Little Mary's Little Blog

Sure and Clear Grandma Rose

My Grandma was the coolest. Not just because she may have been a vampire. But because she never gave one little wink to what anyone ever thought of her. Boy, don't I wish I had inherited one mimi ounce of that... She must have gotten it all. Because I take every little thing personally. Every little tiny eentsy bitsy thing. Sigh!

Anyway, I inherited her wardrobe when she disappeared. (No one has ever found her body. Some people think she's still alive. Sure, I say, she is cooking Elvis pig brains for breakfast...) I could never and won't ever be caught wearing any of her little "get ups". Not even on Halloween. But the funny little thing is that on me, the closet, or anybody else, her clothes look very very bad but on her, it wasn't that they looked good, lollipops no, but somehow you almost didn't notice. Or care. If her hair was purple, or she was wearing orange polka dots, or her socks were different neon colors. Nobody ever looked at her funny. Or put her picture in one of those magazine fashion DON'Ts pages.

Some people are just like that, aren't they? So sure and clear about who they are that nobody questions or judges their choices. That's just it, isn't it? The giant bean of the matter. When you are sure and clear the rest of the little world follows flute. Kinky Balloo is like that. Some of the things she does and says not even Santa would put up with if it came from anybody else.

Where do you find that? What do you call it? Can you learn it? Buy it? Borrow it?

I want it. You got some I could have?

Little Cuteness Too Much Substance...?

I never meant for this little post to be so heavy... I feel like it's heavy... Not enough fluffy and sillyness and fun. Do you agree? Nevermind...

It's just that, ever since I started this fluffy little blog my life has gone crazy wild on a little learning spin. Things are happening to little me. To my little brain... Good things. But they don't really make for good little cute quirky posts. Am I growing? Does becoming an adult mean becoming boring and serious? I hope not. I mean, I don't necessarily want to be like Pixie King and Kinky Balloo but I also don't want to become Big Serious Preachy Mary.

I was going to write this little post about not wanting to go to work tomorrow. Because I have to deliver roses to this one client I don't really want to see. She's not evil or anything. I just don't like how I feel around her. I was going to say "how she makes me feel" but nobody makes you feel nothing. It's you. Only you. I felt yuc around Baked Bean. And so I ate him. But I can't eat this lady. She might not give me gas but I don't think she would taste good. And I'm sure it wouldn't fix the problem either.

The thing with Baked Bean was that he brought out something in me which I did not want to deal with. My anything-but-little anger. And so I faced it. I let it all out and I ate him and I farted and I grew. It's done. I guess she's next. I'm a little scared. I'm not sure what it is that I have to face here. Mr. Olive Tree would probably say "Observe". So I will. I will observe. And I will face it. And I will grow. But not too much. I will always be Little Silly Mary of the Rose.

Little Pebbles

no one has the right to be mean to you. no one. sure, people get mad sometimes and they scream. and they say things without thinking. things that hurt us. sometimes a little. sometimes a lot. we are all little humans. sometimes we crack a little. with stress. with worries. with fear.

so we forgive. because we love them. because we want them in our lives. because we understand they just exploded a little. that's okay. but if someone explodes a little too often... you should still love them. and you should still forgive them when they say "i'm sorry". but little apologies are like little jewels. their value increases the fewer of them there are. and when there are too many of them. they become like little pebbles. the little streets of my little town are full of them.

it's okay to walk away from people who give us little pebbles. it's okay to want what's best for you and go and get it. it's okay to know that you deserve better. it's okay to know that you can have better. it's okay to love yourself a whole lot. you shouldn't feel guilty about it.

This Little Site is Ready!

roses are red
they sure aren't blue

baked beans give you gas
but they make you strong, too