I'm a little all over the place

Thanksgiving family time/football this Sunday is locked and ready
....not sure what else we're doing this weekend.

Besides that - this week's been mostly a week of constant shifting thoughts.
- "don't tell me what to say and don't tell me what to do...la la la la la (forgot the words to the song)...
-"if it's fake news how do I know what I'm reading now is true Frank Luntz?"
-"so you post a video of a racially charged fight to negate a video of a racially charged fight?" 
-"the F4 key in excel is my homie."
-"lets click on the most irrational comments on this FB newsfeed just for a bit of twisted fun!"
- "is "ugh" an emotion cause I feel it."
-"my cleavage is out of control again"
-"it all started with a big bang. bang."

Really though...reading those FB/twitter feeds.... people have got to be exhausted from being so angry with complete strangers ....right?
Like...I really wonder what their lives are like.

Do they just go on there, "purge" and then happily go on with the rest of their day, tuck their kids in and sleep well?

So fascinating....

On that note....reading "Our Souls at Night" -story about a widow and widower in their last years coming together out of loneliness. Kinda weird with no quotations in the dialogue, it's working though - only thing is I'm losing interest about half way through.

Arrival, Deadpool, Pride/Prejudice/Zombies

I took (a much needed) Friday off and since I had the house to myself -watched movies Jamie'd never watch:
DeadPool and Pride and Predjudice and Zombies. Also watched the new one in theater, Arrival, with my sister. All not bad,  in their own ways. 

Then carpooled with the M's down to Wurstfest - saw my dad for lunch on the way and then got a little (a lot) tipsy.
yep this was me

what can I say, we were at a German festival with LOTSA people to talk to.
Jamie said I was too much to handle - This made me happy :0)
My head hurt yesterday. Moving on....

Re-read Eloisa James Villier's, the son's and Vander's stories.  I feel I deserved it.
 As the term goes - I "self-cared".

And so....I'm surrounded by a lot of people here that can't seem to understand why people are so worried...

I'm also not getting why the people who hate hate are saying and doing hateful things? Lead by example - don't scream and rage and cry - it gets no one anywhere. And anybody that has to deal with men, know that doing all that just shuts them down. I mean shit, it shuts me down too, not gonna lie...

Like... I hope this million women's march in January does something different. Use technology - no signs and chants - oooh I know! maybe designate songs everyone knows....imagine "a million" people connected singing the same songs at the same time in protest. A Karaoke march! (HA!)

Seriously though...I guess when the mood strikes we'll find something we can talk about around here (or not) and just carry on. That's the best I can think of.

Got to finish organizing Thanksgiving...and I've got work. Yes back to work.

and so...I wasn't going to say anything for a few days to let it settle a bit ....  I'm not one to be emotional anyway...it gets no one anywhere.

really though - quite frankly I'd like to mark this down for myself ('cause I'm almost even more surprised at the way I'm feeling right now than the outcome of this presidential election...if that makes any sense? Especially since I was no rah rah Hillary fan either...)

I'm nervous,
a little sick to my stomach,
my inner consciousness/instinct is red flagging,
and though I never once - in my life - recall having felt aggressed upon .... I do now being a woman with dark hair and dark eyes.

 .....how's that for emotional?

Please god let it be me being over emotional.
I ask to be proven wrong. I want to be proven wrong.

and so like i said in my "farewell 'til saner times" fb post on monday:
I'm no Nasty girl
Nor am I a Deplorable girl
I aim to be a "obstinate, headstrong girl" (of the Jane Austen variety)...

but alas... I was younger then, even my whimsy feels banked and unamusing... I'm gonna try for a better day tomorrow.