Stay Awhile…

 Here’s hoping you had a purrrrfect holiday!  Meowy Christmas from Hazel, Randy and I! XO

Christmas Wrapping…

 

Does anyone wrap gifts in boxes anymore or do we just put them in holiday bags, stuff it with tissue paper and call it good?  

I’m asking because I recently saw a meme that struck home.  It was about boxes.  The observation was, that you know you are getting old when you save ‘good’ boxes.  Now, with home delivery as it is, we have a glut of boxes available if we need them.  And I clearly remember my Mom saying, “This is a good box.  Run it to the basement in case we need it.”  I guess you just can’t be too careful when it comes to good boxes.

So today at Rite Aid I noticed some very good boxes that the stock person had unpacked.  Randy and I are preparing to move (more on that later!) and we mostly use the ubiquitous rubber tub.  But these boxes looked amazing and I snatched them up-just in case.

I’m old, I own it and I know a good, solid box when I see it.  (I think I need to get a life!)

Merry Christmas to you all sweet Dolls.  Just be sure to save those boxes!

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year…

I generally don't think Christmas is 'the most wonderful time of the year.'  That said, I am happy and relieved to announce that the 15th. annual, official, R.S. Dale Holiday Bash is in the books-whatever 'book' that is!

The ever fabulous Bath City Bistro once again was the location of said party.   The restaurant is one of our very favorite places and they generously stayed open on a Sunday afternoon just for us.  The wait and bar staff are the best in the business and they hustled their butts off, taking care of about 90 revelers.  We enjoyed a wonderful cocktail hour with apps as well as a delicious dinner buffet.  The desert table was off the chain and could rival any high end specialty bakery. (Thanks, Katie!)

Randy and I look forward to this event every year to enjoy our employees and guests while they can really let themselves relax and let their hair down.  And did we ever!  Much mixin' and minglin' happened while the annual R.S.Dale Reindeer Games took place.  The competition was heavy and there was cheering, moaning and groaning as well as celebrating happening as wins and losses were realized.  Fist pumping and 'Hell yeah's abounded!  (is abounded even a word?)  The evening wrapped up with some feather bowling, causing more laughs as those ungainly 'pucks' wobble down the aisle towards that tiny feather.

But best of all was the comradery of everyone hanging out as friends-and not just co-workers.  I truly hope this party fosters understanding and tolerance among everyone.  Friendship, understanding and tolerance-the true reason for the season.  (Well, that and one very important birthday!)

Peace, goodwill and blessings to all of our employees-we couldn't do 'it' without you!  XOXO

THAT’S WHAT I WANT…

 Four beautiful children gone too soon, tragically and totally unnecessarily.  Families grieving with lives that are forever changed.  Friends trying to cope and understand the unspeakable injustice of it all.  A community stunned and broken.   

And one boy with a gun.

I grew up with guns in the house.  We were taught respect as well as fear of them.  I believe in our right to bear arms, but what has changed here that school shootings are becoming more commonplace?  Are guns not stored properly?  Do we not value the lives than can be permanently gone in an instant?  Are the parents not teaching the proper lessons?  Have video games violence pretend shooting made real deaths unreal?  Where in the hell is the value of human lives? 

I don’t even pretend to have any answers but I know something for sure-these tragic massacre's have to be understood and stopped.   Prayers and support for the families of these children, may they somehow find peace.  Compassion for the very troubled gun man, his suffering will too, be forever.  And may the rest of us find a way to forge on, fearlessly and with hope.  My heart aches.

Canto Della Terra...

 On the evening of Thanksgiving while my family and I were blissfully enjoying our food babies, our dear friends house was burning to the ground.

 A gas leak caused the entire structure to be fully engulfed and marked as a total loss.  Every fire department in the area as well as the Air Force showed up to battle the raging fire.  Don and Tami were enjoying the holiday in the Keys when the call came in that their home was gone.  Their sleepless night was spent with many family calls, updates, and many more tears.  A rough inventory brought even more tears as special heirlooms and travel items, photos and art-all irreplaceable-were remembered.  Such a loss is mourned akin to a death and I know Don and Tami will be grieving for some time. The vacation was cut short so they could handle insurance, salvage and whatever else needs to be done.  By the grace of God, nobody was home and we spared an even greater tragedy.

Please keep our friends in your prayers as they move through this terrible process.   I can't even imagine the incredible loss of self involved in losing the entire contents of a home.

So tonight, in addition to family, friends and health, I am thankful for the comfort and familiarity of our home.  It's another thing I will never take for granted.  

Have a wonderful week as we move into December.  And remember to thank your luck stars for all the good in your life.  XOXO  Prayers and big hugs to Don and Tami as they rebuild their lives.  XOXO

One Tribe…

 

Happy Tuesday!  Friends that are family and family that are friends-what’s better than that?  Celebrating our closeness and my ‘fashion-niecetas’ work success.  Trish has worked her little butt off and has been consistently promoted.  Congrats, Babe-we are very proud of you!

As a hunting season widow, I am totally discombobulated.  Time and schedule are shape shifting without the schedule of ‘Randy.’  Gal pal extraordinaire, Shanny, came over for the weekend and we whiled the time away just Yenta-ing it up!  I’m so grateful for her caring friendship and support. 

Randy shot an amazing buck tonight.  Hunting and killing are not part of my instincts but totally speaks to his.  He does it passionately and respectively with an old skool bow.  Congrats to him!

Niece Nicole is still hospitalized with COVID.  Thank God she is improving and we can all breathe a little easier.  Please continue to keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

Tomorrow is my Mom’s birthday!  I feel very fortunate to have her here and will celebrate when we get together on Thursday for our annual ‘Ducksgiving’ celebration.  Happy Birthday, Mom!

