tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14833903807211247052024-03-13T11:54:05.384-07:00the j spotinfusing just a spot of glamour, frivolity, trivia and whimsey in a otherwise regular world......jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.comBlogger779125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-56197667281994130402023-01-28T11:45:00.000-08:002023-01-28T11:45:16.893-08:00Let's Start Here...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReJRBbsBFa031_bAdPaKJLeUTKiyf7AoFcKzPH6Tm1l7g5F4Y5WDQ1SoqbWuUK8wjoJAIvXfO2oI2hjKghZnTzI14Us-LEDqHwWSyIKSooStt17J_jW8YuBOLXYdUXJfoFrScv-PQNPrvSkTwgtPNjL6gMiu7HJgu59WmXaBNavkq1QFc8vKsMZJddg/s4032/980FCA5F-DCC1-4026-8A89-C574002DA859.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReJRBbsBFa031_bAdPaKJLeUTKiyf7AoFcKzPH6Tm1l7g5F4Y5WDQ1SoqbWuUK8wjoJAIvXfO2oI2hjKghZnTzI14Us-LEDqHwWSyIKSooStt17J_jW8YuBOLXYdUXJfoFrScv-PQNPrvSkTwgtPNjL6gMiu7HJgu59WmXaBNavkq1QFc8vKsMZJddg/s320/980FCA5F-DCC1-4026-8A89-C574002DA859.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> As kids, walking in the woods was an everyday event. We pretended to be 'indians' and hunted stealthily for arrowheads. We gathered food sources with mushrooms and wintergreen berries. Contests were held to see who could find the first-and very elusive ladyslipper flowers. We speared (illegally) suckers from the river and gave them to a local guy to smoke. Needless to say, I loved walking in the woods-and I still do.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>So when my cousinfriend asked me to go hiking in the woods with her, I was all in. I love to walk and I love the woods, so lets' do the darn thing! What a perfect way to move while catching up on all the familial gossip.</p><p><br /></p><p>So dressing warmly, Dayna and I made out way to Bloomer Park. Dayna is a very practiced hiker and even snowshoes the trails during winter. As we began, you can't imagine my surprise (shock) when I discovered that the 'walk in the woods' was a true hike with hills, giant staircases and narrow trails. I seriously underestimated this 'walk.' Kids, we were HIKING!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> Dayna expertly navigated all terrains, but me-not so much. I slipped, lagged behind and desperately needed my forgotten inhaler. But I persevered and loved every step of it.<p></p><p><br /></p><p> Thanks to Dayna for the full body workout including our jaws! Can't wait to do it again-with my inhaler!</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-13921367364013336122023-01-19T22:36:00.000-08:002023-01-19T22:36:19.200-08:00Yellowstone (Theme)…<p><b> </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8LEvOYQOaJKb741mLC_j575ULs4-PBfFXAXnNkXr4T0MygPWYU2V-N6JMS1gLp6yYcc4PeszwZsOZX5ER1Zuj_3ftf_YwLgcZGZh2tu6AuExPJUR15s5nq0I5Ykjw8HPDB5I_x5nr6q00lPF3se7lnzX3zB18oORZwXJ_CjMxxykTml-4gFR84ltug/s4032/A19ABBA3-EE74-467E-BB9C-40A7E4DFECF9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV8LEvOYQOaJKb741mLC_j575ULs4-PBfFXAXnNkXr4T0MygPWYU2V-N6JMS1gLp6yYcc4PeszwZsOZX5ER1Zuj_3ftf_YwLgcZGZh2tu6AuExPJUR15s5nq0I5Ykjw8HPDB5I_x5nr6q00lPF3se7lnzX3zB18oORZwXJ_CjMxxykTml-4gFR84ltug/s320/A19ABBA3-EE74-467E-BB9C-40A7E4DFECF9.jpeg" width="240" /></a></b></div><b>I love to party. And I hate being late. That said, I find myself horribly late for the 'Yellowstone' party. I'm not talking about a visit to the great park-but just a date with the Netflix series, "Yellowstone." </b><p></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Now, I did try to watch back in the first season that the show aired. I've never liked westerns and I was sure that this one would be no different. In all my wisdom, I deemed the show a loser, with poor writing and mediocre acting. "Well, this one will never make it."</b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Randy binge watched the series while he was hospitalized and got totally hooked. So, trusting his judgement, I watched last season with him and joined the Yellowstone Party-better late than never. And I love it. Fast forward to this week. While Randy is quail hunting/swordfish fishing in the Outer Banks, I am bingeing myself silly on the early seasons of Yellowstone. </b></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b>I've finished season one and two and about to start season three. Many of my questions have been answered and I understand some of the intricacies of the characters. I have learned that cowboys are not just cute guys in western wear but guys who actually work with the cows. (Get it? Cow Boys?) </b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><b><br /> It makes me want to slip on my boots and cowboy hat and drink a tumbler of warm whiskey. Living in the bunkhouse looks worlds more fun than the college dorm I missed out on. And I love horses and cows. Maybe I would be a great cowboy-one that wears the cool outfit and pets the cows and horses. </b><p></p><p><b><br /></b></p><p><b> But I draw the line at the warm whiskey. XO</b></p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-25188778671516983202023-01-08T08:47:00.000-08:002023-01-08T08:47:03.909-08:00Tragedy…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyAthchRjJqv-Fl5BloKxO5j-rSeunzsaZX_fae6SmqotIVoPBIo6BjdyRz2eKUrT-2FLTyI-KHzV_wxzvoxkPbe196ocmFJbOHRVX6y-VyGbWoqYEzHCC9J82AxRv69jdTT84rsXY_2q6dXzMYhD8BGXcbVCQSr_pu1Inq_sVeXVE0NOgTe2u9mQDQ/s800/B8B84D8F-AB9A-41FC-948C-2B94AC72596D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIyAthchRjJqv-Fl5BloKxO5j-rSeunzsaZX_fae6SmqotIVoPBIo6BjdyRz2eKUrT-2FLTyI-KHzV_wxzvoxkPbe196ocmFJbOHRVX6y-VyGbWoqYEzHCC9J82AxRv69jdTT84rsXY_2q6dXzMYhD8BGXcbVCQSr_pu1Inq_sVeXVE0NOgTe2u9mQDQ/s320/B8B84D8F-AB9A-41FC-948C-2B94AC72596D.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br />The news is as dark as our weather.<p></p><p><br /></p><p> I am as captured as the rest of the world following the Idaho murder tragedy-where four innocent, beautiful students were randomly murdered in their beds. </p><p><br /></p><p>I have always been intrigued by true crime and have read and watched the stories for years. The mental condition that justifies planning and carrying out murder just mystify’s me. Does this qualify mental illness; because how could it not? Your head must be somewhere I just can’t understand. In another lifetime I would totally entertain forensic psychology in a better effort to do so.