The Batman

The Batman
Good? or Evil?!!!

No worries little Poochie!

No worries little Poochie!

This is MY Batman!!!!

This is MY Batman!!!!

29 September 2009

AN UNFOUNDED FEAR.....

One more essay from the archives..... Since this was written my father has successfully gotten me married off to a great guy who is pretty much as tolerant and patient as my dad is.....


Ever since I was sixteen I've been afraid that my father is going to die. Not just someday, but very soon. Like tomorrow or next week. You see, I'm a daddy's girl through and through. He has always been my hero and the most important man in my world. He's the only man I can completely trust to never break my heart and I can tell him anything.

So, this fear causes me to suffer from horrible anxiety ---- to the point where I sometimes cant sleep because I'm so worried that something might happen to him. It's like these icy fingers are squeezing my heart so tight it takes my breath away. My dad likes to laugh and tell me that he has feet of clay and he's not what I think he is. The thing is, I know he's not perfect and and I love him more for it. He has been trying desperately to get me married off since I was twenty-one. He's slowed down a little now that I'm thirty-one, but only a little!

I mean, really, what other man would be so tolerant of all my quirks and so understanding of my irrational fear and panic episodes that occasionally haunt me? What other man could know absolutely everything about me and still love me unconditionally? I fear no one, really, and perhaps that is the greatest fear of all. To be unlovable. I started out with so much love to give, but soon changed with each abusive relationship I weathered. I trusted these men with my fears, hopes and wishes only to have them thrown back in my face. Basically, each time I finally trusted someone, the rug got pulled out from under me. The scariest thing in the world to me is to lose the one person in my world who makes me feel like I'm good enough simply because I'm me.

I'm afraid that I wouldn't know how to face tomorrow without knowing that he was a phone call or a twenty minute drive away. This all must sound so pathetic coming from a thirty-one year old woman, but it's also brutal honesty. Besides, like the old saying goes, "... a son will leave when he takes him a wife but a daughters a daughter for the rest of your life..." My dad and I joke about that saying often. I tell him that I can't even imagine what he's thinking when hears that phrase, and being the great father that he is, he simply smiles and and tells me that I'm his favorite daughter. And most times I don't point out that I'm his ONLY daughter.....

Russsell Crowe was a Chick...

Today I was going through a bunch of my old fiction writings and essays when I stumbled across the one I am sharing today. Ten years ago I wrote Russell Crowe was a Chick in a writing course I was taking. It made me laugh then and it made me laugh again today as I re-read it. So, maybe it will give you a laugh or a smile or whatever..... Enjoy!!!

Russell Crowe was a CHICK.

I can't breathe. I'm suffocating. Death by suffocation, an unremarkable but deserved consequence. I try, unsuccessfully, to wrap my brain around this drama that has become my life.

I am trapped in my Jeep driving cross country with a man who is more of a woman than I am! Will his tears and mangled sobs NEVER cease? I thought I was in love with him---- then, he stepped off the plane and I realized I wasn't. Okay ( my next thoughts, a half hearted attempt at rationalization ) at least I LIKE him, right? Wrong. Because, looking at him now, I am completely disgusted and repulsed. Maybe I had seen him as a way out of my perpetual singleness. I was feeling somewhat pressured now, in my twenty-seventh year, to settle down and create some stability in my completely unstable world.

If I weren't so traumatized sitting across from him in this rolling coffin, it would all be hilarious. Unfortunately, I was far too immersed in misery and disgust to see any humor in the situation. What had I been thinking? I had packed up EVERYTHING, gave away anything that wouldn't fit in the Jeep, and was leaving my best friends, my family, and a certain man who had reminded me what life was all about in the last three months. And all for this ----- this man who, granted, bore a striking resemblance to Russell Crowe and who I had spent a total of seventeen days with in the last ten months in a long-distance phone relationship. Were it not for the Xanax I had been discreetly popping at frequent intervals, I believe I would have leapt from the Jeep as it maintained it's highway speed and bounced unceremoniously to my death on a lonely, dark stretch of isolated desert highway.

