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

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

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!

Million Reasons...

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 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 

Starboy...

How about this proud Auntie huggin' up to supernephew, Spencer. Thanksgiving day was enjoyed with this loving, handsome and respectful guy.  Thank you for being so indulgent and polite to your old Autie.  I love you very much. xo  And shout out to my sister, Lisa and bro-in-law, Steve for once again outdoing yourself with dinner.  It was soooo delish!

So, now it begins.  My Season of My Inadequacy....Martha Stewart, I am not.  Most definitely not and every year at this time I am reminded of the fact.

It's November 28 and I barely have my Thanksgiving oysters and duck digested... But here it is smacking me in the face like a pumpkin pie with 3 inches of dream whip.  Only not nearly so sweet.

Have you guessed where my failure lies?  (And don't say that my 'roots' need doing-I wore a hat to cover that issue!)  Okay, here it is-I am not yet full on into the holiday spirit.  Yep, there I said it.  I must be a big old green Grinch.

I never have the patience for Black Friday-skipped altogether.  I have not yet decked the halls (who even does their halls, anyways?) or even dragged up my Christmas tree from the basement where I left it assembled from last year.   I still have up my Halloween wreath and there are 4 pots of dead mums on the front porch.  One of my lilies even bloomed last week!  My outside lights are still in the snarl that I left 'em, minus the snow; however, my neighbor has his annual Clark Griswold display already lit.  One neighbor even hires a boom thing to reach his 40 foot tree.  By the time the rest of my street is done, Detroit Edison can fault us for the occasional wattage overload.  In Rocky, I am still riding to the classic rock station, not at all ready for WNIC with the 24 hour Christmas carols. (shudder!) I'm hoping my Mom bakes her yummy cookies cuz mine are usually a fail.  By the time I leave out flour, butter and sugar...well, you can only imagine.  I am capable of doing Chex Mix...My shopping is not done, and I haven't even made a list.  (This might be due to the fact that I only donate instead of gift.) 

But somehow I'll getter all done...If not, I'll slap some antlers on Mickey and have a glass of wine by my fireplace-with or without the stockings! 

Tuolumne...

Happy Monday, everybody.  After a mentally and physically exhausting weekend, I needed a 'happy' day.  All day Saturday and Sunday found me behind my table at the Women2Women Expo in Birch Run.  I represented F.A.N. as well as my own book.  My tag said, "Jodi Dale-author" and I proudly wore it.  I handed out drug understanding and prevention material, answered questions and sold books.  The hardest thing was hearing the very moving stories of families suffering with their loved ones.  There were tears and lots of hugs as total strangers related with me.  It was very rewarding, but I was soooo glad to get home on Sunday night!

I was shocked at the temperature this morning when Mickey and I went out to get the paper.  Brrrrrrr, what a turnaround since Friday!  Here comes winter-ready or not.  Later, I had my very first go at
'cross training.'  What in God's name was I thinking?  It was very challenging, but somehow this old chick made it through.  As I sit here tonight, my muscles are already beginning to lock up.  Plan to do it occasionally, but it's a bit much for me to do regularly!

I then skipped off to get my whites pearly.  My darling hygienist told me that I was doing a good job and my teeth looked good.  Cool-see you in six months.  Spent some time on the phone catching up with my old pal Tim-it was so good to hear his warm, bass voice. xo

Got some groceries, showered and took a long nap.  Ahhhhh, now that's a full day of self love and I feel back on track.  Buuttt....on Wednesday, we are back on the road, heading up north for our annual Thanksgiving-On-the farm.  Crazy but fun.

I hope you all have a happy and warm Thanksgiving with people you love.  I am so thankful for family, food, and friends.  And I thank you all for your kind support of my endeavors.  It means the world to me.  xo

24K Magic.....

How about a little throwback pic of me and my dollfriend, Stacey at her wedding.  Not sure of the exact year, but I guess it to be around 2000.  It was a very happy celebration.  But bittersweet.  Stacey and her hubby were moving to Texas and I feared I would never see her again.  I cried all the way home that night.

