When neighbors are the best.. there' nothing better.

 As Johnny would say... "I'M HOME".. or at least in my home in the desert.  We arrived early yesterday and had a tons to do... like always.  Spectrum gave me a run for my money, but I beat them.. almost.  At least I didn't give up.

But I digress. When we left our Brea home yesterday, we knew that we had an unwanted visitor in the house.  A little guy (who turned out to be big) and he was NOT INVITED.   So, Miguel (what I call him aka Michael, aka Mikey, aka honey), set some traps for our uninvited friend.  I was praying we were wrong and there was actually NO one visiting.. well, there was someone visiting.  This morning one of Michael's friends went to the house to retrieve something for Michael.  While he was there, he noticed that our intruder had been stopped DEAD in his tracks (or should I say trap).  He told us, but he could not do anything with the distasteful intruder at that time.  Knowing, that I could NEVER leave that intruder sitting on my counter for a MONTH...I called my neighbor (who will be called Todd... I won't tell you if that's his true name or not). Todd, right away went over to our house, went to the kitchen, took the intruder and placed him in a death bag, and proceeded to clean my counter so there would be no remnants of this unwelcomed creature.  (He was unwelcomed because he never even bothered to pay rent).  

This my friend is what you call a true neighbor.  Stepping up in my hour of need.  So, if you ever are as lucky as we are, to have a true neighbor... count your blessings because they come few and far between.

Thank you Todd (if that's your real name), for keeping my house sanitized.  

BTW.. Happy Mother's Day to all and I am now off to the pool.👍

Is life really this difficult?

 Another day.... another hoping to not feel sick and make sure I stay as healthy as possible.  If you are asking me why I'm writing that, it's because, I've been a sickiepoo.

It started last December when I struggled with a bout of diverticulitis and went on antibiotics.  Within about 4 days the pain went away, and I realized that I had to change the way I eat, if I didn't want this to come back.  Well, I started to watch what I eat, and what I do, and unfortunately in February the diverticulitis came back.  This time I had to be admitted to the hospital.  It took IV antibiotics this time to get me better.  Problem with that, I was allergic to the antibiotics.  So, when I finished taking them I developed a terrible rash that lasted almost 3 weeks.

Knowing I hadn't done anything (eating wise) to bring this on, I went more gun ho on what I ate.  I became very stringent and very cautious.  I actually bought a home in the desert during this time, and started enjoying it with my hubby and my girls, until fate struck again and another flare up happened in the desert.  This time, I didn't have to go to the hospital, but I was placed on antibiotics that have simply destroyed my stomach lining.  I am now off of them, and hoping that this feeling of fatigue and nausea goes away.  

Why am I telling you all this.... I guess it's to ask myself why, when we do everything we are supposed to do in life, things just go wrong.  Is life really this difficult?

I'm going to pray it's not.  I'm going to work on keeping myself better.  But sometimes the stress and the inability to control what goes on around us is just too much to handle.

So, I leave for the desert again tomorrow.  Wish me well.  Pray that this was the final and last time I will experience this...or atleast, that I'm home and not in the desert.

It's Been a While

WOW....time has passed.  Where do I begin?  Why don't we start at the beginning.  The year 2017 was extremely difficult for me for so many reasons.  My mother's condition continued to deteriorate,  until I was forced to do what I swore I never would do, which was move her to assisted living.  I had promised my Dad, on his death bed,  that I would keep her home and care for her here; but it just got to be extremely too much.  It started in June when she tore her rotator cuff and needed around the care help.  I just couldn't provide that care at home, so I placed her in a facility two miles down the road from me.  It was a beautiful place, and were she in her right state of mind, she would have enjoyed it.  She didn't enjoy it.  She hated it all the time and simply wanted to go home.  I visited her every single day, without exception, and would stay there at least 2 hours visiting.  I would bring her her beloved Cookie (who was now living with me and who was 15 years old) every day to see him.  She just couldn't adjusted and started to get agitated much easier and had more physical problems.

