Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy 2015!

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We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day. 

~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

Let's make this one a GREAT one, okay?

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Merry Christmas!

Wishing each and every one of you Peace, Happiness, Love and Good Health!  Have a wonderful holiday!

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

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Friday, November 7, 2014

Meet The Author

Recently, my daughter and I attended a book signing by our favorite author in Orlando.

Kim Harrison has written The Hollows Series.  Thirteen books about witches, demons, vampires, werewolves, elves and pixies or as the friend who introduced me to the series said, “A gay man’s fantasy!”  I got my daughter hooked on them and she wanted more than anything to attend a signing by Ms. Harrison.

Since we decided to go up a day early and spend the night, we had some free time in O-Town.  We hadn’t won the lottery so we didn’t go to any of the theme parks.  We were going to go shop and eat in nearby Winter Park but saw a brochure for The CSI Experience and went there instead.

Much to my delight, in the same building as The CSI Experience was one of The Body exhibits.  Several years ago, there was one of The Body exhibits in Tampa that caused some craziness because it uses actual, real dead, human bodies.  So cool!  
These bodies are sliced, peeled, cut, diced, etc. to allow you to see what’s under the skin.  The preservation method is incredible.  My daughter was horrified to realize that even the body hair was intact.  She was a wee bit freaked by the perfectly preserved pubic hair!
The CSI Experience was fun.  It’s geared more to children-tweens, I think but it was worth the admission price and we spent less than if we had gone shopping!  If you’re heading to Orlando and want something more than The Mouse, give The CSI Experience a look.  Definitely go if The Body exhibit is still there.

Kim Harrison was lovely.  She’s funny, smart and her husband is hysterical.  She seems like a good person – not letting fame get to her.  My daughter was thrilled being able to take pictures with her and I was able to help out another fan by emailing her the pictures I took of the group shots.  Ms. Harrison is having a new series published very soon.  It won’t have any paranormal elements but sounds like it’s going to be interesting.  I like her writing style and will most definitely be pre-ordering!
Overall, my daughter and I had a great “girl’s weekend” even with the trauma of preserved pubes!

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Friday, October 31, 2014

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Sunday, August 31, 2014

Labor Day

Most of us don't like going to work every day. I don't. I really do not like working.

In honor of Labor Day, here's a tragedy that makes going to an office five days a week, 8 hours a day, almost like going to a party.

What makes the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory fire more tragic is that while most American factories have improved their conditions, the majority of overseas factories haven't. 

Caveat emptor.

Not sure what prompted this depressing post but it might have something to do with having to go back to work on Tuesday!


Thursday, August 21, 2014

When dreams become nightmares.

 As usual, I'm right on top of current events. But in this case I'm cutting myself some slack. Robin Williams suicide hit me like a tsunami.  I was overwhelmed.  He was and will remain one of my favorite actors and human beings.

Y'all know that I suffer from depression. I take medication but those that sit on the edge of The Abyss everyday also know that there are events, etc. that will send you tumbling down - medicated or not.  That one of the most brilliant, talented, generous spirits could end his life, pushed me right over the edge, into the void for days.  Even now, I feel deep, deep sadness. I feel it for his family, friends and millions of fans like me that couldn't understand, "Why?"

I read this quote posted on a friend's Facebook page ~

“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”

                                                                                                                            ― David Foster Wallace

It's helped me comprehend what Robin Williams may have felt.  It makes me sadder to know that those flames were moving ever closer to him and that he believed no one could or would keep them at bay.  It also makes me feel better knowing that I don't even have anything smoldering.

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Sunday, June 15, 2014

Once more, with feeling!

Me and Mulder got remarried on June 13th.

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Monday, May 19, 2014

I feel older than dirt!

Mick Jagger is a great-grandfather.

Mick. Jagger. Is. A. Great-Grandfather.

Just mull that over for a bit.

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Friday, May 16, 2014

To Sleep, perchance ....