Recently, I had a chance to hook back up with this darling girl.  From the moment we met at the salon, our connection was magic.  I may have been the big sister she never had and she may have been another little sister for me.  We shared a common interest in literature and irony.  We loved to 'get it' and look at each other and crack up laughing in total understanding.  We have helped each other through the darkest moments of our lives and wouldn't have had it any other way. 

But life can sometimes get in the way and even with fond thoughts, it's hard to stay in touch.  A couple of weeks ago, Stacey and our mutual friend, Kim, and I got together for breakfast.  It was the most wonderful reunion ever!  We all hit the ground running as the friends we always were.  We all drank coffee and talked all at the same time as we caught up on each others lives.  What, I ask you, is better than that?  We have vowed to stay in closer touch and make our meet ups more regular.

I drove home with a smile on my face knowing that this was a true and real thing.  I've always known that true friendships are special and genuine-no matter how long the separation. 

So guard your friendships.  Nurture them, respect them and make time for them.  They are the people you choose to guard your secrets and love you unconditionally.  I can't say how happy that makes me.xoxo

Harvest Moon...

As I piloted Rocco on his maiden voyage to Ossineke, the beauty of northern Michigan stunned me once again.  I sometimes forget that stretch of U.S. 23 north of Oscoda where the road curves and the bronze and gold leafed trees give way to the blue sky and the lighter blue water.  Throw in some white, fluffy clouds, some whitecaps and the sugar sand for some contrast and you have beauty.  Pure Michigan beauty. 

In the face of all the 'ugly' lately, (election stuff!) I sorely needed the escape of some 'hum time' that a long drive provides. With my iTunes playing my favorites and a Tim Horton's iced coffee, I enjoyed every minute of the 3:42 minute drive-most notably the last hour of awesome fall wonder.

And do you want to hear the best one?  First, when walking into a local bank, I noticed a big sign advertising my book reading on Tuesday night.  Wow.  Wouldja take a look at that?  And then, while shopping in Alpena today, a perfect stranger came up to me and said, "Hey, didn't you write that book?"  Picture my dignified response....My eyes bugging out and my head swiveling around-you mean me?  I almost dropped the expensive gee gaw I had in my hand, realizing that yes, she meant me.  I composed myself long enough to answer her questions,  only barely in time before I burst out in a fit of giggles at the ludicracy of it all. Not gonna lie, as surreal as the moment was, I won't soon forget it.

  So, tomorrow night, as I do another speech and book reading, I hope to be worthy of the attention and support that my town has shown me.  And when I get a little nervous from all this attention, I'll take a deep breath and remind myself, "there's no place like home, there's no place like home."   xoxo

Zombie...

Happy Halloween!  When I asked Siri my question, I'm not gonna lie, I loved her answer.  I'm puzzled too, Siri!  Years ago, as a teenager and young adult, my fashion choices were sometimes (well, most of the time!) uniquely my own.  I remember prancing out as a teenager, all trussed up in my finery.  Feeling every inch of look.  My Grandpa would look me up and down and say, "what do you call that outfit?  It's Halloween everyday for Jodi!"  Psssssshhhhhhtttt-that's the air going out of my balloon.  But only for a second.  I simply possessed too much confidence to care what anyone thought.  But he was right-a little, anyway.  I probably was pushing the edge a bit.  I still love dressing up and Halloween is perfect for going the extra mile in self-expression and fantasy.  I partied with my pals tonight and helped pass out candy to the little beggars.  I enjoyed seeing the children all proud of their costumes as they grabbed the goodies.  It's my wish for them that they stay guileless and creative in their lives.  It's liberating and brings such joy.  For me at least.  And the candy just makes it all the sweeter.

Enjoy all the sweet creativity that this world has to offer.  You know, I'm going to!  xo

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

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

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

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 Hatterahhhhhhsssss....my 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

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

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

Runaway...

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

Lowdown...

Happy Labor Day!  On Saturday I was expecting my brother to drive down the hill to hang with us for beachfront fun, but I was NOT expecting to have my sister, Lisa, surprise me!  I was so excited to see her and have a few days with nothing but fun scheduled.  And could it have been a more perfect weekend-weather wise?  Even though it was just the usual beachhouse shenanigans, we had a great time.  I usually do not like surprises, but this one was one I loved. 