</p><p><br /></p><p>And those poor families… Losing a child is something I understand and I mourn deeply with them. </p><p><br /></p><p>Kudos to the police and FBI for the work they did in bringing in the suspect. I can only pray the madness of senseless killing can be understood and the perpetrators be brought to justice. Rest In Peace, Kaylee, Madison, Xana and Ethan. </p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-89713452664230884082022-12-30T15:28:00.002-08:002022-12-30T15:28:54.567-08:00Slide...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmjtU4gS0ujO5z7OsMzQDaFiikteG8mNi1yFWiDYnSgar0nlW3yOcLpjA4E2TklSLngWyPlg1inJ2yDGgjnAqZlJgkpjabWNmfTLDGBovY0z0uPtYjpPzaDQVKvkWxEbA3xhSW5Z3Oq5V_pgB4u3_vMF-l3_ewXp-qre30MLORbr3YdzW_VpnSt9jFQ/s4032/IMG_6158%20(2).heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTmjtU4gS0ujO5z7OsMzQDaFiikteG8mNi1yFWiDYnSgar0nlW3yOcLpjA4E2TklSLngWyPlg1inJ2yDGgjnAqZlJgkpjabWNmfTLDGBovY0z0uPtYjpPzaDQVKvkWxEbA3xhSW5Z3Oq5V_pgB4u3_vMF-l3_ewXp-qre30MLORbr3YdzW_VpnSt9jFQ/s320/IMG_6158%20(2).heic" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Where did this week go? Or all of 2022 for that matter. I don't know how its Friday and I haven't got around to my weekly post/rant! Been putting our 'stamp' on the new place-with all that entails. Randy didn't forget his amazing wallpaper skills and I put him to work in our tiny powder room. He patiently nailed it! I am preparing to do some painting and we finally got barstools to sit on. That's really it...<p></p><p>Happy New Years Eve eve to all. Enjoy this wildly mild weather and I'll see you all next year. As my galpal Gayle would say, "Bright blessings to you all!" XO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-26956663787531927452022-12-21T10:37:00.000-08:002022-12-21T10:37:21.142-08:00Christmas Wrapping....<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjGRJamuJ0ZijJuXhZFUbuV9Cweykme7Vz45TnsOpJkWrJYDraxZhIqhVN9vwww_6wuxlNcmL6rSLaWZww69-5iPIFRobas_FeuqZYXSL3NARBvEU-MD54vvlgE9rjwQgowAjOK4_xjj4ESFzN8v-0ueXtwXuz7mjVi88yo8bc5EEVPzn2SX2x83vCw/s4032/IMG_7582.heic" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVjGRJamuJ0ZijJuXhZFUbuV9Cweykme7Vz45TnsOpJkWrJYDraxZhIqhVN9vwww_6wuxlNcmL6rSLaWZww69-5iPIFRobas_FeuqZYXSL3NARBvEU-MD54vvlgE9rjwQgowAjOK4_xjj4ESFzN8v-0ueXtwXuz7mjVi88yo8bc5EEVPzn2SX2x83vCw/s320/IMG_7582.heic" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Has anyone else 'noticed' how the Christmas season has changed? <p></p><p><br /></p><p>I realize that I sound more like an old person every day, but I am a creature of habit and I never want some things to change. For example, doesn't anyone (that sends cards) miss standing at the card counter searching for the perfect card with the perfect sentiment? Then, addressing them by hand and signing them with a maybe a personal wish? I love all the photos of the kids, parents and pets in the holiday pics, but really, I've seen them all on Facebook-most likely. And no signature is required! Don't get me wrong; it's way more effort than I am making in that department, and I still love to receive them.</p><p><br /></p><p>Spiritual yard decorations have (sometimes) been replaced with giant inflatables that have absolutely no relevance to the reason for the season. I find them somehow off-putting and prefer just lights and a more natural approach. (But again, I applaud the effort and am sure kids probably love the blow-up things.)</p><p><br /></p><p>Shopping. Holiday songs would have us believe that we are bustling around on a snowy day with our arms full of packages. Could we please acknowledge and do a hand clap to the ones REALLY hustling around-the FedEx, Amazon, UPS, and USPS drivers. We don't even have to get cold except when we open our doors to inload our packages. Although I do not Christmas shop in any form, pointing and clicking doesn't count-kinda. And, once again, I applaud the effort.</p><p><br /></p><p>I guess as long as family, food, and maybe a not to the Holy Family happens, it's still all good.</p><p><br /></p><p>Merry Christmas to all and may your holiday be everything you wish it to be, in the way you prefer!</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-44314247193765496552022-12-14T20:20:00.001-08:002022-12-14T20:20:13.176-08:00Santa Claus is Coming to Town…<p> </p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqHcUXu__c2A7hH9gcTPtwLbXLpTVfRhKjD-PeHdUbbFdThe48j3LHWoSdNjCdlSabi-OeriTAM-_YoftA19Ta35Qvm4YR4yqsHXAzaDicTEq19qjnt_3G90eGBfx76SZVQcYpawZ5i4i5PtFEntQ71r5MAcJnNef3GMgOIeDkUdT8ofMR-vTxXfyMw/s4032/9693BB44-F58A-44BA-908D-0CE2B58C8135.jpeg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqHcUXu__c2A7hH9gcTPtwLbXLpTVfRhKjD-PeHdUbbFdThe48j3LHWoSdNjCdlSabi-OeriTAM-_YoftA19Ta35Qvm4YR4yqsHXAzaDicTEq19qjnt_3G90eGBfx76SZVQcYpawZ5i4i5PtFEntQ71r5MAcJnNef3GMgOIeDkUdT8ofMR-vTxXfyMw/s320/9693BB44-F58A-44BA-908D-0CE2B58C8135.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>At our annual Christmas Family Pajama Party we had a visit from jolly old St. Nick! The children were delighted and did the traditional knee and list thing and posed for some darling pics. Us older chicks had our moment and I spared poor Santa trying to fit me on his lap. I assured him of my excellent behavior all year.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>After stuffing ourselves with a buffet fit for a Queen and imbibing on holiday cocktails, we played our usual rowdy White Elephant gift exchange. It was wonderful to catch up with all my cousins and their families-new babies, new pregnancies, jobs, health and maybe some new wrinkles and gray hair! </p><p><br /></p><p>I’ve said it before-Christmas is a spiritual time for me. Randy and I quit buying gifts for people who don’t need/want anything, so that pressure is off. My Mom and sister baked my favorite Christmas cookies today so I hope to see her, munch a few cookies, hit Christmas mass and show her all my pics from the party! Sounds like my idea of a perfect Christmas!</p><p><br /></p><p>Thanks to Chelsea, Andrew and family for again hosting this fun bash! Your home reeks of family, love, laughter and fun and is the perfect place to gather. And did I mention that their gorgeous bar is called ‘The Library Bar?’ It’s perfection!</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-70474430142642559792022-12-07T19:20:00.006-08:002022-12-07T19:20:49.710-08:00These Eyes…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGI3qOOAaIn9mOqu1PPGyuZekiw6tsRR9K5U6QqM9fmOqx8uN2M3RIIxSwf2nH8dV4_rbndmkogT6AndPqeOQXhduS3qboD5mqZfsxP3juMkwi8T6Oam1oEj6fpOdP-Ge2J25Lcf0F6D8sCaHXBXnRu692JfRJbnlVczp1JMNkM08RBOyIREqxmyNew/s2106/1CA546E2-66A3-4FE5-98B0-CC9F6BEDCB98.