And on Thursday we will cook, eat and enjoy one of my favorite days all year.  I can’t wait to see my family and enjoy our time laughing and feasting.  

Lots of things to be grateful for, but the health, happiness, and love of my family and friends tops my list.  Hugs to you all.  XO

XOXO…

 The jspot will be found tonight laying low and resting thru a Mucinex haze.  See you next week when I feel better and my head will be clearer.  Stay healthy my dears and have a great week.  XO

Double Dutch Bus...

 My brother in law, Mark-who just happens to be a real estate professional extraordinaire, recently had dinner and a sleep over with us.  As we plowed through our Chinese delicacies, Mark commented that he had to leave early in the morning because he had to meet some clients for an early house showing.  So with full bellies, we all fell asleep in front of the tube. zzzzzzzzzz....zz.....zzz...zzz

The next morning as Mark was leaving he cracked open one of the three fortune cookies that were left on the counter.   You guessed it.  Pictured above, was his fortune.  

Isn't that crazy?  I love when these little touches of kismet 'kiss' our lives.  XOXO

(P.S. I was sure that my cookie paper would read, 'Get your big bootie to the gym, Chubs!'  But no, it was just the generic vague message.)

P.P.S.S.-I may have some real estate news of my own soon-stay tuned! 

I Want it All...

 Happy Halloween! (I know-I'm a day late)

I love Halloween and always have.  Growing up up north, Halloween was like a religion and I did it all!  Pumpkins, yard decorations, bar parties, haunted houses, passing out candy, antagonizing over the perfect costume-the whole shebang.  I even met my hubs at a bar party, while dressed as Cat Woman.  But that's a whole another 'tail!'

I now live in a house that gets no little beggars, I don't decorate my yard (where do you even store those giant blow ups?) and I haven't carved a pumpkin in about a hundred years.  I hate haunted houses as well as scary movies.  And I truly do not get any adrenaline rush from being scared.  At all.

But I still love to dress up.  You wont find me being scary or ugly.  I prefer to use costuming as a chance to live or relive some fantasy.  Pictured above, a few years ago, I was Britney Spears post breakdown.  And on Saturday night without a plan in sight, I got inspired and was having a serious F.O.M.O.-that's Fear of Missing Out-if you didn't know.  I scrounged up a Sandy-from-Grease-during-the-last-scene- look.  I grabbed up my sometimes partner-in-crime and went out for a bit.  And I got my 'fix.'

And I'm all good for another year.  Happy November-bring on that bird!   XOXO

Shivers...

 Things that make me go hmmmm....

A woman in Detroit was arrested for having FIVE Caracal cats.  Yes, five full grown wild and exotic cats.  Seems they just kept getting out and scaring the bejesus out of her neighbors.  She saw absolutely nothing out of line and called them her children!  Imagine those litter boxes..

William Shatner returned to space.  Of course he did.  

An Ohio woman is accused of trying to steal a Christmas tree by hiding it in her vagina.  I gotta love her ingenuity and determination to get her fir.  Not even kidding.

In Olympia, Washington, things in a classroom went terribly awry.   An elementary teacher was arrested after a bad crystal meth trip caused her to strip naked and bite two students.  Those poor kids must have been scared spitless!  I can't make this stuff up.

And also here in Detroit, a woman was arrested for training squirrels to attack her ex-boyfriend.  The unsuspecting dude fled after losing two fingers and one testicle.  Hell certainly hath no fury as the squirrel trainer scorned.

In personal oddity, I counted 4 giant yard chickens on my drive up north.  What am I missing here?  Where do you even purchase such a thing, and why?  Probably the last thing I would consider to place in my yard.  But to each his own, I guess.

Hope you all were as amazed as I was with these tidbits.  Have an amazing, and spooky week! XO

You Enjoy Myself…

 Somethings fishy... in downtown Alpena!

Spending a few days with my Mom and Sister shopping and 'touristing' in downtown Alpena was a very eye opening experience. 

 It had been awhile and I was amazed at the fresh beauty of our city.  Entering the downtown, the park on the water has been made to a full on splash park!  The little motels seem to have had a little 'glow up' and looked fresh and quaint.  A former shopping square that had been mostly empty, was now full and bustling.  The plaza fountain bubbled with pink water and the flower pots sported the signature color of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  We checked out a number of new specialty boutiques and were warmly welcomed at each one.  Outdoor seating with colorful flower pots graced the sidewalks.  There are two new breweries and Alpena has even secured a special license where you can shop and enjoy a cocktail! How chill is that?  And the lofts downtown look so modern and I can just picture the owners running downstairs to catch a coffee or snack.  And I understand there is some more new retail and hotels coming soon.  

And can we talk about the giant murals on numerous walls around town-especially the 3 D art installation of giant fish?  It is simply stunning and I had to move in for a closer look.  Absolutely cool and arty!  

If you are ever in the area, check it all out!  And if you are in the area, stop pointing and clicking and support the merchants and eateries!  You will be amazed.  And I hope you have enjoyed my little (fish) kiss to my adorable hometown.   XXOO

Blessed & Free...

When dear friends invite you to Nashville for a fundraiser and fun, what do you do?  Well, you just 'cowboy up' and haul your cookies south and join the party!

Neither Randy or I had ever been to Nashville before and we were very excited to see what the hype was all about.  And it did not disappoint!   We toured downtown and saw some of the landmarks as well as the gorgeous countryside.  On Saturday, it was an honor to attend the Leiper's Fork fundraiser benefiting needy children and families.  The evening was very special and we hope to attend next year.  Hitting the downtown, we participated in 'honky tonkin' while 'hollerin' and swallerin' like the total tourists that we are.  The entertainment was amazing with talent everywhere.

