1999...

Happy New Years my darlings!  It's my wish that 2019 brings you peace, health and happiness.  May you experience pure joy, laughter and comfort in your days and restful, sweet slumber at night. I hope you get a chance to put into the world good and special things, and that those same things are visited back, upon you.

I plan to enjoy my family and friends and indulge in good food and wine.  I will revel in the joy of a long beach walk and the heady scent of warm sea breezes.  I will marvel at nature in all it's glorious forms.  I will, as a nod to my Scandinavian heritage, practice hygge while reading at least 50 books.  Goals of self care-both physically and mentally are also on the list.

Not really too ambitious if you want to call these 'resolutions' but that's my plan.  I will practice grace and compassion as I try to be an aware person, mindful of the feelings of others.   And be grateful for each new day and all the opportunities afforded me.

All that begins tomorrow. So, to loosely quote prophetic words of the 'Purple Master,' tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999!  Happy New Year.   XO

Merry Christmas, Darling...

Merry Christmas, Darlings.  I hope this night finds you reveling in comfort and surrounded with love.  May thoughts of those who are not with you warm your heart with fond memories.  Let the birth of Jesus signify a rebirth of your personal faith and a fresh new beginning to practice tolerance, respect and love for each other.   After all-it's the reason for the season.

God Bless and keep you.  Merry Christmas and Peace to you all,  Love, Jodi XO

Lost Control...

Recently, I saw an ad for the medication Vraylar which is being used to treat bi polar and manic episodes.  Hmmm, I thought, that's a new one for me.  I watched with amazement as the possible side effects scrolled up the screen.  Dizziness, drooling, weight gain, fainting, seizures, severe confusion, and uncontrollable movement of mouth and tongue.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
This drug sounds like it would induce a psychotic episode or two..

Back in the day, Dane would gleefully shriek with giggles when it was explained that the weight loss drug Alli, was known to cause gas with excessive oily discharge.  It was advised that you carry a spare change of clothes and perhaps an adult diaper.  Don't want to experience an 'Alli Oops' in public!

When I decided to investigate side effects a little deeper, I learned that the drug Xeloda causes your fingerprints to disappear.  Not real painful and possibly very useful in a criminal case.

Ambien may help you sleep but it's likely you will be privy to night terrors, hallucinations, and severe sleepwalking events. Something called 'sexsomnia' was also prevalent.  Who can rest with all that going on?

Once-just once, I would like to hear of-or be prescribed some drug that erases wrinkles, causes quick and permanent weight loss, with noticeable improvement of vision and hearing.  Athleticism would be ratcheted up a few notches.  A sense of happiness and well being would overcome you and life would appear through rose colored glasses.  Good fortune would surely come your way.  What a cool thing that would be.

Maybe someday.  Till then I guess I'll just stick to my tried and true panacea.  Good 'ol M&M's!  Eating them, I am quite overcome with joy even though I do drool a little.

Have a great week and enjoy some M&M's-the red and green ones!  XO

Easy to Forget...

Baby it's cold outside. Yep, and more than a little cray cray, too!

You would have to be living under a snowbank to have missed the hoopla regarding the classic Christmas hit, 'Baby it's Cold Outside."  People that must be the biggest hypocrites alive are questioning the lyrics.  As if...,

I rarely listen to top 40 music, but I have memories of 'racy' lyrics going back as long as I can remember.  My Dad would cringe as we sang along to 'She's havin' my Baby.'  Dad would ask us if the two in the song were even married!  A baby before marriage?  Whoops-not supposed to advertise that!  How scandalous.

We all know old Mick and the boys were not making an apple pie as they praised the sweet taste of 'Brown Sugar!'  Or wanted to 'Spend the Night Together.'  And when Rod Stewart verbally seduced his girlfriend in 'Tonight's the Night,'  no one even blinked an eye.

When I saw Dave Matthews in concert, I sang along blithely while he crooned 'Crash into Me' where he unembarrassedly admits to being a peeping Tom. (I still love that song, tho!)

Rap lyrics are even more heinous than my kind of innocent examples of possible offense.  The songs are played openly and have labeled and degraded women since 2 Live Crew back in the day.  It's gross, negative and completely without creativity that those words were ever recorded and played publicly.

So, are we offended by Dean Martin and others who have remade the song?  There is a list going around that can find racist, misogynist, homophobe implications on every Christmas song ever made.  So now what do we do?

I don't know about you, but I choose to sing along.  Christmas songs, that is!   Stay warm and have a great week.    XOXO

'Tis the Season...

I  think I need an injection.  Yep, some kind of shot is due.  And I don't mean the occasional B12 that keeps me level.  Or some Schnapps with Nicole. This calls for serious assistance.  

I simply am not in the holiday spirit.  Mini rant-why do we call it the "Holiday's?"  We celebrate November 22 and then muddle along or freak out-you pick-until December 24.  Seems there is room for one more 'holiday' between those two days.  May I suggest one that doesn't include tons of extra effort coupled with feelings of inferiority?

Neighbors have their yard lights out and I see decorated Christmas trees in some windows.  I still have my autumn wreath on my front door and my tree is still in the basement.

I have to admit that the Sunday temps were a welcome respite, but that sunny day was just a tease.  It may as well snow because that's our December reality.

Last week we received our first Christmas card.  I have not yet purchased much less signed and sent out mine yet.  I still have time, right?

My Pinterest and YouTube is rife with holiday decorating ideas.  I used to totally over decorate making my house like a mini-Bronners.  Now, the tree and a Christmas Starbucks mug seem enough.

I've noticed that the malls are packed.  The shopping frenzy has begun-with out me.  I hate Christmas shopping-the pressure is too much.  I'm far too impatient to park a mile away and stand in line for more than 2 minutes.  I'll just donate as usual.

Now, here's a little positivity.  I am looking forward to some holiday parties, tasty treats and I DO sing along with the Christmas carols.  That's all I got.

Any advice?  Are you 'feelin' it?  Let me know if you have any ideas for me.  

Have a wonderful week. OXOXO

As Time Goes On...

On Saturday, my family got together to celebrate our Mom's 80th birthday.  80 years young, my Mom still 'does it all.'  Very independent while being very generous with her time.

