Monday, January 16, 2017


Since early Saturday morning I have felt like this: 💀💤💦💫💩😍😖😖😓😑😬😫😩😣😳😴😵.
By tomorrow I hope to be feeling like this: 💋💓💨😄😂💪😈😏😛😜🙋🙇🙆🙏  Don't bother with the emoji's.  I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired.  Hope tomorrow brings my health restored. xo

Monday, January 9, 2017

Things that make me go hmmmm....#2

How about some musings on this chilly January night?  There are things that simply gobsmack and confound me and make me go hmmmmm..

I can't count the number of times I am driving along and see one shoe in the middle of the lane.  What would prompt a person to dispose his footwear in this manner?  Is the other shoe a mile or so down the road, or still in the car?  Is he now barefoot or sporting just one shoe.  Does he think this does not count as littering?  What the hell is his life, anyway?

How about those people with nice cars that feel entitled to double park?  We all have vested interest in our vehicles but being as ass won't protect them any more than just parking inside the lines.

Who on earth decided that wearing our pajamas in public is okay?  Go back to bed if the effort is too much.

Back in the parking lot-it seems to be apparent to some that the parking lot is a trash can.  I see ashtrays emptied,  fast food bags and most appalling of all, dirty diapers and yes, even condoms strewn about.  Gross, lazy and ignorant.

Facial tattoos and those giant holes in ears.  Ummm, other than Guitar Center or a tatt parlor, how do you ever hope to get a job.  Good luck, my friend.
People who claim to 'never read.'  Really, how do you learn things?  Total hmmmmm for me.

Those meat sticks that lay out at the party store for people to fondle and flies to land on.  Who can eat that shizz?  Can you just say bacteria and e coli?

Good chocolate.  Wait, that's not a hmmm, it's a mmmmmm!

Unexpected babies.  Yes, there are women who deliver and didn't know they were pregnant.  Really?  The weight gain, cravings, sore breasts, morning sickness, etc. were no tip off to you?  Hmmmmmm....

Shooting an animal for 'sport.'  If you are not going to eat it-let it live!  I abhor trophy hunting.

The word 'irregardless.'  'Nuff said.,

Child or animal abuse-can't even comprehend.

Overall bad behavior.  This includes bad sportsmanship, entitlement, jealousy, narcissism, lack of compassion.  Grow up already and make some effort to treat others as you would like to be treated.

Thank you all for letting me blow off the steam that has been building up for the past few months.  There will probably never be resolution for my bafflement, but it feels good to vent.

Now, how about those Lions?  xo

Monday, January 2, 2017

Let it Be...

Happy New Year.  Welcome to 2017!  Instead of droning on about goals I may not keep, I think I'd rather look back on what 2016 has taught me.

January, February and March found me meeting with or phoning Mark, my friend and editor as we hammered out the details of my book.  The journey was at sometimes painful and sometimes joyful.  I let the emotions wash over me either way.  It was a wonderful experience with many ups and downs as together we figured things out.  At the same time, in March and April I learned to run crowd control on the construction team that took 6 weeks to complete renovations on two bathrooms in the Keys.  I had to practice pragmatic patience in dealing with the mess and inconvenience of the whole project.  More lessons were learned as I whispered, "it is what it is."

At the end of April the book was finally published and I had a hard copy in my hand.  I could only hope that I did Dane proud.  Spring came and I found a new role as a public speaker as the book took me to restaurants, and rehabs for book readings.  Two television interviews and one radio interview later and I was fortunate enough to hook up with Families Against Narcotics and eventually was honored to be asked to sit on the advisory board.  I have read my words in three newspaper articles and have sent out countless books.  I have since then spoke at two FAN meetings as well as two times addressing an impact panel.  I am so grateful to be able to use my experience to help others.

As summer flew by I endured the political race and all it's folderall.  It was absolutely painful to see such behavior.  Y'all know that I am the least political person in the world and just naively hope we can all just play nice.  We shall see....

As December closed in, I was able to share the holiday with family and not feel guilty about having fun.  I felt strong in the conviction that Dane was with us and would have wanted us all to be happy.

For 2017, I have silently promised myself nothing more than to just 'be'.  Be healthy, be happy, be loved and be loving.  And to accept it all with a grain of salt and a vow to move forward with this thing called life.

All the best things to you and yours for 2017.  It's a wonderful life if we just let it 'be.'

Monday, December 26, 2016

One More Try...

Hope you all had a fabulous and blessed holiday.  Ours was filled with all of the things that make it special.  I have been blessed with so many gifts including a loving family, wonderful friends, and spiritual peace.