But of course, the best part was seeing our friends and hosts with the most-Don and Tami.  Leisure dinners and late night chats strengthen the bonds of friendship even further.   Lots of laughs and plans for future travel.    (Je suis excite'!)

Before I unpack and crash, I want to thank Don and Tami as well as Jeff, Krissy, Sam and Hattie for a very fun and memorable weekend.  Y'all are the best.  Bless your little hearts!   XOXO

 

 

It Must Be Magic…

 Recently, I created a bit of magic.

No, I didn’t pull a rabbit out of a hat or find a dove in my hankie.  Instead, I rescued an old chandelier from the thrift store and painted it a beachy aqua.  I swapped out the lightbulbs for solar lights and hung it in my garden.  And waited… Then, at dusk, the ‘magic’ appeared as the solars came on and the lights lights threw off an amazing pattern.  Such a simple trick that makes me smile and feel like a big, old fairy in my garden.

It’s always the simple things-isn’t it?  (Take that Pinterest!) XO

Nevermind...

 Fall and colder weather always inspires me to get my 'ish' together.  I'm like a bear preparing to hibernate, well, until February when we make our Keys escape.

The (sometimes) neglected yard will get the major trimming and clean up job.  Bye bye irises and lilies-see you in the spring when I will be once again overjoyed to see your buds.  Thank God I have yard dude extraordinaire, Joe, to assist with this endeavor!

As I inventory the house, most rooms need 'something.'  A light bulb here and a paint touch up there.  Here a light, there a brush everywhere a fix up.  I see decor I want to ditch and drawers I want to sort.  The garage will get a purge as soon as Randy goes hunting and can't see what I am gonna haul to the garbage.  (You don't know a thing, if he asks!)  20 pairs of sandals will be sorted and I'll lose my mind with the big decision of what stays and what goes.  

As the holidays approach I get nervous about overscheduling and need a visual paper calendar with all the events in their square.  As a total commitment phobe, have to be sure that there are lots of spaces between events.  (Also to see which ones I can bow out of!)  Doctor and dentist appointments will be scheduled.

Do you ever feel that pressure to 'nest?'  I do every fall along with the craving for a giant, caramel apple.

Enjoy whatever your plans are and here's a tip:  Nino Salvaggio's have the best caramel apples! 

Days Go By...

 In two days it’ll be fall y’all.   Sigh....

 As Michiganders, I think the weather unites us in a way.  Together we yearn for warm, summer and then commiserate when it’s too hot-or actually too humid.  We enjoy the beauty of fall and all it’s ‘pumpkin-ness’ but shake our heads with trepidation over months of cold and ice.  But then we delight at the first glittering snowfall, before wondering when it will all melt and give way to the fresh, new life of spring.  Hearty stock, we are-enduring and enjoying the changes the weather brings our lives.  I think the effects of of the seasons is a commonality that binds us.  And couldn’t we use a little binding right now?

So, I’m ready..I’ll be turning off the A.C. and turning on the fireplace.  We’ll put the boat away. 😢 I’ve begun to switch out my closet for warmer togs and I’m already looking forward to stews, roasts and the like.   It’s okay.  Change is good right?  

I would hate to see Ben Bailey pointing to the weather map and saying, “Just another 75 and sunny day, again!”  Because where’s the fun in that, right?  Right?  Sigh...

XO Dolls.

Dial P for Poison....

 

 

"Gloom despair and agony on me.  Deep, dark depression, excessive misery.  If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.  Gloom, despair and agony on me."  What does this old Hee Haw nugget have to do with me?  What has brought on this horrible funk?  Two words.....POISON IVY.

Yes, I know...'leaves of three-let it be.'  But when your favorite nephew/puppers, Quito, brings you the stick-you throw it.  Even after he has ran through the woods getting the dreaded poison ivy oil all over himself.  And maybe you hug and love on him-in a swimsuit, allowing the invisible oil to get all over yourself.  And the swimsuit situation lets the crud get on your 'nether regions' making scratching in public NOT CUTE. 

Eight days in and this crud has spread from my face to my leg and everywhere in between. I have spent $$$ on over the counter remedies.  I have researched and tried all homeopathic potions.  And now, I have officially waved the white flag.  I have a call into my doctor and I plan to beg and plead for the 'good stuff'.  Bring on a giant syringe of cortisone, I'll be happy to bend over.  I will bathe in the creams.  I will suffer the side effects of steroids.  I will do all the things to stop this misery and get my life back!  So dears, send me all positive white light for my healing.  And if you see me scratching my 'lady bits' well, blame it on Quito!

Have a wonderful week, Dolls!  XO

Come Together...

 

It was a ‘labor’ of love.

Love for my family and friends.  Love for the perfection and beauty of the Huron shoreline.  Love for a saturated, sunny day topped off with a juicy cheeseburger.  Puppy love for my favorite pumpkin headed dog and the smiles he brings.

Thank you JD, Trish and Quito- you are the best!  Kirk and Sue for your spontaneous fun and support.  Y’all brought the love.

Happy Labor Day! ❤️

 

As Tears Go By...

I have not a molecule of frivolity or whimsy in me tonight.  The state of our world has me in knots.  I have never felt so much fear and uncertainty for the future of our world.  And I’m scared.  And sad.

It is with a heavy heart that I plead all of you to pray for the family’s of our thirteen fallen soldiers as well as those still trapped in Kabul.  I am sickened by the grief  they must be experiencing knowing that their brave child died so heroically-and unnecessarily.   It’s a tragedy beyond compare.  

For the victims of hurricane Ida,  please pray for safety and comfort for those suffering yet another disaster.  I can’t imagine the fear and uncertainty of their situation.  

It’s all I’ve got tonight.  I count my blessings and am grateful but I implore you to keep those suffering in mind and please offer all the support and prayers you can.  ❤️

After the Lovin..

