Monday, October 24, 2016

Shout out to my Ex...

Yo Adrian!  Folks, (isn't that a quaint old word?) you are witnessing the end of an era.  After 15 years of driving Mustangs, I've decided to make a change. And by God it wasn't easy.  Much deliberation was had before I made up my mind and committed to the order.  My girl Sascha Fierce took the old one/two punch as I purchased my new 'Italian Stallion'.  Not really-I never would allow my old girl to take the sucker punch! 

Meet my new ride-Mr. Rocky Balboa. Rocky or Rocco for short.  Given that I've recently discovered my Italian heritage, I decided to give my Jeep the nod and honor him with a little 'Italiano' flavor.  Feeling like I wanted a larger vehicle with still a convertible option, I arrived at this little beauty.  I have owned two Wrangler's in the past so the ride is not really knew to me, and my brother, Steve, car salesman extraordinaire gave me a hot hook up.  I admit to missing some of the bells and whistles that I've become accustomed to, but I enjoy sitting up higher and even feel a little safer.  However, today I experienced a very traumatic incident.  I found my self sitting in the front row at a red light with four lanes of traffic.  The light turned green and I was NOT the first one out of the gate.  Pony power, Rocky does not possess.  Grrrrrr.....rrrrrr, I hate when that happens and I still harbor a latent 'need for speed.'  Oh, well; I'm sure I'll get used to the reduced horsepower. And maybe have a few less speeding tickets.  Maybe....

So, if you see me on the road, give me that cheesy little 'Jeep wave.'  And don't be offended if I try to pass you at the light.  Have a great week my Darlin's!  xoxo

Monday, October 17, 2016

Me too...

Happy crabby Monday and kudos and thanks to Capt. Luis (and Randy) for the mouthwatering hookup.  Fresh from the Keys, stone crab claws are some of my most favorite tasty treats!  Mustard horseradish sauce and a little white wine and I'm good to go. Yummy way to start the week!

I recently read that the only people who aren't crabby on Monday are people that are retired.  Well, as a hair dresser I always enjoyed Monday's off.  My weekends were usually Sunday thru Tuesday, until I dropped down to part time.  Monday has always been my 'fresh start' day after a sometimes indulgent weekend.  I like to plan out and organize my week vowing to get something accomplished.  And get back on track with my workout.  On an 80 degree October day, it was easy to be optimistic.  Just wonder if this warm weather will ever allow a full on fall leaf color change-c'mon fall!

So whether you are have a good day or a crabby day, or both.  Enjoy, it's almost Tuesday!  xo

Monday, October 10, 2016

That's Life...

Ahhhhh, Splendour in the Grass...a poem I love and a movie I can't believe I haven't seen. 

The poem, by William Wordsworth is gorgeous and remarkably my pea brain 'get's it.'  The words are lush and gorgeous to me and their meaning is two fold.  It speaks of innocence and maturity and knowledge gained by life experience-namely death.  Life starts out-more or less-innocently, and through the travels till death, we accept and learn.  That's life, as they say.  I will not post the whole poem, but advise you to look it up.  It's beautiful in it's simplicity.

Now for the movie starring on of my favorites, Natalie Wood, and Warren Beatty.  I know only the basic premise and that it was considered and discarded for our high school drama club for the scene which depicted the 'splendor in the grass.'  I will try to watch the movie soon.

A friend and I were talking today about how it seems that we are experiencing tragedy and death more than ever.  I loved when we were young little flowers that death had not wilted yet.  We optimistically featured our loved ones and ourselves as immortal.  But as we have grown older, death is as much a part of our lives as living is.  Maybe it is the system that is place to help us prepare for the inevitable. 

I am relishing the optimistic feeling that I am enjoying on this sunny Monday.  Hope you all are feeling some of the same.  xo

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Beach Baby...

It's back to life, back to reality for me this morning.  After getting in late from a quick vay cay on Cape Hatteras National Seashore, I feel rejuvved and ready to get my week rockin'. 

Can I just say that I love, L.O.V.E the beach?  I spent hours reading and walking and wading in this gorgeous stretch of sea and sand.  I fully understand the lure and power it has over me.  It simply brings out my creative side by wiping all of my cares away and opening up more organic possibilities.  With the stresses and cobwebs removed, I envisioned art projects, writing themes, resolutions and simplicity.  The sound of the crashing waves and sea birds that threatened to lull me from my book to drowsy land.  The heady smell of humid, salt air.  The blue and white sky that begs me to try to capture it on canvas.  The laughter of the children splashing in the surf tempting me to join in the fun.  The warm sand beneath my feet as I walked picking up shells, stones and sea treasures.  The gorgeous pampas grass with their plumes gently swaying, as well as views of the stately cape style homes with their simple, weathered gray facades.

Cape favorite stretch of beach.

Today its the mundane-bills, groceries, laundry and such.  Although I sometimes picture a simple life on the beach, I wonder if an everyday beach experience would take away the feeling of the special place that is the seashore for me.  Don't know, but I think I would like to find out. 