By the first week of January, 2018, she developed a breathing problem, and when admitted to the hospital was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure.  While in the hospital she developed pneumonia.  She went into the hospital on January 12 and God took her home on January 18.  That's when I had to start to pick up the pieces.  Life without her would never be the same for me.  She was my tormentor, but she was my best friend, my hero, the 1/2 of the love of my life..(my father being the other 1/2) and I didn't know how to proceed without her.  But I did.

In March 2018, I realized I had much to do and packed up 48 years of memories in her and my father's house and hosted an estate sale.  My memories were going to other people and it was heart wrenching.  By July of 2018, I finally had settled my parents estate and realized it was my turn to start living and with the death of Cookie in October 2018, my last physical connection to them was gone.

Mike and I (yes we are still married and will celebrate our 20th anniversary this year) enjoyed 2019.  We traveled somewhat and we lived like a real married couple with out the obligations I always carried.  

In 2020, as we all know, the world came to a crashing halt.  COVID changed the way things were done.  Not believing in masks, I kept my self pretty much isolated at home from March until June,  when I signed up to run the RECALL NEWSOM in the City of Brea.  It was a success.

Now here we are...its 2021 and things are different again.  I finally had the emotional strength to sell my parents home (where I grew up and spent so many wonderful years), and with a portion of the funds I purchased a home in Palm Desert.  My parents loved the desert, as do I, and I felt it was an appropriate thing to do.  Mike loves it there (I dare say) more than here in our Brea home.  It's a new life.  One that I am taking one day at a time.

I would like to write here more often.  I think it brings me peace.  I will try.

Toodles,

Jeannette

More than you can handle......

Strength comes in many forms.  Sometimes it's sheer physical prowess, sometimes it's faith, sometimes its just being there.  But when you have no strength left and you feel you are falling is when you need someone to bring you up.  For most people that comes in the form of a loved one, or an inspirational friend... but for many it comes in the form of a religious deity.   Lately I have many friends and love ones who are trying to give me strength, but I am afraid I have come to the realization that my spiritual faith for strength just doesn't exist any more.  If it did, I wouldn't be living the life I am currently living.   So, I have given up praying, meditating or simply asking for help from that spiritual deity because it just doesn't seem to help.

It makes me sad... but it's reality... and that's what I am living right now........

Time to say goodbye....

Tomorrow Michael and I are leaving for Washington DC.  On Wednesday his mother will finally be buried next to her husband (Michael's dad) at Arlington National Cemetery.  They always say that a funeral is the place to say goodbye.  A place to start to get some closure.  For us it's the final step of a long journey.

You see, Michael's mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's around 10 years ago.  She started out ok, but as time progressed the disease did it's ugly thing and took the Mary we knew and loved and demolished her.  So for us, we started to say good bye the day she was diagnosed.  

We knew that there would come a day that she would not be here in the truest sense of the word and that it would just take a while for her body to catch up with her mind.  That day finally came about 2 months ago.

When Michael was told his mother passed away he wasn't sad. He was happy that her torment had finally ended; but I knew that deep down he would still grieve for his mom.  He did it tonight when he cried about the loss of his mother.  

He realized that it was "Time to say goodbye...."

I remember when....but now I forget

When Michael and I first got together one of the hardest things for me was to introduce him to my parents.  It wasn't that I was embarrassed of him or vice versa but I just so desperately wanted to make sure that they got along. Well, luckily they hit it off; especially Michael and my father.  They shared a special relationship until my father passed away.  

So about 7 months into our relationship Michael decided to give my father a computer. He knew my father was a ferocious reader and thought he could be open to the world so much more with the internet.  Well... the funnest thing happened, my father did not take to the computer but my mother at 67 took to it like a fish in water.  She learned immediately how to "google", download songs from Limewire, e-mail (and add attachments) and play games.  Both of us were amazed at how quickly she took to it.  There was nothing my mother couldn't do on the computer.  But sadly, those times have changed.

Today I tried to teach my mom where she could go on the computer to follow our flight this week.  She used to love doing that with us.  She would log on to flightview and follow our plane everywhere we would go.  Today, she couldn't even grasp the concept of where to put the web address.  We tried over and over but she would get frustrated because she could not remember.  Yes, her memory is now getting progressively worse.  Since the death of my father she has spiraled downward with her ability to remember things.  She will tell you she "remembers something... and they she forgets".  It's extremely sad to see such a brilliant woman not be able to remember the simplest of things.  