Celebrating a birthday of 80 years is rife with happy memories.  I recall snooping through Mom's dresser and finding her 'diamond' tiara.  Modestly, she tells me that she was once crowned the 'Raspberry Queen' in a local pageant.  How exciting and glamorous!  You know me-even as a child I was searching for the glamour.

  As a 'young Mom', I have very early memories of my Mom-the original beach bunny-hauling all 3 of us to the beach for a relaxing day in the sun.  However, running crowd control on the 3 of us was anything but.  And keeping the baby (Lisa) from sun burning, too!

Mom raised us with a diet rich in 'homemade.'  The aroma of fresh bread filled our house almost daily and we indulged in hot bread and her tasty jam.  She canned and preserved our garden.  We sat down to dinner together every single night.  And there was most always a luscious dessert.

I have always been able to count on my Mom not only as a mother, but a friend.  I have felt supported through all phases of my life.  Ups, downs, and all arounds-she is there.  She was the best Grandmother in the world to Dane and he completely adored her.

These days we talk often and share the highs and lows of everyday life.  The weather, our health, and just small talk-that's our deal.  Lisa, Mom and I are looking forward to a rare 'girl's vacation' in Florida this year.  We'll hit the beach, drink some wine, celebrate, and eat some luscious desserts.

Happy Birthday, Mom-you are the BEST.

P.S.  Holla to my sister and brother in law for once again, hosting Thanksgiving.  It was beyond delicious.  You two are also the BEST!

Not Today...

In case you need something else to ponder this week, feel free to join me in wonderment at the   amusing news stories that have me shaking my head.

PETA kicked up a fuss over the unfair treatment of animal crackers.  Animals, yes and crackers yes. Yep, those cute little boxcars boxes that had the animals presumably caged and  on their way to a (gasp!)animal cracker circus.   Barnum Animal Crackers succumbed to the PETA pressure and has freed the animal (crackers) from their torturous lives in that classic boxcar packaging.  They are now to be viewed as freely roaming the range.  Ponder that as you bite the head off of the rhino!  

And then there was that debacle at McDonald's.  After being told by her manager to stop eating bacon while working, things took a turn to the ugly.  Unable to comply, the bacon munching cook then assaulted the manager by backing her up into a corner and waving hot, crispy bacon at her.  The fight then escalated into full combat and the cook reportedly threw a bag of unknown substance at the manager.  I'm guessing some pressed chicken parts or some such thing was being hurled about.  Third degree assault and battery charges were filed against said cook and the Golden Arches Supper Club then  went on to serve about a million more that day.

And how about the furor that erupted over the Georgia-Kentucky football game?  When Tambira's father refused to change the channel, and bodily blocked off the television,  Girlfriend took action.  With no other possible choice, she loaded up her gun and emptied the magazine randomly while her parents and grandchildren scrambled to safety.   Guess she had a Netflix series she preferred watching.  Presumably, or sometimes a girl just has to take charge of a situation and show 'em who's boss.  Or maybe she just was cheering for the Detroit Lions for the win.

Crackers, bacon and football-a combination that's perfect for a tailgate party!  And speaking of perfect, (a very loose segue-I know...) stop in to Atlas Jewelry and see the gorgeous Kara.  As a licensed Diamondologist and jewelry expert, she will hook you up on whatever you need.

P.S.  No animal (crackers) were harmed in the writing of this blog.  However; some managers suffered bacon grease burns and two chickies got sorta tipsy.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving and I'll see you next week. xoxo

Songs of Freedom...

We now interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to give a shout, a thought, a hug, kiss and some love to all the Veteran's that deserve more than just one day for special recognition.

From my Dad, my Uncles and friends that have served as well as those that I have never met that gave selflessly so my freedom and lifestyle would be intact.  I also think of the families that have lost love ones during their service.  Single parents who are holding down the fort as well as the children growing up with a parent in the service.  Not to be overlooked-the incredible worry felt by wives, parents, siblings, children and friends.

Buying a poppy, giving a thank you to any Veteran I meet up with, and giving cash to the guys in wheelchairs is the tiniest gesture, but I mean more than it seems.  These people have done what I don't think I could ever have endured.

And for this, I offer my heartfelt thanks.  God Bless.  XOXO

 

A New Flame...

Well, whaddaya know-it's National Red Hair day and I happen to have my favorite red head (okay strawberry blond), by my side. 

Yes, it's my sister extraordinaire!  We are gettin' up to no good, something we always do whenever we have the chance.  Lisa takes after my Dad who also had hints of red in his hair.  Crazily enough, my hair is blond(ish) and my brother grew up with a brown, natural afro.  The variety in our hair color was the source of much speculation as we grew up.  But regardless,  Lisa is the best red haired-or any colored hair- sister ever.

Once upon a time, I decided to try out the red hair thing.  I fearlessly colored my hair a dark red and was kind of dismayed when it fell out to a light red in the shower.  No matter, having red hair totally changed the way I felt about myself.  I immediately felt dark and mysterious.  I began wearing a trench coat and I even drew a beauty mark above my lip.  I felt so exotic and  unapologetically smarter.  People seemed to take me more seriously.  I featured myself as a modern day Brenda Starr and even took to wearing my hair over one eye. It was a heady, old Hollywood feel-and I loved it.  It was all strut and winks until the color faded.  Light pink hair was none of the above, and I hated it.  Back to the blonde(ish) color and my regular old self.  It was fun while it lasted but I think I'll leave the role to my sister. Nobody does it better.    Hope your day was as special and unique as you are Lisa. 

 Love from the Blond(ish!) one! xoxo(

Freelance...

On a recent Saturday morning, my Mom, cousin and 'park expert', Brian and I took a walk to the beach at Negwegon State Park.  I adore the park but hadn't visited it for ages.  Back in the day, I would jump in my old jeep with my lab riding shotgun and hit the primitive trails leading there.  I love the secluded, quiet, natural beauty.

Walking in, I saw the park through new eyes.  Brian told us the park is named after a Chippewa Indian named Chief Negwegon, and his name, translates as 'the wing.'  The Chief considered the spot a prime hunting area. I did not know that!  Being from Ossineke-'the place of the image stone'-I am always fascinated with the Native American names and history.  I like to picture a bare chested, feather head dressed  Indian brave, stalking stealthily through the woods.  But that's a whole another blog!