 On Saturday we went to our first ever 'fun-eral.'

Our friend Bill Hunsanger lived a full and joyous life.  Bill came from a large, close and loving family. He adored his wife, Renee.  He was an athlete and singer as well as a die hard Lions fan.  Bill embraced all things outdoors and was happiest at his 'up north' property where we had the pleasure of meeting him and receiving his warm hugs.  I would nag Bill to sing Engelbert Humperdinck and he would sweetly oblige and croon out the song.  The whole bar would sing along and cheer on his prefect rendition.  Nobody did it better.

Bill requested that there be a party to celebrate-a true party that embodied his lust for life, fun and family.  So we joined in the fun(eral).  On his property, there were numerous tents and campers.  Kid and dogs romped about.   A favorite band of Bill's, played every song you can think of and the dance floor was full.  A buffet of luscious, Italian food was available and of course, the outdoor bar was open.  

Thru laughter and tears, we ate, drank and danced as we remembered Bill in the way that he wished.  The party was one the Bill would have loved.  It was our honor to know and celebrate him. 

 Rest in peace friend, and prayers to Renee as she moves thru life in this new way.  XOXO

Essence...

 Just when you thought you’d seen it all...

My ocean side travels have exposed me to every possible variety of ‘mermaid art’-from cute to kitschy.   Or so I thought.  On Saturday, I was gifted this incredible piece that was handmade by Rick from Atlas Jewelers.  He calls his work “Timeless Art” and my mermaid is made up of antique watch parts.  The incredible attention to detail is stunning and meticulously fashioned.  In addition, she sports real shells, a diamond and a pearl.  She holds in her hand a charm off a one hundred year old piece that Rick engraved my name on and her fish friend is suffused with so much personality!  

My piece is signed and numbered 1 of 1 and Rick has expressed that the detail was very tedious and time consuming and it will be a one of a kind!  (He also designed and created my pirate necklace from vintage jewelry years ago and I get compliments on it constantly!)  For a look at his other art pieces, check out his Instagram page at mauirick or stop in at the fabulous Atlas Jewelers.

Thank you again Rick-I adore her!  And Tom, Kara, Vivi and Bash for the perfect day to celebrate two of the best things in life-art and friends.  (Oh, and wine...there was definitely wine.)  XOXO

Transparent Soul...

 On Saturday, July 30, the world bottomed out for good friends of ours.

On his fourteenth birthday, Travis Milosevic was on his four wheeler when he was struck by a truck while crossing M25, not a mile from our beachhouse.  His injury(s) were life threatening and Travis was airlifted to one hospital and then again moved to U of M.  His family were absolutely devastated and frantic with worry.  As friends we were sickened and helpless to do anything but try to offer love and prayers.

Travis is the sweetest kid you ever want to meet.  He willingly offers a helping hand to anyone who needs it.  At 6'2 and 245 pounds, he is a natural and gifted athlete, hunter and fisherman.  He always has a smile on his face and a respectful attitude.  Travis is a gentle and caring Uncle to niece, Mila, and a happy Dog Dad to his two dogs.  And I love it when he calls me Miss Jodi.  Needless to say, he is loving and loved.

After numerous surgeries, his condition is stable but still very serious.  He is expected to be hospitalized for another month and then enduring extensive physical therapy.  This will be a long and tough road but I am sure Travis will handle it with determination and style.  And with his big smile.

We are thinking of you, Ben and the rest of the family and praying for your recovery.      

In addition to prayers, the family would be grateful for any financial help in the way of gas cards, meal cards, etc.  There is also a go fund me page in the name of Travis Milosevic.  A card or note would probably put that smile on Travis's face too!  His address is:

U of M 

1540 Medical Hospital Drive

Attn:  PICU

Ann Arbor, Mi  48109  Attn: Travis Milosevic

My House...

 I had a great weekend.   It was 3 days that were therapeutic, fun and satisfying.  So,  did I sleep till noon?  Eat lobster with good wine?  Did I jet off to Paris on the Concorde?  Nope, nope, and nope-something even better.  I painted my niece’s house.  

Mic drop.

Yes, you heard me right.  I come from a long line of nutballs who simply love to paint!   Nicole got the keys to her new house on Thursday afternoon and early Friday morning we found ourselves poring over color samples and drop cloths.  We hauled five gallons of paint and supplies out of that hardware and got busy-real busy.  For three days, we patched, primed, sanded and painted our little hearts out- and bought even more paint.  The rest of the crew (family!) showed up and joined in the action.  Lights were hung, cabinets cleaned and lined, and windows washed.   Between crazy dancing and snatches of pizza and more than a few beers, we spit shined that house to pristine, move-in condition.  Things progressed with mostly laser focus with only one unfortunate event where Nicole stepped in a full paint pan.  A minor setback that took a roll of paper towels and a bath (Nicole!) to remedy.  The inside report being that somehow there was paint where there should NEVER be paint!     

And I loved every minute of it.  Champagne was popped and toasts were made.   And with a flourish, the final touch was added.  Nicole shook out her new doormat-WELCOME TO THE SHITSHOW.

Congrats on your dollhouse, Nicole!

Tennessee Whiskey...

 The value of true friendship cannot be fully described-though many have tried.  

Time together with Tami and Don can be likened to a thing as beautiful as a cobalt blue Italian vase or a rare piece of blue beach glass.  It’s as strong and as necessary as the perfect bamboo cutting board, both lasting and unique.  And it’s as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.

Thank you friends, for these gifts-they are truly invaluable.  We love you.  😘💕

❤️

July is National Bereaved Parents Awareness Month.

There is no word or name for a parent that has lost a child.  We are not widows or widows.  This profound loss is even at a loss for a name.