Hi! How y’all doing?  Yeah, it’s been awhile.   
I’ve  just found out I have severe sleep apnea!  No wonder I’m exhausted all the time!  I had a sleep study done either in 2009 or 2010 but the doctor that ordered it never followed up so I figured I was good to go.  Mulder has told me I breathe weird when I’m sleeping and that I snore like Godzilla.  Others that have slept with me have mentioned the breathing thing but my friends are too polite to tell me I snore.  Anyway, the new doctor I’ve been seeing mentioned a sleep study. When I told him I had one, he got the results – I wake up an average of 11 times an hour and during the 7 hour study, I moved or changed position 85 times! This is probably why I don’t dream.  I’m now going for the second part of the study, to get the CPAP machine.  I’m told that I’ll be a “new person” once I actually get some sleep.
I haven’t decided who I want to be yet.  I was thinking Angelina Jolie.  She’s rich, skinny, has great lips and is married to Brad Pitt.  Brilliant! But then again, she has all those kids.  Then I thought, I could be Brad Pitt – handsome, rich, ripped (most of the time) and it’d be interesting to have a penis.  I’d still be stuck with all those kids though.  Kim Kardashian passed through my thoughts for about a NY minute.  She’s rich, sorta pretty, doesn’t really have to do anything to stay rich. The drawbacks with her are her ass (it needs it’s own zip code) and Kanye West.  I don’t want to be a new person going to jail for murdering her husband.
Right now I’m leaning towards being Ellen Degeneres.  She’s rich (sensing a theme here?), funny, generous, kind and in my opinion very attractive.  The problem being Ellen is being married to Portia DeRossi.  Mulder might like that though.  Also, I’m not sure I’d like to live in California.  That problem could be easily remedied, I think.
So there you have it.  I’ll let y’all know who I decide to be and how the deal with a CPAP goes.  I’m sure it’s a stunning look when one is going to bed. 
Maybe I could be Sophia Vergara .....

In other news, I’ve decided I’m not going to make jewelry any longer so I’ve been making stuff like crazy because I want to use the things I’ve purchased and then get them listed.  I’m going to stick to sewing and some other type of crafting.  If you don’t sell things on Etsy and/or eBay, lemme tell you it’s a full-time job just taking pictures, editing pictures, writing copy, weighing the item, and then actually listing them.  I’ve got boxes of finished things waiting to have their pictures taken all over the place!  

I think I’ll do some giveaways here.  Is that a good idea?  Anybody want something that I’ve crafted?

My grandson has taken his first steps.  He looks like a drunken sailor on shore leave.  The boy also has a temper but is so damn cute I can’t stand it sometimes.
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Monday, March 31, 2014

March, trees, lions - Oh! MY!

Forget the lion, for me March was the tree and I was the antelope!

While most of what went on this month didn’t happen to me, it definitely affected me.  Being in a zombielike state, you’d think that I could just cruise along without so much as a by your leave but for some reason, anxiety just never goes dormant.  (Oh! Speaking of zombies! Are you watching The Walking Dead?  “ … Just look at the flowers, Lizzie.” OMFG! And Daryl and Beth?)

 Before I get distracted again, lemme just break this down for you.  Somewhere around the last week of February, my niece called me to say that she and her brothers were buying me a plane ticket to go to New York for my sister’s 80th birthday party.  I’d be leaving on March 26 and coming home March 31.  “YAY! A vacation,” you’re thinking.  You’d be partially correct – time with my sister &; brother-in-law, staying in their house, can be thought of as a vacation … in a psych ward. But what the hell, it was free and I was going to get to Manhattan. Plus my sister is going to be 80 and I might not have another chance to visit. 

 My grandson’s first birthday party was planned for March 8.  We wanted it that weekend because of my niece’s birthday and ex-mother-in-law’s birthday would be celebrated the following weekend.  As you can tell, I like a plan.  Now comes the first stress inducing, heart-breaking monkey-wrench. My son’s girlfriend gets a call from her stepfather on March 2; her mother is in the hospital.  She is not doing well.  Her mother has been battling breast cancer for 15 years.  She’s been in remission on and off but has been very sick for the last year or two.  She has now come to the end of her fight.  