The food and drink was the usual overindulgence-and I loved every tasty bite and sip.  the mild weather was a bonus.  At the dinner table, we held hands and with teary eyes, prayed for the ones who were celebrating in heaven. Church was packed and I swear that you could actually feel the spirit of the Christ child as we heard the ancient scripture and songs.  Our gifts included hugs and laughter and remembering past Christmas holidays.  My brother's dog got along with Mickey and Hazel only knocked two bulbs off the tree.  And no one stole our Star Shower! 

What more could I ask for?  With a deep breath, I pray for continued health and contentment.  Merry Christmas to you all.  xoxo

Rest in Peace George Micheal.  I'm forever your fan. xo

Monday, December 19, 2016

Matter of Time...

Time.  Where does the time go?  How did it get to be the end of December?  Seems like just yesterday it was Memorial Day and we were parked around the bonfire anticipating a long, wonderful summer.  Time is on our side?  I don't think so.

Although I usually wear Dane's Swiss Army watch, I usually check my phone for the time.  However, I am reminded by the watch that Dane has been gone for 2 1/2 years.  How is this even possible?

At a family Christmas celebration last weekend I looked around and realized that my little cousins now had children of their own when it seems like only yesterday they we babies themselves.  I'm now that weird old auntie that says, "I can't believe how you have grown-now get over here and hug me!"

Our days seem to fly by in segments marked by hours and minutes that pass so very quickly.  All events are on a timer that we must watch incessantly so we don't dare be late or worse, even miss things.  It's pressure and stress for me.

I hear a saying that rings so very true, "For the young the days go fast and the years go slow;  for the old the days go slow and the years go fast." 

Guess all we can do is muddle along as best we can without checking our watches too much.  After the first of the year I vow to pass the time my very favorite way.  I will lay on the couch and read.  Then doze off awhile.  Then pick up my book again until I drift off again.  And I will enjoy this without guilt.  It's only time, right?  And it's passing too fast to not do the things we love.

I hope this week before Christmas finds you all doing what you love.  There's no time like the present.  xo

Monday, December 12, 2016

Christmas Wrapping...

At a recent holiday soiree me and my  galpal got in our cups and cracked ourselves up by commenting on the lack of relevancy in the Christmas music playing on the hifi.   Thought I'd share a bit of our  sarcasm and some snippets of our conversation as we wittily pointed out the obvious. 

It's The Most Wonderful time of the Year?
Well, ready or not, the madness is here!

All I Want for Christmas?  That song is so cloying and
dogs barking Jingle Bells is just plain annoying.

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire...okay,
but third degree burns would not be good today.

Dashing all the way, in a one horse open sleigh?
To my pre-heated Jeep is really more the way!

Walking in a Winter Wonderland?  Brrr..rrrrrr!
I much rather have my toes in warm sand!

Jingle Bells and a one horse open sleigh?  Two
more things that seem to have gone by the way.

Baby, it's cold outside-known at 'the date rape' song?
Let her go home already!  She's been there too long!

Let it Snow?  It closes down our city, but I'll just stay in
and write you all this silly little ditty!

Guess I'll have to just give up and sing along,
even if it's an outdated and irrelevant holiday song.

And lucky for you, you can't hear my warbles and trills,
along with my  poetry, I simply have no skills!

Monday, December 5, 2016

Million Reasons...

 Hi all, and please forgive my lack of tekkie knowledge to be able to set these two pics in a side by side fashion.  The top one is a throwback from approximately 20 years ago when I was given the privilege of giving my nephew, Dylan his very first haircut.  Wasn't he a little doll?
     Fast forward 20 years or so... On Friday, I got a surprise call and visit from non other than, Dylan himself.  On his way from Midland to Detroit to visit friends, my nephew took the time to go out of his way and visit his old auntie.  And I was thrilled.  Totally thrilled.  See, I spent lots of time with Dylan when he was a baby and our bond was forged easily and lovingly.  Then life separated us physically for some years with only very short holiday visits in between.   But love is love and time cannot kill that bond, and sometimes even makes it stronger.  After anxiously awaiting Dylan's arrival, I saw his face and felt his hug and was assured that nothing had really changed our relationship.  He filled me in on his life events and I told him how proud I am of everything he had become and would eventually do.  Time went by too fast as we caught up on each other's worlds.  Dylan had a commitment he had to run off to, but I was thrilled all the same with his visit.  We vowed to stay in touch and maybe do an extended visit with more time to 'just be.'

Thank you, dear nephew, for making your Auntie remember fonder, gentler days when popcorn at 10:00 a.m. and twilight runs along the beach were our 'normal.'  I'll never forget those days and I'll never forget you, Dylan-as a baby or a man-I love you very much. xoxo