I have been so thoughtfully and lovingly supported in my grief by family and friends that I want to share some thoughts and personal insights.  My hope is that it may help someone who finds themselves trying to support a grieving parent.  

First of all....there are no ‘right’ words, a child is forever gone.   A hug and “I’m sorry” is best.  I remember family and friends just sitting with me-and that quiet support was enough.  The generous food offerings helped ease that worry and were of great comfort.  Send a card.  I loved all the cards and have read them over and over.

After a bit, it helped to hear others tell of their favorite memories.  It soothes our souls and keeps our loved one alive.  Don’t be afraid to share a cool story-we love it!

Stay in touch but don’t be offended if the person requires some time and space.  Don’t avoid us when we need you the most.  It takes a long while to figure out our new ‘normal.’  We will be back-just in a new way.  

To all grieving parents-Jill and Jeff, Paul and Jackie, Joe and Shari, Laurel, Jen, Michelle, Stacey, Susan P., Vicky W., and all and anyone I may have overlooked-my sincere support.  

XOXO

My Best Friend...

 So I had another birthday....Here's what (gasp!) 63 looks (and feels) like..

Sorta...

B12 shots have replaced jellybean shots.  What the hell were we even thinking, drinking ouzo that was SET ON FIRE?  The very thought makes me reach for the Tums..

I have missed the endings of any movie that started after 8:00 p.m.  And I barely care.

My spike heels are donated in hopes some other chick can walk in them without fearing a broken hip or being jolted awake with searing leg cramps.  Those kicks have served me well.  Strut your stuff in them fiercely and with pride, Dolls.

My ears are doing weird shit-everything sounds too loud.  Much of the time, Lux D. Lux's bangin' stereo is a waste as I prefer to drive in silence.  And you know what they say, 'turn the music down-I can't think.'  So very true.

I am very excited about cozy throws..you know, those soft lap blankets that you have on your lap more for comfort than warmth.  Comfort is very important to little old ladies!

I need to consistently keep lists and paper calendars.  Not because I'm type A or an organizational freak.  But because I have to.  The stress of 'where's my phone, keys, Lux, etc. is exhausting enough without the strain of trying to remember specific dates.  Brain fog is no joke, kids.

Luckily with my advancing dotage, I just don't care.  It's a bonus, really.. I'm good with it.

Sorta...

Cake by the Ocean...

Did someone order a strawberry shortcake?  Get a load of this ginormous, scrumptious confection brought to dinner by Shannon and Don.  Made with berries from their garden, it was the perfect after dinner treat.  Brother in law, Mark supplied the steaks and my brother, Steve, grilled ‘em up right.  Mom’s pasta salad and Trish’s cookies rounded out our celebration feast.  This crew loves to eat!

Much laughter, family and friends made another fourth that I will cherish and be grateful for.  I count my blessings and hope your holiday included all the ‘sweet’ things.

‘Merica!

Rain...

 Rain, rain-go away, come again another day!

We needed rain-I get that...but this is getting crazy!  Does it all have to come at once?   On Friday I drove to the beach during a deluge that had me in a death grip on Lux!  I know I’m getting old because I now hate to drive at night and almost as bad is driving in the rain.  I feel a total lack of control. We lucked out and missed the tornado that touched down in nearby Port Austin.  Also we escaped any basement flooding in the city.  I feel horrible for all those suffering the damage brought on by the storms as well as inconvenience of the power/internet outages.  Mother Nature need not be so relentless after the year we have endured!

On the bright (and hopefully sunny!) side, the farmers are doing cartwheels!  The corn will definitely be knee high or better by next week, ready for the ‘up north’ recipe which include lots of butter and honey!  And maybe this weather front will be over by the holiday weekend.  Y’all know that the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday, with family joining us to celebrate.  

So if anyone has a hex, anti rain dance, or a good old fashioned prayer, now would be a good time to get busy.  Please, please, please-don’t rain on my parade!

Rock Steady...

 Hi Dolls!  On a recent beach walk I noticed this big black rock warmed by the sun and had to take a seat. 

 With a view of the water, I welcomed the first day of summer.  Y'all know I love warm weather and am ready for all things summer.  Beach reads in the hammock, long walks hunting for shore treasures, clear starry nights, and hot dogs...Yep hot dogs!

I prefer mine to be cooked over the bonfire by my nephew, Matt.  (His dogs are the BEST!) They must be natural casing and browned till the skin cracks.  Hand me the whole grain bun, the stone ground mustard and the dill pickle relish and I'm happily stuffing my face!  

That's my plan.  What are you all up to?  Whatever it is, I'm sure you'll rock it!

Monday Dreamin' Green...

 Are we feeling normal yet?  Are we moving in that direction?  What's the expected fallout of the pandemic? (media made up word!) 

Talk of depression and Covid PTSD..the death of small business due to online shopping...deteriorating social skills...fear...division...distrust...etc.

What a year (plus) it's been.  I cannot think of one good thing that has come due to the virus.  I can only see an overall stifling of our culture, along with the horrible death total.  I understand being 'safe' but it seems to have been forgotten that if you aren't coughing or sneezing, you can't spread the virus.  I mentioned that fact to the manatee but he insisted on it anyway-his choice!

  And thank goodness, by July 01, it will be officially over.   Unless you are coughing and sneezing...

Have a great week, get outside and take a big, deep breath...we made it! 

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The Sad River...

 I hope you all enjoyed the beautiful Memorial Day Weekend while taking a moment to pause and give thanks, prayer, respect and wonderment to the brave service people and service puppers that gave all so that we could have our freedom.  They gave what I could never have the guts to do.

Our weekend included the perfect mix of food, family and friends.  The kick off to summer has officially began and I just hope it doesn't fly by too fast.  I want it all to slow down so I can remember to stop and smell the bonfire, as well as count my blessings.

