The Kumkuat Korner

The life I remember from many years ago is still picture clear in my mind. The endless days of watching such as Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, Animal Planet (the list could go on). On school days, I would be practicing my talent to look busy and when my eyeballs weren't glued to the television, I would hide myself from everyone and play with my imaginary friends, entering a world of witches and princesses previously seen in dramatic Disney movies. My efforts to go unseen were always short lived because of major interruptions such as my mother yelling at me for trying to skip my chores. Whoops! With in time, things changed unknowingly. Before there was no one who could have made me really read books.   I hated reading .  No way, no how, could anyone ever make me read a real chapter book.   I preferred picture books, like the ones on the second floor of the old Public Library, under the children section where one can always find mothers with their infants...

Sometimes, I don't want to be me.  There's nothing good about me. Really, there isn't. I imagine what it would be like in other people's shoes. Sometimes a rich person's expensive shoes.  Sometimes a person without shoes and with only the clothes on their back and a dog named Jelly Bean. Or a person with absolutely no obligations, nothing holding them back from doing anything or nothing at all. I wish I could be anyone. Anyone, but me. I space out, wish I didn't have big hips. big breast, belly rolls, and a flat ass.  Wish my I had a body that everybody wanted or a body that at least got noticed, but certainly not mine. In my head, I rip my soul out of my body and place it on someone beautiful or handsome or plain or ugly.  But I can't.  Because I'm not anybody.  I'm just me. So, I stick to what I have.  I flaunt the things I have plenty of. Wit, snide, intuition, sarcasm, sass,  cleavage.  And shrug off the things that you p...

As I go through other people's blogs, I ask my self, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO BLOGGERS?!!! The majority of bloggers have stopped writing and checked in to reality (the non-internet type) . Its a shame really.  Some people who I had subscribed to have not written since 2011. And the most recent post was from 4 months ago!! Oh no. This will not do! We must take Blogger back, (and their little puppy too)!  Minions My fellow followers.... UNITE and WRITE!!!!  (Hey, that rhymed!)

You know you feel old when you catch two high school teenagers having sex in the alley next to your apartment building. For a moment I thought that they were just some kids who like to hide behind our trash cans.  But no.  She was straddling him both fully clothed. AND STILL my mind refused to believe they were honking and tonking right there and then...seriously 25 feet away from me, CLEARLY not hidden at all from view since I could see both their heads!!! And then, she threw her head back and I lost it. They must have heard the explosion that went off in my head because they looked over and saw me just standing there staring and possibly creepy looking because I felt my head shaking like I was reprimanding them. They both fled of course, fumbling to put parts of their bodies back into their clothes. The boy pretty much glared at me since I had interrupted their little toss in the hay, or alley in this case. And through the whole process I'm still standing there, shaki...