And now, after twenty-seven years of stubborn denial, I must admit that my father was, is and ALWAYS has been right. Especially about me. I never just get my feet wet. I either jump right in or observe from the outskirts.

The three day drive from Albuquerque to Florida was surrealistically ETERNAL. By the time we reached his apartment I knew I was going home. I told him not to bother unloading the Jeep. I had made a mistake. I was not in love with him and it wouldn't be fair to either of us if I stayed so, I was going home. To my mom and dad. To the three brothers I completely adore. And to the man I had become close with and who had made me realize I wasn't ready to just " settle". He made me believe again that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there that would inspire passion in me. Who could challenge me and disagree with me. Who could open my mind to possibilities that would never otherwise be considered. Someone like him. And so, with one simple phone call, he promptly purchased a plane ticket to Florida and a day and a half later made the long journey back with me. Only, with him, it wasn't so long......

That ride back remains, to this day, the best journey I have ever made.....





So , thats it.... hope you enjoyed the story and thanks for taking a little trip down memory lane with me!!!!!

Until next time, hug someone!

25 September 2009

NoT a Ray of SunShine ToDay....

You know what I hate??? Fake, lying people. And when you genuinely care about someone and would do anything for them and they just screw you over the first chance they get. Ya, let's skip the everything is coming up roses crap, when really everything is coming up just CRAP.

You would think I would learn after basically a lifetime of trusting people and them spitting in my face... but I don't learn I guess... I just keep on giving everyone the benefit of the doubt. And now it has actually become my downfall. Like where it has actually affected me physically. And I cant work a full time job and I had to leave the job I loved because I actually cared SO much it made me physically sick.

An actual medical condition. Not just the ulcers but the Chrons. Great. So a word to the wise.... Try your hardest to NOT CARE. As a survival technique. For yourself. You see, what I learned is , everyone else just takes care of themselves and their lives go on no problem. Not mine. I lay curled up in a ball of pain for days at a time... vomiting and painful and you know what?? Those people I cared so much about ... they're nowhere to be found.

So, I guess all I have to say is PISS ON EM. I actually have stronger words for them but refuse to use them here... though I'm sure you can figure them out, dear reader!!

And once I actually stop caring SO much , maybe I can function again. See, the pain goes away when I don't give a shit. So there. To those I cared about and I thought were friends until they stabbed me in the back, I don't give a shit. Because I am very sure that one day it will all come back to you....

Sorry to bring anyone down; but hey... life isn't all sunshine and puppy kisses is it??? !!! Thats just reality.... Today, I am indulging in a bit of anger and truth. Maybe tomorrow I will have something happier to post. Or maybe not. That's the great thing about this blog business... It's pretty much a free for all of feelings... so there you have it,

To those I love ; thanks for putting up with my psychosis; to those who back stabbed me; BITE ME....


I feel so much better now! I'm going to hang out with the dogs and ignore the world today.
More later, maybe happier later....

19 September 2009

The Angels ROCK IT OUT....


O.K. ; So, I just realized that my last few blog posts were pretty sad/toxic/angry. SO, now, I present.... the ROCKIN' ANGELS and their volleyball FABULOSITY....

Today we had a round robin tournament in which we played 2 other teams for a total of 4 complete games. And can I just say, these girls have more heart, and determination than the whole entire city of Albuquerque! Probably even more than the whole state of New Mexico.... ( and I'm TOTALLY NOT biased at all; so what if I'm the coach? And so what if I happen to LOVE each and every one of these kids?! ) Not to mention we won every single game.... aced em all!!!

We had worked SO hard at the previous Thursday practice with the focus on diving and going where the ball goes and CALLING THE BALL. And those little Angels remembered. And they HUSTLED. And they played their 9-11 year old hearts out!

It was AWESOME. And INSPIRING. And completely full of contagious JOY!

