Things change and priorities shift as you get older. When you have kids they change even more. As a responsible adult, sometimes fun gets put on the back-burner and a once clear-head becomes non-existent. I miss that clear-head.Now I'm in my fifties (ugh) and I can't wait to see if this decade has changed me yet again.
It's so funny to see what I thought of the world at 12. That was 33 years ago! I can't believe I'm that old! Damn!
For the first 4 years of my life, my mom, my dad and I lived upstairs from my paternal grandmother (aka Nanoo) and my Aunt Mary (aka Mimi). We lived in 3 rooms. A large old-fashioned kitchen with a big white sink like you would see in the movie A Christmas Story, a large living... Continue Reading →
If you knew Phyllis, I think you'd agree.
My mommy is still here with me.
From Heaven or from right above.
She never stops giving me love.
My house and my yard are NEVER without a cute (and sometimes not so cute) animal invading my space. Ducks in the pool, squirrels on the patio, chipmunks in the bird feeder or cats sleeping between my legs. All of them - Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
Does anyone remember Stiff Stuff? It was the 1980s hairspray with the super hold - it was essentially hair glue. I bought it by the case and used it religiously.
So I get home and I have to deal with all the money sh**. Then... a giant cat fight! Hiss! Meow! Growl! Spit! I was ready to take the gas pipe!
f you're going to be stuck in the house in a blizzard, make sure you're snowed in with someone you actually like. This will not even ensure a good weekend as many things can go wrong and Saturday morning takes a nasty turn.
With Christmas around the corner I always get really melancholy. I sit and think and cry. Then cry some more.
As a sort of mental healing, I write about my mother. I write about her often.
I know a lot of people turn dead loved ones into saints - but with all her faults - I think my mom was pretty damn close. So I decided to re-post my blog, first written in January 2010. Here goes: