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Monday, September 18, 2017
Both hoping for a relationship that would share our goals and more importantly accept our children, finding a perfect mate would be something of a challenge. We dated and discussed, rued and regretted. But through it all, we supported and loved and laughed.
Too soon, our paths diverged-in a big kind of way. I found my forever love and she found hers. I moved to Detroit and she moved to Italy. Yes, Italy. Made staying in touch a bit of a challenge. But I thought of her often, and smiled every time. We had found love and were happy.
At my Father's funeral, Tami walked in and surprised me. As you can imagine, it was like no time had passed. I longed to hear more of her adventures in life and love. She has always been my 'Carrie Bradshaw' and I needed to meet her 'Mr. Big.' And then it happened......
Tami and Don transferred back to Detroit and we have picked up where we left off. With always the warmest of hugs, Tami and I, as well as Don and Randy have had the chance to continue our friendship. It is the BEST thing you can imagine. Tami gifted me with a simple metal and leather bracelet that features an infinity loop. Upon seeing it, she thought of our friendship. It means everything to me and I love to wear it with her on my mind. xo
As Tami and Don are now living in New York where 'friends' meet at coffeehouses and Carrie Bradshaw goes out for Manhattans. But it's also were two old friends can hook up and share each others lives.
As the circle goes around, I am so grateful for the finer things in life-the friends that have shared the good times and the bad. I love where we are now and Tami and I can share how are dreams do come true. And that's what friends are for. See you soon for a glass or two of wine-the good stuff!
Love you, Girl.
Monday, September 11, 2017
September is National Recovery Month, a cause that is near and dear to my heart. Families Against Narcotics is fighting the opioid epidemic and is committed to assisting in recovery from addiction in any and every way possible. I am proud to be on that team.
With today being September 11, let's all take a moment to remember the families and the victims of that horrible attack. I know this has been a rough recovery for those suffering as well as the nation. I pray for healing and peace for all, as well as our nation.
Hurricane Harvey had us all counting our blessings and praying for the relief from the devastation that was brought down on Texas. Lives lost and changed forever. God bless them all as they move through this tragedy.
Then there is Irma. Randy and I love the Keys like no other and have been nervously watching to see how the landscape of our special area would be changed. We personally got lucky this time with minimal damage to our future retirement home. We love the area so much and hate to see one single palm frond damaged. But the Conch's are a tough bunch and will power through this mess. I only wish I could be there to help. I thank the Lord for sparing us. Also, my family in Marco Island that also got away with minimal damage. It has been a very nervous, nail biting time for us all.
I need to take a moment to thank the many friends that have contacted us virtual or reality, and expressed their care, concern and love during this scary time as we watch the possibility of our hard work literally being blown/washed out to sea. I love you all and can't express the comfort that your have been. xoxoxoxo
AND to add insult to injury, Randy and I have had some stomach virus for the past 9 days. Really, nine days? Yep. On and off, miserable. But we are finally feeling better and recovering.
Even Mickey is in on it. I hauled his cookies to the vet today for a minor surgery and he is home now and recovering nicely. Ham and cheese treattreats have soothed his pain.
So, is it too much to hope for a solid nights sleep? Maybe turning off the weather channel for a good movie? Having a day with no stomach cramps? Just a normal day with no treat of some type of apocalypse peering around the corner?
I am physically and mentally exhausted. But grateful. As always, things could be worse. We are safe and warm with power and water and food. We will recover and life will go on.
Have a good week-it's bound to be better. Peace and love. xo
Monday, September 4, 2017
For nine years, I have posted essays and as of last week, I hit 500 of them. Hard to believe that since 2008, with the support and encouragement from dear friends, I started expressing whatever was on my mind. This usually happens on a Monday night. I have ranted and raved, told childhood stories, shared my grief, showed off my pets, introduced all of my Mustangs, attempted poetry, celebrated birthdays and weddings and family parties. I have took you all to the Keys, to the Thumb, up North, Alaska, Dubai, Costa Rica, San Francisco, and the Outer Banks, I have examined the 'little things' in life and came to the conclusion over and over, that those are the very best things life has to offer. For me, its Randy and my family, close friends, a good book, the sound of waves, a nice wine, a good laugh, and beauty in nature.
As I look back, I am tempted to edit all of those early typos, but that's who I was then-so I'll leave 'em in for a laugh. I have printed out the first four years and they are in Jspotted folders. I need to do the rest when I'm ready to spend about 500 dollars on printer ink!
Thank you all for your comments and support over the years. Writing even about nothing, simply makes me happy. Oh, and cupcakes... they make me happy too!
