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 “She gets hungry for dinner at 8.  She loves the theatre, doesn’t come late.  She’d never bother with anyone she’d hate.  That’s why the lady is a tramp …  will not dish the dirt with the rest of those girls.  That’s why this chick is a tramp.  She loves the free cool wind in her hair, life without care.  She’s broke, but it’s oke.  Doesn’t like California, it’s cold and it’s damp.  That’s why the lady is a tramp.  She gets far too hungry, baby, to wait there for dinner at 8.  She adores the theatre, however doesn’t get there late.  She’d never bother with someone she’d hate.  That is why the lady is a tramp.” 

‘THE LADY IS A TRAMP’; Frank Sinatra

 

 

i'm different

 

 

No one has ever understood me, as I’ve said before.  I come from a long line of people who the sheeple of this world don’t understand.  That’s ok with me.  I’m happy with who I am and I do ok in life (generally at least).  I may get knocked down but I always come back up, swinging.  Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, will ever keep me down for long.

In any event, I have always had family and friends that laugh at me because I’m different and I march to my own beat.  That’s ok.  I also know that I fascinate them all with how I carry on.  That’s ok too.  All I care about is if my husband, my children, and my mother/father love me and care for me.  They do.  They may not always understand me … but they love me for who and what I am.

 

 

“… My friend, I’ll say it clear.  I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.  I’ve lived a life that’s full.  I traveled each and every highway, and more, much more than this, I did it my way!  Regrets?  I’ve had a few but, then again, too few to mention.  I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.  I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway, and more, much more than this, I did it my way.  Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew, when I bit off more than I could chew, but, through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.  I faced it all, and I stood tall and did it my way.  I’ve loved.  I’ve laughed and cried.  I’ve had my fill, my share of losing, and now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.  To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way!  Oh, no!  Oh, no, not me!  I did it my way.  For what is a man?  What has he got, if not himself, then he has naught, to say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels?  The record shows I took the blows and did it my way.  Yes, it was my way.”

‘MY WAY’

 

 

I think I’ve done ok with my life.  I am a Baby Boomer that was raised a suburban kid.  I went through college.  I got a good degree.  I stopped working to raise my children.  Two out of my three wonderful children had disabilities.  One of them has died.  I’ve been through divorce, major medical issues of my own, financial upheaval, remarriage, relocation, unemployment, and job searches.  However, I have ended up with a pretty darn good job (since I must have a job right now, although I’d sooner not work than have to work, but that’s a different topic altogether) on Capitol Mall in Sacramento, 2 blocks from the State Capitol Building, in a very politically charged arena, and am being promoted quickly up that ladder.  Roy and I have a thriving online marketing business and a mobile disc jockey business.  We live in a terrific rural area, well outside of suburbia and city-life, which is definitely our preference.  Roy has a good new job.  After many years of instability financially, we came out as united as ever, swinging and fighting our way out.  We have, as we both always do, landed on all 4’s.  (Yes, that’s a mixed metaphor and I don’t care.)

 

 

“… & everything’s starting to hum. Still it’s a real good bet the best is yet to come.  The best is yet to come, and, babe, won’t that be fine?  You think you’ve seen the sun but you ain’t seen it shine. Wait till the warm up’s under way … and wait till you see that sun shine day.  You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!  The best is yet to come, and, babe, won’t it be fine?  The best is yet to come!”

‘THE BEST IS YET TO COME’

 

 

Today is my birthday and I love having birthdays … because they are by far better than the alternative of not being here to have one.  I am cut from a different cloth than most people and celebrate my uniqueness … and I’m glad to be married to someone who saw that in me and celebrates the fact that his wife is unique and different too.  As Roy has told me, that’s much of what attracted him to me … and part of why he married me … because he knew he was the same and that way we’d understand each other’s quirkiness.  I continue to do it “my way” and plan on doing it “my way” for some time to come.

Now, admittedly, at times Roy (or those that love me) may get frustrated by the fact that I am not normal, but I can’t and won’t change … and they wouldn’t really want me to do so.  At least someone who truly loves you wouldn’t want you to change.

While I’m not by any definition of the word “young” any longer, my spirit is … and my personality is … and I will live to enjoy my life as long as I can.  Using my love of good wines … my life is like vintage wine, all the way from the brim to the dregs!  I’m still living it to the fullest no matter what happens and no matter how old I am.

 

 

“When I was 17, it was a very good year. … When I was 21, it was a very good year. … When I was 35, it was a very good year.  … but now the days are short, I’m in the autumn of the year, and now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs, from the brim to the dregs, it pours sweet and clear. It was (and is) a very good year.”  

