Monday, August 29, 2016


On Friday morning while enjoying my newspaper and coffee I had one eye on the t.v.  There was a true crime show depicting the life and eventual murder trial of Phil Spector.  Although I always loved his one time wife, Ronnie, I thought Phil was a creepy little weasel.  The story went way back and featured the women that Phil mentally and physically abused.  His incredible success in producing music is lost on me with his extreme bullying behavior.  Pity the unsuspecting women that crossed his dark path. 

But what I found the most amazing was the numerous hairstyles old Phil sported over the years.  He had pageboys, mullets, perms, blowouts, caeser-style bangs, shags, flat tops, d.a.'s,  bi and tri-colors and everything in between.  But the most bizarre was the giant, blond white man fro.  Now as a man with most undoubtedly a NapolĂ©on complex, I guess he just must have been searching for the perfect look.  The money to have a hair stylist on staff just enabled these bizarre affectations.

I too, have changed up my look quite a bit over the years and can pretty much tell you what was going on just by the hairdo I was sporting at any given time.  And being a stylist myself, I had access and support in my quest for style.

On Sunday afternoon while at a beautiful outdoor wedding, I marveled at the crazy amount of man buns, dreadlocks and tattoos found on the guests.  ALL hairstyles above mentioned were on proud display.  But the one that stopped me was the dude confidently flying his giant fro.  Just when I thought I had seen it all, there it was in all it's round, frizzy perfection.  After a couple of vinos, I decided to stalk him and be a creepy old lady and request a pic with him.  My brother had that same hair in the 70's and his too, was au naturale.  (We have never figured out how my bro was born with that nappy hair.)  I walked up and said, "Dude, your fro is outtasight!"  With a grin as big as his hair, afro man was only too pleased to field my questions and pose for the pic.  I loved his happy confidence and the way he soaked up the attention.

I  guess that you can truly pull off anything if your have the chutzpah to do it.  And maybe the worst thing that can happen is indulging the creepy lady stalking you for a pic! 

Have a great week being true to yourself and showing the world your smile.   xo

P.S.  Congrats to the happy couple Nate and Mandy.  You are adorable! xo

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Red Hands...

You know what's frustrating?  Me eating my stupid salad at Sonny's BBQ while across the table, Randy is suckin' down ribs, chicken, mac and cheese, potato salad, cornbread and redneck egg rolls.  Lickin' his fingers and MMM mmm mmm'n all the while.  His weight hasn't changed in the 24 years I've known him and I, well, struggle with the battle of my pudge.  Randy's theory is that I just should eat what I want and not worry about it.  I just may give it a try.  The whole injustice of it all, drives me nuts!

Also frustrating is that fact that I lost my new eyeglasses either at Sonny's or in the rental car on the way back from the keys.  No one has turned them in.  So much for the 'honest people' out there!  Also, as of late, I cannot find two of my favorite sunglasses.  What the hell?  I don't know if losing things has to do with getting older or what but some days I fear I am truly losing my shit!  I think I just have to slow down and be more mindful.  But it sucks...

Writing this blog has been very trying this week also as Blogger has a new look and it took me days to find the spot needed to pen this little rant.  I finally, 3 days late, figured it out. Grrrrrrr....rrrrrr.

What's not frustrating is the support I get from you all as I navigate the trivialities of my life.  Thank you all.  Have a day filled with the good things.    xo

Monday, August 15, 2016


So what do you do when a $599.99 (I checked at Amazon) Maui Mat randomly washes up on your beach?  Easy, you pack a cooler and grab the gal pals for some fun in the sun.  It's the most expensive 'find' I've ever been privy to.  Never have won at Lotto or the casino.  Yep, this giant lily pad was the big one.

On Saturday we took our new found treasure out and found that it also works as a roof of sorts as the rain poured down for a bit.  The Maui Mat is all that it is cracked up to be and we are happy to use it until it's rightful owner can claim it.  (Later at the bar, the young chickies 'found' some cute locals to claim as their own-okay for the night anyway!)

While on a walk today, Kristin spotted a fiver laying on the path and scooped it up.  Bonus!  We looked around a little in case, like picking morels, there would be more bucks lying about.  No such luck.

So, how about you?  Any lucky streaks?  Find anything good?

Let me know!

Monday, August 8, 2016


Comin' at you tonight from the Keys where lobster season is in full swing.  It's been a great year with perfect weather for 'bug huntin'.  The lobsters are large and plentiful and we have one more full day before heading home.  Randy has worked his butt off nabbing the beauties.  I have mostly remained on shore due to the fact that the boat is full of divers. 

Mickey and Hazel are with a pet sitter (other than family) for the first time ever and I am surprised how much I miss them.  Pets insinuate into your life and things seem a little tilted without their routines.  And as a creature of habit myself, as usual, I am ready to get back home to some sort of routine.  Just feeling a little off. 

Please pray that Delta has it's recent kinks worked out before Wednesday so we don't have to tolerate any shenanigans in Fort Lauderdale.  See you all next week when I'm not so tired.....Vacations tend to wear me out!  xo

Monday, August 1, 2016

Where you Lead...

Throw back pic from 2000, when I celebrated the Ernest Hemingway Festival in Key West.  I went to Ernest book readings, watched the 'running of the bulls', ate at Blue Heaven where there is the boxing ring that he sparred in, and most of all partied like a bearded, old rock star writer at Sloppy Joe's.  It's pretty amazing to stroll into Sloppy's at noon and find yourself surrounded by 300 or so Ernie look a likes posturing for the big title.  I had a blast and even did a couple of shots with the boys.

So what am I reading this summer?  As usual, I am all over the map.  These sultry days just find me lazy as a cut dog, reading everything in sight.  My latest reads are as follows:

Lust & Wonder by Augusten Burroughs...because I love his honesty and humor and have read everything he has ever written.  It was spot on as usual.
Basquait-A Quick Killing in Art by Phoebe Hoban....because I am interested in his art and its' process. I get it a little better now.
Here's to Us by Elin Hilderbrand....because it's her 17th beach read and well, I read it at the beach.  Her descriptions of Nantucket and the food that is enjoyed there is mouthwatering.  Almost makes me want to cook.  Almost...
Slash by Slash with Anthony Bozza....because I am attracted to this sexy badass!  LOVE
First Comes Love by Emily Griffin....Well written chick lit.  7 NY Times bestsellers and I've devoured them all!
The Girls by Emma Cline-A story of a Manson-like cult.  Read it!
Greetings from Utopia Park- surviving a transcendent childhood by Claire Hoffman..another bio with the focus on the Maharishi cult.  Amazing and enlightening.
Truly Madly Guilty by Liane Moriarty...In her 6th bestseller, I was just as fascinated as I knew I would be.  Her twists fool me every time.  I will always anxiously await her next book.

So, that's it.  I leave for the Keys for Lobster Season on Wednesday and plan to read at least 3 more stories in the hot sun.  I'll even be reading as I melt the butter!  Fresh lobster are yummy!