Thanks for making the weekend special, Lisa.  You are the best.   Love, Jodi xo

Afrodisiac...

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 Napoléon 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

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

Slide....

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!

Coastal...

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

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!

Sign O' the Times...

Please, I beg you; make it stop! My brain hurts and I'm about to bleed out my eyeballs.  Do I have a painful migraine you might wonder? Nope, just me endurin' the politics.  And I hate it.

To me, political opinions are a private matter.  Depending on how we were raised, personal beliefs and exposure, we all believe it what's right for us personally.  It's like religion to me-also personal.  I do not force my beliefs on you and I prefer you do the same for me.  When those guys sweating in their suits ring my doorbell, I politely tell them that I respect them for their faith and ask for the same respect back.  My facebook, ideally a polite cocktail hour kind of conversation is full of people blowing their chosen horns.  And it can get ugly.  There is not one thing that I read on 'fake' book that will change my basic beliefs.  Stop it already!!

I have endured the conventions, in fact it's on in the background tonight.  And I can say that it's worse than a playground fight.  Mud slingin' and classless.  People just worked up into a frenzy!  How are we ever going to stand united with words like 'black voters',  the 'gay vote', 'rich people', etc.  Sound bites, he said/she said.  CNN and FOX.  Tearing each other down to make the other look bad. Who can you believe?  Grandstanding and pontificating.  And why do the speakers have to act like 60 year old cheerleaders dragging out each word?  IIIIIIIIIIIIIII     WILLLLLLL  BEEE  GREEAAAT! 

Really, cuz you sound like an idiot!

From my sparkly bubble a different picture would come into view.  I wish we could just have a King and Queen.  Maybe monarchy with princesses!  On white horses!  Wearing cool hats and waving like prom queens.  Darling children to admire.  They wouldn't dream of shouting hoarsely into the mic.  There would be decorum and class.  People would be nice to each other.  We would work for the good of all of us.  With respect and compassion and love.

Hey, I can dream, can't I.  For now, I'll just take two Tylenols and hope for the best. 

These are Days...

Happy Tuesday!   What a week I had.  After struggling (still!) with that funky virus at the beginning of the week, on Thursday I could be found in Detroit attending the S.H.A.R. (Self Help Addiction Recovery) celebrating the 47th. anniversary of the organization.  I was warmly welcomed and met some Detroit dignitaries as well as some amazing doctors, therapists, and clients of SHAR.  I spoke my little story and totally enjoyed the afternoon.  There are some very special people fighting the good fight and I am honored to have been included.  Thank you, cousin and friend Dayna who assisted my that day as well as took to the dance floor to learn a new hustle.  Guuurrrrl had it goin' on!

On Saturday I set up my gig at the annual F.A.N. (Families Against Narcotics) run and fundraiser.  I watched with amazement as 2000 balloons were released in the air honoring the recovering addicts as well as those who have passed.  Many people stopped by my table and told me of their struggles and as usual, I found comfort in the stories that I know so well.  I made lots of new friends and sold lots of books!  The highlight was meeting one of Dane's therapists.  She took one look at the pictures in the book and just cried her eyes out.  I love hearing how loved he was by others.  Again, it's such a good feeling learning that he touched some lives.  F.A.N. is changing lives and I would recommend the help and support that they are able to give.  It's my plan to become more involved.

Sunday I went up north to visit my great nieces who were here for a final visit before moving to Japan for 3 years.  They are little dolls and I hate that they will be so far away.  Had a wonderful time with the family and got home today to get things back on track.

Hope all is well with you, my friends.  xo

Under the Sea...

For a girl who quit celebrating birthdays a long time ago, I must admit to being swept up in the hoopla yesterday.  My family and friends simply will not comply with my wishes to just let it be another day.  Facebook, email, gmail and texts and cards netted me well over a hundred wishes and I loved reading every one of them.  It's weird to think of that many people having you cross their minds on the same day.  Thank you to all who took a moment to make me feel special.

At the beachhouse friends and family showered me with love and attention.  There were gift conspirators,  double chocolate brownies with salted caramel frosting, jewelry, mermaid shenanigans and many toasts for another great year.  I want to thank my friends and family-Randy, Mark and Cheryl and Nicole for making me a happy mermaid.  I love you all very much.   xo

Paradise City...