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2106" data-original-width="1580" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEGI3qOOAaIn9mOqu1PPGyuZekiw6tsRR9K5U6QqM9fmOqx8uN2M3RIIxSwf2nH8dV4_rbndmkogT6AndPqeOQXhduS3qboD5mqZfsxP3juMkwi8T6Oam1oEj6fpOdP-Ge2J25Lcf0F6D8sCaHXBXnRu692JfRJbnlVczp1JMNkM08RBOyIREqxmyNew/s320/1CA546E2-66A3-4FE5-98B0-CC9F6BEDCB98.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Tomorrow morning I will rise at 4:20 to drive up north to take my Mom for cataract surgery. As much as I hate rising early and driving in the dark-this will be no small feat. Please sent your thoughts and prayers to Mom in the hope that all goes well and her vision improves. I’ll take any leftover prayers in hopes that my coffee does its thing and that I steer clear of any deer, as Lux, Hazel and I cruise up north. Fingers crossed! XO<p></p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-86304677940987534802022-11-29T13:19:00.003-08:002022-11-29T13:20:16.922-08:002 Different Tears…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUfbZDhBNhJxp5bDLhSB-3oMXFnLHgQGGlkGLNz7_zCX1WkJ6-m5dxSWCOqFcAwN_ayNChw9Rq9dkd39LgxWI-bijahw-EvlPHflrnL1OQydSeS7KdnzFEnSb3Ejhy0-7vI0dP0bclh04DkLhecGn6sAZMTUSJqZ1DND0m3ZIKi6Unj9HVZLZjMZydQ/s1008/CEC92813-09AF-4856-AC18-EC118CD4852B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="555" data-original-width="1008" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPUfbZDhBNhJxp5bDLhSB-3oMXFnLHgQGGlkGLNz7_zCX1WkJ6-m5dxSWCOqFcAwN_ayNChw9Rq9dkd39LgxWI-bijahw-EvlPHflrnL1OQydSeS7KdnzFEnSb3Ejhy0-7vI0dP0bclh04DkLhecGn6sAZMTUSJqZ1DND0m3ZIKi6Unj9HVZLZjMZydQ/s320/CEC92813-09AF-4856-AC18-EC118CD4852B.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> At our wonderful family Ducksgiving dinner, I said down with my two adorable great nieces. I don't get to see them often as they have lived in various places and relocated recently to Ann Arbor from Japan.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>Meet Aeryn, age 16 and Elli age 14. Read on for our interview!</p><p><br /></p><p>WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE YOU’VE LIVED, AND WHY?</p><p>Aeryn-"Japan! Because there are so many interesting things to do and it's so accessible and safe. </p><p>Elli-"San Diego! It was the main part of my childhood, and it was very exciting. Love the summer weather."</p><p>I know you two are excellent students. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT?</p><p>Aeryn-"Math. I have a great teacher and I want to show that I'm a good student."</p><p>Elli-"English. The class is exciting, and the assignments are good."</p><p>ANY GOALS FOR THE FUTURE?</p><p>Aeryn-"Travel, learn about places. I want to connect with the Korean culture."</p><p>Elli-"Go back to San Diego-it's more exciting and alive!"</p><p>WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ESPECIALLY GOOD AT?</p><p>Aeryn-"Goals. If I make a goal-I like to strive to achieve it. I recently made second chair on clarinet after playing for only eight months."</p><p>Elli-'Sports. Volleyball, soccer, tennis, swimming, skating, skiing, and gymnastics. I'm an athlete and those are my favorite things."</p><p>WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR FREE TIME?</p><p>Aeryn-"T.V. and reading. Classes are hard and I need to relax my brain."</p><p>Ellie-"Drawing and my phone. Cartooning and animation."</p><p>FAVORITE PIZZA?</p><p>Aeryn-"My Dad's pizza-completely homemade and very yummy!"</p><p>Ellie-"Same-with pesto and everything crust!" </p><p><br /></p><p>And there you have it, my beautiful, smart and sweet nieces~I am so proud of them! XOXO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-24006916867243842202022-11-18T20:19:00.000-08:002022-11-18T20:19:01.058-08:00Bang, Bang…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnk2ey_2WF_SU5ziFV8_LVMeEOIDkd0CKnYOpeR5Wjn978nESgGp8k5zuJRQeHMKqtuZJZQN7uNmVt7RAhi81ZWO7tf0rltmxVdjztjUoMmKt3ke8OdBJa6ix0yYYq3EIGm7U0vzl-PBt2BYz8CpnPvZ-ZVR-0-rmX5XNz-YKs-_O45j8Kkp-N2Lm7A/s4032/5D93C19C-CA2C-4428-B69E-136139166A73.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmnk2ey_2WF_SU5ziFV8_LVMeEOIDkd0CKnYOpeR5Wjn978nESgGp8k5zuJRQeHMKqtuZJZQN7uNmVt7RAhi81ZWO7tf0rltmxVdjztjUoMmKt3ke8OdBJa6ix0yYYq3EIGm7U0vzl-PBt2BYz8CpnPvZ-ZVR-0-rmX5XNz-YKs-_O45j8Kkp-N2Lm7A/s320/5D93C19C-CA2C-4428-B69E-136139166A73.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> So it’s hunting season (again!) and Randy bagged this beauty on Sunday. <div><br /></div><div>By growing up in northern Michigan, one would expect that I would understand the idea of hunting a bit more. Now, I love to hunt for beach treasures, morels, good bargains etc., so that type of hunt I get. I just don’t understand the kill. ‘Look at that beautiful old buck, doing what comes natural with that doe. I think I’ll shoot him dead.’ Now we do eat the meat so at least there’s that. </div><div><br /></div><div>But the men in my life seem to be scratching some primal itch by it. They prepare, commiserate, and talk the details of hunting to death. Maybe it’s a bonding thing…I don’t know. And it’s called bagging a buck-as if it’s wrapped in a bag with some ribbon. No, that comes later at the butchers! You can’t eat horns but somehow that’s where the biggest thrill comes in. I mean, leave the poor old thing alone! I guess I’d feel better if the deer had a weapon too, evening the score a little. If the hunters had to dodge an arrow or a bullet from the buck, to me, that would truly be a greater feat. No tree blinds either, cuz deer can’t climb up to get that advantage . Mono a Mano on an even hunting field would truly be a sport. <p></p></div><div><br /></div><div>I could go on with more of my ridiculousness but I will spare Randy the eye rolls. Good luck and be safe, hunters. And if I go on and on telling detailed stories of my hobby, y’all best nod and smile politely. XO</div>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-5053951571813553572022-11-10T07:29:00.002-08:002022-11-10T07:29:19.542-08:00Elderberry Wine…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YmkzUHdFYK_uVaOOofRUwYsk4CpcCZB5lz0U0uFplSj7Z8HZ1L0H1zPQXywX8XGpeZFfxJ92UcHURyZ3ER_P5O8lb8RnWRaP4_OEYp5Bxp7dPLdlu2cxfEMCR2-PYv55TSLihN9rZnMeJK-reKuIk213U15zAA5tRefjE0Cj1HmNlA5rPRjf28w2Xw/s3088/539B7AE9-2906-432A-AC58-4626712AE696.