Archive for October, 2013

In more ways than one … I learned this from my mommy …


drive a stick


She taught me to drive a stick shift automobile when I first got my Learners Permit and Driver License at 15/16 years old. 


She also taught me that when someone … ANYONE … tries to break my wings metaphorically and not allow me to fly … that I should pull out my “stick” … and go after them … be it at work … at home … or in politics (pay close attention, BO, BO’s thugs and cronies, and Congress).


Believe me here too … when I was a kid … or even now when she’s 85 years old … she can still drive that “stick” with the best of them and come after me … and anyone that tries to cross her.


… just ask Roy …


breaks our wings


So am I.

I am flexible like that too.

I learned from The Master.



Happy Halloween, all …


… I love you, Mama … put your broom back in the closet now …







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Roy and I have been through a very rough several years emotionally and financially. We have fought together like polecats to get out of that hole. We never ever *EVER* expected a government handout or for anyone to hand us assistance. Things are finally improving and STILL we can’t afford all we should be able to afford. Now don’t get me wrong. We aren’t destitute and we know we have a very good life now, thanks to our hard work and the grace of God. God will reward those who better themselves physically, mentally, emotionally, intellectually, and financially.

Nevertheless … whenever we wonder where the income that we ourselves worked our proverbial ASSES off for went, we remind ourselves of the following:


Tell me again why we’re being extorted for more money by BO, his cronies, his thugs, and Congress?

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Friday Evening


It’s Friday night. It’s time to relax with a glass (or 2) of wine with dinner.


Carry on, all.

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After a long stupid and stressful day (week) at work … & on a beautiful Friday afternoon on my way home from work, I dedicate this to all of my very own MyFitnessPal weight loss buddies … and to my work buddies who were recently discussing this very same thing.



Carry on, all.


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One of my cats gave me this look this morning … the look of “are you CRAZY getting up at oh-dark-thirty on a chilly morning when this bed is so warm and we are all so tired?”


I agree.

Not even coffee can fix this. I know what can and will. It’s called “sleeping till my eyelids are tired of being closed”.

Coffee is what powers my metabolism.

However … today … coffee cannot fix this kind of tired.

If you hear me snoring at work, just wake me up in time to go home.

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Hey, BO, you and you alone have done this to yourself. You look more and more foolish and inept by the hour (which is quite the accomplishment, considering how totally ridiculous you already are).


I can ***HEAR*** my WWII veteran father saying this and I’m proud to be his daughter.

BO, you are the laughing stock of the world.

Carry on. The American Vets have my undying admiration and gratitude.

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Both Roy and I have been asked how we carry on when we’ve been knocked flat as many times as we have in the past. It’s how anyone who is TRULY successful does it. It’s called “strength” … and it’s not physical strength … it’s called “MENTAL FORTITUDE”.

“I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn, and a king. I’ve been up and down and over and out, and I know one thing. Each time I find myself flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race. That’s life. I tell you I can’t deny it. I thought of quittin’, baby, but my heart just ain’t gonna buy it.” Frank Sinatra

Carry on, all …

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Neither Roy nor I are morning people but we both have jobs that require we get up at a quarter to cock-a-doodle-doo. We both survive on large amounts of caffeine. Getting on my commuter bus this morning shortly after 5am … particularly on a Friday morning of what feels like a very long week … here is our opinion …



Carry on, all …

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It’s funny how people think that when you have something good happen in your life, you are “lucky”.  I was told today how “lucky” I am to have found Roy and how “lucky” I am that he understands the pain of my son dying. 

In the past, I’ve been told what a “coincidence” the manner in which Roy and I met was.  I’ve discussed this in prior blogs.  We wouldn’t have naturally met without some sort of force.

I don’t believe in “luck” and I don’t believe in “coincidence” … and neither does Roy.

This is our answer to them.




Luck has nothing to do with it.  It’s called hard work and divine force.

We’ve worked for the relationship and the life we have.

We’ve both had major life struggles.

We’ve also been blessed immeasurably.

I am blessed to have a man like him at my side.






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