So now it's somewhat like the movie "Groundhog Day". You tell her something, and the next day (or a couple of hours later) must tell her again.  She doesn't have Alzheimer's or Dementia according to my brother. She simply has "old age" syndrome.  

So my question to all of you today is: do you remember when you started to forget?  Has it happened to you or a loved one, and if so, how did you deal with it.  

I wish our ability to remember would stay and we would not forget......

 

Frustration.. and knowing how to handle it.

One might think that this is funny and has no basis in fact.. when in reality this is my life.  The number of times I have to tell my mother (83 years old) and my husband (62 years old) how to do something on the computer is so frustrating.  It's frustrating because for me it seems so easy, and I don't understand why it can't be that easy for them.  I guess the answer to that is simple...I know what to do and they don't.

When you know what to do, doing it is easy and there is no frustration.. but when you don't and you keep trying over and over it becomes frustrating.  Not only to ME, but to the person trying to do the action in question.  I forget that many times. It goes the same for when my mother asks me the same question 40 times.  It's not that it's her goal to frustrate me (God I hope not) its just she simply doesn't remember she asked me the first time.  I have to learn to control my frustration because it doesn't do her any good and it certainly doesn't do me any good either.

So, next time someone does or says something that frustrates you just remember before you get all upset, are they doing it because they are trying to get your goat, or is it simply that they are "just" as frustrated as you are and don't know how to release that frustration.

If we can all remember that..things will get a little easier... I hope.

Changes aren't necessarily good.

So Verizon Residential decided to sell to Frontier Communications. Communication is the last thing they know how to do.  I have been on the phone with them for three days now because I have been trying to take away the id blocking from my mom's phone.  She doesn't call anyone anymore that would use her number for inappropriate things, and I need family to know it's her that is calling.  First I tried to get it done via text chat.. that supposedly did the job.  NOPE... then I called them... that supposedly did the job. NOPE... Finally I called them again and they said that "this time" they've done it right and within 24 hours the block will be lifted. Come on now, how many of you actually believe that?  The customer service is atrocious and to "communicate" with them is painful.  I hate the change from Verizon to Frontier.  

Next, I am attempting to get my mom a form of "life alert" pendant so when she is home alone, if she falls, she can get immediate help.  There are a ton of companies who do this type of thing. They each put the other down, yet they all basically do the exact same thing.  The only issue is that "@LifeAlert" wants to put you on a three year contract.  So I ask them, what if my mother gets full time care, or she passes away within those 3 years, can I cancel the contract and stop paying.. Their answer... NO.  That's ridiculous. So now, not only do I have to worry about my mom, I have to worry about a company that wants to steal my mom's money.  Changes in lifestyle suck!!

Ok, so tell me readers...What changes have you experienced lately that makes your blood boil?

Mondays aren't what they used to be....

I used to dread Mondays.  The day after that fun filled weekend when you would have to get up early, get dressed and head into the place you call "the office".  I used to wake up on Mondays wishing it was already Thursday.  That's not the way it is for me anymore.. I now LIVE for Mondays.  Why, you ask?  I will tell you why.  I basically work on the weekends now.  I spend both Saturday and Sunday at my mom's house doing house work, yard work, finances, shopping, etc. etc. etc.  By the time I get home I am usually wayyyyy to tired to go out and do anything.  But come Monday, my mom's care giver comes back and I get two days of not having to be responsible for someone else.  I can actually take care of myself (in between 40 phone calls from her) and do things I need to do. Now, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays are up for grab because many times I have to take her to appointments, or get things done for her.

Now before you get all self-righteous and start saying.. "that's your mom, you should do these things" it's not as easy as it seems. Taking care of your child is an obligation YOU CHOOSE.   For the most part, if your child is well behaved you tell them to do something and they do it.  But with a parent, it's a different game. You know what has to be done, you tell them, yet they argue with you and you can't send them to their room.. You have to sit there and explain over and over why something should or shouldn't be done.  This is not an obligation that YOU CHOSE.  It's an obligation that, if you are that well brought up child, you have to do. 