Happy Fourth of July, friends!  With lots of guest revelers, good food and drink plus picture postcard weather-how could things just not be all teed up for my favorite holiday?  I'll tell you how....

I had the flu.  Yep, in the summer on the 4th. of July weekend.  As our company rolled in on Friday and set up their tents, I had not one problematic symptom.  My brother arrived and we started with a cocktail and catch-up.  Randy joined after work and got Mickey and Hazel all situated.  Shortly after dinner during a roaring bonfire, my throat started to feel scratchy and suddenly everything seemed too loud.  I crept off to bed early with a good book.  By Saturday morning I was full blown Ms. Flubug Fanny.  I barely left the bedroom as the party and boating went on without me.  I couldn't help but acknowledge how much more miserable it is to be sick in the summer instead of the winter.  Hot tea, my fireplace and a snuggly blanket is how you are supposed to get thru the virus-maybe while watching snowflakes drift down. Not while it's hot and the FOURTH OF JULY weekend.  Did I mention how it is my favorite holiday?  Anyway, by Sunday morning I was feeling almost human.  Not Bloody Mary in the morning human with the gang human, but at least able to sit up and take nourishment.  The flu shot I got this fall must have been the thing that lessened the symptoms and time frame.  I forged on and still managed to eke out a fun time.

Anyways, after hitting up the Guns and Roses concert last week, (which was totally fabulous!) I indulged in my guilty pleasure of reading 'rocker lit'.  Yes, I am well into the biography of Slash.  I admit to developing a little crush on him and now I have to find out what he is really like.  And the book is not half bad! 

God bless America, land of the free (to read rocker lit!) and home of the brave (enough for an old chick to endure the traffic, parking, crowd and long lines at a GnR show.)  Now if I just coulda met the Slash-that would have cured me for sure!   xo

Sit Still, Look Pretty...

was the order from Randy as he snapped this pic of me and Cheryl last Saturday. 

Hours of work earlier gleaned us this refurbished tiki bar and Sissy and I were only to happy to plop down with a glass of vino to reward ourselves.  Our bar was in serious need of a facelift and now it's ready to rock out another summer.  Dig the groovy pirate ship I scored at the local thrift for two bucks!   My favorite holiday is looming and we are expecting a hoard of company for the usual shenanigans.  Barbeque, boating, bonfire, beer, stargazing and s'mores are what we do.  Just hope the weather holds out for all these activities.

Till then, these old mermaids need a refill!  See you all next week-enjoy the holiday. xo

Starfish and Coffee...

At boxing class last week I had to once again remind HottyToddy (our instructor) that I do not have the chutzpah to do a thousand burpees.  Yes burpees-the bane of my existence.  You know, those torturous moves that start innocently enough and then work into a push up and then a jump up.  Fuggitabout it!  First off my old lady bladder does not allow for that much jumping and will send me off to the ladies room p.d.q.  And secondly, I feel it's time to honor my spine.  Try as I might to watch my form, burpees still hurt my back.  And besides, what boxer bothers with the damn things anyway?  I'd rather hit the bag, and run a sprint. 

Or eat pizza.  Yes, eat pizza.  And then maybe 'burpee' a little.

Have a great week and remember to honor your spine or whatever hurts on your body these days.  This getting older stuff is not for sissies!  xo

Champions...

Sigh...It's pretty hard for me to be my usual frivolous self given the tragedy in Orlando.  Just can't do it.  Please keep in mind the deep sadness of the family and friends of the victims.  I am still processing this senseless tragedy and pray that the world can grow in compassion and tolerance. xo

Happy Birthday...

                                        

                                                                Dane Andrew Jacobs

                                                                06-06-83 to 06-05-14

                Happy  Birthday my Angel.  I miss and love you today and everyday. xoxo

Gotta be Me...

Happy Memorial Day with a special nod to all those who have bravely served us in preservation of our rights and freedoms.  All my gratitude today and everyday.    xo

Learning to Fly....

Hello friends!  It's been a 'wild' week in my world-titillating you could say....  Let me explain. 