Our stroll took us down by the water to the shoreline that rivals an Outer Banks beach.  Wide, white sand beach as far as the eye can see, in both directions.  The waves had been high, so I didn't find any beach glass.  We took the opportunity to pick up ciggie buts and other detritus left by disrespectful visitors.  I was flooded with memories of laughing, bonfires, and beachy days.

Brian continued to point out features as we walked back to the car, making it back just before the rain started.  We stopped to snap my pic.  I totally enjoyed my literal walk down memory lane and will not wait so long to do it again.

Taking a walk in the fall, in a place you love, with people you love is good for the soul.  I can't recommend it enough.

Have a great week, Dolls. XO

Words I Hear...

The odds of winning the near billion dollar lottery was 1 to 302,575,350 last week.  But because I didn't but a ticket, my odds were even sadder.  People all over were dreaming and scheming on how their winnings would be spent.  But there was no winner, so the lottery rolled over to this week.

 Over the weekend, while visiting the fam up north, my brother suggested some gambling with decidedly better odds. Sliding into the local Eagles club, we purchased 50/50 tickets, Queen of Hearts chances, and something called Bingo Balls.  With only about 80 people in the club, our odds were pretty good.  Securing seats at the bar and procuring cocktails, we laid out our tickets and waited for the results.  The 50/50 winner was announced and we were quickly able to tear up our losers.  Something called the Queen of Hearts happened and I didn't really understand the concept.  But it wasn't my name that was called.  Next up was the Bingo Balls game.  It generally follows the bingo format with the main difference being that you must yell Bingo Balls if you get your numbers covered.  When I needed only one number, I started to get nervous.  I was informed that I had a 'hen on.'  The next number called was mine.  BINGO BALLS!  Under envious stares, I pranced up with my ticket and collected the tidy sum of $100.00.  Whoo Hoo!  Now that's what I'm talkin' about!  

In other odd news, how about the story of the dude that got run over by a lawnmower while trying to kill his son with a chainsaw?  What are the odds of  those words in a sentence describing an actual event?  And in Alaska where there are more men than women, you have greater odds of meeting your dreamboat.  Only one problem-the odds are good but the goods are odd!  Local lore says so. 

  I tell ya, I can't make this stuff up. Enough of all this odd talk.  Hope you all are lucky enough to have a spectacular week.  XO

Better Boat...

Been feelin' kind of melancholy lately.  Maybe it's the weather. I don't know..  I listened to a song by one of my favorites-Kenny Chesney and felt like he wrote the tune about me.  As if!  Read these words and ask yourself if you don't feel that way sometimes.

Better Boat  by Kenny Chesney

  I ain't lonely, but I spend a lot of time alone
More than I'd like to, but I'm okay with staying
                        home
  My how the last few months have changed
        I'm smilin' more despite the pain

     I breathe in, I breathe out
Got friends to call who let me talk about
What ain't working, what's still hurtin'
All the things I feel like cussing out
     Now and then I let it go
   I ride the waves I can't control
I'm learning to build a better boat

Yep, I'm workin' on it.  Purging junk, letting go,  ignoring negativity, practicing self care, trying to see the big picture without focusing on the small ones.

Just building a better 'boat.'  Hugs to you, my friends.

P.S.  Dig the old pic of a biker wannabe chick!

About you...

October is Depression Awareness Month.

Full disclosure-I have suffered with depression with all of my adult life.  Before being diagnosed, I just thought I was sad, moody and tired all the time.  Most days were manageable, but some days were impossible.  The sunniest of sunny days could read, dark and hopeless to me.  I simply could not explain the reason for my sadness.  An astute doctor finally recognized my reoccurring symptoms as pieces of an overall problem.  With our brains being our highest functioning organ, it can be the hardest thing to treat.  Talk therapy and the correct anti-depressant keep me quite level.  Well, relatively speaking.  And speaking of relatives, mental health disorders can run in the family.

So how should we be 'aware' of depression?  Well, we can acknowledge that having a brain disorder is akin to having a disorder of any organ-a medical situation that needs to be recognized as such.  You cannot simply 'pull yourself up by your bootstraps' or 'get over it.'  It takes patience and self realization to live with it yourself, or someone you care about.

I am lucky to have been treated and feel 'normal' most days. If you or someone you love are experiencing some inconsistencies, find a good doc and get some advice on how to be treated.

Believe me-you won't be sorry.  Life's too short.  XO

Rainy Days and Mondays...

Happy October!  Yes, it's my favorite time of year-the pumpkin candles, fall leaf colors, crisp air, flannel shirts, and crock pot dinners.

This weekend while buried in a good book, 'The Perfect Mother,' I learned a new word.  As a good Norwegian girl, I was happy to learn the word, 'hygge.'  Pronounced 'HYU-gah,'  it loosely means cozy, togetherness and well being.  Scandinavian countries are known as the happiest countries on earth and have adapted to their adverse weather by using this method.  During long dark and cold days, Scands purposefully focus on physical and mental well being by snuggling in and striving for total comfort.  It may be practiced alone or with family and friends, but the focus is on feeling cozy inside and out. It is the acknowledgment of a special feeling or moment.

Waking up to a cold, rainy day today gave me the perfect opportunity to practice hygge.  I turned the furnace up a bit and then got a big cup of coffee.  I lit a pumpkin brulee candle and selected my favorite snuggly blanket and settled in to finish my book.  Instead of feeling as gray as the weather, I enjoyed a strong sense of well being and comfort.  I refused to dwell on anything negative and took a total mental break.  After a couple hours of this perfect indulgence, I felt happy and positive and ready to take on the more mundane things that start my week.

As the colder weather approaches, I suggest that you slow down and practice a little hygge.  It's free, easy and the perfect method of self-care that I know.

Happy Fall, my dears. xo

Offence...

It was an event that defied all odds.