So, come Monday.. I am a happy camper.  (between all the phone calls)  

This ones for you Michelle....

So I was reminded today that I haven't submitted a post on my blog in quiet a long while.  To be honest, I forgot about my blog, but here I am willing to start it again.  

So, since we last saw each other,  much has changed in my life.  I had two major losses.. my father passed away and my precious Lady MacBeth left us as well.  The year 2014 was not good for me at all; with the exception that we adopted our sweet Lily.  

As a result of my father's death, I had to stop working entirely so I could help take care of my mother.  It's funny... for so long I bitched about going to work, now I would give anything if I could have those days back.  I will be very honest.. care-giving is not for the faint of heart...  It is very demanding work, and even if you love the person you are care-giving, it still is extremely stressful and can really make you change your attitude about others.  I am told often that I must make time for myself... but that is a fantasy because the responsibilities remain.  So my first question: readers have you ever been a care-giver?  And if so, how did you do it?

Mikey and I are still together.. in fact we will be celebrating our 15th anniversary on September 16th of this year.  I never really saw myself married, and to think that I am still married 15 years later is pretty miraculous.. if you ask me.  Marriage is A LOT of hard work and you really have to devote yourself to making it work all the time because it is so easy to just walk away and say I am done.  

I wasn't raised like that.. I was never raised to walk away from a challenge.  When something is broken you don't throw it away, you fix it and use it again.  That is what so many people forgot, that is why the divorce rate is so high.  It's so easy to just throw something away and just buy a shiny new one...Question two:  do you agree with my readers?

Well, I better get going and start my day.  I will try to update you guys as time goes by and please share my blog.  Maybe if I get more readers I will really make this thing work.  I mean, honestly, who doesn't want to hear about my FABULOUS life.  

Toodles :)

An entanglement of emotions and the three stages of marriage.

This was a very bizarre weekend for me.  I went from euphoria to sheer sadness.  Its amazing how your emotions can literally change your physical well being in a blink of an eye.

The weekend started great.  I went to the wedding of one of my bff's daughter on Friday night.  The great thing about the wedding was that they granted me the honor of actually officiating the wedding.  I thought I would be scared, but I wasn't.  I actually enjoyed it immensely and really would love to do it again.  Being the part of the beginning of a life together is something that is very gratifying and very uplifting.

On Saturday I got a call from my pseudo - niece that her uncle, (my dearest friend's husband) was in the critical care unit because while the doctors were preforming a procedure on him, he went into cardiac arrest and they lost his pulse for 10 minutes.  The way my girlfriend was informed was horrendous and when she arrived at the hospital she found her husband intubated and in a medically induced coma to keep his body temperature below 32 degrees.  He is only 49 years old.  As of today, they are slowly bringing him out of the coma and he is responding slowly to commands given to him by the neurologist.  Still, praying it gets through this, they have such a hard road to go and it breaks my heart.

Then on Sunday, another dear friend tells me that their very young marriage is on the rocks and that the couple has separated and may possibly be getting divorced.  This came out of nowhere and it has put me in a tail spin as well.

It's weird,  because it is the three things in one weekend, that can happen to marriage. Marriage itself, divorce and death.  A sheer entanglement of emotions. 

What's It all about, Alfie?

So it's been a while since I have updated my blog.  Not much has happened.  In my professional life I am starting to behave and actually work as a private defense attorney.  I am blessed to have some good friends who are helping me with this transition (and by transition I mean..how much to charge), and I am blessed to have friends who are providing me with work. 

It's a great feeling being your own boss.  There are many responsibilities that go with it, but not having to answer to anybody is still a great feeling.  I am in no way putting down public work because without it, we as a nation, would be NO WHERE;  I just feel that now is the time for me to try and make it on my own.  It's slow... but it's getting there.

As for my personal life, things are very status quo.  We don't do much of anything.  Michael says it's because we are opposites..and he is right.  We are complete opposites.  But I think it also has a lot to do with not having the fortitude to go out and try something new and different.  Here it is a Friday night, 8:42pm and Michael is already asleep.  Shouldn't we be out dancing, or seeing an opera, or seeing the theater, or doing something fantastic?