My son and his girlfriend are off within the hour to go to Georgia (a six-hour drive).  Mulder and I are babysitting.  (Seriously, how to older mother’s do it?)  They come back very early Monday morning. Tuesday afternoon, her mother passes away.  They decide to miss the wake but will go up Thursday for the funeral.  I get to be a stay-at-home grandmother for the day!  I enjoyed the time with my grandson ‘cause he’s the cutest, sweetest baby in the world but I was utterly exhausted by the time Mulder came home.  I also had to notify the party attendees that the party was postponed until March 22. 

 Being zombified, I’m not the best person to comfort anyone, let alone an already a girl/woman that has had a difficult mother/daughter relationship when her mother dies.  I did my best.  In hindsight, having the party three days before my scheduled trip wasn’t my most brilliant idea, though. 

 Next was Mulder getting a job in the company he’d been contracting for the past six years.  Now while this is AWESOME news, he was and still is stressing out over the background check and because our luck is usually bad, somehow Murphy is going to step in and fuck things up.  There was a minor mix-up with a drug test but that was taken care of.  Still – STRESS!!! Because we aren’t normal. Oh! Yeah, we have to buy a car.  THAT should be lots ‘o fun and totally stress free, right? 

On March 15, I spoke to my sister.  She tells me my brother-in-law is very sick and they are putting him in the hospital on Tuesday.  “Should I still come up?,” I ask. “Yes,” she said because they have paid for tickets to a show at Radio City Music Hall.  Okay, no worries.  On the 19th, I call my niece for an update.  My BIL has congestive heart failure (he’s had this for awhile), has been retaining water, is really very sick and they can’t get in touch with his cardiologist.  However, my trip is still on as is the big birthday bash.  

Saturday, the 22nd,(day of my grandson’s birthday party) my sister calls me at 8 am to tell me that by BIL is still very sick, no end to the hospital stay in sight, he has hospital induced dementia and the show at Radio City has been cancelled, so let’s postpone your trip.  No NYC for me. 

 I am, to be honest, somewhat relieved.  My sister is difficult on a good day but throw in the added possibility that her husband of 60-plus years might die at any moment and you have one bat-shit crazy old lady.  As of this writing, her birthday party is still on but could be cancelled any second.  My sister and BIL have had an unusual (putting it politely) marriage.  He’s an alcoholic, has been abusive, he never really was playing with a full deck but was a wiz at the stock market.  They have managed to cheap themselves into being richer than Croesus but don’t enjoy what they have – now it’s probably too late.  I always thought that they’d both live forever because neither one wanted to leave the other alone with all the money!

 Here’s some hospital humor from my goofy as a box of rocks brother-in-law – 

  • The Pope is coming  to the hospital gym. 
  •  I played golf in Ireland.  (He used to be a fantastic golfer. Should have gone pro.) 
  • The pubs here are excellent.
  •  I’ve had sex with all these nurses and barmaids. 
  •  I met the Pope last night. 
  • When are they bringing me my beer?

The baby's party went very well, which made me feel better about this whole month.  I'm definitely hoping April will be tranquil even though there are no lambs in sight, yet!

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Time to go Medieval!

Tomorrow we're off to the Florida Renaissance Festival.  This will be the baby's first major trip.  We figure it's never too early to get your geek on!  


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Friday, February 7, 2014

Kids! What's the matter with kids these days!

 My son informed Mulder and me that we ruined his life because we were too good, too generous and didn't show him how cruel real life is.  

For anyone out there that is feeling sad because you don't have children, I want to punch you in the throat. From Millan.Net

Sunday, February 2, 2014


Friday, January 17, 2014

Go see ....

What music moves me!  The beautiful Britnie at  IT'S ON RANDOM asked me to guest post!

While you're over there, check out her blog - she's FABULOUS! From Millan.Net