A woman in Detroit reported that she had a chicken hanging around in her yard.  She would not have  minded but the thing showed up and cock a doodled at 5:30 a.m. every morning. No neighbors were raising yard bird and it was determined that the poor thing may have been used in cock fighting and somehow made a run for it.  Animal control would take care of the bird-on-the-run.  The woman said she now cannot even eat a chicken breast.

Friends in Dexter spotted a coyote hanging around in their yard and found this appearance very unsettling due to the fact that they ARE raising chickens.  Those exotic beauty of fowl will have to be watched very carefully until the bounty on the poor 'yote' is honored.   Nobody wants to see the critter with chicken feathers hanging off his lips.  Personally, I think that coyotes are cute and it's not their fault that they are being squeezed out of their homes.  I'll keep you 'abreast' of the situation.

At Luiggi's on Saturday night, galpal Kristin and I viewed a whole another fowl creature.  A woman sitting near us at the bar, had her blouse completely open.  Completely.  And being braless, she was totally exposed.  Luckily we had finished dinner and were paying our tab.  Her date seemed rather amused at his view, but me and Ms. K. were appalled.  In what world is that appropriate?  I'd be totally chicken to try it!  Those two giant cutlets have me put off from Luiggi's Parmesean Pollo for awhile-and also cantaloupe melons!

And in an unrelated but wild event, Kristin and I witnessed what we think was a bobcat while walking the Metro Beach trail.  About 20 feet from us, a very large cat came stalking through the weeds, grabbed a live snake in it's jowls and scampered off.  I have never seen or heard of a bobcat here, but I'm telling you, we saw a wild cat of some sort.  It actually was pretty amazing.

That's it for me, dears.  Life never ceases to amaze me!  xoxo

Short Skirt and a Long Jacket...

 

"A party without cake is just a meeting." Julia Child

On rare occasions I like to treat myself to the ultimate in sensual pleasure.  A full body experience I like to call a 'cakegasm'.  Yes friends, a dark chocolate lava cake is my pleasure.  I indulge rarely and it's worth it in every way. 

Cake..Caaakaaahhhh.  Even saying it is delicious.  As kids we would beg for my Mom's homemade sheet cake in all it's chocolate gooeyness-consuming large squares of it, before bolting outside and burning it all off.  Or it's more glamorous cousin, Red Velvet Cake.  That cake for desert, could turn a mediocre meatloaf dinner into a 5 star dining experience.  It's still one of my favorites.  As an adult, I also love carrot cake-you know, the healthy sounding cake.  As I plunge into the cream cheese frosting, my eyes roll back in my head and  I almost believe it!  Why does devil's food cake always taste better than angel food cake?   And how about 'wedding white cake'?  Undoubtedly it's the best part of the whole celebration. I will eat a four course reception dinner with all the capacity of a sparrow, saving room for when they finally cut that cake!  Me and that fluffy white cake with the sweet, thick frosting-now there's a match made in heaven.  And always I take a slice home wrapped up for later, sometimes necessitating licking the napkin to enjoy the sweetness.  I've never been able to put it under my pillow and dream sweet dreams.  More like roll around in sweet crumbs.

When something special happens to us, it's the icing on the cake.  For sure, just make sure mine is spread on extra thick.  Have your cake and eat it too?  Never understood that one.  As opposed to saving it?  Giving it away?  Having cake is ONLY about eating it too.   When something is easy it is referred to as a 'piece of cake'.  All good things=CAKE. 

Whether she truly said it or not, I agree with Marie Antoinette, "Let them eat cake!"  As possible 2016 presidential platform?   Different and better than the ones we have been hearing, that's for sure.  A sure vote getter for me!

Have a great sweet week my darling cupcakes and if things get rough, eat some cake.  Feel the magic!   xo

Love, Hope and Misery...

Just a note to tell you all how pleased I am about how my two readings that went on last Saturday.  At the first one, I was nervous, but muddled through.  The crowd held familiar faces plus faces I had never met.  After I read, I asked if anyone had any questions they would like to ask me.  When nobody responded, I asked if anyone would like to add anything.  I was thrilled to listen as a number of people stood up and told a story regarding Dane or I.  The mood lifted and I was tickled to death.  People started to get in line to purchase the book and one by one came up to my table.  One lady told me of her son that had mental illness and committed suicide.  She confided that she never understood how he could do what he did.  Another girl, 14 years old came up and whispered, "I have anxiety."  Another lady told me that her brother had just died of an overdose.  Another girl was hoping to understand a friends addicted husband.  On and on it went....I left totally overwhelmed at the outpouring of support.