I could NOT have been more proud if I had actually given birth to each and every one of them! ( Which, thank goodness, I was spared the birthing of 9 kids... ;-) ).

It's so amazing to see them grow in confidence and ability. And they are so humble and kind. They could certainly teach adults everywhere a few things!
I learn from them at every single practice and at every game. I am reminded to be kind. And patient. And encouraging. And JOYFUL!

It would do people a TON of good to slow down, BREATHE and remember what's truly important in life.... our fellow men; kindness, courage and joy.

When I began helping out with this little team, I figured that hopefully, I would be able to teach them something. I NEVER imagined how much I would learn from these kids. These magnificent little Angels! And I am so thankful that I have been reminded over and over, what life is REALLY about.

Take a little time to follow your bliss!
And hug those you love... ( and maybe even those you don't love)

' Til next time......:-)

16 September 2009

The Desensitization of Society...


Not a pretty tale at all that I feel compelled to share today.

Yesterday morning my cell rings and I see that it's one of my best friends, Lisa. I had missed a couple of very early morning calls from her ( 2 am) calls ; so I immediately answered to apologize for missing her calls when I was thrown immediately into abrupt silence. She was crying... like a very serious cry, not a why did my man do this to me again cry. My heart leapt into my throat but I forced myself to stay calm so as not to induce more hysteria from her.
Me:
" Where are you"
Lisa:
"I'm in an ambulance being taken to UNM hospital... some guy jumped me at 1:30 this morning and beat the shit out of me. ..." then she is talking to the paramedics and there is muffled movement and cries of pain from her.

I am getting more traumatized by the minute... It is 10:30 am now and I am wondering if she was jumped at 1:30 am why the hell isn't she already at the hospital?? But I couldn't get a word in because of the paramedics ( THANK GOD for those guys...) so I finally grab her attention for a second and I ask her whose with her?
No one
Ok, I am on my way.... see you at the hospital.

Crap. I had to breathe. And I just happened to be hanging out with the friars at the friary. Brother Gerard had been sitting next to me and immediately he knew something had happened, possibly tipped off by how pale I had gone in an instant. I told him what happened and that I had to head to the hospital. He said they would pray right now for her in their chapel. This comforted me. BUt before he did that he got me a to go cup cranberry juice, gave me hug and, u know, for one second there was peace.

Thankfully the friary was a short distance from the hospital. I get to the information window and the guy that I am there to see Lisa. Their E.R. was packed and the guy let me know that no I can't go back where she is because of the high patient traffic they have. Which, rationally I understood and could see this to be true. The whole waiting room is packed wall to wall.. people sitting, standing. This is a hospital that treats EVERYONE with or without insurance. But his answer wasn't good enough. I call Lisa on my cell and she sounds horrible.
I'm out front but they wont let me back. She starts crying. This is way stressful.
I hear her talk to the nurse and they are going back and forth.

Finally, the nurse wheels her out in a chair. I am shocked at what she looks like but try to remain calm because as soon as she sees me she falls apart. The whole right side of her face is swollen up so badly that her eye is just about swollen shut. She stands up to hug me tightly. And between sobs she's saying,
I'm scared and afraid to be alone....
She wanted to show me the bruises on her legs so I gently walk her to the restrooms located in the back of the packed waiting room. We get in line with only one person in front us. And here's where the awareness of the Desensitization sets in on me like a pro-wrestler of huge magnitude were sitting on my chest as I lay struggling beneath trying desperately to breathe. We are next to go in when this lady walks right up in front us. The door opens and she begins to head in and I say
Excuse us, you can see us standing here before you even walked up, and my friend really needs to use the bathroom. The lady scrutinizes Lisa from her swollen shut eye and bruised and swollen cheek, then to the cigarette burns and seems to actually CONTEMPLATE the stupidity that then gushed from her mouth like severe case of diarrhea.
Well, I really have urinate badly so I'll just be a minute.
And I am stunned. But worse, I am PISSED.
WOW. Isn't it GREAT how compassionate people are. I say loudly. Just then the door opens to the restroom across the way, which is the mens, but they were both the same just a one occupancy bathroom. I lead Lisa right into it and lock the door. I was slightly worried because the heartless nurse who had wheeled Lisa out said that if she didn't hear her name when called she would have to start the process all over. Are you kidding me? She had been there since 7:30 am! It was now 11:15 am. So my anger is festering and rotting and I haven't been known to be very docile sort of woman.
Anyway, Lisa is now showing me the horrible bruises going all up and down her legs and they darken higher up her thigh. Lisa said the doc told her that those bruises were consistent of the perp trying to rape her. I am nauseous.