And if we just stay at home, and if I work as if I never retired, then I ask myself the question..."what's it all about?

I want to do something fabulous with my life; I want to make a major dent for those that follow; I just honestly don't know what that would be at this time.  I want to feel like I did when I was in my 20's and 30"s and I didn't even begin to get ready to go out until this time.  Is it possible?  Can the youth be relived? 

Tell me what you think my friends.. I would love to hear your thoughts.

 

Kindness comes in many ways...

I had reservations at Embassy Suites Hotel in Palm Desert for my mom, dad and I.  I made them through Orbitz.  Originally we were going to go in July, but medical issues made me have to change that.   Orbitz did not want to give me a refund or change my dates (which is what I really wanted),  so I called the hotel directly to see if they could do something.  I spoke with a woman at the front desk named Esther.  I explained my situation and before I knew it, she had Orbitz agreeing to change my dates with no penalties at all.  Not only that, she guaranteed me that she would make sure that my mom and dad would get the special disability room and that I would get the room right next to them.  What's wonderful about that is that the room right next to them is what they called "an executive room" and it costs significantly more.  She made sure that I would not be charged extra because she wanted to accommodate me to be close to my mother.

We were suppose to go the last week in August, but for many reasons it seemed better that we go this week instead.  I then called Esther directly at the hotel and spoke with her.  Without hesitation, she changed my reservation and made sure the rooms would be ready for us yesterday. 

We got to the hotel yesterday, and everything was perfect; however due to my mom's medical condition,  we had to leave early this morning (Wednesday) and could not stay until Thursday.  I knew by leaving a day early I would lose that money, but it didn't bother me because my mother comes first.  When I got home from Palm Desert, I called the hotel and spoke to Esther.  I explained that we left and that I once again wanted to thank her for all her help and that I would recommend the hotel to everyone because the service had been supreme.  She asked me if I had come to the front desk to ask for a refund.  I told her no because I had prepaid with Orbitz and with everything that she had already done for me, she had gone above and beyond the call of great service.  We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

Approximately an hour later, I received a call from Orbitz.  They informed me that they would be refunding me tonight's charge for both rooms.  When I asked why they stated that a lady by the name of Esther at the hotel had called and stated that the hotel itself would not be collecting the money from Orbitz, so in turn Orbitz had to return the money to me.

I was shocked and amazed.  Her kindness exceeded anything I have seen lately.  She didn't know me or my family, and yet, she went out of her way to be kind to us and to make my life a little easier.

She didn't just pay it forward.. she paid it all the way till the end.  I believe that with her karma she will get back threefold what she gave.  I just hope that I get to see her again and be part of that karma.  :)

What is Friendship

Mikey and I had dinner tonight with a wonderful couple.  You could say that we've been friends for over 30 years, but that wouldn't be true, because the truth is we just reconnected about a year ago.  We see this couple often and everytime it's a fun experience. 

That started me thinking, (I know scarey thought), what is "true friendship"?  Webster defines friendship as

1

: the state of being friends

2

: the quality or state of being friendly : friendliness

3

obsolete : aid.  

In reading that definition it was easy to gather what #1 and 2 were referring to; however, number 3 caught me by surprise.  How is a friendship obsolete?  Does it mean that he holds no more significance any more and therefore no longer needed?  Why would that word be there?

All I can say is that I have found from retiring that many people whom I "thought" were my friends truly aren't anymore.  Maybe it's because for these people I have become "obsolete".  

Tell me your thoughts on friendship.  This is definitely a subject that can be expounded on.

I did it today :)

So I did it.  I went an enrolled in the gym.  I chose to make my start date Monday because I know for a fact that I would not be going over the weekend.  Don't yell at me.  I know myself.  This way I have 3 extra days on my contract. I am hoping that whenever I get bored at home (which is happening quite often) that I will know that I can go to the gym to get out and then I can get in more than one little work out.

I then went to Target.  For those of you who know me well, you know that I can not stand Target.  I am a Walmart girl through and through.. Yet, it was there, and I didn't really want to go home so I walked around and looked at all the things I would normally buy, but didn't, because I have placed my self on a very strict budget.