At four I arrived at Rosa's to a good crowd already milling about.  My sister had me all set up and even had flowers on the table.  The reading went well and this time there were questions.  People genuinely wanted to know about addiction and how they could help.  Again, as I signed books, I heard more stories of heartache and pain.

Two days later I am still smiling.  I have two more readings scheduled in the future and I promise I will be more relaxed.  I ordered another stash of books today and am anxious to get more feedback.  I'm not gonna lie, I am still smiling.

Thank you to my family and friends who supported me in my dream.   xo

Not Today...

Hello Darlings, please send me positive thoughts as I embark on my official "North of Normal" book tour this weekend.  I am a little nervous but my fabulous editor, Mark, has advised me on possible chapter options.  Thank you all for your support here on the blog which led me to believe that I even had a chance on telling Dane and I's story.  It's simply because of you and I thank and love you all! xoxo

Sometimes it Snows in April...

Sigh.... It was some very sad news this week for me upon hearing the news of Prince's passing.  I realize I never met him, but we go waaaayyyyy back.

I started when he started somewhere around 1980, but really picked up steam in about 1983.  I remember that time being sort of a rebirth for me personally and Prince and Madonna were around to tell me that it was okay to express yourself and even (gasp!) be sexy.  And the three of us are all exactly the same age!  When we got our first real disco in Alpena and the words, "dearly beloved" came through the speakers, the dance floor would fill up with participants.  I also used "Let's go Crazy" as the cardio portion of my class when I taught at the gym.  I was delighted to find a vintage raspberry beret at the local Salvation Army, and wore it thinking I had amazing Prince style.  I watched that now cult classic "Purple Rain" over and over-amazed by Prince's riveting performance.  Later when I got my license to do hair, I cut many men and women's hair to match Prince's and his purple pants ruffled shirts were perfect and favored Halloween costumes.  I joke that my purplish hues house is prepared in cased he ever wanted to drop by.  My favorite lip gloss is called, "Sexy Mother Pucker!"

When I finally got to see him perform live in 2004, he did not disappoint.  Prince gave us all a knock out show. He was cheeky, sexy, funny and AMAZING.  He danced, winked, and made me love him even more. 

But love him?  I never even met him.  But Prince was the guy who had the secret that you wanted to have whispered in your ear.  He represented freedom, style and yes, sex to me at a time when I needed to believe it.  I will continue to play his music with thoughts of those time frames.  For that, I love him and thank him.

 I hope he rests in purple sweetness forever.
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When the Sun goes Down...

The last sunset in the Keys was gorgeous, but now it's back to reality.  We are currently in Williamsburg, Kentucky which is our last stop till Michigan.  The trip has been uneventful save for the accident in Gainesville that left us completely stopped for 2 hours-not a cool thing when the drive is already long enough.  And then there was the awful gut ache I suffered after smashing back about 3 cups of jellybeans that I foraged for and found in the counsole.  The pets have been good, riding peacefully in their little nest in the back of the truck.  We rewarded ourselves for the 12 hour day with delicious Mexican food and margaritas.  I am miserably full and tired and ready to get back home.  This vacation has me worn out and in need of a regular schedule.  And all of that goes into effect tomorrow.  Really.  I promise.   I've had all the fun I can stand for awhile.   Forgive me while me and my food baby slip into a food coma.  Have a wonderful week. xoxo

Light it up...

It was supposed to take 3 weeks.  There would be no mess.  I wouldn't be called on to do anything.

Lies.  All lies.  Or miscalculations at least.

We broke ground on our two bathrooms on March 03 and hope to be finished by the end of this week.

We have been living in a unholy mess.  Dust, paint cans, ladders, shop vacs, supplies, boxes of tile and various other hubris lying about has had me stubbing my toes and frustrated with the disarray.  Wonder if they make steel toes flip flops cuz my pedicure is trashed.