Lisa is getting dressed when I hear this very hard knock on the door. I reign it in before I say
One minute please.
A harder knock and a guy saying
You about done in there?
And not inquiringly either; just plain RUDE. Lisa at this point is ready to exit. So , I'm sure this guy must be like, bleeding from the eye sockets, or having a severe case of hemorrhoid explosion. NO. Not so much. As I come face to face with me he is just lounging against the wall. And I'm thinking to myself;
Don't say it M.C. ; Just walk away. But my mouth ran away with my rage. And here it came....
O, I'm sorry, I guess you didn't notice before how rude the women were to my friend here who, by the way, surely could wait for the restroom. I guess you didn't notice the cigarette burns on her arm and I'm sure the subtleness of her bashed in face escaped you. I realize, we are occupying the mens restroom but that's only because I thought we'd see a little concern from the GENTLEMEN. Thank you SO much for your concern, patience and KINDNESS.
So, this homey lookin dude looks me right in the eye and says,
I gotta take a piss.
In my mind I saw myself plunging my fist through his chest and ripping out his still beating heart and sticking it up his #*@"

As I led LIsa back to the lobby I couldn't help it. It just came out.
Ain't OBAMACARE GREAT!
Yes I said it and I don't care. People don't get that this is what socialized medicine will. and on the tail of that will be a completely socialized society. I hope people like how this is playing out.....
Sorry for the rant but I am an extremely passionate person and sometimes I say things I regret. But I don't regret any of what I just said here.
So we get to the where it's roped off access to the back triage area ( what is this a Backstage with Bon Jovi?!) and actually, the ONE nice person of this day so far, asked us if we needed help. We explained the situation. Said we didn't want to miss the call back. He kindly took Lisa's name and went back to check on progress.
When he returned he said it was still going to be AWHILE. At this point it's 12:30 and Lisa has had nothing for pain except 1 percocet. As luck would have it she had previously made an appointment with her PRIMARY care doc at 1:30. She chose to leave. So we did. We got the E.R. number from the paramedic who was triaging so we could have her doc call and get the results of the cat scan and x-rays they had don at 8:00 am.

As soon as we got to Lisa's appointment she was examined, 2 more x-rays were taken and the E.R. was called and their report was that it WASN"T as they suspected--- there were no bones broken in her face .
WOW. So, my question she SAW the ER doc... why didn't he immediately give her something for pain to help through ALL that waiting???
Anyway, the other x-rays were ok except for a possible compression fracture. So Lisa's doc gave her all the necessary pain meds; antibiotics and something for anxiety. The pharmacy right there filled them and I could finally get Lisa settled at home.

WOW. I'm exhausted from re-living this. I'm really angry and upset that Lisa had to go through that attack and then the mistreatment UNM hospital.

It disgusts me how narcissistic and DESENSITIZED the world has become. It's sickening and very disheartening that there is NOT much kindness, gentleness and love toward our fellow man.

I don't know. Sorry for the rant. But hey (to the tune of It's My Party) It's my blog and I'll rant if want to, rant if I want to.....

Anyway.... that's it today. Something to think on maybe?

Tell someone you love that you LOVE them and what the hey, maybe throw in a hug too!!!!