Akin to finding a needle in a haystack, getting struck by lightening, or me fronting a rock band and winning a Grammy-the odds of the Lions trouncing the Patriots were mighty slim.  But they did it!  And Randy and I and Kristin and Bob decked out in our colors, fanned hard.  Because it's not what you know, but rather who you know (Bill Ford!), we all were treated to excellent seats as well as the privilege of being on the field before the game, where we witnessed warm ups and spandex (did I just say that?) up verrrry close.  I even hugged a Lion-one named Rory!  It was a fun and exciting afternoon and night.

But the biggest odds of all were defied by none other than Kristin and I!  Las Vegas as well as local odds makers had us coming in 100,000.00 to 1.  Yep, the odds of Kristen and I staying in our seats for than 20 minutes and actually watching the game, were also NOT a strong bet.  Being accused of being a 'waste of a ticket,'  I'll have you know that we made it until after half time!  We had to stick around to see 'Lil John pose the burning question, 'Turn down for what?'  After that, and as predicted, we bolted up to get another cocktail and peruse the overpriced souvenir kiosks. Had the cocktails been allowed in the stores, purchases would have been also good odds.

So, to recap, I witnessed the Tigers spank the Yankees in NYC and now the Lions beating the Patriots.  Hmmmmm....Coincidence?  I think not!  But we will see for sure once the Red Wings and the Pistons start their season.

Wanna bet? XO

Under the Covers...

I've been to Cape Hatteras, all over the Outer Banks as well as Beaufort and Okracoke Island and have heard our friends describe seeing the wild horses that inhabit various islands in that area.  I found it fascinating that they have lived over 400 years and I just HAD to see these wild beauties, living naturally.  But in all my rattling around, I had never seen them.  Last summer our friend Jeff changed all that.  On a perfect day, we boarded his 'Reel Love' and motored out of Beaufort.  After a bit of touring, we anchored up close to a small island.

And there they were.  As we coasted in, I jumped off the boat and swam/ran to the island.  There were at least 12 horses doing what horses do.  As I approached, they barely took notice of my giddy self.  I slowed down about 15 feet from them so they could realize my intentions.  A mare and her colt allowed me to get a bit closer yet before blowing their lips and slowly walking away.  I was breathless with excitement.  I had finally seen the wild horses-up close and personal!  The horses were much less impressed.

We have been following hurricane Florence and anxiously waited for news from N.C.  With much relief, this morning we learned that our friends were all safe and were now in the process of drying up and digging out.  With the recent hurricane Irma in the Keys, we understand the devastation and all of it's effects. Being without power in a tropical climate is no joke-to say the lease.  And that's just one of the problems to be addressed with fallen trees, flooding and wiped-out bridges.

Today I learned also that my precious horsies have weathered the storm.  I am so happy that they have been spared.  What survivors!  I will be checking on them on our next visit.

Jeff, Lauri, Alex and Jim, our prayers for you have been answered and I don't envy you the horrible rebuilding process.  I trust that you will let us help in any way.  We love you and support you.  XOXO

Breakfast at Tiffany's...

Last week, while visiting NYC, dollfriends Tami and Don helped indulge me in a longtime fantasy.  (Hey now, no dirty thoughts involving the 3 of us!)  Because 'Breakfast at Tiffany's' is my favorite movie-it was more like Make a Wish fulfilled for an old starry eyed chick.

Before going on the official 'Sex and the City' tour, Tami, Don, Randy and I hit up Starbucks for coffee and a snack.  I was elated to see that they still had a croissant-a rare treat for me-in the counter.  In case you haven't guessed, I wanted to feel like Audrey Hepburn enjoying her breakfast and forgetting her cares as she gazed into Tiffany's window.

Now, I have no illusions and realize that I am a short, curvy girl dressed more like Carrie Bradshaw than Holly Golightly.  But it was of absolutely of no matter and I would have stood there longer if not for the crowds rushing by as Randy snapped off some pics.  Audrey stood there in her heels and hat and nobody even got in her way while she was having her moment!

How often do you get to realize a dream?  When was the last time you got to do something you always pictured yourself doing?  Was it as good as you dreamt it would be?  Silly as you may think it-I'll never forget the moment.

I do not have a bucket list.  My list is more like a 'living' list.  And live (it up!) we did on our New York City getaway.  Thank you again, Tami and Don-the perfect friends and hosts.  You two never missed a trick and spoiled us rotten!  We love it and we love you.

 Now you will never get rid of us!  Hugs across the Hudson. XOXO

Light me Up...

I am continually shocked at the bad behavior exhibited by some people.  It simply amazes me that people do things to me that I would NEVER do to anyone.  Allow me to expound.

See these feet?  That's how they looked when I walked to my car at Four Mile Beach last weekend.  Bare.  Because someone STOLE my flip flops!!  Seriously, who doesn't kick off the flops when approaching the water and leave them in the sand?  I was shocked that anyone would lift them.  I refused to let it ruin my walk and hope that they are with someone who needed them more than me.

When I went to get my morning newspaper, I reached in my mailbox and found the top of a Gatorade bottle with a wad of gum attached.  Huh?  Who puts their garbage in someone else's mailbox?  Probably the same slob who throws his cig butts in my yard.  So gross...

A friend  recently witnessed a car backing into an empty car.  And then just merrily driving away!  Not a drop of remorse ruining that dolt’s day-as far as I can tell.  One can only hope HIS car gets a smash and go incident done to him.

At Macy's I overheard a woman trying to return a dress that she had obviously worn.  The polite salesperson pointed out that the dress smelled of perfume and had deodorant under the arms.  It had obviously been worn.  Did she think that she had rented the dress?  (Insert my pursed lips and flared nostrils!)

I could go on about loud, public cell conversations,  people stealing glasses and salt and pepper shakers from restaurants, unnecessary use of handicap parking spots. etc.etc.etc., but I'll stop my rant for now.  Anyone have anything to add?

Have a great week keep and if you spot some gray, leopard print flops, let me know!

Could it be Magic...

Well, it's official-I've kicked my 'man' to the curb...

Rocky Balboa aka/my Jeep Wrangler and me are through.  It's been two years and I am over him.  Yes, he was handsome and muscular and could take me places I never dreamed of going.  As fun as it was, the ride was just too rough for this old chick.  It was an amical parting and we swore that we would remain friends.  My brother, car salesman extraordinaire, promises to match Rocco up with someone more his style.