Finally, Michael came home and asked me if I wanted to go out to lunch.  We went to the Golden Corral which is a buffet type restaurant that my hubby loves.  He loves it because there are tons of vegetables to chose from and that makes him very happy.  There were way too many people there for my liking so we decided not to go back on a Friday, and only early afternoons Monday thru Thursday.

Well, now I am back here updating my blog.  I certainly hope that soon enough my life will become more interesting, and therefore, you will be more interested in my blog.

Keep reading.. I promise to improve; and if you want, you can comment and we can begin a dialogue.

The next day~~

Ok, so here I am.  I am going to post again today and try to be witty and creative.  Yeah, right, good luck with that one.  Here are my plans for today.  I am going to go to the gym and sign up.  Yes, folks, I am going to go join a gym.  (I would like to do a shout out to my dad right now because he is actually going to pay for a one year membership for me.)  Then I am going to meet my little sis, Sonya for lunch.  Should I be doing these things the other way around?  Anyway, after those two things.. I am not sure what else I will do today.

I will try to keep you informed!

My Retirement Life

Though I have been off since July 25, this is really my first real week of retirement.  Lets see, I have slept in until 8 am (that's major for me), I have taken two naps, and I have just basically been lazy.  This is going to get old soon. Now I have to come up with some ideas to keep me occupied.  I k ow I want to make special appearances for lawyers and maybe take a case or two, but still, I need purpose. So I am sending this out to the world. What do you think I should do.  Give me your ideas. Can't hurt.

It's Been a While for the Post!!

It's funny, when things are going semi perfect to perfect in your life, you always seem to have the ability and the desire to do fun things. However, when life hits you in the face with dilemmas those same desires disappear. I am telling you this as a way to explain why it's been so long since my last post. I had family issues I had to deal with and writing a blog just didn't seem to matter so much.

But, things have calmed down a bit and I am back. I realized through all this that I am not a good multi tasker at a time of stress. I can think of only the thing I am stressed about, and nothing else seems to matter.

What about you? Even if you are stressed over one part of your life, can you cope perfectly well with the other? I'm interested in knowing.

Lonely and yet not alone

I have been feeling kinda weird lately. I have been feeling lonely, and yet I am not alone. My hubby and I are usually always together when we are home, and I am always with friends at work; and yet, I still feel lonely. I realized the reason, my extended family is far away from me. You see my Mom and Dad are in Florida for the summer, and my brother and his family are now in Europe for the rest of July.

I still talk to my mom every day so that has not changed, and I speak to my brother about once every two weeks, but knowing that I won't speak to my brother for another month and that my mom and dad will be gone, it makes me lonely. I think loneliness comes from thoughts and emotions, not reality, and that is why they say, "it is worse to be lonely with someone than to be lonely alone".

So to my friends, tell me what you think about loneliness. Is it real or is it imaginary?

No Me Platiques Mas

For those of you who don't speak Spanish, the translation for the title is "Don't Speak to Me Anymore". Now before you get your hair all up in a dandruff, I am not telling you that, I am simply telling you the name of one of my favorite Spanish songs.

In the song, Luis Miguel, tells the love of his life not to tell him anything about her past. The only thing he cares about is from the moment they met and their future. That leaves me thinking, is that really a good way to shape a relationship?

I mean, doesn't your past shape your future? And if it does, then isn't it better to know as much as you can about the person you are involved with so you can properly shape your future?

What do you think my friends, is the past necessary for the success of a future in a relationship?

Our favorite resort in Mexico

Me esposa y yo enjoy going to Mexico. This is our favorite resort. We've been to Cancun, Puerta Vallarta, and Cabo. Our next trip will be in Mazatlan.

The resort is an all-inclusive and the rooms have balconies and are suites. Not only is the alcohol part of the package, but the room is stocked to with some pretty quality whiskey, rum, and scotch.

The picture above is from one of the many balconies on the resort. All the resorts we have been to so far are along the ocean.

The prices for the resort are extraordinarily reasonable and we really enjoy the staff, from the manager to maids. If you are a friend of ours and you're reading this, don't you think it would be fun to go with us. For me, the more the merrier, and it's always easier than to get a team together for the pool volleyball:-)

The Day Pop Culture Died

Today is indeed a very sad day. Two ICONS from the 70's and 80's have passed away.