14 September 2009

The Continuation of I TRY to remember HOW BLESSED ...


ooops..... prematurely selected post and screwed it up.... here is the continuation of it if anyone is interested .... otherwise, maybe the cliffhanger approach is best and might bring at least one of u back to read some more.....


Anyway.... so, where was I ... o ya ALTEREGO...blah blah.... So I guess by now you get the idea. I am having my very own bona fide pity party! And, consequently, decided to write in BLUE mid-sentence. WHY? You may ask? Well, because BLUE makes me happy. It soothes me and allows me more concentration. I'm feeling better by the minute!

SO, as EMBARRASSING as it may be for me to admit this; I will admit it to you; my one reader... ( if you're out there....) I could very barely drag myself out of bed today. BUT, I had to feed the dogs and cats; so I was out of bed by 10am. QUITE the feat for a night owl such as myself! And i haven't been sleeping fitfully all weekend. So I was quite impressed with myself. And I had all these great intentions of working out for my hour and cleaning the house..... WHATEVER. These ideas went right out the window as soon as I plunked myself down on the couch. I knew I was in trouble as I got sucked into an episode of " 16 and Pregnant" on MTV.

But this one was different than the usual crap ones I have seen. A very mature for their age couple had decided to give their baby up for adoption. They chose a great, young Christian couple. So the show followed the journey all the way ( obviously) through the birth and ultimate surrender of the baby to the adoptive parents. At the point where these two teenagers were walking the adoptive parents to the car from the hospital discharge; then the birth mom ( who was such a sweetheart!) was crying but trying to be strong; well she hugged the adoptive mom and they held on to each other extra tight and that was it. I totally LOST it. Sobbed my heart out. And I only realized how disturbing this was when my three dogs took off outside at the sound of me blowing my honker into the kleenex. Crap. At this point I realized whatever neighbors that were home were surely also hearing the great nose blowing and this would just be another thing for them laugh at their strange neighbor about!!!

I digress, ( which is VERY normal for me; it's sorta my M.O.) so, I shut T.V. off and tried to read. No luck there either. By 5pm I closed the book and restlessly turned the T.V. back on to distract myself. And, cool, God was certainly looking down on me.... because there was an episode of Medium beginning and I got lost in the show. Two episodes by which time Daniel would be home from work and more distraction! Hoo-ray. So, I popped his dinner in the oven at 6pm so that it would be done by 6:45ish around the time he would probably arrive home from his o so loooong day at work.

So all that worked just according to plan; then after our nightly routine some T.V. and some of him wandering off to his office to " compute" as he calls it, it was his bed time. He gets in bed by 10pm on work nights and how I envy him his ability to fall immediately asleep. While he was watching the ol night time re-runs of Frasier, I sat at my computer checking e-mail, looking at latest MSN news. But I was Waaaay too restless.

So, hubby was already sleepy at this point but I was completely restless, because I know me and I know that I will be up all night again. I told him I was going to run to the gas station for a hot chocolate. I had been wanting one.... and they always taste better from the gas station vending machiney thingy.....

So I asked him what kind of prize he wanted from there. I was using all my hoarded quarters for the trip. He asked how much money I had and I happily told him 5 dollars!! I'm basically rich! He laughed and said ok then, peanut butter m&m's. That was WAY E-Z! No prob! By the time I got home...( and the gas station is only 5 minutes away) he was completely out!!!! So I set them at his bedside as I knew he would eat them for breakfast; and tiptoed out to the living room with laptop in hand and began writing this entry. Then the lap top died ( of course.... ) so I had to use the computer in his office to complete this VERY long winded WAA WAA tale of WOE!

But I guess I DO actually feel a bit better to get this crap off my chest; heck; I may even shower and leave the house tomorrow to drop off some more resumes around town! Cool.... So thanks for reading.... or trying to read, at least. Until you succumbed to your restful slumber.... that little pile of drool collecting down your chin and onto your desk ( or shirt, if u nodded off , laptop in hand, while sitting on your couch!!!) sweet dreams to you and may tomorrow ( today!!!!) bring you a random smile or a moment of joy or maybe just a little PEACE.

