I SWEAR I'M NOT HIGH...and a CONTEST!!!!

Well OK. Here we are again and welcome as always to AureliaBluesDayTuesday!!

So, a lot has happened over the past few days and I'm kinda lost. I had a little stumble/tumble down the front steps late Friday night and long story short, I'm down a knee and two ankles. Recovery is going well, but I simply had to stop those pain pills. Short on the pain and waayyyyyyyy too looooooooong on my brain. So, I'm DRIFTING...

It's funny because, short story long, when I went out, it was about 11pm and my GirLovey who had been babysitting B3 while the rest of the Blue Fam attended Sonny's performance in a play (which was part of an evening of student directed One Acts and was nothing short of fantastic), had just given me a lecture about taking better care of the knee that I'd strained sometime last week, as well as the dangers lurking in the city after dark. I'd laughed her off. She and I are both perpetual worriers so laughter is our cure. Otherwise we probably wouldn't leave our houses. Like EVER.

So imagine being face down in frozen frosty dirt writhing in pain and hearing, "F***this, I'm calling the cops!" And an engine revs menacingly. And then, "I've got my shotgun, don't come at me!" And then, a lithe little teen aged girl comes flittering across the brick streets of our quaint town of 500. She's sobbing like Cinderella at midnight. And there's a boy! He's screaming, "Julie, stop! I'm not high! I'M NOT HIGH!!!! I love you! I F***ING LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR TO YOU, I'M NOT HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I'm going to leave out the part where they stood inches from my head and subsequently attached broken hefty bod, and had this little quarrel, only moving on when they happened to look down at me with the expression of finding poop on the sidewalk. But it does sorta bring me to the point of this blog. I AM NOT HIGH.

I don't think...

For one thing, I don't like to be out of control of my faculties, so I don't go there. For another, I'm allergic to most medications and alcohol. And I had a near fatal reaction to second hand MJ smoke in my teens, so I avoid it all. I only took the little pills to get over the hump and start walking again on Saturday so I wouldn't end up a total crip. (Sorry in advance to my girly, Laura, who is reading that word and cringing, and to anyone else who is offended by it. I have a handicap sticker in my own name. I can call myself whatever I like, thank you.)

Anyhoo. I can't focus for crapola today. Here's the rundown of what my day has been like:

B3 had a plastic Halloween skull in his bed when I woke up this morning. He sings and poops for an hour before he gets serious about wanting out of his crib. When I woke to his daily constitutional serenade, he waved the skull at me and said, "Dis is Yorick. Dat his nameses."

I wrapped my own ankles with stretchy sports tape. I wrapped my ankles with stretchy sports tape...

SEE??????? IT'S BAAAAAAAD, YOUNG LOVERS.

Then I got online to send/tweet/fb today's special music and opened up my bloggy page here on Blogger. Guess what? "My boyfriend's butt," are the biggest key words that bring people in to my blog for the eighth week in a row!! That's what. Took me forever to remember it might be because of THIS POST ...

Not to mention that when I youtubed this killer song by THE BOSS , a video about how to make LITTLE FELT SHOES popped up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, I swear I am not high. This is awesome. Check it out: http://youtu.be/krqVD7re2Bg

Yeah, I can't look away. As if I need any more diversions, today, lol. So here's my contest.

The first person to make me a little pair of felt shoes (any size... I'm actually a US women's 9/ men's 7....and I'd love to be able to wear them... just sayin'...) following this vid's general instructions, and then contact me by email at aurelia(underscore)blue(at)yahoo(dot com) offering to mail them to me, WINS. When I get them in my hot little hands, I will send this winner a 20$ gift card to your choice of either Amazon, Starbucks or McDonald's. Not to mention fame and immortality on this blog!! (Come on, you know you want to, don't be a hater/poeseur/scoffer. ;) )

I'm waiting! :) And as always, With LOTS of luvs:

                                           <3 FROM ME2U, LOVE, RALEY BLUE <3





My boyfriend's butt