‘IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR’

 

 

So …

… with that …

 

 

WHEN I WAS 58, IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR, NO MATTER WHAT ISSUES CAME UP!

 

 

AS I TURN 59 YEARS OLD TODAY, I CAN HONESTLY SAY THIS UPCOMING YEAR WILL MOST DEFINITELY BE A *VERY* GOOD YEAR!!!

 

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

 

 

birthday

 

 

There may be only a few of us “mavericks” around … but Roy (and my daughter) in particular knows this would fit me better than a lot of people who think they know me realize.

 

 

boots and dirt

Roy figured out that this is the way I am …

… and married me anyway …

… and loves me anyway …

… whether I’m in my cowboy boots …

…or …

… on my mountain bike …

… but …

… I do love my boots!!!

 

 

“Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots, and ruined your black tie affair.  The last one to know, the last one to show, I was the last one you thought you’d see there  …   Well, I guess I was wrong.  I just don’t belong, but then, I’ve been there before.  Everything’s all right.  I’ll just say, ‘Good Night!’, and I’ll show myself to the door. Hey, I didn’t mean to cause a big scene  …  Yeah, I’m not big on social graces, think I’ll slip on down to the Oasis, cuz I’ve got friends in low places …”

‘FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES’, Garth Brooks

 

 

While I may have been born into a fairly comfortable life up-front, things haven’t always gone “easy” for me, and I fought my way through.  Besides, as I’ve discussed before … I never fit the mold of “California Girl” or “suburbia” (more like “suburgatory” in my eyes) or “high-class” or “Beverly Hills” or “Hollywood” or however you want to classify any part of me being born in California in the middle of the Baby Boom generation.  I am more in line with people like many of my ancestors  …  7 brothers thrown out of Ireland in the 1600’s and sent to the New World  …  a young German boy who stowed away on a ship in the 1700’s and came to America on his own, never looking back  …  the upper-crust that chose to move to California in the early 1900’s in search of entrepreneurship and a less stifling life  …  a divorced Dust Bowl woman who moved to California with 2 young children  …  Rob Roy  …  or so many more than are listed.

 

 

“I wish they all could be California girls …”

‘CALIFORNIA GIRLS’, The Beach Boys

 

 

I may have been born a suburban Baby Boomer kid raised mostly in California (but not completely … read prior blogs) listening to rock-n-roll music and raised fairly comfortably, but you can’t even classify me by the music I like.  I like Big Band.  I like Classical.  I like Rock.  I like Country.  I like a variety of other things.  I’ll credit my mommy and my daddy for giving me a wide foundation in music.  (I just don’t like rap.)  Don’t try to classify me.  It won’t work.  Probably the closest is this:

 

 

“I am a red, white, and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U.  That’s right – a red, white, and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U.” 

Toby Keith

 

 

No … I’m not politically correct.

… never have been … never will be …

 

 

Pay close attention here …

 

 

I NEVER HAVE BEEN POLITICALLY CORRECT!

I NEVER WILL BE POLITICALLY CORRECT!

 

 

 

… getting ready to go ziplining in Kauai with Roy …

 

 

Hey, Roy, it’s time for me to put on my boots!

Let’s go out to dinner tonight and celebrate my birthday in STYLE!

I’ll try not to get dirty or muddy … but I won’t guarantee anything … ever … 

 

 

 

 

 

Carry on, all!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Roy and I have been through our share of BS in not only our past lives before we knew each other but also in our current lives as we move forward together.  At least we know we each have the other one’s back covered no matter what.  Most people can’t withstand one of the items we’ve been through together or separately.

Roy’s parents were divorced and it wasn’t easy for him growing up.  Roy was a non-conformist in school because of his independent thinking.  Roy had a paternity suit against him (he won).  Roy’s uncle died in a terrible car accident way too young.  Roy had various employers go out of business and lay him off.  Roy had a divorce.  Roy moved to Tennessee … and moved back to Maine when it didn’t work.  Roy moved across country from Maine to California hoping and praying life would get better.  Roy had medical issues.  Roy had an employer fight his unemployment claim (he won).  Roy ran out of unemployment benefits and scrounged for jobs.  Roy started a new business of his own, hoping that would help, but the economy and government over-regulation made that too difficult to get fully off the ground.  Roy got a new out-of-his-comfort-zone job.

