Well, dang. I was hoping to get this post in before midnight on Sunday. And now, after forgetting my stupid WordPress login information for the umpteenth time, I see it’s 12:01am…

technically, this is now a Monday Ramble.

It was my plan to recap the weekend and end with some profound inspirational quote to start the week on a positive note. That maybe something I did over my Friday, Saturday, or Sunday would have been so life-changing that it might be of use to others. So, let’s see. What did I do over the last three days?

Truth is, I was a complete slug on Friday night. Once my rear end hit the sofa, I was down for the count. I kept looking at the clock, saying, “If I just lie here until 8:30pm, I’ll still have a little time to go and hear a band down the road.” Around 9:30pm, I was awakened by someone snoring, and since I am the only one living here, I have no one to blame but myself. It was a sweet little forest creature-y kind of snore, so there’s that.

Saturday morning, I spent some time doing laundry and dishes and all the other chores I dislike very much. But I did manage to have quite a bit of coffee in my favorite new mug (you’ll see it all over this site because I’m completely in LOVE with everything about it). I headed out early afternoon for a benefit event that included several different bands… and beer… and dancing… in a church parking lot. I suppose if Jesus or God were that upset with it, they’d have found some way to whip up a torrential downpour, but they didn’t. Honestly, I think they would have enjoyed the music. I met these two really cool women who are around my age, and we found out we had lots in common because we all grew up in (and never left) this area.

We had a good time until we all realized we had other things on our “to-do” list – they, getting home to walk the dogs, and me, getting to my friends’ art gallery open house before it closed. And I made it in plenty of time for some great conversation…

and some of their homemade Sangria.

After a good night’s sleep, I got up this morning and started working on finishing up a project for my art gallery friend. He’s planning this big all-day birthday bash with bands and food/etc., so I made some commemorative buttons to share with the folks who go. I’ve had this button maker for over thirty years now (am I really that old?!), and any chance I can have to use my creative side and make something fun for someone else just lights me up. So I ended up making around 100 of those suckers, and I think they turned out pretty cool.

Then, I made my usual Sunday grocery store trip, where I noticed they had watermelon on sale. Just going to say right now that, when I had food allergy testing earlier this year, I held my breath until I found the column with “melon” and saw “non-reactive” checked. Because if that had to have been the way I would exit this mortal plane, so be it. You’d have been picking rind, a salt shaker, and seeds out of my sticky, cold, dead hands.

The other night, I saw this Instagram video from a man who was sharing technique on how to pick the sweetest watermelon out of the pile at the grocery store. Now, I’m going to try and keep this “PG-rated” here, but let’s just say that, according to whatever-his-name-was, if you look at the end of the melon that’s opposite the one where the stem has been cut – okay, he called it the “b#tth@le” – and if it’s puckered up and tiny, then “that’s gonna be a ‘goodern’”.

So I walked over to the little corral of watermelons and started looking at their, ahem… well, you know. And finding one that met his description, I almost shouted out loud, “Well, look at your cute little puckered…!” but caught myself in time. I got home, put away the groceries, and started chopping away.

Without a doubt, this is the SWEETEST watermelon I’ve ever had in my life! After dinner, I had a little bowl for dessert. Then, right before I started on this post, I grabbed the big Tupperware bowl out of the fridge and started losing my mind. There’s something about watermelon that sends me into a feeding frenzy. You know how a shark’s eyes glaze over while he’s devouring whatever thing crossed his path? Yeah, that’s me. (Cue the “Jaws Theme”…)

And it’s now 1:15am, and I’m STILL eating this damn stuff. My bladder is starting to scream at me, “You will get NO sleep tonight! I will make certain of that!”

I’m going to stop for a second, put this in the fridge, and go make my bladder happy. Be right back.

There. Much better. Guess I’d better wrap up this Ramble. My eyes are starting to hurt a little. Could be from the frenzy that just ensued. And there’s watermelon juice all over my desk.

If I could think of something profound to share about this weekend that may offer a bit of insight, it might be the following:

There’s nothing wrong with spending an evening on the sofa every now and then. Sometimes, the best thing you can do for yourself when you’re not sure what to do… is nothing.

Find yourself a coffee mug that speaks to your heart. Or better yet, be fortunate enough to be given a coffee mug by someone that knows how to speak to your heart.

If you’re on the introverted side, push yourself to get out in crowds and meet people. Who knows? You might end up drinking beer and dancing in a church parking lot with someone who’s really cool.

Sangria gives me life.

Do something special for someone that shows them a little about who you are.

Pick the one with the cutest little puckered… well, I don’t have to repeat myself. And don’t eat the whole damn thing at 1:30 in the morning. You’ll regret it, big-time.