A solemn holiday

Upcoming surgery for Sissy Belle this week.

In anticipation, it was Sunday brunch at a newly opened restaurant.

Michael, the waiter, was fabulous.

We enjoyed our meal and drinks, and had to stay for a few blasts after dinner.

A delightful day, warm, sunny and summer like.

The rain held off until I got home.

All in all, the weekend has been spectacular.

Memorial Day tomorrow: A parade to honor those who gave their lives for our freedom.

A time to remember, to reflect and to cherish the soldiers who sacrificed everything for the love of our country.

May they all rest in peace.



Communication is the key to settling differences.

What diffuses anger?

A very tricky situation today.

He said, she said.

Did it really matter who was right or who was wrong?

Tempers flared.

2 points of view.

The reaction?

A typical one: Get mad and leave.

Hey, wait.

Let’s discuss.

No, I am right.

I am leaving.

I am never coming in here again.

Finally, a willingness to listen, to look at the situation from both sides.

Is this situation really all that important?

Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.

Is it worth creating a scene?

Storming out?

Let’s hear what both of you have to say.

A sense of calmness prevailed, as the incident was replayed from both sides.

Remember to choose your battles carefully.

Some just aren’t worth it.


Just because


Supposedly the best day of the week.

Well, ok, for those who still work, Monday through Friday.

For me?

I love Fridays, along with Sundays, Mondays, etc. etc. etc.


Because… just because.

I wake up in the morning, to see if I am still alive and breathing.

If yes?


It is time to celebrate.

Don’t ask what the celebration is…. It is simply my life.

50 plus years, working and what do I have to show for it?

A great attitude.

A handful of friends.

A love/hate relationship with a cat.

A penchant for adventure, along with a sense of humor.

A lifetime of memories.

And most of all?

Living in the moment.

For every day that I am still here, on this planet, I hope we will meet again, to share another day of our short time on this earth.

That, my friends, is all there is.


My first born

When I had my first baby, I named her Laura.

She was so small that she had to stay in the hospital for a few days before I could take her home.

What kind of a car seat should I get for her to take her home?

After all, she was tinier than a newly born bird.

My friends told me: Don’t get one yet. Wait til she grows a little.

I wondered what I should feed her.

Breast feed?

No, I was too old for that.

Come to think of it, I was too old to have a baby.

I called my husband to let him know we now had a daughter.

He told me I was delusional or drunk, and to call him back when I sobered up.

Then I remembered my husband was no longer alive.

Who the hell was that on the phone?

I drove to the hospital to get her.

She wasn’t there.

Someone said she was at college, in Pittsburgh.

Why Pittsburgh?

No one knew, nor did they want to comment.

It was then that I woke up this morning.

I looked around for Laura.


No husband, no baby.

Just me and the cat.

What the hell?

My advice?

Don’t take too much cold medicine at bed time.

You could wake up looking for babies and dead husbands.


Taking the cure

To be or not to be.

Expanding on that thought; To behave or not to behave.

A spring chicken with a spring cold, all stuffed up, coughing and sneezing decided to ignore the cold, and to take the cure.

Started out with a lovely meal: Catfish, veggies and mac and cheese.

Feeling no better.

Not to be deterred, stopped for a hot toddy.

Did I say “a” hot toddy?

I lied.

Several toddies later, among at least a zillion raucous, crazy friends, I took a health check on my cold.

Is it gone?

Nope, still there.

Feeling lousy?

Who cares?

It’s been said that laughter is the best medicine.

I would like to change that: A mixed drink of booze sprinkled heavily with laughter may not cure a cold, but it is sure makes life fun.


It was that $#@#% jelly doughnut

Even with a cold, I had to have a jelly doughnut and coffee while I waited for my car to get serviced.

Then the coughing began.

It was so bad, I went outside, to be alone, with my cough, to read a book.

Cough drop?

Didn’t help.