I admit to having an affair on poor, unsuspecting Roco.  I have had my eye on a vehicle that I could get in and out of without the risk of breaking a hip and seats that were electric so I can baby my frozen shoulder.  I needed a smoother ride with a more refined style and luxuries baby, luxuries!

 My brother told me he had the perfect ride and could sell me it with a D plan, a rebate, a return customer discount, a coupon, and a family discount.  I was ready in a hot second.  Steve hooked me up as usual.

My new wheels are giving me what I need and I love the smooth ride.  It is a lovely dark berry color and as I always do, I've named him.  Berry Manilow is my new fling.  He's older and wiser and so very accommodating.

So, I'm officially sporting an adult vehicle-no more Mustangs or Jeeps.  I love Berry Manilow and don't care who knows it!

Now if Sirius would just co-operate.  I need a Barry Manilow station!   XO

Until You Come Back to Me...

   

Can you stand yet another 'simple pleasures are the best' rants?

I spent hours walking the beach this weekend.  The sun was out with just enough breeze. I met a family enjoying their first Lake Huron beach vacation.  The children were throwing beach balls in the water and letting the waves return them.  They were children-playing with beach balls.  I was touched at their old school, simple fun. The water was so warm and I spent long minutes just standing and marveling at the waves.  A doe jumped out of some weeds a few feet from me and I'm not sure who was the most surprised.  She ran off, but not before we actually locked eyes.  She was so beautiful.

And how about my beach treasures?  I found lots of sea glass including one piece of the elusive cobalt color.  Crockery pieces that I like to imagine were part of some dinnerware on a ship.  Then there's the heart shaped rocks that I also collect.  I love to 'glass' and Saturday was a boom day.

And dinner tonight was the perfect summer dinner.  BLT's with tomatoes, lettuce and sourdough bread purchased from the farmer's market.  So yummy and a taste of sunshine in every bite.

Just a lazy weekend that got me all 'reset' for another busy week.  How about you?  How do you reset?  If you don't know, may I recommend a long beach walk and a BLT?

Have a wonderful week, my darlings.  XO

Aint No Way...

I am not a great cook.  I have no natural ability, plus I find it very dangerous.

For a person who loves eat, this can pose a dilemma.  Family and friends know that my contribution to dinner will most likely be a salad or a bottle of wine.  Safe and simple-except for the one time I dropped and broke a bottle of wine on my big toe.  In addition, everyone will testify that I practically need a safety helmet to butter toast-a truth that has been proved over and over.

Family lore recalls me having baked a turkey into turkey jerky by cutting off the breasts because they seemed fatty.  Those were some amazing, brown turkey bones, and very low-fat!  And aren't the sweet potatoes the stars of the show anyway?

Once, when splitting a chicken breast in half, I managed to split my palm in half.  5 stitches later, my hand bears the scar and everyone still winces whenever I grab a knife.  Recently I left a pan in a pre-heated oven and thoughtlessly grabbed the pan with my bare hand.  July 4, found me sporting a white, raised 'Calphalon' branding, again on my palm.  Clutching an icy cocktail seemed to alleviate the sting.

The same friends witnessed me twice! burning to tar, a brie and croissant dish, that I knew was already stretching my culinary limits.  The wail of the smoke detector alerted us before I burnt down Kristin's cottage!

I once dropped a flaming marshmallow on the top of my foot. proving that even cooking over a bonfire has it's perils!  I now prefer to just unwrap the graham crackers and Hershey bars and wangle someone else to take the risk.

And last week, while popping popcorn-the one dish I have truly mastered-a hot, errant half popped kernel flew out and dropped down my top. In my distress, I tipped over some hot butter and-you guessed it-burnt my wrist.  I finally dumped the damn thing out but not before incurring a third degree burn between my chi chi's.  OUCH!

So all of you Cooking Channel and recipe aficionados, have at it.  I've got one life to life and I prefer to do it while perusing a nice menu.

And an icy cocktail-just in case!   XO

Tusk...

10 Good things this past week....
*The perfect, fresh macaroons from a bakery in Dearborn. (Thanks, Jimmy)
*Combing 5 (yes, 5) beaches for beach glass.
*Finding the most beach glass at our own beach!
*A five mile walk with Kristen. Much needed venting time!
*Spotting a meteor on Friday night by the campfire.
*Diving into the new Kristen Hannah novel.
*Dogsitting for Ernest for a few days!
*Boating with friends on Sunday.
*Cheering on the Tigers with my homies.  They even won!
*Writing a quick blog and hitting the hay-I'm beat.

Have a great week, my Dears.  Love from a tired old Chick. XO

Light Me Up...

Happy Monday, Dolls!  What a gorgeous weekend it was! I witnessed people all around me enjoying their hobbies.  Four wheelers and jet skis raced by and some even gave me a quick wave.  Sailors and yachters doing their thing under a clear, blue sky.  Runners, bikers and walkers tearin' it up along M25.  Randy, indulging his hobby, went fishing all day and scored some walleye.  Even those ambitious gardeners had perfect temps for that activity.  And what did I do, you wonder?

I read.  Yep, I read.  Why does reading seem like a less than ambitious hobby?  Sitting on my couch or lazing in my hammock with a book or my ipad, engrossed in a good story gets looked at as 'lazy.'  Really?  I call it the best, most available way to escape.  And sometimes I even learn things.  But as a hobby, reading still doesn't seem viable to most people.

In checking the New York Times bestsellers list, I see that I have read 6 of the top 15 books and that's just in the non-fiction category.  I love it and have a whole big box on deck for more of my 'lazy' days.  How about you?  Anyone read any good books lately.

And lastly, how great was it that I got to see my cousin, Evan play in a tournament baseball game that was actually held in my area?  I loved seeing him blast a home run and then be named VIP of the game. You are a star as well as this weeks 'Blogstar!' Congrats and GO EVAN!!

Have a great week doing whatever hobby cranks ya up.  Even if it's 'just reading!'  XO

Times Like These...

So...Last fall, on a typical friends outing, four couples came to the stunning realization four of us would be celebrating major milestones birthdays-all in July-all as Cancerians!  After a few cocktails we vowed that we would have a birthday banger fit for a 30, 40, 50 and 60 year old.