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7YmkzUHdFYK_uVaOOofRUwYsk4CpcCZB5lz0U0uFplSj7Z8HZ1L0H1zPQXywX8XGpeZFfxJ92UcHURyZ3ER_P5O8lb8RnWRaP4_OEYp5Bxp7dPLdlu2cxfEMCR2-PYv55TSLihN9rZnMeJK-reKuIk213U15zAA5tRefjE0Cj1HmNlA5rPRjf28w2Xw/s320/539B7AE9-2906-432A-AC58-4626712AE696.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Well, after two full weeks of fever and coughing, I’m finally joining the land of the living! Not 100%, but surely on the way! My respect for people suffering chronic conditions is immense and I can’t imagine what it would be like to have to adjust constantly to a new ‘normal.’ I’ll be content when I can breathe to the bottom of my lungs, have my head and ears unstuff and go four hours without a nap. I’d like to keep the sexy new voice! <p></p><p><br /></p><p>I’m also looking forward to being able to taste a good glass of wine. This old wino needs a sip of something other than hot tea! The famous Louis Pasteur said it best, “ Wine is the most healthful and most hygienic of beverages.” My girl, Kristen and I confer that wine cures everything from stress to a broken fingernail, but the cure all struggles when it come to pneumonia. </p><p><br /></p><p>Tonight I will have my girl, Katie pour me one up as I cheer to health, hygiene, and normalcy. </p><p><br /></p><p>Oui, oui Louie, don’t mind if I do! 🫁🍷😘</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-26994326295724668962022-11-02T18:03:00.001-07:002022-11-02T18:03:28.396-07:00Hotel…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVOrtmPonIWYytbks_sJtS7zDHsvw5BjWkVPD281caHnc_pzJZN-tJ2vSYHi8mqfaelKaJxNTYyEvEx6XteYjsqLbj_YvIRxSGlqVJnEyjyZ41v_EY4mvQqEi3oH47dCZlPlDb6UJ_ymvyW6uqZw4eXfKt4gzOtcyMDZukbmLfAooVr3h3s-KIdRuiA/s4032/344047A8-1B0C-4B12-B841-887DF5F29962.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUVOrtmPonIWYytbks_sJtS7zDHsvw5BjWkVPD281caHnc_pzJZN-tJ2vSYHi8mqfaelKaJxNTYyEvEx6XteYjsqLbj_YvIRxSGlqVJnEyjyZ41v_EY4mvQqEi3oH47dCZlPlDb6UJ_ymvyW6uqZw4eXfKt4gzOtcyMDZukbmLfAooVr3h3s-KIdRuiA/s320/344047A8-1B0C-4B12-B841-887DF5F29962.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Okay… who goes to gorgeous San Diego for a week and gets sick? Me. That’s who.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>Randy had a work function that encouraged spouses to join, and I after much deliberation, I decided to come. My Mom is recovering from a fall, the flights too long, and I have no clothes are just a few of the reasons that could keep homeslice (me!) home. But…a hotel with a harbor view, a party at the San Diego Zoo, a cafe with kitties, are some of the reasons I decided to suck it up and get on that flight. </p><p><br /></p><p>As we landed, my ears plugged up and never truly opened. My throat feels like it’s been sliced with razor blades and my cough originates from the bowels of hell. Medicated, I had fun with some of our ‘work kids’ at an amazing dinner on Friday. But then it hit me. With a foggier than usual head I navigated a couple of events and spent whole days in bed, sleeping and enjoying? the view. All my plans for exploring shops and petting kittens went out the window as I coughed my head off. </p><p><br /></p><p>I’ve heard of people getting sick on vacation before and shuddered-all that anticipation, packing, shuttling, etc. just to cough in a different environment? No way. </p><p><br /></p><p>But here I am, frocks unworn, cruises not sailed, kitties not petted. Tonight is the last night with a dinner planned with Randy’s new board appointment comrades. Here’s hoping I can haul it up, pretty it up and keep my foggy head up, to support him. </p><p><br /></p><p>Wish me luck, Dollfriends as I soldier on. XO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-28935492015119168142022-10-26T07:46:00.002-07:002022-10-26T07:46:38.765-07:00Something in the Orange…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4JSRQKJtqXpLPgQ_ZSvxHK1pSNFKu9PpSs-oFOvM5WUUyXOG5i86B5iFhEhwigYHIc0cL5ZyEVDTToWF4q0pHX2sU09Pd56EG_2r6tZrDJNy_aky8zRy_aDn6GNBjt8hBSm-xcmuXKin8HmJBtQljlLo37vd4EheOrpub0eSrcPCVCbk8X8zra8KAA/s1008/789976EA-61B2-4884-AB6C-A2F356BE2D1E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="756" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid4JSRQKJtqXpLPgQ_ZSvxHK1pSNFKu9PpSs-oFOvM5WUUyXOG5i86B5iFhEhwigYHIc0cL5ZyEVDTToWF4q0pHX2sU09Pd56EG_2r6tZrDJNy_aky8zRy_aDn6GNBjt8hBSm-xcmuXKin8HmJBtQljlLo37vd4EheOrpub0eSrcPCVCbk8X8zra8KAA/s320/789976EA-61B2-4884-AB6C-A2F356BE2D1E.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I get asked all the time, ‘Why don’t you move to the Keys?’ As much as I love the Keys, I have no interest in living there on a full time basis. The winter escape is perfect for me but I love our seasons here in Michigan more. Our spectacular fall is unmatched. As I drove back to Ossineke on Sunday, the fall leaf colors were amazing. In all my years, I never tire of natures paintbrush creating a varying landscape. It makes an otherwise dull drive totally breathtaking. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>At a recent wedding, the roaring fireplace and the sun shining thru the colorful foliage made a setting that was natural, warm, and simply gorgeous. Congrats to Savanna and Aaron- wishes for a marriage that is as warm, colorful and unique as a fall day.</p><p><br /></p><p>And if those palm trees and mangroves ever change color from green to orange, gold, and red; I will reconsider my stance! Wouldn’t that be amazing? XO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-23354525422801850772022-10-18T16:43:00.001-07:002022-10-18T16:43:59.180-07:00Jolene…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-TImDXNmYr40HjeLqgxJT55TrXFWJyfhbcyjltPVMeA211_OOMFJQ4E_0lsWeqkv2aiTR_RXaZ6AZhms2IGQsTbIj7AlsX8xNgibfXKKiijImjPQVYVEsxecfd9xbu9_mNhRSpJEcvAUUmWA-AqtID1LyNSvmAcDxvoLPecWxyTYVOXxBHaxyMQVcA/s634/DC0B2DA3-855A-4FA9-A186-55EF91C15A8B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="634" data-original-width="476" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-TImDXNmYr40HjeLqgxJT55TrXFWJyfhbcyjltPVMeA211_OOMFJQ4E_0lsWeqkv2aiTR_RXaZ6AZhms2IGQsTbIj7AlsX8xNgibfXKKiijImjPQVYVEsxecfd9xbu9_mNhRSpJEcvAUUmWA-AqtID1LyNSvmAcDxvoLPecWxyTYVOXxBHaxyMQVcA/s320/DC0B2DA3-855A-4FA9-A186-55EF91C15A8B.