The first, Farrah Fawcett, was an angel...Charlie's Angel that is. She was the one with the hair and the pin up girl that showed that woman can be DAMN SEXY without baring it all. So many boys had their first wet dream with her poster in their room and so many girls tried to emulate her style.

The second, and truly tragic, was the KING OF POP!!! Michael Jackson was the young boy that so many people loved to dance and sing to his music. He was everywhere. There wasn't a moment that you wouldn't hear one of his songs on the radio. He made you want to get up and sing and dance and just enjoy life all the way around. He had his problems, and he had his issues, but that all aside, he was truly liked by the world all over.

I know for me personally this is a very sad day because two major "memories" from my youth have passed away. It shows that mortality is around the corner for all of us and that at one time or another, all of our childhood dreams actually fade away.

So my friends, tell me... do you have any special stories about Farrah or Michael?

I would love to know!!

Rest in Peace Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett!!!

Father's Day...

So today was Father's Day, and to celebrate I took my Dad, Mom and hubby to the Angel V. Dodger Game. The special thing about it was that my girlfriend got a suite, and we got to watch the game from there. Now, that being said...that line I just typed was the only special thing about the suite. It was very cramped, what they were suppose to provide wasn't to what I think a suite should provide and it just left in my mind a lot to be desired. My Dad, Mom and hubby had a good time (and I guess that is what is important) but it reinforced in me something very important. Sometimes our imagination is greater than reality.

So question friends, "how often have you been disappointed when your reality didn't live up to your imagination?"

I Should Care by Vic Damone

That's a fabulous song from the 40's. But the words and the meaning transcend even to today. It tells how the singer wants to not care about his love interest, and yet he does. Isn't that the way we have all felt at times? Haven't you ever been at that point in your relationship when you simply want to "stop caring", but then you realize, "I Should Care". So here is your question, "do we care because it's ingrained in us or because we realize that without caring there are no deep feelings"?

On a side note, thanks Randy Economy for adding me to your blog. It's great to find old friends and realize you still "care" for them. Congrats on your anniversary....Life works in funny ways!!

Getting old sucks!!!!

So its not bad enough that we have to age. This expression of growing old with grace is a bunch of bull pukey. My poor mom got a bad allergic reaction on her forehead to something (that which we don't know) but its made her eye look like Mohammed Ali needed to do some spurring. My brother, the doctor, says its common with older folks and it just happens.

So here is today's question for the day..."Is the alternative to getting old better?"

Now before you jump down my throat, I ask this in all honesty. Is it better to leave on a high note, or let it all start to fall apart and then let it get sent to the junk yard. We get more money when we trade in our newer cars...what about our human bodies?

Is it new or is it old? Inquiring minds want to know!

OK, so here i am keeping up with my blog and my husband hasn't posted anything since his original writing. Today was an OK day at work. Nothing spectacular, however, I went to lunch with some old friends (not age) and it was fun because we could talk of old times. Usually I go to lunch with my "new friends" and that is fun too because they are interesting and have lots of new and open opinions. But my question to you then is, "what is better, relate to old friends with a history, or open yourself up to new friends and grow a new experience?" What do you think!!!

It's Friday Everybody

Alright, its Friday. The day we all look forward to. The day that we like to start having fun and try to keep it going all weekend. Problem with this theory is that its making our life go faster. I mean, do you realize that all week long you look forward to Friday. Then it gets here and the weekend goes by super fast and we are back at Monday. So maybe, we should start looking forward to Thursday instead. Maybe that way we can slow our lives down a little. What do you think? Your thoughts?

Alright, I need a break already

So here is the deal. My girlfriend just told me I'm crazy for starting a blog. She's like, "you are addicted to FB and Farm Town, and your soaps, how are you going to find time for anything else?" I had to stop and think about that.. I told her that sleep is a commodity and I would give it up. But now, Im too tired, so will deal with that another time!!! What do you think?

We've Only Just Begun

Ok, so I am not the most creative person in the world, but this is a start. I will try to take you through my families days and adventures. Sometimes they will be funny, sometimes not, I guess it just how you look at life..

So, welcome to my journey....