Sadly, I read with horror the story describing the discovery of 215 Indigenous children's bodies in British Columbia.  In an attempt to strip the children of their culture and language, they were forced to attend school, where they met their death.  How could this have even happened?  What is wrong with people?  I do not yet understand the details but I am sickened all the same.

So, it was a bittersweet holiday with Veteran's and those children on my mind.   Please remember those poor children and their families in your prayers as well as our Veterans.  

Until next week, my Lovelies.  XO

  

Come Through...

Meet Lux!  Lux D. (As in Dale!) Luxe-my sweet replacement for a seriously injured Berry Manilow.  My brother, salesman extraordinaire, was able to pull off a smoke and mirror trick with a side of  automotive shell game.  The result is this sweet girl with a bangin’ bod and skin like porcelain.  I am looking forward to some serious girl time in our travels.  

The moral of this silly story?  Sometimes in a bad situation, you just have to look for a silver-or in this case ‘white lining.’  White with just a touch of sparkle!  XO

Crash into Me...

If you saw me standing on the side of I94 holding my one-eyed cat, I was not lost or 'losing it.'  Here's the tea...

Hazel (the one eyed wonder cat) and I were rear ended on Friday.  We were uninjured, but poor Berry Manilow is at the doctors for more intensive cosmetic surgery.  I'm not sure if the other Barry has ever had his rear end fixed, but my Berry is in for a major fluff up.  

Being rear ended is one of my worst nightmares come true.  I have long feared that very event and always leave ample room between me and the vehicle I am following.  But men...that's apparently a problem.  And don't you know, it was a man that plowed into me.  I harp at Randy if he even gets close to the car ahead.  The struggle is real...

As in most cases, it could have been worse.  The Police officer could not have been any nicer and the tow truck driver was also very helpful. Insurance and auto body shop were fast and efficient.  Randy came quickly and scooped us up.   My back and neck were only sore for a few days and Hazel is recovering nicely from her Post Traumatic Stupid Driver Syndrome.  Berry will heal and be as good as new and life will go on.  

I just have one question-where was Geoffrey Fieger or Mike Morris when ya need them?  Hazel might want to file a case!  

Have a safe week, Dolls.  XO

We're Good...

 I'm home..at it feels great.  I love the Keys, but I'm always happy to get back.  (Except this weather!)

I've been busy with all the usual tasks of unpacking, groceries, laundry etc.  And I am beat.  Then I see on the news (I've barely watched TV in 2 months!) that is 'National Clean Your Room Day.'  

Like I need that pressure...  I swapped out all winter duds for my summer clothes and that's as far as I'm going today.  Luckily I do not need to finish the job before I can 'go outside and play.'   Instead, I'm just gonna haul my tired biscuit to bed and hope the weather warms up enough for me to wear flip flops.

See you next week when I've got my 'ish' together!  XO

Float On...

 What do you do when you spot a doggo-in a hat and sunscreen, floating on a raft at the sandbar?  Well, you just back up, set your cup down and swim on over, to snoop things out!

I learned that Angel was rescued from the Bahamas by a loving family who slathers on the sunscreen as well as a custom hat to prevent her pink skin from burning.  She happily rides on her float, soaking up the sun and attention from crazy dog-lovin’ admirers-like me.  I also found out that this little sea dog is my neighbor-bonus!

Leaving for Michigan this week and looking forward to our dog days of summer.  See you next year sweet puppers and don’t forget the SPF!  XO

Little Sister...

 I was five when she was born and I learned that I was about to have a little sister.  This tiny ginger was my real life baby doll.  She was later my comrade and partner in crime. (And there were many!) She’s now all that AND my best friend.

And today is her birthday!

Lisa is my perfect travel buddy and even dragged my to Dubai for the time of my life.  When I’m not with her, she gifts me with thoughtful goodies.  We crack each other up and have the same sense of humor.  Her smile can light up a room.  We enjoy the simple things-pizza, a good cocktail, and even a tramp thru the woods searching for morels.

I could go on and on about her green thumb, cooking skills, etc, but she’s modest and probably already is gonna kill me for this!  She is fiercely loyal and would take a bullet for me-and I wold for her.

So if you get a chance, wish her Happy Birthday!  I love you, Little Sister.  XO

Salt, Sun and Time...

 I love salt.  

Salt air, salt water, salty chips and salt of the rim of my margarita!  All these salty pursuits were in full force at the Sand Bar Sunday Celebration, and I was all about it.

Also I love to think of myself as 'salty'- defined as having a tougher attitude due to personal experience. That's me-all day.  If you can't take life's lessons and move forward, what are you?  Less than a grain of salt?

'Stay Salty', my friends.  XOXO

Reunited...

 🎶 and it feels so good!  I was lonesome for my girl, so much that we hauled our cookies, including Hazel, up to Ft. Myers beach for a little spring break beach action.  Old folks style..... (well, me anyway...)

I personally have moved into the senior spring break scene more like a 'senior (citizen) spring breaker.  Observation from the beachhouse deck was the perfect place to watch the antics of the kids.  No cheap beer for us-we swilled our cocktails and got an eyeful. 

As I have moved into more modest swim bottoms, I noticed that exposed buttocks are still a thing.  Chickies strutted by proudly displaying and sunning their buns.  I love beach volleyball, but spared them all my lousy serve and my inability to jump more than two inches in the sand.  

Yes, there were Adonis-like dudes to ogle, but Kristin and I were far more entertained by the various puppers lazing about.  As we strolled the beach, we petted and baby talked to as many pooches as possible.  Far more entertaining!

We hit the early bird dinner to avoid the crowds-something I used to make fun of.  Now it seems perfectly logical!  Action on the boardwalk/pier was just heating up co-incidentally as we were winding down.  Sun and booze can wear an old chick out!