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Hey Doll(s)! Thoughts, prayers and big, big energy tonight for my Mom who is recovering from surgery following a fall that left her with a snapped humerus and three cracked ribs. An eight inch plate and 6 screws are in place by her wonderful surgeon and the prognosis is excellent. The newly remodeled and added to, Mid Michigan Hospital in Alpena is gorgeous and the staff have been wonderful. In fact, so wonderful that she’s probably nervous about coming home tomorrow under Nurse Ratchett’s (Me!) care. But we will get ‘er done with all the family and friends nearby. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>So don’t be alarmed if you pass Nancy’s house and don't see her mowing the lawn, raking leaves or washing her car, know that she’s taking a few weeks off. She should be fully back in action by ‘shoveling season.’ Ya can’t keep that good woman down! </p><p><br /></p><p>P.S. Can I get some commotion for the back of my Nashville jean jacket? Thanks to Cheryl for help me with my Dolly homage! 🫶🏼</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-10687623425278949632022-10-11T12:41:00.000-07:002022-10-11T12:41:07.462-07:00Scarecrow in the Garden...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4t6oUSSGYq9Xl2f1BL-ReTAsheuNBNe27QiBh6zhZpt_5v69TxnD2LJL4uj0mT1blsFDVl8Z5yi8xGeafke3c8qRQaO7ITNkpDJ9i17xFV350o3rUCyISFbBxwsdN2qMXMxRHZat4zMjnjZjiPuPei-8XymfoogBvytZbs8CzumUtRcRsc2x0jaEfQ/s4032/E4057FEA-D046-4A6F-963C-BDCF9423C1B9.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4t6oUSSGYq9Xl2f1BL-ReTAsheuNBNe27QiBh6zhZpt_5v69TxnD2LJL4uj0mT1blsFDVl8Z5yi8xGeafke3c8qRQaO7ITNkpDJ9i17xFV350o3rUCyISFbBxwsdN2qMXMxRHZat4zMjnjZjiPuPei-8XymfoogBvytZbs8CzumUtRcRsc2x0jaEfQ/s320/E4057FEA-D046-4A6F-963C-BDCF9423C1B9.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> Aaaaand, we’re back! After a fabulous long weekend in Nashville we are back to reality and totally exhausted. I just cannot hang like I used to-girlfriend is gettin' old.<div><br /></div><div>The main event on Saturday night was a fundraiser benefitting battered and abused children in Tennessee. We feel like it's a very important cause and I love that we are fortunate enough to be able to help. Donating is very important to us and I hope we are making a small difference. </div><div><br /></div><div>Last week at Tim Horton's, the person in front of me paid for my iced coffee! I never had that happen before and I happily bought the order for the person behind me. If you haven't experienced either side of that, you should-it's amazing!</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks to our dear friends Don and Tami who have hosted us for the second year. New puppy, Paci (that's peace in Italian and pronounced Pach-ay!) provided much comic relief, as well as alleviating a little of the loneliness for our Hazel kitty.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I'm home now and needing a nap. So.. see y'all next week. XO</div><div><br /></div>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-4489957943328958662022-09-28T11:04:00.007-07:002022-10-05T04:35:50.575-07:00Kitty Kat Dance Party…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCNGtvbYpNS6F2Ypa4iOCh6lWuGiXNXGnYjr2Z2kImvKPUIDL-KeahM2XPh9R6J4NhSnBAbe1cksp3c5OUnDZKCyeDUryxNqVAQc3bAkS1pmelSa2yhB_vbx8-Zg-baAo75Xaj5NVR8GaBi7XVBvzDJzz8OoXEUWx2zIEA01CfALOPr7l_6tqnxZvqA/s1551/6B8CEE87-A7BC-416C-B250-8518EDACD662.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1551" data-original-width="1519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTCNGtvbYpNS6F2Ypa4iOCh6lWuGiXNXGnYjr2Z2kImvKPUIDL-KeahM2XPh9R6J4NhSnBAbe1cksp3c5OUnDZKCyeDUryxNqVAQc3bAkS1pmelSa2yhB_vbx8-Zg-baAo75Xaj5NVR8GaBi7XVBvzDJzz8OoXEUWx2zIEA01CfALOPr7l_6tqnxZvqA/s320/6B8CEE87-A7BC-416C-B250-8518EDACD662.jpeg" width="313" /></a></div><br />Yesterday just happened to be National Taco Day and I happened to be able to stuff my face with tacos at the Ossineke Eagles club. I was up north at my family’s for a quick visit and also to settle in Hazel at Granny Nanny’s Kitty Kat Daycare. Spoiled brat that she is, Hazel has never been left home alone and usually travels with us but she loves her vacations at Gramma’s. <div><br /></div><div>Randy and I have two trips coming up so I will be without my little buddy for about a month. It sort of feels like when the kids are back in school and you get that little breathing room. And like when Randy goes hunting: I am happy to see her go and happy to have her home. Be a good girl for Gramma, Hazel.</div><div><br /></div><div>Strong wishes for friends Don and Shannon as they make their way to Florida. The most selfless people I know, are headed down with a truckload of relief items to help in any way they can. How wonderful is that?</div><div><br /></div><div>Have a great week! XO</div>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-69399243824146046922022-09-22T11:46:00.015-07:002022-12-19T11:43:49.625-08:00Black Dog...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaSjwKyrOhLS8eO2e59IEAKRJKv7U-GyoLoCPNpmiNHcgl10iT7mQVPqBSIPAhIt1PaShIFAQtOA3I7dxr7WRQjJ3oJsJkghTPvX1oJafFUGXp0hIhK0_KPEcEEA97zOnORIdiu61gzbOiP5Tu-VpdAcNlmKdtNAGOTKNpeyJdY60DZZfa60XyTb7sg/s4032/9FBBA9F8-0892-4D09-B35F-A30FBCB99F71.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOaSjwKyrOhLS8eO2e59IEAKRJKv7U-GyoLoCPNpmiNHcgl10iT7mQVPqBSIPAhIt1PaShIFAQtOA3I7dxr7WRQjJ3oJsJkghTPvX1oJafFUGXp0hIhK0_KPEcEEA97zOnORIdiu61gzbOiP5Tu-VpdAcNlmKdtNAGOTKNpeyJdY60DZZfa60XyTb7sg/s320/9FBBA9F8-0892-4D09-B35F-A30FBCB99F71.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p><br /></p><p>I am pleased to introduce the newest member of my extended family. </p><p><br /></p><p> Meet Reba! Also known as Ms. Reba, Reba Mcentire, Reebs, Reba the Love Sponge, RebaSaurus and Rebaderci. She is a seven-year-old black Labrador that lived without much human contact for her whole life. Our niece Nicole changed all that by taking her into her home and loving her hard. Once a wild, unmannered dog, she now is learning basic commands and no longer jumps on people she meets. (Other than me, cuz I love it.) </p><p><br /></p><p> Reba is easily the most loving dog I have ever met and that says a lot! She loves to cuddle and gives nice kisses in an effort to make up for lost time. Nicole has spoiled her within an inch, with monogramed bowls, special toys, and numerous bandanas. Her days start out with an over easy egg, then retrieving the ball and maybe some hammock or porch time and her nights are spent snuggling on a California king size bed. </p><p><br /></p><p> She, like our old Mickey, has scratched the winning lottery ticket with her new life! Reba loves to visit us at the beach and enjoys swimming, long beach walks, bonfires and lots of treattreats. With her glossy black fur, snow white toofies and brown expressive eyes, she is irresistible and has won over all of our hearts. </p><p><br /></p><p>This weekend She will be visiting Auntie Day Care where the spoiling will continue. I hope Reba has as much fun as I will! ❤️🐶</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-73792916097113897262022-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:002022-09-13T20:00:43.268-07:00Good Vibrations....