Thursday is preFriday

There’s 21 minutes until I have to be at work. I’m currently on the couch, listening to the rats chew the cardboard box in their cage. I have no motivation to get off the couch and go to work. I can usually delay the inevitable for another 10 minutes, maybe even 15.

I think about retiring a lot. At 54, it’s way earlier than I ever thought I would even think about retiring. The idea of just taking months for sailing trips is so appealing. A three month trip to the Bahamas sounds amazing.

As you can imagine, there are some problems with the idea of retiring early. They all have to do with 💰. I’ve been out of college 11 years, but I’m still paying on my student loan. There’s also this little thing called a mortgage.

But, Brian is ready to retire. My husband has had 30 years in public service. His current assignment is in a school and he’s has 10 years in and is definitely ready to go out.

I read stories written by people that live aboard their sailboat and how wonderful their life is, cutting the ties to land. I think I want this lifestyle. My husband certainly wants this lifestyle.

Can I handle living on a 39 foot sailboat for months at a time? Or will I go stir crazy? 🤪What do we do with our house? The cats? They cannot live on the boat. 

I still have about a year and a half before I hit 20 years at my job. It will all work out.

…10 minutes until start time. Good thing I just walk downstairs.

⛵️

~P.

That stuff that keeps you awake

Don’t you hate not being able to sleep? When you lay there convincing your brain to just let things simmer down. I try to corral the random, unproductive, tangled, and sometimes obtrusive thoughts, and drift into dreamless sleep adding years to my life.

On occasion, I have weird dreams, most likely from the prescription meds I take TO fall asleep. It comes with a warning it can cause vivid dreams. I’m perfectly ok with that because sometimes I have orgasms. Whatever I’m dreaming is never sexual, but the result is a range of O’s from a blimp to one where my stomach cramps up trying to grasp wtf is going on.

And, if I fall asleep, thinking of something that might get me going, it never leads to any O fairy visits. So pure thoughts only to fall asleep by. 😂

Winning with the O’s,

~P.

Skydiving in the rain

I’m on my way to a karaoke bar. As I stopped at the end of my road, I noticed there was a person skydiving in the field across from me. There was no one behind me so I sat and watched them float to the ground. Maybe the rainy weather up a notch in challenge. It’s not particularly windy so it doesn’t seem unsafe. Just wet. Where did he come from. What plane did he jump out of just random in a field. I wonder if it was planned.

Like a Tumbleweed

If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?

The extra time I would have weekly would be something I’d want to enjoy, if I didn’t require sleep.

Traveling is one of my favorite things to do whether it’s by camper or on sailboat. I love spending time with my husband on adventures. He and I probably weren’t meant to have couches in our home. They suck you in.

I would want to be like a tumbleweed. Quietly rolling through towns, exploring places, and even visiting family and friends. Nothing brings me joy like visiting friends or family.

Just tumbling through…

~P

3 Peeves

Name your top three pet peeves.

People who chew with their mouth open or loudly. It’s just flat out disgusting and the sound makes my stomach queasy.

People that obsessively chew on their fingers. Also disgusting and is probably equivalent to chewing on raw chicken. Barf!

Toilet paper, either not put on the holder, or put on the wrong direction is my last. Come on people, it always flows from over the top. If you’re putting it on so it comes from the bottom, you are a serial killer.

~P.

She jumped for joy

Who are your current most favorite people?

My current favorite person is the young lady walking along the road, on my way to visit a friend. She jumped up and down and started running, and in my head it was for joy.

Joy in finding the right song during her walk

Joy and maybe news from someone she was speaking to.

It doesn’t really matter because for that instant she was my favorite person.

Sailboat and RV Bound

How do you want to retire?

Clothing optional

Sailing the high seas on a sailboat has never been an idea I had for retirement. but in 2020, it’s suddenly became some thing we’re planning for, and all my husband’s idea.

Sailing grew on me quickly. I love it!

Fun in the sun on the sailboat ⛵️

We have the RV, but will need to wait for the boat. I haven’t decided if this is a great idea. Sometimes living in a house just isn’t big enough.

And then being stuck out at sea for days, weeks, even MONTHS!!

Could get ugly. 🤪

~P.

Least sexiest boot ever

It’s completely severed. Damn.

