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Monday, November 12, 2018
From my Dad, my Uncles and friends that have served as well as those that I have never met that gave selflessly so my freedom and lifestyle would be intact. I also think of the families that have lost love ones during their service. Single parents who are holding down the fort as well as the children growing up with a parent in the service. Not to be overlooked-the incredible worry felt by wives, parents, siblings, children and friends.
Buying a poppy, giving a thank you to any Veteran I meet up with, and giving cash to the guys in wheelchairs is the tiniest gesture, but I mean more than it seems. These people have done what I don't think I could ever have endured.
And for this, I offer my heartfelt thanks. God Bless. XOXO
Monday, November 5, 2018
Well, whaddaya know-it's National Red Hair day and I happen to have my favorite red head (okay strawberry blond), by my side.
Yes, it's my sister extraordinaire! We are gettin' up to no good, something we always do whenever we have the chance. Lisa takes after my Dad who also had hints of red in his hair. Crazily enough, my hair is blond(ish) and my brother grew up with a brown, natural afro. The variety in our hair color was the source of much speculation as we grew up. But regardless, Lisa is the best red haired-or any colored hair- sister ever.
Once upon a time, I decided to try out the red hair thing. I fearlessly colored my hair a dark red and was kind of dismayed when it fell out to a light red in the shower. No matter, having red hair totally changed the way I felt about myself. I immediately felt dark and mysterious. I began wearing a trench coat and I even drew a beauty mark above my lip. I felt so exotic and unapologetically smarter. People seemed to take me more seriously. I featured myself as a modern day Brenda Starr and even took to wearing my hair over one eye. It was a heady, old Hollywood feel-and I loved it. It was all strut and winks until the color faded. Light pink hair was none of the above, and I hated it. Back to the blonde(ish) color and my regular old self. It was fun while it lasted but I think I'll leave the role to my sister. Nobody does it better. Hope your day was as special and unique as you are Lisa.
Love from the Blond(ish!) one! xoxo(
Monday, October 29, 2018
Walking in, I saw the park through new eyes. Brian told us the park is named after a Chippewa Indian named Chief Negwegon, and his name, translates as 'the wing.' The Chief considered the spot a prime hunting area. I did not know that! Being from Ossineke-'the place of the image stone'-I am always fascinated with the Native American names and history. I like to picture a bare chested, feather head dressed Indian brave, stalking stealthily through the woods. But that's a whole another blog!
Our stroll took us down by the water to the shoreline that rivals an Outer Banks beach. Wide, white sand beach as far as the eye can see, in both directions. The waves had been high, so I didn't find any beach glass. We took the opportunity to pick up ciggie buts and other detritus left by disrespectful visitors. I was flooded with memories of laughing, bonfires, and beachy days.
Brian continued to point out features as we walked back to the car, making it back just before the rain started. We stopped to snap my pic. I totally enjoyed my literal walk down memory lane and will not wait so long to do it again.
Taking a walk in the fall, in a place you love, with people you love is good for the soul. I can't recommend it enough.
Have a great week, Dolls. XO
Monday, October 22, 2018
The odds of winning the near billion dollar lottery was 1 to 302,575,350 last week. But because I didn't but a ticket, my odds were even sadder. People all over were dreaming and scheming on how their winnings would be spent. But there was no winner, so the lottery rolled over to this week.
Over the weekend, while visiting the fam up north, my brother suggested some gambling with decidedly better odds. Sliding into the local Eagles club, we purchased 50/50 tickets, Queen of Hearts chances, and something called Bingo Balls. With only about 80 people in the club, our odds were pretty good. Securing seats at the bar and procuring cocktails, we laid out our tickets and waited for the results. The 50/50 winner was announced and we were quickly able to tear up our losers. Something called the Queen of Hearts happened and I didn't really understand the concept. But it wasn't my name that was called. Next up was the Bingo Balls game. It generally follows the bingo format with the main difference being that you must yell Bingo Balls if you get your numbers covered. When I needed only one number, I started to get nervous. I was informed that I had a 'hen on.' The next number called was mine. BINGO BALLS! Under envious stares, I pranced up with my ticket and collected the tidy sum of $100.00. Whoo Hoo! Now that's what I'm talkin' about!
In other odd news, how about the story of the dude that got run over by a lawnmower while trying to kill his son with a chainsaw? What are the odds of those words in a sentence describing an actual event? And in Alaska where there are more men than women, you have greater odds of meeting your dreamboat. Only one problem-the odds are good but the goods are odd! Local lore says so.
I tell ya, I can't make this stuff up. Enough of all this odd talk. Hope you all are lucky enough to have a spectacular week. XO
Monday, October 15, 2018
Better Boat by Kenny Chesney
I ain't lonely, but I spend a lot of time alone
More than I'd like to, but I'm okay with staying
My how the last few months have changed
I'm smilin' more despite the pain
I breathe in, I breathe out
Got friends to call who let me talk about
What ain't working, what's still hurtin'
All the things I feel like cussing out
Now and then I let it go
I ride the waves I can't control
I'm learning to build a better boat
Yep, I'm workin' on it. Purging junk, letting go, ignoring negativity, practicing self care, trying to see the big picture without focusing on the small ones.
Just building a better 'boat.' Hugs to you, my friends.
P.S. Dig the old pic of a biker wannabe chick!
Monday, October 8, 2018
Full disclosure-I have suffered with depression with all of my adult life. Before being diagnosed, I just thought I was sad, moody and tired all the time. Most days were manageable, but some days were impossible. The sunniest of sunny days could read, dark and hopeless to me. I simply could not explain the reason for my sadness. An astute doctor finally recognized my reoccurring symptoms as pieces of an overall problem. With our brains being our highest functioning organ, it can be the hardest thing to treat. Talk therapy and the correct anti-depressant keep me quite level. Well, relatively speaking. And speaking of relatives, mental health disorders can run in the family.
So how should we be 'aware' of depression? Well, we can acknowledge that having a brain disorder is akin to having a disorder of any organ-a medical situation that needs to be recognized as such. You cannot simply 'pull yourself up by your bootstraps' or 'get over it.' It takes patience and self realization to live with it yourself, or someone you care about.
I am lucky to have been treated and feel 'normal' most days. If you or someone you love are experiencing some inconsistencies, find a good doc and get some advice on how to be treated.
Believe me-you won't be sorry. Life's too short. XO
Monday, October 1, 2018
This weekend while buried in a good book, 'The Perfect Mother,' I learned a new word. As a good Norwegian girl, I was happy to learn the word, 'hygge.' Pronounced 'HYU-gah,' it loosely means cozy, togetherness and well being. Scandinavian countries are known as the happiest countries on earth and have adapted to their adverse weather by using this method. During long dark and cold days, Scands purposefully focus on physical and mental well being by snuggling in and striving for total comfort. It may be practiced alone or with family and friends, but the focus is on feeling cozy inside and out. It is the acknowledgment of a special feeling or moment.
Waking up to a cold, rainy day today gave me the perfect opportunity to practice hygge. I turned the furnace up a bit and then got a big cup of coffee. I lit a pumpkin brulee candle and selected my favorite snuggly blanket and settled in to finish my book. Instead of feeling as gray as the weather, I enjoyed a strong sense of well being and comfort. I refused to dwell on anything negative and took a total mental break. After a couple hours of this perfect indulgence, I felt happy and positive and ready to take on the more mundane things that start my week.
As the colder weather approaches, I suggest that you slow down and practice a little hygge. It's free, easy and the perfect method of self-care that I know.
Happy Fall, my dears. xo