Wouldn’t you know it: The service guys, sales people, and other customers just had to stop to talk to me.

Not sure why, but they were all in a very friendly, happy mood.

By then, my coughing was reduced to a dull roar, but the more I talked, the worse it got.

As soon as the car was ready, I stopped at the pharmacy for my favorite over the counter meds and the coughing was finally under control.

What a relief!

I had to celebrate.

Cheesy garlic bread, to keep the vampires away, a salad, to pretend to be eating healthy, and 2 hot toddies, please…… just because.

When the boys started strolling in after work, it was time for me to pack it up and go home.

Yeah, so I felt lousy today.

Life can be that way.

My advice?

Suck it up, have some fun, and indulge in honey jack with tea and honey, when things get rough.


In the air

I can hardly contain myself.

I could feel it “coming in the air” since Friday.

First the wild and crazy sneezing, followed by the expected sore throat, and now?

Coughing like a wild banshee.

Of course the cursed coughing had to show up during a non stop thunder storm last night.

Either way, it was not a night for sleeping.

Up early, to take the buggy in for a vehicle check up.

Packing my “lunch” Day quil, cough drops, a book, and coffee.

I should wear a paper bag on my head to protect the patrons from my diseased state.

Cheers to everyone on this steamy, stormy and sickly Monday!!


Dawn to Dusk

From the top of the morning, to the late afternoon, it was quite a Saturday.

It started with sneezing and sinus pressure. Normally sinus meds make me wild and hyper. My new supply, however, slows me down to a snail’s pace, so I knew, it was time to drink coffee, until I was no longer nodding off.

Breakfast Club at 830am.

A fun, lively time, catching up on all the latest news. Congrats to Diane who had her last cancer treatment this week. She looks great! Susie is doing exceptionally well, since the loss of her husband, and little Chicken Butt always warms my heart.

From there it was time to head out to welcome Buster who is working in NJ for a few months. It has been 8 months since we last had a few drinks with him at our local watering hole. We missed him and his wild sense of humor.

From there, Sam led the way to her gorgeous home, to entertain the fabulous four: Bryan, Sissy, Buster and I, at one of the most beautiful bars I have ever seen. Sam and Sue have been meticulous in the planning and decorating of their home. It is stunning.

From there, Sissy needed to order a pizza for her husband, so we headed back for a late afternoon nightcap, with Buster. Of course we ran into more friends, who were just as silly as we were.

A spectacular day, all in all, reminding me of Maddy’s guinea pig’s names:
A “sprinkles and sparkles” kind of day.


Wings, sauce and Dana

A Friday to take it easy.

Noon: A luncheon date.

Here she comes again: She’s dancing neath the starry skies.

Not really, but she emerged from a massage, feeling mighty relaxed and hungry as a bear.

As luck would have it, I was the winner of the soon to be announced new menu item at one of my favorite sports bar: A wing sauce flight.

Loved it.

Shared it with the starry sky princess, who dipped her chicken tenders into
4 of the most delectable sauces this side of heaven.

Top that off with a few brewskies, and we chatted and laughed our way to nirvana.

All good things must come to an end: We departed shortly after 3pm, feeling relaxed, happy and slightly tipsy.

A Friday to remember.

A Friday to take it easy.

A Friday of self indulgement, even if it was for an hour or two.

We all need to do that once in awhile.

Kick back, give yourself a break, and just let it all hang out.



The slow lane

Experiencing life in the slow lane these days.

Yes, the chicken butt has bad legs.

Chicken legs, with hosed up knees.

Sure does put a damper on pole dancing, among other things.

Not to dwell on a sore subject, I find that if I stay immobilized, comatose and tipsy, it is bearable.

My doctor?

Cool as a cucumber, detached and skinny as a wet hen.

Nice guy, but conservative.

No medical weed for this old bird.

If you happen to see a wobbling pollet in your neighborhood, please take her out back and shoot her.