Luv u all. Peace, Jodi
Monday, August 28, 2017
But the 'Jspot' is feeling like my usual touch of frivolity would be very inappropriate tonight with the horrible tragedy in Texas. I cannot imagine the horror of the loss of lives and/or your home. I am holding my breath along with the rest of the world wondering where this disaster will end. Again, I am grateful for my dry,safe night where my family is not in any danger, although Chicken Mickey is shaking with every clap of thunder. I will see you next week for a dose of my usual triviality.
Please join me in prayers for all the victims and their families suffering due to Hurricane Harvey. xo
Monday, August 21, 2017
So after a week like this, I needed to seriously breathe, watch the water and enjoy my martoonie. Also at Captain's Landing, the local famous white duck was hanging around along with other regular ducks, swans, geese and turtles. Just happy little water fowl, swimming and doing what they do. I find it very zen to watch them and imagine how simple their very survival is.
On Saturday, with a day as sunny and perfect as it could be, we watched the incredible air show put on by Selfridge Air National Guard. The Thunderbirds as well as many other aviation specialties were on display. It was amazing to say the least. We had front row, catbird seats at the Ernst's who live close by. The many that were there plus neighbors dropping by, added to the feeling of community. We ate, drank, and shared fellowship and camaraderie. As the show wrapped up, the accompanying music had us all a little teary that our country had such dedicated and talented servicemen that give all to offer us security.
As cornflake as it sounds, I left feeling heartened and more secure. Somehow, things just seemed a little better-and safer. Thank you to the servicemen and veterans for the dedication and selfless service to us all. You make my world a better place. xoxo
Monday, August 14, 2017
The day promised to be very far out of my comfort zone. I would be rising well before dawn to be a captured audience for a day slated to be hot, loud, and crowded. And the worst of the worst-the dreaded porta potties. I probably would be NA'SCARRED' for life. But as DeWalt's newest and proudest distributer, I would just have to take one for the team. (Insert a weak fist pump and an even weaker, 'go team.')
Randy and I and niece Nicole made our way to Brooklyn (MIS Speedway) where we were greeted by Don and Shannon, our gracious hosts. Their attention to detail was amazing! They set up the tailgater to end all tailgaters complete with a tent of wonderful food and beverages along with a giant grill. There was cornhole, and an 8 person octo-bong for shooting beer-and no, I did not partake. As you can imagine, the people watching just got better as the day went on. I even survived one trip to the porta potties without too much duress. Randy was treated to some time in the pits and DeWALT outfitted him like one of the pit crew. He loved it!
At race time, Nicole and I made our way to our seats and inserted our earplugs. As the cars lined up, I learned that pole position is not just for dancers. I found myself actually getting caught up with the excitement and Nicole was totally into it, cheering and doing some weird redneck sound. I also learned that there would be 200 laps. Are you kidding me?
At about 150 laps later, our driver, Matt Kenseth dropped down in the standings, so we decided to pack it in. Hot, sweaty, dirty and tired, it was time to go home.
Okay, I confess to being pleasantly surprised. Not only did I survive-I had fun. It proves to me once again that it's WHO you are with-not WHERE you are. And maybe I need to keep more of an open mind once in awhile. Maybe...
Thanks to Don and Shannon and DeWALT for a very cool day. And my wingman, Nicole for her redneck spirit. (But if you ever make that pig squeal sound again, I will bop you in the head with your Peppermint Schnapps bottle!)
Gotta go Dolls-there are some tickets I need to book! 'Merica! xo
Monday, August 7, 2017
On Saturday good friends Tom, Kara and darling Vivi joined Randy and I for our annual outing to the Farmer's Market in Port Austin. I hit the market quite often but it's a very special day when we all go together.
The Thompson Tribe arrived and we spent some time drinking Bloody Mary's while Vivi explored the beach. Piling in the truck, we drove up the thumb admiring the tall corn fields and windmill farms. Vivi gleefully pointed out every cow she spotted. Threading Viv into her stroller, we set out among the farmers, peddlers and artists. Happily, we stocked up on fresh vegetables, spices, just-made sourdough bread and raspberry syrup. I flirted with my favorite little Amish boy at his regular stand. He was suitably embarrassed while I bought most of what he had to sell, including a peanut butter and chocolate cookie bar dessert. We then made our way over to the artists and vendor booths. I think we saw every type of dog that there is and I petted most of them.
The market is truly people watching and doggie petting at it's best. Next stop was an outside lunch spot where Vivi charmed everyone by playing her version of cornhole. She picks up the bags and drops them in the hole. She then fishes them out and totes them to the other end where the process starts over. Lunching at a shared picnic table, we made friends with the people on the other end. It truly is a very small world. Conversation and the view of the lake made a perfect end to our day. Heading back home, we all agreed that we love doing this together and vowed to keep up our yearly tradition. That's a promise worth keeping. xo
P.S. Please forgive my lack of skill in creating proper punctuation this week!