Jill moved around the country every 2-3 years as a child, not really having a place she calls “home”.  Jill was the outspoken one in school that marched to her own drummer.  Jill watched her father die from diabetes and heart disease.  Jill’s oldest son has ADHD, Tourette’s Syndrome, and Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.  Jill’s second son had Cystic Fibrosis.  Jill started an at-home business to help make financial ends meet due to the need for her children to have her care when they were young.  Jill watched her nephew struggle with cancer at the age of 17.  Jill watched her son with CF fight to get a lung transplant.  Jill watched that same son with CF get the transplant.  Jill watched that same son with CF die one year post transplant at the age of 17.  Jill had a divorce.  Jill’s daughter grew up in the midst of all of this (and still became an absolutely awesome individual).  Jill had medical issues.  Jill had lay-offs and unemployment.  Jill had government over-regulation and taxation as well as the general economy affect her at-home business.  Jill started a new “out of her comfort zone” job.  Jill then had a major job promotion that required her to move to the State Capitol and out of the home she had lived in when her children were growing up.

Jill & Roy watched her oldest son struggle after he left home with all sorts of emotional issues and demons (which he’s coming out of it now after receiving medical help).  Roy & Jill dealt with a lawsuit that stemmed from an auto accident Roy was in (we won).  Jill & Roy had a hospital file a lawsuit against them from some of Jill’s medical issues (we won).  Roy & Jill went through major financial ups-and-downs.  Jill & Roy picked up and moved to Placerville for Jill’s promotion to the Central Offices in Sacramento.  Roy & Jill have both been called “crazy” or “non-conformist” or some other loving little put-down their entire lives.

That’s not all.  There’s more, but I won’t go into it all now.  My point with all of this is … even after that, we stayed strong enough to ensure we’d come out on top.  We continue to claw our way through it all.  We are not quitters and we do not look for handouts. 

Nevertheless, what makes us both laugh is those people who now call us “lucky” that things are improving or those people who stayed away from us when things were down but are now coming out of the woodwork as things improve.  We’re not lucky.  We worked our proverbial asses off.  We continue to work our proverbial asses off.  We aren’t looking for a government handout.  We’re just looking for a fair shot.

What we have to say to the people who come and go from our lives with our ups & downs, ebb & flow is summed up in the following:

“Yeah, I was always the crazy one.  …

How do you like me now?

How do you like me now,

now that I’m on my way?

Do you still think I’m crazy

standin’ here today?  …

I heard that you made fun of me,

never imagined I’d make it this far.  …

but it’s me, baby, with your wake-up call.

How do you like me now?

How do you like me now,

now that I’m on my way?

Do you still think I’m crazy

standin’ here today?”

Toby Keith

 

Now, it’s ok with us if people think we’re crazy.  As a matter of fact, we both hope they do.  However, we are on our way … and we’re definitely not lucky … and yes, we have made it this far.  We know who our true friends are and who will scurry back into the woodwork when the going gets tough.

As our parents and grandparents taught us in the past though …

WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE TOUGH GET GOING

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“You showed me how I’m supposed to live, and now you showed me how to die. … I’m gonna miss that smile. I’m gonna miss you, my friend. Even though it hurts the way it ended up, I’d do it all again. So play it sweet in heaven, cuz that’s right where you wanna be. I’m not cryin’ cuz I feel so sorry for ya. I’m cryin’ for me. … I’ll see ya on the other side, Super Star.” Toby Keith 

 

 

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You know … I find it very interesting that many people in the past asked me, after having a child with Cystic Fibrosis (see my post of February 28 regarding Keegan), if I would have aborted if I’d known.  I know people that did in similar situations.  I can honestly say the question absolutely appalls me.  I couldn’t abort my own child no matter what.  That’s an innocent child of which we’re speaking.  They asked me if I’d have aborted my 3rd child, born after Keegan, if I had heard a CF diagnosis.

The answer is a resounding “NO”.

I know what a wonderful human being Keegan was.  I know how much he changed not only my life but also the lives of those that came in contact with him.

NO!  No, I would not have aborted.  Period.

With that, however, both Roy and I would never tell someone else whether they can or they cannot have an abortion.  That’s between them, their health professional, and their God and/or their conscience.  We would never take that choice from them.

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Why then do so many of those same people try to tell us that we cannot have a gun to protect ourselves?  Why is it ok, in their limited thinking, to terminate the life of a defenseless, helpless, innocent child, but it is not ok for us to protect ourselves from someone who is intent on hurting us and who is neither helpless nor innocent?  Why are they so intent on taking our choices away from us?

Keegan lived his life striving to be independent, to have his rights, to live free, to go his own way.   He’d have reiterated that line above … “DUDE!!!  WHERE’S MY LIBERTY?”

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