<p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnXmfjPaP2Bd0JB052ogyiDHfIpFJkG9P5tOf2uYdp5uObUe6R266QwIMjKJ8115X60wzkz4No0AtylCnUj-q6C4BfNXp66hfPZV6IMkY5AcosLeLODexXmk8pcgwoOjpbTjrtR6Cdl2hHb0UcNC0_exH9nJN7wZXS1n4cHrMY494oR7xpVI97h6upw/s3574/AB80A548-C840-4E4A-8BA8-BEF66DA4746D.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3574" data-original-width="2681" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitnXmfjPaP2Bd0JB052ogyiDHfIpFJkG9P5tOf2uYdp5uObUe6R266QwIMjKJ8115X60wzkz4No0AtylCnUj-q6C4BfNXp66hfPZV6IMkY5AcosLeLODexXmk8pcgwoOjpbTjrtR6Cdl2hHb0UcNC0_exH9nJN7wZXS1n4cHrMY494oR7xpVI97h6upw/s320/AB80A548-C840-4E4A-8BA8-BEF66DA4746D.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>This week when I got my oil changed on Lux, I left with a very satisfied feeling. I was responsible and did the right thing for her engine. They put the little sticker my windshield reminding me to do it all again in 5,000 miles. I get the very same feeling when I get my teeth cleaned. Responsible. These are necessary tasks and a part of life, and I am always sort of relieved when I've accomplished them. Even going to get groceries and hauling them in and putting them away. Satisfaction knowing that I am stocked with what we need. Same goes for putting away the last of the clean laundry.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>But now, the responsible, satisfied feeling has a name-'adulting.' Huh? You mean just slogging thru the day doing what has to be done? As opposed to what? Childing-where you wear diapers and drink from a bottle? Or teening-where you stare at your phone and constantly take pictures of yourself? Sheesh...I think it's ridiculous. </p><p><br /></p><p>And I understand 'good vibes' or 'good vibes only' and I think I rode that slang train back in the 70's. Positive energy and thoughts can manifest good things and Lord knows we need all the help we can get. But now, everything is a vibe. My outfit-it's a vibe. That paint color-truly a vibe. My clean closet-a major vibe. It's a thing maybe, but a vibe? Not so sure. I fear that the vibes good intentions have fallen into a sort of all-encompassing word for anything you may have to describe or comment on. How about, 'your outfit looks great, the paint color is appropriate for this space and that closet is killer organized?' Or you could just say that it's a vibe. Good, bad, or ugly-the shit is vibeing. </p><p><br /></p><p>So, what's my rant about? Am I just crabby due to adulting all day with very little vibe? Not sure, but I know that as I consider my days accomplishments with Hazel purring loudly on my lap, all is good. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />And that my friend, IS a vibe! XO<p></p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-31815903082821117702022-09-06T17:07:00.001-07:002022-09-06T17:28:10.699-07:00Jolly Roger...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5nbEAIxr7vfXMrO9w0qTxAf8JkuZf4KUYQCpGOev0jmyNZd6dFFPdQNmxCDHZCFF_rIAuIuW95uFW0fGVnmw3ckJA8gJMw2fN2ipS9Nqmf9e24A5Y6CphlIepXgytYXX-0DtVrU2mHDq2E2tKk4Iw4_FAFehXE7KzGdngJTRyEZMRzWf7cZyha41dg/s960/79FF4456-D9E2-4C10-8F2B-75D88197F4AF.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv5nbEAIxr7vfXMrO9w0qTxAf8JkuZf4KUYQCpGOev0jmyNZd6dFFPdQNmxCDHZCFF_rIAuIuW95uFW0fGVnmw3ckJA8gJMw2fN2ipS9Nqmf9e24A5Y6CphlIepXgytYXX-0DtVrU2mHDq2E2tKk4Iw4_FAFehXE7KzGdngJTRyEZMRzWf7cZyha41dg/s320/79FF4456-D9E2-4C10-8F2B-75D88197F4AF.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpE_QBfMJ0OIicxQvG8Q9HItnITMAHF4RaTqq20ozUQcM8yUjFqOf2JQb4hqzCsPXzngzAGzPzuy1UH8WDlEhrdcLv-irQT2cwLZrI2IQEwrbM77O9erVcpUYab6ShG29AAOqBJ8vhUxovzFGeAZQ53GFglXSVEtgTVMGsPnBpZS80f1plbCJcZEMxPw/s960/4D231BAD-3E4D-4F26-AE5B-316739DF21F6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpE_QBfMJ0OIicxQvG8Q9HItnITMAHF4RaTqq20ozUQcM8yUjFqOf2JQb4hqzCsPXzngzAGzPzuy1UH8WDlEhrdcLv-irQT2cwLZrI2IQEwrbM77O9erVcpUYab6ShG29AAOqBJ8vhUxovzFGeAZQ53GFglXSVEtgTVMGsPnBpZS80f1plbCJcZEMxPw/s320/4D231BAD-3E4D-4F26-AE5B-316739DF21F6.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf9d0iMTZBGrOqyb0MDZQ8jW5_FENgnK_P_sNpW-8GBmdIuYDY-GcDFnuXUvRsUe3YGgzdkkRH-GxbV-7y3om3nVoxXn4m47nGTxWHVm2JuIGevYEvz33FRwc78IdGtxfTEkEomyBRwRFsWnOvna6IAcT0tkyOKtZ2o93nEYLnGnu64Y7S1vrGk7EkdA/s960/2AC863B3-2408-4F33-A181-30A161A28B5E.jpeg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;">(</a></div><br /> It was a Labor (Day weekend!) of love as the Dale's hosted an end of summer bash. It had been years since our last beach party and the time had come for another! The decks were swabbed and the flags were flying, and blessedly, the skies were clear. Themed as a Pirate and Mermaid party-friends, family and neighbors turned out in all their finery. Bar-b-que and grog was enjoyed by all the scallywags and strumpets. The amazing Rocky Trop band played live for an astounding six hours! <div><br /></div><div> The night ended up at the bonfire with some very tired Dales. I would like to thank all of you who participated in our nonsense and for the delicious food that was contributed. Also, the crew that manned the grill and those who cleaned up on Sunday morning. (Lord knows, I was moving a bit slow.) And also to Pup and Stephanie for the fabulous entertainment-I can't get enough of you!</div><div><br /></div><div>Arrrrr, Matey's and Happy Fall! <br />XOXO<br /><p></p><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-62076253611017960862022-08-31T05:37:00.000-07:002022-08-31T05:37:11.055-07:00Strawberry Wine..<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEn7NLaCxulTY3Hy41JDI93Gk3m0LEHh5PXVcAE2IItkEpwqjk24kHHu3jCqlyqMeTy9L5_HVgDFtXxcJKXO3Yh1OSprwW0Zsdbm6_fCCfFMQaI4z-loT-fGIy3zQ-q82m3ebEUqkxkqvCsBmofUqdde9zk6ITv4P30XahiIGkQqjj1YjXCXDH3fpZA/s3088/296A36AA-97BB-4C99-A8B2-C79605594094.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEn7NLaCxulTY3Hy41JDI93Gk3m0LEHh5PXVcAE2IItkEpwqjk24kHHu3jCqlyqMeTy9L5_HVgDFtXxcJKXO3Yh1OSprwW0Zsdbm6_fCCfFMQaI4z-loT-fGIy3zQ-q82m3ebEUqkxkqvCsBmofUqdde9zk6ITv4P30XahiIGkQqjj1YjXCXDH3fpZA/s320/296A36AA-97BB-4C99-A8B2-C79605594094.