I was given the standard contractor joke that if I were to 'help' on the job, it would cost us an additional $1000.00.  Shortly into the job I told Randy to pay up and let me at it!  I have sanded drywall, painted, cleaned, made sandwiches and hot dogs.  As shown, I have wowed them all with my incredible beauty.  Riiiiight, I have looked as rough as I sometimes felt.  Thank God, I had 'The Foreman-Mickey to help oversee things.

But it's not all my contractors fault.  Countertops came in late, a flu bug temporarily took out two of the guys, electrical issues and such slowed things down even further.  Frustrating, but as a part of the crew, I learned that these unforeseen problems are more the norm than not.

Now for the good news.  My bathrooms look amazing.  The planning we did from 5 states away was remarkably right on.  I love the clean new look and feel of everything.  Do I want to do another construction job anytime soon?  Not a chance in hell.

For now, I am hanging up my overalls and looking forward to heading home. As usual I will be happy to get there and get into some semblance of a routine that includes gym time as well as opening the beachhouse and maybe getting into a project up there.

KIDDING!!!!  

Blowing a kiss to my brother Steve, and sister Lisa-the best siblings in the world.  I love you both.
Also, a shout out to my cousin, Ashley who completed and took second in her first ever bikini contest. She worked hard and looked amazing!  xoxo

Sail on...

What a difference a week makes.  Last week my brother Steve proudly landed this monster sailfish while fishing here in the Keys.  It was the catch of the lifetime and I'm told that he expertly landed the fish.

Fast forward one week to snowy Hubbard Lake.  On Sunday morning Steve slipped on a bit of ice and took a hard fall.  4 broken and 6 fractured ribs with a side of punctured lung, has him in the hospital with a tube in his chest to drain inflammation.  He is on oxygen to help with the painful breathing aspect.  He will be laid up for awhile while all of this mess heals.

Both my Mom and Dad have experienced falls that left them with various broken ribs.  When I was pregnant I coughed so hard that I broke 2 ribs and then later tripped and broke another rib.  All of us can agree that there is not much more painful.

Have you ever broke a rib?  Tell me your story and please keep my brother in your thoughts and/or prayers as he recovers from this painful injury.

Have a wonderful week and step mindfully-we don't need anymore broken rib issues!  xo

Christ the Lord has Risen today...

Happy Easter!  I hope everyone had the day of your dreams doing things that mean Easter to you.  My Keys neighbors generously hosted 17 of us for Easter dinner on a gorgeous 80 degree day.  There were new friends and old friends gathered around a New England boil and pasta and shrimp salad.  I love pot lucks where everyone brings their best or favorite dish.

That being said, I must tell you the story of my dessert contribution.  I thought I would try a bakery that I have never been to before and buy something festive, sparing everyone my horrible baking skills.  I asked at the counter for the pie selection and all that was left to purchase was Key Lime-a flavor that tends to be overdone in the Keys.  All of the cakes were sold out, but the baker encouraged me to try the brownies, a house specialty.  There were eight in the counter and they did look luscious.  I decided to buy the brownies and cut them in half because they were decent size and very rich looking.  The treats were packaged up and I went to the counter to pay.  44 dollars, please ma'am.  Huh?  For 8 brownies?  So, after learning the hard way to ask for prices first, I paid the tab and carefully hauled the package to the truck.  Quickly I rationalized that if we went out or I had hosted the dinner I would have easily spent that much.  There was a convenience factor involved.  I didn't spring for any eggs, colored grass or chocolate bunnies.  I sent no cards or flowers (sorry, Mom) so maybe that amortizes out the cost a little.  Well, a little...

Everyone enjoyed the brownies and after some wine, I ended up telling the story along with a warning of the prices at Bob's Buns.  Desert was delicious and one friend offered to hook me up with some real special brownies for less than 44 bucks.  Oh well, live and learn and enjoy the chocolate!

Have a blessed week and don't be a dumb bunny. (Sorry, I just had to get a bunny reference in there somewhere!)   xo

Half mine...

