study hall.  NOT!

I do fancy myself to be a witch of sorts, however.  No "witchcraft," but plenty of magical, imaginative witchery.

Time to turn the ever disturbing news off, grab the remote and turn off the TV before I am poisoned by the latest antics of  the ladies of "The View." Do my last minute check of all the doors and windows, go pee pee one more time, saddle up and leave the mountains, yet again, for a week's reprieve in The Bay.

A little "nothingness" can sometimes go a long way.  I'll try to do better next time.  More substance.  Really get a grasp on a subject worthy of print and post.

November's almost here.  Should be able to babble about something. California and Nevada are pretty much screwed, either way.  But that's a story for another day.