Been there, done that-bought the tee shirt, bought the hat.

And I'm cool with it!

Thanks to my BFF's, Kristin and Bob (see, I'm still cool!) for letting us in on all the action.  We love you guys!💕

See a Victory...

 As we celebrated Easter Sunday, Keys style, I am reminded of the beauty of renewal, faith, and triumph.

With friends and neighbors we dined on spaghetti and meatballs, shrimp dip and Key Lime pie while never forgetting for a moment how fortunate we are to be here, surrounded by beautiful nature.

Salt air has always been known for it's healing properties and Randy can surely attest to that fact!  Since we have been here, his healing has been amazing.  We hauled down a big oxygen machine as well as 8 portable tanks in anticipation of their use.  But within a few days, his improvement was quickly obvious.  No oxygen-even at night!  No need for the tanks!  Stairs that were a big challenge are now much easier.  He can swim underwater for two laps without any need for breathing recovery.  His skin tone is glowing and he is gaining back some of the muscle he lost.  He is rarely even coughing.

The Easter season gives us all hope that with faith, things (even lungs!) can be renewed.  Look for your own little 'miracles'-they are there!  XOXO

Happy Birthday....

My brother Steve, is more than a brother.  I am lucky enough to also call him 'friend.'  At 18 months younger than me, I am his older and wiser(?) big sister.  He was  a 'Birthday Blogstar' a few years ago so I'm not going to repeat how blessed I am again.  Don't want to give him a big (gray) head-he already sports the biggest Tiger hat that they sell at Comerica Park!

Happy Birthday to the best rum drinkin', barbequin', sport fishin',  joke tellin', Ford sellin' freshwater Conch there is!  Looking forward to more smiles with you, my brother!  XO

The Scotsman...

 Who's your Paddy?!

With a bonnie lassie like Shannon O'Sullivan (Adams), the celebration starts very early.  It was the top 'o the morning when I came down the stairs to find an adorable vignette that included all things related to the day such as four leaf clover plant, a rainbow fruit platter, tattoos, pots of gold, as well as some horribly disconcerting leprechauns.  (Shanny did not know of my mortal fear of the damn things!)

Irish coffee was available as we 'lined our pots' with magically delicious reuben's for brunch.   After kilting it up, we packed the boat with fellow revelers, Steve, Frank and Debbie and proceeded to hit up the sandbar as well as numerous watering holes.  Because my kilt was a wee bit shorter than I wish, Debbie was assigned with 'booty duty' to insure no one got their eyes burned with a flash of my shamrock.  With our favorite arrival song-The Scotsman-blasting, I'm quite sure we were a sight to behold.  We were treated to an authentic bagpipe serenade during lunch at the Lorelei that was amazing.

The party progressed with all of our usual 'shannon-igans' (there may or may not have been Irish Car Bombs) and at our last stop of the night, Donnie proposed this awesome and befitting toast:

"There are good ships and wood ships.

That sail the sea, but the best ships are friendships, 

May they always be!

Till next year my Dolls......XOXO

Little Queen of Spades...

 The magnet on my fridge says, “It’s good to be the queen.”  

Randy calls me the Queen.   Not A Queen,  or Queen Bee or even Queen B—-h, but THE Queen.   When peeps call him and inquire about the Queen, it’s my well being getting the askance.  Glad we got that straight.....

I like to think I am the ruler of our little monarchy, but Randy and I make all royal palace decisions equally.  I did not inherit the position, but Randy treats me as such.  I have appointed Hazel as my little Princess.  

As a long time royal watcher, I have always been intrigued by all the pomp and privilege involved.  Actually, being that the Queen is more a figurehead, Lady Diana was way more watchable and relatable to me.  She was able to wield her power to help others in a very hands-on way.  I loved her humble, gracious demeanor.  I mourned her death as well her loving influence, and aspire to emulate her in any way that I can.

The royals and I share a love of millenry and I collect and wear hats regularly.  Resemblance to her majesty ends there-pretty quickly.   But I will continue to rule my little kingdom with Princess Hazel but my side.  I will decree 'Happy Hour,' dinner locations as well as possible shopping excursions.

I'll just plop on a hat, grab Hazel and enjoy the royal life that I am fortunate and grateful to have.  happier life and for this I am royally grateful.

It's good to be The Queen!

W.O.M.A.N...

 Today is International Women's Day.  Huh?  Am I the first to hear this?  IWD originated in 1909, but has been unknown to me until today.   Much of this day's origins are politically based, and well, you know I won't be going 'there.'  My blog-my opinion!  I choose a much more literal way to ponder it's (true!) meaning.

In a favorite book series, Clan of the Cave Bear, we learn that women were the ones to first discover and teach men how to make a fire.  Clever thing she was with that flint rock-otherwise those dolts probably would still be rubbing two sticks together.  And her hand sewing up those little fur numbers, kept them warm and their man bits covered as well as safe from a campfire burn emergency. Very valuable stuff there.

And speaking of sewing, how about that Betsey Ross whipping up the flag we fly proudly today?   Betsey killed the game with her stars and stripes design but a man named George Washington stole her thunder.  First president, founding father, blah blah blah.  

It goes unsaid that without women to carry the babies, mankind would not have evolved.  Since nine months of pregnancy, labor and delivery are equal to a man suffering from a common cold, this would not be a good thing.  (And why isn't it called 'Womankind?)

And I am in awe of voices like Karen Carpenter, Stevie Nicks, Whitney Houston, and Carly Simon.  These women sing songs that make me smile every day.  And in the seventies, when Helen Reddy had the nerve to write and sing a song about empowered women, I was all in.  I drove my Dad nuts singing those powerful-and at the time, pretty novel lyrics.