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> As an avowed wino, my illustrious history goes way back. As an underage imbiber, my girl gang and I awoke our palates with none other than Boone’s Farm and probably sipped it on an actual ‘strawberry hill.’ We thought we were the epitome of class and quite possibly the inspiration for a country song. When TJ Swan introduced ‘Easy Nights,’ our fickle selves paid the additional 25 cents a bottle and enjoyed some very easy nights. (Mornings-not so much….) The next step-and it was a big one-was the land of white Zinfandel. Even the name sounded exotic and I felt totally sophisticated sipping the pretty pink swill. With a brief foray into Zima, I have settled on Pinot Grigio as my drink of choice. It’s light and easy and again, has a bit of the exotic sound.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>So basically I enjoy white wine, but when friends treated us to a bottle of Caymus, I was all in. Luscious, smooth and velvety, sort of like a liquid chocolate, it pairs well with seafood, pork or veal. </p><p><br /></p><p>Or crunchy cheese curls….What can I say-I’m Strawberry Hill girl at heart.</p><p><br /></p><p>Thank you to Jim and Debbie for the fabulous taste sensation. You are friends as fine as Caymus! XO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-48671657921754895212022-08-23T14:42:00.000-07:002022-08-23T14:42:22.939-07:00Rebel Rebel…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dqbTHSoJUyy-jzjVsdl58kqunf_2GzjkYuS4j0KFQ_5H3MK8DH_Pk3lnaVQ2JjxO8AGVw7ejdNJNEeugZ7njS888PX0yU1xF-z0ltbqSCKgk14Uqt8x4J79AegoubZ29Rs66y0cIkJg3Z-nnxHB7cgQSx2Nex7Bw__i8FQanEDYkiHUFCWlhqZRk0g/s3088/939088AD-B0A5-4B72-BA05-C0D522E3009E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dqbTHSoJUyy-jzjVsdl58kqunf_2GzjkYuS4j0KFQ_5H3MK8DH_Pk3lnaVQ2JjxO8AGVw7ejdNJNEeugZ7njS888PX0yU1xF-z0ltbqSCKgk14Uqt8x4J79AegoubZ29Rs66y0cIkJg3Z-nnxHB7cgQSx2Nex7Bw__i8FQanEDYkiHUFCWlhqZRk0g/s320/939088AD-B0A5-4B72-BA05-C0D522E3009E.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> I’ve been called a rebel all of my life. Not in some civil disobedience kind of way, but more as a personal way of life. If my Dad were here today, he’d surely corroborate! Much to his chagrin, I was the defender of everything he was not. I spouted naive half-truths and interrupted his logic with my sassy mouth and always had to have the last word. (Sassy was also my nickname.) I fought hard for equality and women's rights and would have burned my bra if only I had one on. I pushed dress codes and curfews just because I could. I took all dares and expressed my opinions whether you were interested or not. I love a good debate. But…so….does that make me a rebel? Well, these days with my adult tact in place, I like to imagine myself as aware, strong willed and free spirited-and not nearly as sassy. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>I’ve learned the lessons I was trying to be taught. Shut up and listen. Think before you speak, or sass. Walk a mile in another’s shoes. Be compassionate and considerate. Don’t take things so seriously-or personally. Do the best you can. I’m still an old school rebel and I always will be. </p><p><br /></p><p>How am I doin’, Dad? I’ll let you have the last word. Signed:your sassy rebel. XO</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-23070386619108995262022-08-16T11:43:00.001-07:002022-08-16T11:43:49.848-07:00Two Pink Lines…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgXeRna8svn_ijpoGaT-oHgt_VJI6pbewRkK8FRDDJszRrpSd20ZIldKNkYkkp13ZvVMYpsz6dgeCBjqi89gf6W6sCRnSIvlT1Wgbv3GGTC8192s0XmG_BPdcGcmJ1sXAw7t6Rb4ZQB7FfAPjtTHxnU0XfYu7lXmZtdDyo2GeO11AaGD4_WMUKKqhqQ/s3519/836C4C4D-E030-4C00-A779-20D34EA83FE7.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3519" data-original-width="2639" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgXeRna8svn_ijpoGaT-oHgt_VJI6pbewRkK8FRDDJszRrpSd20ZIldKNkYkkp13ZvVMYpsz6dgeCBjqi89gf6W6sCRnSIvlT1Wgbv3GGTC8192s0XmG_BPdcGcmJ1sXAw7t6Rb4ZQB7FfAPjtTHxnU0XfYu7lXmZtdDyo2GeO11AaGD4_WMUKKqhqQ/s320/836C4C4D-E030-4C00-A779-20D34EA83FE7.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br />I’ve always had a fascination with flamingos. Their vivid pink color with the crazy body porportions make such an exotic look. A few years ago, after many years of searching, I spotted a flamboyance in the wild. My brother and I both gasped as we noted the hot pink color against the aqua water and green mangroves. It was truly a beautiful and rare sighting. <p></p><p><br /></p><p>At Cheeseburger in Caseville on Saturday, I hooked up with with these little birds. Did you know that a flock of is called a ‘flamboyance?’ Isn’t that the coolest? Flamboyance was in overload as we saw people turned out in all the finery for the event. Decorated golf carts, cars, and many doggo’s sported the tropical theme. Lots of good viewings as we munched our cheeseburgers and sipped our libations.</p><p><br /></p><p> Cheeseburger is a fun event and I recommend going if you ever feel the need to ‘flamingle, ‘. (I think I just added some ‘cheese’ to the festival!). That’s the Case(ville!). Have a flamboyant, exotic and pink filled week! XO</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-50785774180252890672022-08-10T08:41:00.000-07:002022-08-10T08:41:04.689-07:00The Motto…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqSYDZlzssSWY0ZNtV9MxOmZM9QhDYykJjMk8wF9v9724Cm-joOf4x_Vkuj2Sh7djLreLrl1GtHwWXw7K_YEroxv42lhJ7imdAybH8cOUJ5LjGuJTx8pGkmhZmse7ckSaJhDbZdBj9RfCrXxFq5vLNthE-kTG8osH8m8wCEVe8apzQA8_3svCiQcOQ/s3088/E535B028-6E23-4E7C-9048-6943D8A970C0.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigqSYDZlzssSWY0ZNtV9MxOmZM9QhDYykJjMk8wF9v9724Cm-joOf4x_Vkuj2Sh7djLreLrl1GtHwWXw7K_YEroxv42lhJ7imdAybH8cOUJ5LjGuJTx8pGkmhZmse7ckSaJhDbZdBj9RfCrXxFq5vLNthE-kTG8osH8m8wCEVe8apzQA8_3svCiQcOQ/s320/E535B028-6E23-4E7C-9048-6943D8A970C0.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> It's National Book Lovers Day and you don't know a bigger book lover than yours truly! I started out young as a total bookworm and haunted our little towny library regularly. I loved Nancy Drew and got a hardcover every Christmas and could be found curled up all day devouring the latest mystery along with a handful of Christmas cookies. Books will always be my favorite gift.