On Saturday we all gathered at gal pal Kristen (and Bob's) house for the big celebration.  Because we are all cancerians, it was perfectly fitting that we feast on king crab legs and filets.  Bobby, celebrating his 50th., provided steaks and crab legs and Kristin set the gorgeous table pictured above. We convened to the garage bar for apps and drinks and celebrated our cleverness at realizing the kismet of our birthdays coupled with the perfect century numbers that our ages were turning.   I was 60, Bobby was 50, Shannon was 40 and Nicole was 30 (dirty!)  Four generations having a great time and marveling at the friendship that spanned time.  In addition to the wonderful dinner, Kristin provided a luscious cake that had enough candles to alert those hotties at Harrison Twp. Fire Dept.!! It was a very special night for me.

I have to admit, turning 60 is a bit of a quandary.  I can't believe how fast time has flown by and I now am very careful to slow down and enjoy life more-before it entirely passes by.  I enjoy and savor every single moment.

My sister and my Mom, along with my brother surprised me at the beachhouse last Friday for a full weekend of celebrating.  We shopped, ate, drank and walked the beach together.  It was nothing short of a perfect party for me.

My family and friends give me life, in every way.  The benefit of growing older is realizing and savoring these precious moments and storing the memories away for the darker days.

Thank you all, my Dolls. You are the best and mean the world to me.  I love you all so much.
XOXO

Unstoppable...

Did you ever just straight up be proud of someone? As I sat at the 4th. of July BBQ, I was busting my buttons over this charming, smart friend.   Although I didn't have any buttons, well....it's obvious that I was busting outta something....

Meet Cory Messing.  I met Cory about 18 years ago at our beach house up north.  We are dear friends of his parents and Cory got dragged down to our bonfires.  Over the years he had put up with me visiting the family farm and asking a million (stupid!) questions.  Do the cows have names and do you know them all?  Which ones are boys and which ones are girls?  Who's a heifer? Can I pet them?  I have oohed and aahed over the baby cows-they are called calves, Jodi, as well as piglets and kittens.  I love farms and animals and Cory was a very patient tour guide and barely smirked over my 'Cityot' demeanor.

As the years flew by and Cory was in high school, we understandably saw less of him.  But we always looked forward to when he would drop in, and again, indulge us as we asked him how school was going and remarked on his growth spurt.  Always polite and respectful, it was a joy watching him grow up-a fact we marveled about at his graduation party.

Cory is now almost 27, a Registered Nurse and an engaged man.  He drove up for the day to attend the BBQ and thoughtfully answered all of our health questions.  As an R.N. in the E.R.,he has seen so much.  I couldn't be prouder of this soft spoken, giant of a man.  Did I mention he is 6'6" tall?  The proverbial gentle giant!

Next year when Cory marries it will again be a very proud moment.  He is everything you could ever want in a son and a friend.  I feel happy and lucky to know him.  

And proud, very proud.  Hugs my friend-even if I have to get on my tip toes! XO

Let the River Run...

On the eve of my sixtieth(!) birthday please allow me a moment to share some hard learned life lessons as well as some very ugly truths.  Words of wisdom coming from someone who has her head in the clouds and routinely loses her cell, keys, etc., so take it with a grain of salt.  The pink Himalayan kind!

*Regrets and worry are a waste of time and energy.  Change things if you can and accept if you can't.

*Don't give a rat's ass what others think of you.  Friends and family know your truths.

*Accept that you will never have your 30 year old body. Or your 40 or 50 year old one either.

*Travel is great but books provide just as equal of an escape.

*Coffee after 2:00 p.m. is never a good idea.  Neither is that 4th. glass of wine.

*High quality sheets are a necessary luxury.

*Just because you can still do a cartwheel, doesn't mean you should...

*Black and white is for Oreos.  Gray is an easier shade of life to live within.

*Expect grief and face the fact that your heart will be permanently scarred.

*Know that I  will never stand a chance against good chocolate or a good nap. Resistance is futile.

*Everything happens for a reason-even if we don't always get to know why.
*Come to terms with the fact that I will never skate in a roller derby or do a perfect chin-up.
*Family and friends are really all that matters.

That's all I've got.  That's it.  For the mess that life can be, it's ours to live and love.  I quote my girl Carly Simon in saying, "These are the good old days."
 60 years of them to be exact.   XOXO

Sweetener...

How 'bout this blazin' hot weather?  Holy sweathog it's hot!  Luckily I was in the thumb for the weekend where the temps were slightly cooler and we got a nice breeze off of the lake.

Upon arriving at my happy place, I took a long stroll down the beach searching for the treasures that make me happy.  My hunt yielded me three pieces of beach glass, one heart shaped stone, a perfect clam shell, and four feathers.  What's better than an hour or so of mindless strolling and picking up natures jewels?  I would rather 'shop the shore' than a retail store any day!

Later, at the bonfire, (it cooled off enough to warrant one!) we noticed that the moon was full and bright orange.  And the next day, while enjoying the deck, a monarch butterfly worked hard to pollenate a nearby milkweed plant. It was gorgeous and I've not seen one in years.  I laid in my hammock and read for hours-lost in a great book.

Needless to say, it was a great weekend, just doin' what comes naturally.

Now if only that damn Lake Huron would warm up past 63 degrees, I could add swimming to my list of favorites.  Gone are the days when my sister and brother and I would swim 'till our lips turned blue.  I've gotten wimpy in my old age-that's for sure!

Enjoy the Fourth y'all.  Roast a hot dog, eat a s'more, marvel at nature and maybe, just maybe, take a dip in some freezing cold water-even if it's your shower, I guarantee you'll feel alive.

Happy 4th. of July!   XO

Done for Me...

I broke out in a cold sweat.  The unthinkable had happened.

 I left my cell phone at home.

 Yep, enroute to the beach house, I went to call my Mom.  With that dull feeling in my gut, I realized that I had left my life link at home.  Quell horreur! That's French for 'Damn, I'm an idiot!'  Gasp, sharp inhale,and pop eyed realization-I was without my phone for, say...THE NEXT 40 HOURS!

After a few calming breaths, I got logical and realized that if anyone had an emergency, they could reach me via Randy who would be joining me later that night.  Okay...I'm cool, I got this.