Things were a bit rough today. It was hard to hear my Achilles tendon was completely severed. That it would not just grow back together if left unattended. I would be able to walk, but it would be nothing like what my active life has been. With surgery and good behavior, I could start to “kinda” walk again in 6 weeks and even have a full recovery in a year.

Spring is right around the corner and I have plans, so my goal is to be walking in April. Not sure how long I’ll need to wear this sexy boot after my cast is removed. Big Boots don’t work well on Boats. Big Boobs on Boats is a whole different story.

In other news, Tesla has her driver’s license after completing all necessary requirements and passing on her first try. The car her dad “surprised” her with for Christmas (that she has to pay for) is sitting in his driveway. She can’t drive it unless he’s with her because he doesn’t feel she’s ready yet. But, if I want to put insurance that covers her on the Volvo we bought her, he doesn’t care if she drives it to his house. Yeah, you read that right.

Also, Tesla started reading my old blog posts and has encouraged me to work on writing my book. We had a long conversation and I told her sensitive things that I have never blogged about because I didn’t want her to hear about them for the first time reading my blog.

As times passes, things get foggy. I am thankful I have all my blog posts and boxes, yes boxes, of paper notes. I’m going to need memory joggers.

Lastly, Matt is living with Brian’s parents. He won’t be moving back into our home.

I’m heading to bed. It’s been a day of disappointment, pain, aggravation and emotional hurt. I’m done.

Tomorrow is a fresh day,

Pattie

TikTok looner

I choose to let my weird show, so others know it’s ok.

Girlboxer1970

I started a TikTok channel, and a friend said, “if you want to post and get followers, do your balloon videos.”

Driving men wild, one toe at a time.

I’ve been posting videos on YouTube almost as long as I’ve been blogging, 11 years blogging and 9 years on YouTube. I’ve been on TikTok since September 2021, and currently have about 3500 followers, which grows by the hour. My friends are taking interest in my balloon fetish. Many have come over and hang out, playing with balloons because….IT’S FUN! We have a fantastic time and it’s not weird for anyone. Some have entered Pattie’s Balloon Studio skeptical, but they all leave loon lovers. My husband isn’t into being on camera, so he usually my camera man. Lucky guy. 😉

Suntan feets

I started going live on TikTok. In fact, I’m going to live again soon. I’m currently in TikTok jail for 2 days for violating community standards one too many times, within a certain timeframe. That is a bunch of crap, but whatever. I can’t help it I’m sexy. The violations were posts, not me saying or doing something that was reported. TikTok is a time wasteland (I’ve been sucked into), and it’s crazy what people will report as a violation, but two seconds later, a picture of a hot 24 year old will stream by topless, and that’s ART.

WELL, I’m ART too, with my balloons. Ask thousands of looners and feet lovers. I have the cutest (and I’m told sexiest) feet ever with or without nylons.

Who doesn’t love silk thigh highs?

Worthy of TikTok jail, as I now known.

~P

Rona SUCKS!

Living through a pandemic. All of us.

Would have never thought I would experience something, like this illness, that is having such a tremendous impact on the world. I’m sick, again. Already had Covid in October 2020, after returning from a 50th birthday trip to Las Vegas. I jumped off the Stratosphere, zipped lined over Freemont Street and picked up Covid. Happy 50th to me.

I’ve been vaccinated, and had my booster. I know, I’m one of the lucky ones that is not real sick. And, I am not as sick as I was the first time around. (so far, anyway) Compared to others, I’m doing great. There are several people I know that are sick, or got sick, and were not vaccinated. My brother is one of them. Now he’s willing to get vaccinated after his waiting period.

Some of those people I knew, did not survive. It breaks my heart.

I had to insist my daughter get vaccinated. Her father felt the opposite.

She’s been off school after a positive test, and though she could return today, according to CDC guidelines, I did not send her. She was up and ready to leave for school, but her father did not want her returning to his house for his week, because he didn’t want Covid coming right through the door. (Neither did I, but she didn’t know she had it when she came home.) I didn’t speak to him about it, but I kept her home. If he doesn’t feel safe having her go to his house, then I am not sending her to school with all those students and staff. Nothing to discuss. I feel we need to protect each other more.

When is the end for Covid? Remember the 24hr flu? Now, it’s the 365 day flu.

With no end in sight.

~P.