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>These days I cannot stop hoarding books. I have them stacked all over the house with every intention of reading each and every one. A good story is my stress relief, relaxation and escape and given my druthers, (what the heck is a druther?) I'd sit all day and read my heart out. I once said 'never' on an e-reader, but I admit to loving it. I can blow up the font and adjust the light for those nights I can't sleep-or would rather read. I still buy the old school books, too. Mysteries, True Crime, Biographys, Memoirs, Fiction and Non- I love them all.</p><p><br /></p><p>I love to chat with fellow bibliophiles and share us our latest reads and if I wasn't such a commitment phobe, I'd join a proper book club. Sigh....</p><p><br /></p><p>So, has anyone read any good books you'd like to recommend or discuss? You know where to find me- with my book and a glass of wine-hey! Gotta honor this special day! </p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-23324047987861128312022-08-02T14:09:00.002-07:002022-08-02T14:09:15.984-07:00Pressurelicious…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsyAWMsyhcZI3SEzMoJlhR6aIGRoEWVvByHvIrdlnjigE3y_-bqLjjNcQ3R9lNGHnbHt2YNRyoVnRm7ESgf92fWkoeNP_0z1W3b3xwpNXiD9llI8cXzxGSUucQOzdOtFUN7zoVwgTFc3GHs5AOoIr09QI-ndSldiTl1mK961YHlFfNbYUVv1TX80Gww/s3088/31DBA3A1-E126-4AAE-A716-6831DA1E5973.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsyAWMsyhcZI3SEzMoJlhR6aIGRoEWVvByHvIrdlnjigE3y_-bqLjjNcQ3R9lNGHnbHt2YNRyoVnRm7ESgf92fWkoeNP_0z1W3b3xwpNXiD9llI8cXzxGSUucQOzdOtFUN7zoVwgTFc3GHs5AOoIr09QI-ndSldiTl1mK961YHlFfNbYUVv1TX80Gww/s320/31DBA3A1-E126-4AAE-A716-6831DA1E5973.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div>Hi Dolls! Just a quick update on the state of the Dale life! As pictured, I have suffered ‘boxer’s fracture.’ In order to avoid a car/deer crash, Randy hit the brakes and I braced myself for the contact. So, I’m in a soft cast for awhile, hence this hunt and pick blog!<p></p><p><br /></p><p>Recently, at a Tigers game, Randy came out to discover his truck had been stolen. His Ford app located the truck, so we got it back, missing all valuables as well as a smashed window. How irritating, expensive and inconvenient!</p><p><br /></p><p>Summer is flying by and that’s the third bummer I’m dwelling on. But, as they always say-things could be worse. Hope all is well in your world(s)! XO</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-42448883316274390542022-07-27T05:54:00.000-07:002022-07-27T05:54:02.831-07:00We are Family...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFj_q8xAXeVxCfzTBQeiUHILjYvshaDg6GRZvRwLkxBw5wLzJUh9JghAK-V9bvzF4ES-IKaVZ7uDtDH-ODYozkFPPcEJvABu74_vzBEiX4rzSSVjYJesK1BVUI_HZXLXKjWAMDGO6pRtmxRso-7mRutZ96WjjIEP0memWXMkOLTXFGqryi_vNv_cd6w/s1599/162BFDC9-6028-4A03-BA34-42DFE5E17AE3.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1599" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFj_q8xAXeVxCfzTBQeiUHILjYvshaDg6GRZvRwLkxBw5wLzJUh9JghAK-V9bvzF4ES-IKaVZ7uDtDH-ODYozkFPPcEJvABu74_vzBEiX4rzSSVjYJesK1BVUI_HZXLXKjWAMDGO6pRtmxRso-7mRutZ96WjjIEP0memWXMkOLTXFGqryi_vNv_cd6w/s320/162BFDC9-6028-4A03-BA34-42DFE5E17AE3.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> These days it's very hard to get family together-especially with little children. It gets much more complex when the kids come from Japan, Slovenia, Denver and Ann Arbor! Last weekend the stars aligned and for the first time ever, the whole gang came to my sister and brother in laws. <p></p><div><br /></div><div>The weather was perfection as we snacked, celebrated, laughed and ate some more. The kids rode the golf cart around and fished in the pond. We caught up on all the news and I was able to reconnect with my great nieces and nephews that I hadn't seen since I visited them in Dubai. All of my nieces and nephews are very cosmopolitan, and I love hearing about their jobs and lives. It's a very mixed bag of tricks! I am very proud of all of them and their delightful children.</div><div><br /></div><div>I often bemoan that everyday you see people that don't mean much to you, and it takes an act of God to spend time with those that you love. And I love my gorgeous, intelligent, and very exotic family!</div><div><br /></div><div>Family isn't something-it's EVERYTHING! Love to all from Auntie Jodi XO </div>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1483390380721124705.post-9740387518679084712022-07-19T13:05:00.002-07:002022-07-19T13:05:46.495-07:00Break my Soul…<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EKWX4wLFUp-n165TWVGbCRPtRfyDg4JmWfo3nrFCGf0VHNOPLjgedmFPi0-jmRELLGNJqjOOJgoiK_yxgdEEb-YmD3znYkOCXJXkGomhMIZ6_Xb98CD6bk0KkqUFl-741iWoO07nuN5XeR4gJefqV_FQBnbvOAWqMzDu_Zh0fNqnIiJUSINj8ALuOw/s4032/08604416-E77D-4BFF-B496-E0800B09CD38.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_EKWX4wLFUp-n165TWVGbCRPtRfyDg4JmWfo3nrFCGf0VHNOPLjgedmFPi0-jmRELLGNJqjOOJgoiK_yxgdEEb-YmD3znYkOCXJXkGomhMIZ6_Xb98CD6bk0KkqUFl-741iWoO07nuN5XeR4gJefqV_FQBnbvOAWqMzDu_Zh0fNqnIiJUSINj8ALuOw/s320/08604416-E77D-4BFF-B496-E0800B09CD38.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> We were driving to dinner in Islamorada when I spotted the boat. On the oceanside, beached up on shore, sat a small blue boat. I knew in an instant that it was a boat that ventured there from Cuba. We see them all the time, homemade rickety crafts that house far more passengers than allowed-all fleeing from Cuba with its poverty, crime, and shortage of food and medicine. They pack in the boats with the sole purpose of a better life starting in Miami. Without adequate safety measures or food and water, they venture across in boats held together with tar and staples. It’s an unbelievable risk of their lives. All for the American Dream.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>We pulled over and inspected the boat. It was hard to believe that it made it from Cuba to Islamorada and we wondered if the passengers made it to someplace of refuge. It is such a sobering sight to see this desperation up close and be reminded how very lucky I am.</p><p><br /></p><p>For all that I try not to take for granted, I said a prayer for those dreaming of a better life. God bless you and make the waters calm. May food, water and medicine be plenty for you. May you reach your awaiting family and secure the life you are dreaming of. God bless and Godspeed.</p>jodihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01798858210138821711noreply@blogger.com0