BUT..but..what if, say, someone needed to text me?  Kristin, Matt, Lisa and others regularly update me on the trivialities of their lives-bringing a smile to my face.  Well, I guess by Monday morning I'll have plenty to be amused by.  But, what about Facebook?  Someone surely would be sharing pics of their kids that are ten years old, and I hate to miss that!  What if someone was checking into an airport?  Could they even board without my knowledge?  Guess I'll just have to suck it up and listen to Sirius instead of my custom Pandora playlist.  And it seems Siri has the weekend off, if I need clarification on anything.  Guess I'll just drive along without calling anyone and see how it goes.

The short story is yes, of course, I survived.  I kind of liked not being sucked into the vortex of my phone.  I didn't miss a thing.  Heading home this morning I saw a mama doe and her little spotted fawn that wasn't much bigger than Hazel the one-eyed wonder Cat.  Sooo cute.  Also a giant eagle perched in a tree.  And all of these sights were in my driveway!  A bit further up the road I had to brake for a fox with a giant plume tail and two more deer.  Had I been on a phone convo, I may have missed all of this beauty and possibly cracked up the front of Rocky Balboa.

It was nice and maybe I'll go phone free next weekend--NOT!  XO

99 Red Balloons...

We all watched in wonder as over 2000 (bio-degradable) balloons soared to the heavens while we sent up our prayers for our loved ones that have passed, are in recovery or active addiction-along with the friends and family affected.

On Families Against Narcotics 8th year for the Run Drugs Out of Town event, I can best describe as having all 'the feels.'  Inspirational, motivational and emotional-just to name a few.  Looking into the eyes of people who experience the same pain as I do had me blinking back tears all day. (no shock there!)  But the love and support makes it all worth the work and effort that the event brings. After a few 'tears from heaven' (as us F.A.N.atics like to say!) the sun burst out and blessed our day.

I was so happy to run into my friend Courtney.  She is an absolutely amazing woman who lost her sister to addiction on Christmas Eve two years ago.  Now her two nieces are lucky enough to live in her loving home. Courtney is a tireless advocate for addiction awareness and is even opening the Amber Reineck House which is a recovery home for women.  Courtney will tell you that in the beginning she was totally unaware of the realities of addiction but now has dedicated herself to stopping the stigma of addiction and recovery.  The love of her sister has made her a force to be reckoned with and if anyone can make a difference-Courtney can.  I am proud to call her my friend.

Please send your positivity, prayers and white lights of support to Courtney and her efforts to honor her sister as well as educate and help others.  Peace and love.   XO

Somewhere Over the Rainbow...

I wish I had some answers.  In addition to tragic celebrity deaths, I also read in my local newspaper about a young boy who had lost his mother in a traffic accident.   He simply could not face life without her and took his own life.  And I wonder...had nobody noticed anything.  Had he reached out to anyone? How desperate lonely he must have been. So horrible.

As a member of National Alliance on Mental Alliance, I have studied and read many case histories of people that have taken their own life.  As near as I figure, there is absolutely no solid pattern.  Suicidal tendencies cross all boundaries and is a moving target.  As successful celebrities can show us, it doesn't matter how much money or success you may have.

 Is it possibly societal?  The face that we are more disconnected socially than ever can't help.  Maybe too much pressure to be Pinterest Perfect?  Filtered pictures to remind us of all of our flaws?  Or is that not deep enough?

Is it wholly due to deep mental instability?  Does the stigma attached make diagnosing evasive?  I wish I knew.

Ideally, we can spot a person struggling and reach out to help them.  But I don't know that realistically we can. When I'm feeling blue, you will never see me. There seems to be a commonality with isolation and privacy.  Not all mental torture is shared publicly.   Seems that by the time the person needs to be helped, their decision has been made and there is no stopping it.

I've been blue all day anticipating trying to address this topic.  As a person who struggles with depression, it scares me that maybe that edge is lurking somewhere nearby.  I'm working on staying positive and healthy and learning all I can.

So, lets try to be loving and kind-you never really know what a person is dealing with. Thank you all for letting me muse and share.  Peace, XO

Heaven Only Knows...

                

Dane and Mickey

Together forever

06-06-83 to 06-05-14

All our love,

Mom and Poppy

XOXO

Some Gave All...

Happy Memorial Day.  Words cannot express the gratitude I feel for those who unselfishly gave their lives for our freedom.  As a mother and wife, I cannot imagine the sacrifice of not only supporting your loved one in his/her career, but the stress of possibly losing them.  As a grieving Mom, I know only too well that pain and will never forget those families who have paid that horrible price for our freedom.  So as another year goes by, let's keep in mind the bravery of the Veterans and their families who gave all so we could live free.
P.S. Thank you Tami for this wonderful picture.

Fevers and Candies...

I've been to concerts, drag shows, and even strip clubs in my day, but I wasn't sure what to expect when we went to the Fillmore to see Dita Von Teese and her burlesque show.

I have seen the movie 'Burlesque'-the one that all women (and a few men) love.  It was a romantic love story with great music and flair.  But what would Dita do for a whole show?

What didn't Dita do?  (Say that 3 times fast!)  She, and her posse of performers, camped it up with fans, feathers, scarves and other props.  There was even a bathtub with running water on the stage. It was funny, sexy, witty and oh so campy.  The girls teased and amused us all.  I loved the costumes and music and the dude that emceed the whole show.  He was a show all by himself as he introduced the numbers and added snappy commentary.

I learned that burlesque is soooo much more than stripping, although pasties and G-strings were the end game outfits.  There were twirling tassels by the Best Twirler in the World!  It really was closer to a drag show with the same humor and flourish.  And predictably, Dita closed the show in her giant martini glass.  I loved every moment of the show and I would recommend anyone to go and be teased and entertained!

P.S.  As a side show, the people watching was supreme.  Girls and boys dressed up in all their 'Dita' looks.  Tight dresses, fishnets, and red, red lips were out and about seein' and bein' seen.  The streets of Detroit never disappoint!  And the Fillmore-what a totally old gorgeous venue.
Got a chance?  Go Go Go!

Back to You...