Wowsa!  Two weeks of posting later than usual on the Jspot.  All of this activity has me in a full blown case of the Keys Disease.  I do not know what day it is and the clock is a little mixed up, too.  With contractors running in and out all day, the whole climate of the condo is askew.  I am trying to stay out of their way, due to the fact that they will charge an extra thousand bucks if I 'help'.  I am relegated to going to Home Depot for supplies and making sandwiches and coffee.  Nicole Curtis would not be impressed. Hell, throw in the fact that I'm now Irish, Spanish and Italian-things are totally whack.  I even forgot about the premier of Dancing With the Stars-and things must be crazy for that to happen!

So, as an easily confused person as well as a creature of habit and routine, I am trying to get my mojo back. That event will probably coincide directly with the date we leave to come home.  No matter, it's all good.  We are enduring an unusual cold snap for this semi-tropical paradise.  The weather is in the high sixties and low seventies till Thursday.  And did I mention that there was actually a night where I stayed up past midnight?  More oddness.

But I can't complain, there has been lots of fun thrown in the mix, too.  And, wine and fresh fish and gorgeous sunrises and sunsets and shopping etc.etc.ect......

Have a great week and I'll see you all next week.  xo

Easy...

 Good morning friends from the deck where this gorgeous sunrise pic was taken.  Just a little Keys update today letting you know the 'what up' down here!  The weather has been phenomenal and the bathroom remodel is going strong-dusty, but strong.  Tile work starts tomorrow and I can't wait to see it installed.  I am doing my best to stay out of the way..

Neighbor and gal pal Laura and I have been shopping and lunching and wine-ing about town.  We are trying to ignore the little damage I did to the truck trying to park the damn thing.  Whoops! Brother, Steve arrived and I had his rum drink waiting for the official start of the '2016' tour.  He and Randy are readying the boat as we speak for a day on the high seas.  I will stay shore bound with the contractors.  The Cuban sandwiches for the boys lunch being my contribution to their day. With luck and skill we will have some delicious yellowtail snapper for dinner!

After experiencing 14 years here, I had a run in with my first scorpion.  Found this 4 inch long critter on my bedroom floor after almost stepping on him.  Like a Norwegian superhero (with a touch of Spanish, Irish and Italian), I grabbed the contractors broom and swept his little stinger-self out onto the deck.  I was shocked to find him alive and limping around out there the next morning where Randy took his portrait before beheading the poor thing.

In sad news, R.I.P. to our friend Yankee Jack who passed away in Key West yesterday.  The Bull will never be the same without his humor and talent.  The band up in heaven just gained some talent and heart as Jack joined in the jam.  xo

So dolls, that all the news that's fit to print!  Hope your week will be as fabulous as mine. xo

Never Been to Spain...

This morning I received some long awaited news, and my head is spinning like I've had 3 cocktails on the beach!  My DNA results are in!

Let me back up a bit.  Years ago I hopped on the Ancestry.com train and rode it hard till I read that maybe I wasn't doing it exactly right.  I had about a zillion hours into the venture but gave up until I could better understand the process.  The only thing I was positive of was the document showing my great grandparents on the boat coming from Norway.  My Scandinavian heritage was never in question.

For Christmas, my sister got the kit that allows you to spit into a vial for a proper DNA breakdown.  It was something I had meant to do for awhile but now I could just swing off of her results.  I have hounded her for weeks checking to see if she had heard any news.  This morning the results came in.  And we are shocked.

The pie chart shows that we are 14% Irish, which is a total shocker.  I have never felt even 1% Irish!  I do not like green, corn beef and cabbage, beer, or leprechauns!  I love any party and have always partaken as a faux Irishman, but this year will be different.  I will chug an Irish Car Bomb at Irish Kevin's and my even do a jig-I said MAYBE!  Gotta break into this slowly...

I also learned that we hold 14% DNA from the Iberian Peninsula.  Huh?  Yep, 14% Spanish!  Maybe that explains the uncanny attraction I feel for Antonio Banderas and Javier Bardem!  And today at Home Depot, where a large population speak Spanish, I could swear that I understood them a little.  How exciting!

And lastly we are Italian-not much but some.  My sister owns a fabulous Italian restaurant and is asked often if she is Italian.  And now she can say that she is.  So cool.

But I still mostly identify with the 50+ part of me that is Scandinavian.  I am of hearty Nordic stock and I'm okay with that. 

I am a warrior-and this I already knew!     xoxo