How about you?  Where's your special/happy place?  Let me know!   xo

Monday, September 26, 2016

One Love...

Hello my Lovelies.  This week I am feelin' the love from my birth town, Alpena.  On Saturday I was honored to be a part of the Alpena Book Festival held downtown.  As I drove along gorgeous State Street, preparations were being made for the Tunnel to Towers event honoring the firefighters, military and first responders that were the hero's of September 11, 2001.  The signage, banners and balloons were just a small part of the scene that hosted over 600 run/walkers.  I only wish it wasn't the same time as my book festival obligations.

Also being held was some sort of Folk Music Festival along with the Farmer's Market featuring 'Kid's Day.'  A huge pool was set up so the children could experience kayaking along with sampling fresh vegetables.  Wonder which event was the favorite?

Historic, beautiful Alpena was poppin' with action as Blue Phoenix and Olivet Book Store, George N. Fletcher Public Library along with Cabin Creek coffeehouse, The Loft,  Thunder Bay Winery, and Fresh Palate opened their doors to authors and bibliophiles alike. (Please forgive me if I've forgotten anyone.)  On that perfect fall day, the weather was sunny enough that the open, big garage doors on two storefronts, allowed the crowd to easily mingle. The hosts of the festival were accommodating as well as warm and welcoming to all of us.  I was proud to say that of the 23 authors, I was the only one born in this wonderful town.

I can't help but wish that everyone could feel the 'Alpena experience', and I was reminded of a favorite children's book called "The Little Engine Who Could."  Alpena is the little town that DID and I am proud to own it as my hometown. 

Thank you all for the support and love.  xo

P.S. Rest in Peace, Travis; a life lost too soon.  I will pray for God to hold you in his arms. xo

Monday, September 19, 2016

Booty Song...

In honor of  national "Talk like a Pirate Day," (who thinks of this stuff?) I thought I'd post a throwback pic of me and my bucko during a vacation on the Outer Banks.  Lauri, (the wench in white) insisted that I costume up a bit as a sort of initiation to the beach.  After a few giggles, we ditched our eye patches and tucked into a big shrimp basket.  And maybe a vodker, or two!

For the life of me, I cannot figure out how pirates have become so in vogue.  Since I mostly vacation on seashores, the pirate theme seems to be everywhere.  Maybe it's the idea of being on a ship, drinking rum and pillaging something that perpetuates the romantic notion.  I admit to having flown a scull and crossbones flag and I do have a gold pirate pendant. But, I am an avowed landlubber and find the whole pirate theme a little gritty for my tastes.  My attraction sides to more metrosexual dudes-you know, the ones who get haircuts and take showers and earn their livings legally.  And I hate rum...Blackbeard, Bluebeard, Cap'n Crunch-you can keep 'em all.

However, I do have a fascination with Mel Fisher, who in 1985 discovered the Atocha shipwreck, netting a 450 million dollar cache of gold, silver and emeralds.  There is a pic of Mel in a tuxedo, wading into the water with a bottle of champagne celebrating his treasure.  My kinda party and well deserved, Mel!  I visited the museum in Key West and held a ten pound brick of solid gold that he retrieved on the wreck.  And  I gifted Randy with a 'pieces of eight' pendant made of Mel Fisher gold.  As an avid diver, he's a bit of a modern day pirate himself.

For a bit of corn, I'll quote my favorite pirate saying:

"To err is human; to arr is Pirate!  Forgive me this err-I am only human!  Enjoy your day, my dear Matey's! AARRRRRRRR  xo

Monday, September 12, 2016


Recently, I spent a weekend up north hanging out with my darling nieces who were visiting from San Jose.  Soon they are moving to Japan for two years, so I wanted to spend some time with them before they leave.  We went fossil hunting at the Rockport Quarry, worked on some arts and crafts and snacked-a lot!  I watched as they patiently fished and caught a few small ones. Aeyrn and Ellie are polite, bright and loving little girls.  They speak two languages and play violin and piano and also dance and ice skate.  I'll be excited to see what they pick up living in Japan.  Congrats to my nephew, Jacob on his promotion.

On another topic, tonight finds me exhausted after the weekend at the beach house.  Last night, we fell asleep to a movie and woke up with the screen door open a little and Hazel out and about.  Flashlights and calling her did no good at all.  We left the door open and I slept on the couch hoping to hear her come back in.  Around 1:00 a.m., I somehow woke up to her strutting in with wet paws and cold fur.  Evidently her adventure was over and she was back no worse for the wear.  The whole thing could have ended horribly and I'm so happy that it didn't.  She's usually a very good kitty but sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.  And we all know how that can end!

Needless to say, I am exhausted tonight and can't wait for a good nights sleep.  I seem to be needing more and more all the time.  Guess I'll scoop up the little furball and hit the hay.  That's all the adventuring she's doing tonight!

Have a good week and enjoy the nice cool nights.  xo