Facing one’s fears, with a warm heiney.

As one gets older, there are some things that are really quite frightening.

Like rain and glare and darkness, when driving.

Hey, I have driven this road hundreds of time…. it should be a piece of cake.

It isn’t.

I truly believe that old people should not be driving around in November, December or January.

At least not after dark, or after a couple of cocktails, or when the deer start their runting.

I wonder:  Are more deer killed with cars or with guns during hunting season?

It’s a crap shoot, for me.

Even with a new car, and heated seats, I can barely see what the hell is going on as I drive home each night, even though my hind end is warm and cozy.

November starts this bleak era, and gradually  the darkest days of the year occur in December, excluding the holiday lights, of course.

I am looking forward to those cars that drive themselves around, as long as they continue to find my usual pit stops.

Tonight, I weathered the rain and glare, to join Jimmy, on his birthday.

It was a fun party, with all the regulars wishing him the very best.

Cheers Jimmy!

You are one of my favorite people!





Washington State or New Jersey? You decide.

Flashback to November 6, 1980, Des Moines, IA.

On a business trip from Omaha, to meet with the staff from Iowa.

Stopped for dinner and drinks at a local hotel, with Jan, one of my coworkers.

A young Asian man sat next to me at the bar, drinking Jack Daniels.

I?  Scotch and soda.

We engaged in conversation throughout the evening.

He?  From Chicago.  Not married.

Me? Omaha, Married.

A very strong connection between us.

He went his way, and I went mine.

The next month, he called me.  I must have given him my work number.

He lied.

He was married, with 5 kids.

He said he was from Hawaii, and he said: “I know you are from Minnesota.  I can tell from your accent.”

For the next 4 years, we continued our relationship, from afar.

When my husband died, he was there, to comfort me.

We took trips together, just to enjoy one another’s company.

San Diego, Portland, Denver, Minneapolis, St Louis, Chicago.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, until I decided it was time to somehow give it up or go for it.

I moved to New Jersey.  He? To Washington State.  He was separating

from his wife.

Talk about breaking my heart, but in a way, I was relieved.

I made new friends in Jersey and found a place in the country to live.

I heard from my friend, who, after all, was not Hawaiian, but from the Philippines.

He was out seeking his fortune in the Northwest.

Me?  In the Northeast.

Today, 37 years later, I remember that night, in Iowa.

And the 4 years following that night.

Sometimes, we need a relationship to boost our ego, to provide support, to feel good, and to be accepted, even though it would never be a permanent one.

Today? I remember him fondly, but I am so very happy that he took his path to the NW and I, to the NE.

I would never have become who I am today, nor would he.

No, I don’t know what became of him, but it’s ok.

Cheers to those people who have made a difference in our lives.

And who were there when we needed them the most.




More nonsensical advice

Daylight savings time.  Would I rather have light in the morning?  or the evening?

Just how is this really saving time?

Last I heard, we still have 24 hours a day.

The dark days of November and December are tolerated, only because of the annual holidays.

It becomes increasingly more difficult to get up the morning, cheerfully, or even non cheerfully, to head out to work.

My weekend exploded in a whirlwind of activities.

And not one of them was productive.

Tonight, it is getting dark at 4pm.

I think I will use this time, to catch up on much needed beauty rest.

The eagles are winning, and the cat is fed, and I am dragging my chicken butt, after all the partying.

Have a wonderful week!

In the famous words of Mickey Rooney:

“Always get married in the morning. That way, if it doesn’t work out, you haven’t wasted a whole day.”



Want to talk about today? Ahhhhhh…..can we just move on?

I really don’t want to talk about today.

Living through it was enough the first time.

Now that I am home, 12 hours later, from the start of this wickedly wild day, I prefer to think about life after work.

Sissie Belle lost her bank card.

What the hell?

I think  George Max ate it.

MCat has a new admirer, who is gonna meet her this weekend, to cheer on the Ravens.

Anna Banana is waiting for her niece and twin babies to visit on Saturday.

I have to get organized early, clean out the car and stay goodbye to Blue and hello to Red.

I will miss a golden opportunity to travel to the Long Trout Winery on Saturday.

Hey Tom, Anne, Jackie and Patti: Have a great time.. And enjoy the fabulous hippy memories.

There is a full moon tonight:  A big one.

What a fabulous sight.

It is one year, tomorrow, since Jimmy’s wake.  Awwww.  Jimmy.  I miss you, you goof.

And so, on this night, November 3rd, 2017, I survived…. to live another day.

Hope you make it a great Saturday and Sunday.

Live in the moment, and enjoy!

To live, love, and laugh is what I believe this life is all about.



Drum roll: Another rant on craziness

What is it that makes you crazy?

For me?

My top 10.  >….. not in any sequence or order.

