Crazy Lady Running Down the Street in Her Pajamas

Who was that crazy lady running down the street in her pajamas? Oh yeah, it was me.



First thing I did this morning, after peeing, was let my dog out in the backyard to do his business. This is how I always start my day. He usually just stays in the backyard and comes to the door when he is done. As I'm preparing Vivian's milk, I hear him barking like a maniac. I peer out the backdoor. He's not there. I peer out the side door. He's not there. Oh crap....

So I run out the front door, barefoot, bra-less and in my pajamas. Don't be impressed. I don't look like a Baywatch model when I step out of bed. I've got my crazy hair sticking out in all directions. My eyes were bugging out like that guy from Mr. Deeds . And my adrenaline was racing through me. All I needed was some curlers in my hair, and I could've been the talk of the town!

It would not have been so bad if it were just my dog acting stupid for no reason. But alas, he had run toward a tall, dark and handsome fellow walking his three dogs. Lovely! "Good morning to you sir, I haven't brushed my teeth yet. No, I'm not wearing a bra. Oh my hairdo, well this is the latest fashion. Ummm, okay, well I better go now...." (dashing back inside my house as quickly as possible trying not to smack the dog in front of him).

A little embarrasing but not the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I'm sure I have many more years of odd ordeals that will happen to me. Still, I much preferred last night's dance inside the privacy of my own home over my crazy morning run. Yes last night I was doing my Carlton dance after our house in Ohio FINALLY went to act of sale. (Hooray! It's gone after 11 months!) You know.... Carlton Banks from the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air TV show! I even pulled out my Tom Jones CD. Yes I have Tom Jones, doesn't everyone? "It's Not Unusual to be loved by anyone...."

After cheezing it up with the Carlton, I also did the Charleston Dance while grooving to some Alicia Keys as I gave Vivian a bath. My tradition is to turn on the radio in the bathroom and entertain her while she bathes. It is a free "my mommy is wacky" show for her. So last night after hearing the news that our house finally went to act of sale, Alicia was the first artist I heard through the frequency waves. And I believed Ms. Keys when she sang lyrics from "No One" and said, "But all I know is everything's going to be alright..." Thank you Alicia. I believe you.

Even though I was crazy pajamas lady this morning running down my street with no bra and no shoes on, everything will be alright. My house is gone along with all that debt. I'm entering a new chapter in my life. And deep down I believe that things will be fine this go round.