Thank you for allowing me to un-burden my heart and feel like I can face tomorrow!!!! Cool..... hope you come back and try again to read this stuff.... I'm not normally so morose and crybaby!

Y'all Come Back Now,YA'HEAR?!?!!!


Hug someone you love.....

I TRY to remember HOW BLESSED i am but.....


I don't know what is going on lately with me..... or X that; because of course I have a VERY good PRETTY RIGHT ON idea of what the issues are..... So many issues; so little time! Sigh... what is a girl to do???

Things had been going o.k. for us since the loss of the job I LOVED so much.... but now, it's getting harder and harder for my husband to keep us afloat in the wonderful world of " MONEY is KING..." which WE know it's not but tell life it's not!!!! And I really DO understand the pressure my husband is under to pay all the bills and just be the provider in general. One income in this economy is no longer enough. And it's too bad that that's happening. But, that's the REALITY! I have tried so hard to be upbeat and positive. Tried to send out resumes and I apply on-line to as many places as possible, to no avail so far. I don't want to be THAT chick..... you know; the one who has all the pity parties and does the whole waa waa bit. BLECH.... those chicks have always been so despicable to me because there are people so WAY worse off than me .... even now. My BRAIN knows that this is such a minor setback. But my heart goes WAAA WAAA POOOOR MEEE....PITY PARTY PITY PARTY BLAH BLAH BLAH.... POOR ME... blech! YEP there's that bad taste in my mouth that always accompanies the what is this PATHETIC chic talking about.... puh-lease... does she need a WAAAMBURGER with those fries???!!!! And YES i do THANK YOU VERY MUCH you alter ego you......

08 September 2009

Working out???? O ya... beginning 2 remember....


Must. Get. On. the. Bike.... And so I begin a very long and could what also be a completely IMPOSSIBLE road to getting back in shape. My mom so kindly passed on her recumbent bike to me as she and my dad are now members of the ultra cool YMCA! And they are doing great , I may add. So them ; along with the fact that I have just taken the position of Coach to a totally wonderful group of little volleyball players, has me worrying that if I don't DO something than they will be going through the trauma of having to administer CPR to their fallen coach at the next practice.....

This may be hard to believe but I was actually once quite a work out fanatic. To the point of actually being diagnosed with Exercise Induced Bulemia from my doctor! What? I love to eat and HATE to vomit so I didn't exactly grasp the concept at the time... it was more anorexia but complicated because it was from working out!!! Needless to say...I don't have that problem anymore!!!

So the past two weeks I have done 3 days/ wk just 30-50 minutes cardio with some weights thrown in and of course stretching and abs. But now I realize, I must step it up! This realization coming on the heels of our two hour practice last thursday. And I was dying! I mean , I was seeing the light on the other side and everything. My husband tells me I have the wrong idea of coaching. He says I should just sit in a lounge chair with a whistle and a drink and instruct from the sidelines. Very funny Mr Hilarious. I, however, come from the school of total complete hands on involvement training! Lucky for those girls of fabulosity that I'm coaching... or is it UNLUCKY for them?? All I know is that at 1 am friday morning I was at Wal Mart buying a whistle and a jump rope and all these ideas for practice were bouncing to and fro in my mind and I felt like I just had a triple shot of caffeine or something.....shew...

Anyway, I apologize for the bouncing thoughts. I will try harder to stay focused. So today, in an effort to push myself so the Angels ( thats the team name... great eh?) could be proud of a coach who could keep up; I bravely punched in 55 min on the bike in the interval training mode. And with the support of all my animals cruising in and out of the work out room randomly, I somehow made it! Then I jumped a little rope. Did lots of stretching and abs. And now I can't move. And I'm getting sore already. If I weren't so old and busted... I swear I don't feel older than 22. So what the HAY??!!!