  1.  Fruit flies. Get the heck out of my wine glass!
  2. Sucking up.  I get it.  People in power or authority? Yeah, Ok.  For me?  That sucks.
  3. Phonies.  What’s with the games?  Who really believes you are sincere?
  4. Drivers with road rage.  Hey !  Lighten up.   Are you serious?  Could it be you have some issues?
  5. The princess/prince syndrome:   Oh yeah, right.  Everything you say is so cute, so relevant, and so self serving.
  6. Placing blame.  What? Me?  Are you kidding? I would never do that. It was that crazy chicken butt…..She is, well, she is quite mentally challenged.
  7. Dead animals on the side of the road.  I can’t stand it.
  8. Cheaters…. all’s fair in love or war.  Not really.
  9. Accusations: He did it. She did it. He said . She said.  Who cares?  Cut the damn blaming.
  10. Our vets: Home, homeless, broke and no benefits. What the hell?

May I add one more?

Those who are struggling to live, after the hurricanes:   No, they are not Ok. Come on. Would you be ok, if you had no power, no water, no food, for all these weeks?


Until tomorrow,

Wolf, signing off…..

It’s ok. I am crazy. And don’t you forget it.

No one can understand a day like I had.


It was the wildest, craziest, most ridiculous  day of the week, or the month, so far.

Non stop.

Do this. Do that. Where is it? Why not? Can you? Will you? Change this. What can you do to make this right? Are you serious?  7 weeks and you still don’t have an answer?

And then, after multiple calls to UPS to redirect orders, I hear this:  “Is that you Carol?”


Even the UPS CSRs know me.


And we laugh and carry on, like good friends.


Of course.

I will be calling soon.  Like in another 4 minutes.

I hear those around me say:  “Hey You!  What’s wrong?  You are so quiet?”

I cannot even begin to explain the craziness of my day.

And when I finally slink out of the office, at 5pm, I turn on the radio, and hear:  Rocky Mountain High, Colorado.

Good old John Denver.

I met him…. and Annie.  His once upon a time, they were partners,  in Northfield, Minnesota.

I turn up the volume, continue on to the nearest gin mill, and sing, “rocky mountain high, Colorado.”

Ok, so a few hours later, I am home.

What a blast.

Yes, many popped their weasels tonight.

Just silly ass stuff.

Can anyone please tell me what I have to do to grow up?

If you do, however, “I kill you!”

Keep popping, all you weasels.



An evening with the crowd.

Is there anyone you know, who, regardless of the circumstances of the day, stops at the local watering hole, to meet up with friends?

And to spend an hour or two with them?

Just chatting and sharing stories, and having a few drinks?

It could be a blizzard, a tornado, a monsoon, a heat wave, or a foggy, gloomy day.

The worse the weather, the better the conversation.

Driving home  becomes a non issue.

The longer one lingers, the better the ride.

Working for a living is one thing.

But living for the moment, after working, well…..

It becomes a ritual that feels good.

It is really a special feeling to be a part of a crowd that allows you to be who you are.

And to act like an idiot, wear a horse costume, or just hang out with the fruit flies.

Another great ending to a very stressful day.

Can’t wait to do it again.


Never trust a salted potato head

Oh no!

I have to get up tomorrow and wear that ridiculous horse outfit.

It’s not even a cute costume.

It is more like the horse’s ass costume.

Very goofy.

Thank goodness for Barb.

She took me down to the dealership tonight, to pick up my car.

The guys wanted me to wait until tomorrow, but I just couldn’t see my ass….. oops, my horse going into the barn…. oops, the service station, to save a horse… ride a cowboy.

I think tomorrow, I may enter the nearest bar, at the end of the work day, ordering:

“Whiskey for my men, and beer for my horses.”

However, I did order a red one today.

Yes, a new car.

An escape.

I love red ones.

Reminds of the song:

A bottle of reds, a bottle of whites.

Or this one:

If you like pina coladas, let’s escape.

Get it?


Time for me to settle down for the evening.

Goodnight Mr Potato Head.

Goodnight Mickey Mouse and all your friends.  *Chris and Christine

Goodnight, Uncle Jimmy.

One last thought for the night:  Where do you get those NY salted potatoes?



Just horsing around

A bloody Mary?

At 930am?

Watching football from England?

In a horse costume?

On a Sunday?

I forgot to mention: A gloomy, rainy Sunday.

But that did not stop the Vikings nor the Eagles fans.

It was a day of celebration, nonsense and laughter.

We all need that, once in awhile.

“Pack up your troubles and just get happy
Ya better chase all your cares away”

And what better way to end the day then to watch Jeff Dunham and his crazy characters?

I kill you.





Free bird, free falling….

If you had a life of being a wife, or a girl friend, without a break, for the past 50 years….

And you are suddenly single:

Would you?

  1.  Get involved in another relationship.
  2. Feel something is missing and mope around all day
  3. Go on a dating website and see what there is out there.
  4. Pole dance.
  5. Decide to enter a convent.
  6. Quit working and become a bar fly.
  7. Enjoy being free, and never having  to answer to anyone.
  8. Discover yourself.
  9. Get rid of all the stuff you have accumulated over the years.  Less is more.
  10. Donate your time, money, effort to the things that matter.

For me?

I am pondering the choices.

And when I finally decide, I will invite all of you to toast to the future and to our passions.


The possibilities are endless.