Eccentric @ MindSay 
Hi all,
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If you make a purchase (and I hope you will!) mention that Carol Anne sent you and she might send you an extra something special. ;)
I am doing well. I guess that's the most important thing for me to share with you guys. I ended up with too many blogs and felt spread too thin so I gave up on writing here. I miss Mindsay, though. Especially some certain people. :)
If anyone simply must know the addy of my new blog (one of them... the other one is private), send me an e-mail at madame.mechante@gmail.com and I'll consider giving you the URL. I'm very selective, so don't be offended if it doesn't work out. But I would like to reconnect with people here.
Take care all - hope all is well!
Love,
CA
My eccentric way of dressing at home has taken on a new height – so say my husband tells me. He was playing tennis (indoors) yesterday morning and when he came home this is what I had on:
A long white cotton nightgown with a large circular collar- on backwards
A flannel kilt almost to the floor
Leg warmers
Clean rubbery “yoga toes” - they stretch the toes into a wide open position.
A red turtleneck with a camisole underneath
A large tan hooded sweater
A felted bowler hat with a multicolored pompom on top
white cotton fingerless gloves.
I guess I should have let him take a picture of me as it was about as weird an outfit as I have ever worn and it felt great !!! What do y’all wear at home?
THE UNPOPULAR ONE: AN INTROSPECTION...SORT OF
Maybe this won't apply to most of you people, but I think that there was a time in our lives when we wish we are a different person than we are. Someone blessed with looks and charm that surely make heads turn to your direction. Someone whom everybody wants to be with. Someone who is admired. And suddenly you wake up and realize that we are not what we wish we are. Back to reality.
I was just one of those who is what one local writer here terms a "commoner". Well, not exactly that in stricter sense. I was somewhat an eccentric figure, someone who leaves them confounded or confused of whether I'm a sane person or otherwise. Eccentric in the sense that my taste doesn't conform with the trend of the day. I would rather be sitting alone, with a company of books than with a company of humans. I was more interested with who killed Abraham Lincoln than who dated who. Though I made some friends, most of the time I do things on my own. I have mentioned that in "The Solace of Solitude"
If you wonder what I look like, well I confess that I'm a bit scraggly, wears spectacles (until now) and on the heavy side. Not the ideal person to be considered a campus heartthrob or a boy next door. Geek? Halfway. I admit, whenever I see someone who is known as popular, I feel disappionted with myself. Disappointed in the sense that I ask why I'm not like that guy. But then, it dawned upon me: it was college. There will be lots and lots of campus crushes walking around its premises, but what if college's over? Will they still be as they were after recieving their diploma? Can they make their charm work in the real world? Then I realized that I'm not being comfortable with my own skin. I am being shallow and regretful. I am nursing a disappointment with myself. I finally got to my senses. I am what I am. I am what God made me. And much to my chagrin, I realized that I am being unsatisfied with myself. That attitude hampered my self-discovery and perhaps, a chance to develop into a person that I want to be. Now I say 'I should've done that before'.
Now, I want to make a point of redeeming myself for the mess that I made to myself. I may be eccentric, I may be unpopular, so what? At least I have friends who believes in me and respects me for who I am. Dwelling in the past makes no sense; what is important is to live life today. My experience has taught me an important lesson to live by, and that is: to love myself.
I was thinking about all my Grandmothers today, especially my Dad's Mom. We lived together in the same house until she died when I was 15. I suppose some might call her eccentric, but I think she was definitely her own person and didn't give a damn what other people thought. I aspire to be a Grandma like her.
She had a wicked sense of humor.
She swore a lot.
She used to threaten my brothers that she would put a padlock on the refrigerator and only give me the key.
When my brothers acted up (which was constantly) she used to try to wack them with her cane (she always missed).
She used to swig Christian Brothers brandy over her shoulder in the afternoon for a "pick-me-up".
She used to also take whiffs from a bottle of ammonia for the same reason (no, she didn't drink it!).
She did not take any crap from anybody.
When one of my annoying relatives used to call her, she would have me pretend to call her away for some dire emergency so she could get off the phone.
We had insane (literally) neighbors next door. They were four old ladies who would sleep all day and fight all night. When they used to keep her up at night with their fighting, she would throw a big glass of water at their windows and tell them to shut up.
She would read the newspaper to me everyday when I was little.
Her parents wanted her to marry a Lithuanian mortician, but she married a bad old Irish cop instead.
She used to let me sleep in her bed when I was afraid of the dark, even though I was a restless sleeper and used to kick her in the shins.
She used to strain my orange juice because I did not like the pulp.
I could talk to her about any subject frankly, including sex.
She was the only person I knew who could put my Dad in his place.
She was one of my best friends.