Happy Mother's Day!  To all  the Mom's for all the love and consistency you bring to the world.  You all are the foundations of the family and the ones we can count on for unconditional love and acceptance.  Where would we be with out our Mom's?

Happy Mother's Day to the Mom's, here and passed that have shaped us and been our role models.  You are our rocks.

And to all of you that asked, called, texted and posted Mother's Day wishes and support to me on this bittersweet day.  I love you all. XO

P.S. Happy Birthday to my husband, Randy.  Another lap around the sun! XO

Keep it Lit...

I love a clever turn of word but lately people have some 'splainin' to do.  Seems there is slang that I was totally ignorant of.  Dane used to chastise me and say that once I finally caught on, it was all passe' and I sounded like an idiot.  

Let me share my recent relevations and maybe enlighten you, too.  Gal pal Kristin and I were at happy hour at our favorite watering hole-a perfect place to watch the boats roll in while the cocktails roll out and have a hipster conversation about such things.

  As a person who attempts (well, sort of..) to stay relatively hip, I am amazed at all the 'new' verbage floating around.   For instance, did you know that being 'snatched' has nothing to do with me grabbing the last piece of garlic bread in the basket?   No, rather it means that my make-up, eyebrows and clothing choices are 'on point.'  I guess if I cared a little more, that could be an issue.  I'm more likely to do the garlic bread thing.

And how about the word 'extra?'  It's just soooo extra.  The drunk chickie that we watched stumbling  off the yacht in high heels and a revealing dress was certainly very 'extra.'  The guys watching her were treated to a little 'extra' view as she navigated her crawl off the boat.  

How about the 'prom posal?'   This is fancy slang for a guy asking a girl to be his date for the event.  However, this request doesn't happen in the hall by the lockers.  A prom posal must be done at a very special place, possibly on one knee, with maybe flowers and and expensive dinner involved.  The event must be photographed, videoed and posted on all social media.  The Sears Tower is a perfect location-or at least the RenCen.  Any jumbotron invite, at a major sporting event-say the Superbowl- is also appropriate for popping the prom question.

And what about a 'push present?'  As I understand it,  when you birth your baby, a present is due you because you 'pushed.'  Apparently the little bambino is not gift enough but any jewelry store or furrier, or car dealership will happily hook up the Dad as he rewards Mommy for the job well done.   I do not know if sweating or panting is yet to be rewarded.  BONUS!!

How's that for a little update?  Have an extra snatched week.  I'm going to dip out and take my extra butt to hit the hay.  Groovy, Baby!  xo

Penny Lane...

Musings from a highway rest stop(s) 2018.  I have a strange fascination with rest stops.  The one stop kind that the real truckers hit up.  While Randy pumps gas, I tear in there to look around.  Here's just some of the things that keep me guessing and coming back.

What is the obsession with peanuts in the south?  I saw boiled peanuts, peanuts in a can (huh?), peanuts in bags-salted and unsalted, and even peanuts in crock pots!  No thanks, I'll stick to Planters-until someone tells me why you would ever boil a peanut.  You can purchase 50 different flavors of pecans-if that's your bag.  I know this because I sampled about 25 of the flavors and purchased 100.00 worth!  Plus a giant bag of oranges  What can I say-they were/are fresh and the dude told me his whole life history.  I am a sucker for a good story as well as a good pecan. You can hardly beat a good story ABOUT a pecan. And can we just talk about the cinnamon rolls that are as big as a Frisbee?  3000 calories in cellophane wrap with no expiration date!  Yep, and covered with-you guessed it-pecans!  There are special bathrooms that you can take a number for and when they announce it, it's your turn to shower if you are feeling sorta funky.  There is a small theater if you have time to catch a movie.  I saw an alarming number of fireworks.  Those thing scare me and I prefer to be viewing them with a real pyro tech.   And I am puzzled as to why anyone would want to use the 'Penny Press.'  Apparently you can pay a buck  to get a penny with a local historical event on it for a souvenir.  Huh?  Not once have I ever seen anyone pressing a penny.  Seems like a waste of space when there could be room for more peanuts.  I saw a chapel where I guess you can go to pray for safe travels or the avoidance of indigestion from all those peanuts.  Alligator heads and rebel flags, rock t-shirts and seashells, saltwater taffy and mirrored beer signs.  Those places have it all.

Why, you ask, do we frequent a rest stop as opposed to say, a regular gas station?   Well, pulling a boat behind a big truck necessitates a large parking lot.  So we wheel in, get gas, hit the rest room, grab a coffee and hit the road.

That's all she wrote till next year.

I may even press a penny.    XOXOX from this weary road warrior

So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish...(yes, that's a song!)

Hello Dolls!  A very tired Jspot comin' at you tonight.  We are packin' up and getting ready to hit the road.  There's so much to get handled before we pull out.  The usual packing (2 months worth!) plus taking care of things that we have procrastinated for 8 weeks.  Tomorrow will find us at Home Depot buying light bulbs, cleaning supplies, and other miscellaneous items.  Randy spent the day washing the boat as well as scuba, snorkeling and fishing gear.  We have purged and reorganized the store room and our closets.   Most of the refridge food is eaten up and the rest will be tossed.  After 20 trips to the truck, we will be ready to load her up, toss in Hazel kitty and bust our move north-via North Carolina.  

It's been a blast.  We have had roughly 2 weeks total where we didn't have guests and now it seems too quiet around here.  I don't think we missed a trick including the Marathon Seafood Festival, Tastefest and Art Fair, Micheal Trixx Magic, and even a flight to Key West for St. Paddy's day.  We have hit Sand Bar Sunday a number of times as well as many 'sunset celebrations.'  I have read at least 10 books enjoying the new furniture out on our lower deck.  I have ate more lobster reubens than I will admit too and almost as much key lime pie.  (I actually prefer Key Lime Cheesecake!)  We have enjoyed many live bands and solo artists beachside.  We bar hopped by boat-more than a few times!  I have taken to sleeping in-something I rarely do at home.  But all good things must come to an end-just when I was (finally!) getting used to the putzy pace of things.  

The beauty of it is this-I'm happy to get here and equally as happy to get back home.  You know me-I'm a 'home slice.'  Make that a Key Lime Cheesecake-a big slice!

Have a lovely week my Darlin's!  xo