So let's agree that one day is hardly enough to recognize the accomplishments of women.  Not to bash men-cuz I love 'em.  But at my house, without me, who would change the toilet paper roll?

I am woman, hear me roar!  XOXO

 

Two Outta Three Ain't Bad...

 The Urban Dictionary, (you know, the place for all 'real' definitions!) officially defines the word 'Banger' as a party involving three things-lots of alcohol, skanky chicks that leaves the house a total mess.

We threw an old skool  'banger' last Saturday night at the beachhouse that checked two of the three boxes.  Cuz we're cool' like that....

Much revelry happened and Sunday morning found the garbage full of stinky crab leg shells and a bar that was covered in dripped butter.  The bag of empty bottles could fund a full tank fill up on Berry Manilow-my truck if you didn't know.  Giant muddy paw prints from my Neph-dog Quito added a design to my sticky floor along with the random spillage and crumbs.  I found a beer can in my laundry room and two guests left their eye glasses!  There was a definite lack of 'skanky chicks' but Cheryl, Trish and I did our best to be cute while sipping our lemon drop martini's.

So  I greeted Sunday morning with a fuzzy head and lots of coffee.  (Lemon drop martinis have absolutely no effect on me... Cough, cough.) I spent the morning cleaning up the wreckage.  It was a great party with lots of food, friends and laughs.  And vodka.

 Now about those 'skanks'... I'm too O.G. (old gangster) for that shizz!

Have a banger of a week and I'll sea ya next week from the beautiful Keys! xoxo

Little Bit...

It's a tragic and sad tale of unrequited love. 

Never before have I poured more effort into caring about something with absolutely no return of feelings. Every single day I beg her for snuggles and she has not once answered my request.  She will lay on my desk when I work and will beg me promptly at 8:00 a.m. and 5:30 p.m. for her food.  Other than that, she will not give me the time of day.  However; she will lay on and sleep with Randy and Uncle Steve and Uncle Mark are her people.  Hazel runs to those guys the moment they walk in the room.  She also loves my Mom.  

But I am her lowly servant and caretaker.  It's me who has litter box duty, vittle purchasing, and furball clean up.  I also keep her long fur brushed and knot free.  And still, she ignores me.  I realize that this is the very behavior that makes people choose dogs as pets, but we inherited her years ago after Dane rescued her little furry, feral butt from a shrub on Hazel street.   Countless Youtube videos assure me that cats CAN be loving-it's just not been my experience-with Hazel anyway.  

I am determined (or just plain stupid!) to win her over and make her love me.   So on national Love Your Pet Day, I did my part but wondered when national Love Your Servant/Caretaker Day is.  If anyone knows, please alert Hazel!

The Lucky Ones...

 While driving to Ossineke, the farther north we progressed, the snowier it was.  As kids, Lisa, Steve and I did all winter sports and were known to play outside in the coldest weather.   We skated, skied, sledded, snowmobiled-all the 'S' things!  But now, I am an avowed wuss and grumble when the temp goes below 72 degrees.  But, taking a moment to notice the trees that looked like they were decorated in snowballs was a beautiful thing.  I simply forgot how gorgeous a wooded area looks dressed in a coat of fresh white snow.  

On Friday night we headed up to Cedar Grove for pizza.  The place was full of old friends (and family!) that I haven't seen in a while.  We received the warmest welcome you can imagine and had a great time catching up.  Living in the city can be quite anonymous when you are used to a small town.  I forgot how good it feels to have history and familiarity with people.

On Saturday we celebrated a belated Thanksgiving-known in our family as 'Ducksgiving' as ducks are our fowl of choice.  (belated because Someone was in the hospital in November!)  Steve and Lisa put on a most tasty dinner, cooked with love.  And I forgot how delicious duck a l'orange is!  

With all of life's struggles, I am reminded not to forget the most important things.  Looking past the 'stuff'' to find the joy in nature, food and old friends.   These are the things sustain me.

In other words, taking time to smell the duck!

P.S.  It seems like thanking people is a huge part of my life right now.  Your smiles, hugs, care and concern make me want to be a better person.  Never underestimate that power !XOXO

Gonna Fly Now...

It was a day of surprises.  Randy decided that it was finally time for him to go to work for a few hours and 'surprise' our fabulous employees with his return.  Our staff has been busting their collective backs keeping the boat afloat while Randy concentrates on his recovery.  But he has been fiending to get back to the office for, say, about 3 months now, so today was the day.  We dusted off our finery, boarded a limo and popped the bubbly.  Upon arriving to 'surprise' everyone, the script was flipped and the joke was on the Boss Man.  (Boss Lady was in on it all along!)

As we rolled up to work, the garage door slowly raised to reveal a red carpet.  Randy and I were treated to the paparazzi star treatment as the camera's flashed and we walked the walk.  The Main Event had the 'kids' lined up holding sings that proclaimed, 'Home of a Fighter.'  The theme from Rocky played as Randy greeted the most fabulous staff known to man.  The 'Fight' theme continued with staff signed boxing gloves and a boxing themed cake.  Champagne was poured and passed around as the Champ Himself delivered a heartfelt and teary toast.  Lunch followed and Randy actually sat at his desk for a few hours.   (I was content to champagne and cake the afternoon away!)

Upon arriving home-before naps-we had to rehash the day as well as our lives.  We are blessed with improving health and the best staff ever that has shown us more support than you can imagine.  You never know what hits you will take in this life as we punch our way through.  Mike Tyson was once quoted as saying, "Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the face."  How true that is but in this case its Covid-19 Zero vs Randy Dale #1!  A unanimous and wonderful decision!

Thank you to all the R.S. Dale employees who made this special day happen and kept the secret.  We love you all.  XOXO