So, if you are reading this, please pray that I don't kill myself working out before we even get to the next games.... it would be greatly appreciated, as the Angels need a coach to actually be able to play the in the games :-) And any good thoughts you can send my way I will absolutely take....

Now I am off to take a looong shower and then sprawl out on the couch w/the animals and watch, what I feel, is a well deserved movie!

Have a great day and tell someone you love JUST how much you love them:
I love you thiiiiis much Daniel!!!! ;-)

01 September 2009

There's No Place Like Home.....


" ... The seas only gifts are harsh blows. And occasionally the chance to feel strong. I don't know much about the sea; but I do know that's how it is here --- and I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to BE strong but to FEEL strong. To measure yourself, at least once. In the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind, deaf stone alone, nothing to help you but your hands and your own head..."

--- Into the Wild Excerpt

Life can be a HUGE CRAP SAND WHICH. I mean, really- right?! We hear the platitudes ; One day at a time, keep on keeping on, things can only get better.....I really TRY to live by the ' Un Dia La Vaiz" platitude ( one day at a at ime ).It works off and on... until life throws one thing after another after another...waaa waa waa blah blah blah. What--- EV-- ER! ( notice: subtle White Chicks reference....). The best mantra ever is the ol " Money is the root of all evil". I realize now that it TRULY is. I was never aware of it before; I always held rally good jobs with generous compensation.... until now... then WHAMMIE... out of work!

Husband is desperately trying to pay all the bills and support myself and our 6 and a half kids. ( of the animal kind of course...) Times are tough. The economy is Ultra sucking... ( but thats a WHOLE other can of worms!

Anyhow, my parents are where I go when I need to have the comfort of simply being and breathing. So, Sunday afternoon I thought I would give husband a break from all my WHACKED OUT emotions and leave him in peace for awhile. Besides, a nice Jeep ride always helps with calmness. And when I combine that with visiting mom & pops in the home where I grew up; the house that is absolutely DRENCHED in delicious subtle scents ( not in the least perfumy...)
which encourage fond memories to hug me; well--- thats pretty much my bliss.

I felt my heart get a bit lighter immediately mid Jeep Ride And lighter still as I closed the distance to my parents house.

Memo to self: I have the best parents in the WORLD. I know; many, many people proclaim the very same thing ( those poor, misguided souls!) but mine really are THE BEST!

No sooner had I crossed the threshold of my childhood home, all my childhood memories came RUSHING back. Because here was all the old familiar deco and scents rushing over to greet me.

My parents were in the "den" relaxing; mom in her small comfy chair and dad in his big ol Lay-Z-Boy recliner. They were both reading and relaxing and calm.

So, I hung out and stayed through a fine dinner consisting of tuna sandwiches, rice and dill pickles...D---LISH!!!

Before I had time to realize it, my once heavy heart was much, MUCH lighter. And it really helps to unburden oneself to SOMEONE who understands. Who loves you No Matter What. Unconditionally.

Who Says You Can't Go Home ( ok taken from one of the recent Bon Jovi album titles/songs... what can I say?!) That's a TOTAL FARCE! I can. And do. And LOVE it.

So next time you find it difficult to breathe, go home. And your home may not be your mom and/or dads. It's wherever HOME is to you.... it is, as they say, Where you hang your Heart. Where you breathe best and laugh hardest. !


" Let Not Your Hearts be Troubled"!!! For you can Always go HOME--- wherever that may be for you.

Hug your family!!!!


AND....

AND....
One last sentiment for the mean people who suck!

Labor Day Lounging

Labor Day Lounging
hanging with the pallies....

Still Daddy's Girl

Still Daddy's Girl
Me and Dad

Dad and I

Dad and I
at a family BBQ

Thoughts that bring a smile...

Thoughts that bring a smile...
The jeep and the in-laws

My Brothers and I

My Brothers and I
Last Christmas.... Theres No Place Like Home...