My BFF Linda and I have been friends for almost 42 years, give or take. I now live in Arizona, she's still in Nebraska. So we try to get together every year, either here or there. When she comes out here, sometimes we take a side trip. When she was here in 2012, we drove over to California.....with my husband John as our chauffeur. Bad idea. So this year, we tried again, sans John.
Much better.
We had no hotel reservations, no idea where the hell we were going, and only two definite plans: take the TMZ tour we missed the first time around and join the audience for a live taping of "The Talk" - a totally "chick" show. We left on Friday, Oct. 18 and headed to
San Diego.
The drive over there is relatively simple. Get in your car and head West on I-10 then get on I-8. Before you know it, you're there.
Unless you're talking the entire time. Then, while you're discussing driving through the many immigration check points, you accidentally drive through a weigh station. Yeah, I did. But we were courteous. We slowed down and gave them the "Queen in a parade" wave. I'm sure they thought we were idiots. We didn't care - we were having fun!
When we got to San Diego, we were looking for the PCH - Pacific Coast Highway. We wanted to drive up to LA with beach views all the way. Except...here's where a little planning may have come in handy.....the PCH doesn't go through San Diego. After looking for it for, say, an hour, we finally deciphered the map and were on our way.
First stop - Oceanside. Have I mentioned the first thing on my Bucket List is to live in California for at least a year before I die? I have now decided Oceanside is where I want to be. It's gorgeous. We walked out to the end of the Pier and had a shake, pie and brownies at Ruby's. Hey - we were on VACATION - nothing you eat on vacation has any calories. It's a beautiful city. I even spotted a house for sale that would do. It was turquoise and on the side of a hill overlooking the beach. However, the sign said 6.5 mil, so we just slowly drove past and sighed.
We chose a really nice LaQuinta Inn at a great price and settled in. Did you know that hotels now have Papa John's coupons on their plastic key cards? Yep - that was our dinner. And breakfast the next day!
Vacation-on-the-fly doesn't suck! More to come.......
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Camping in San Diego
I've never been very enthused about camping. I went once when I was first dating my husband. You know how you do shit you wouldn't normally do unless you were dating someone new and wanted to impress them? Yeah, I did that. We drove his pick up truck to some godforsaken park in Nebraska and picked a site. He unloaded his Dad's tent, shook it out and I swear a thousand dead crickets came flying out of it. Needless to say, I slept in the truck that night and never tried it again. That was about 17 years ago.
My idea of camping is driving an RV and parking it where I can see it from the window of the (insert luxury hotel brand name here) Hotel room we have for the night.
So when our friends Goat and Tammy asked us if we wanted to attend the annual San Diego Parrot Head anniversary party in San Diego at Campland, I was a little hesitant. After all, at that park in Nebraska the showers were horrible. You pushed the button and got 10 seconds of water. No use holding the button down, all you got was 10 seconds. When your hair is down to the middle of your back (yeah, baby, I was hot back then!), this method sucks. But we said yes in spite of my trepidation. MY trepidation.......hubby was chomping at the bit to camp by the beach.
Tammy rented an RV for us. We drove over to SD, parked our truck, and moved in to the RV. How conveeeeeeenient! It was all hooked up, all we had to do was unload our stuff and party. We brought the crock pot for a roast on Friday and all kinds of food and booze.
Much to my surprise, the showers (which were about a half a block down the street) were very nice. As a newbie, I appreciated the abundance of room in each little stall and was impressed with how clean they were.
Campland is an amazing place. All kinds of vehicles parked all over. That weekend, most of them were occupied by Parrot Heads. And decorated by Parrot Heads. What a bunch of creative people! I totally enjoyed myself all weekend. Met some super nice people and partied with old and new friends alike.
Best thing about partying with the Parrot Heads in Campland was being able to set up our canopy, card table & chairs and bring our own coolers Saturday night. There was live music in the grassy/stage area and the weather was outstanding.
Being Goat's partner in Euchre Saturday was a learning experience, as he intended. But partying with our friends was the very best part. We plan to go again next year. Honestly, I never thought I'd actually look forward to camping. Getting out of your comfort zone once in a while is a very good thing.
My idea of camping is driving an RV and parking it where I can see it from the window of the (insert luxury hotel brand name here) Hotel room we have for the night.
So when our friends Goat and Tammy asked us if we wanted to attend the annual San Diego Parrot Head anniversary party in San Diego at Campland, I was a little hesitant. After all, at that park in Nebraska the showers were horrible. You pushed the button and got 10 seconds of water. No use holding the button down, all you got was 10 seconds. When your hair is down to the middle of your back (yeah, baby, I was hot back then!), this method sucks. But we said yes in spite of my trepidation. MY trepidation.......hubby was chomping at the bit to camp by the beach.
Tammy rented an RV for us. We drove over to SD, parked our truck, and moved in to the RV. How conveeeeeeenient! It was all hooked up, all we had to do was unload our stuff and party. We brought the crock pot for a roast on Friday and all kinds of food and booze.
Much to my surprise, the showers (which were about a half a block down the street) were very nice. As a newbie, I appreciated the abundance of room in each little stall and was impressed with how clean they were.
Campland is an amazing place. All kinds of vehicles parked all over. That weekend, most of them were occupied by Parrot Heads. And decorated by Parrot Heads. What a bunch of creative people! I totally enjoyed myself all weekend. Met some super nice people and partied with old and new friends alike.
Best thing about partying with the Parrot Heads in Campland was being able to set up our canopy, card table & chairs and bring our own coolers Saturday night. There was live music in the grassy/stage area and the weather was outstanding.
Being Goat's partner in Euchre Saturday was a learning experience, as he intended. But partying with our friends was the very best part. We plan to go again next year. Honestly, I never thought I'd actually look forward to camping. Getting out of your comfort zone once in a while is a very good thing.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Dental follies
At the risk of sounding like everyone else, I hate going to the dentist. This probably stems from traumatic visits to Dr. Sofio in the 60's. Those big, black drills coming out of the ceiling scared the bejesus out of me. The noise was enough to make me shake in my tennies. So over the years I've avoided the dentist at all costs. And the result is typical - I now have horrible teeth. Meth-addict teeth. Well, maybe not that bad but close.
Last week, I got an abcess or infection or something in a tooth on my upper left side. All I know is it hurt like hell. So on Thursday I reluctantly called the dentist. This is the guy I went to see in 2009 thinking I was going to get them all yanked and get dentures. I chickened out after the initial consult. But now I needed some good anti-biotics to knock this out of my tooth. Unfortunately, every dentist in the city was at the Western Region Dental Conference in the Phoenix convention center. So I started popping 4 ibuprophen at a time for the pain. Friday night after having some nice crunchy fish for dinner (and chewing only on my right side), the pain was too much. Went to the Emergency Clinic by our house. John drove me over there since we had been out at dinner anyway.
Now I don't expect much from these clinics, especially on a Friday night. All I needed was the drugs! We get there and the nurse says it will be an hour before I can see a doctor. I can see John sweating and getting itchy so I take him home and go back by myself. Before I knew it, some young internist was taking my vitals and telling me the doc would be right in! Great!
Five minutes later, the door to the room slowly opens. In comes the doctor, and I use this term loosely. The guy is pushing a WALKER, weighs about 250, and has long, greasy grey hair combed back like some old hippie Santa. I counted three solid rolls of flab around his middle. This did NOT instill in me any medical confidence. I wouldn't have let that guy touch me with a 10 foot pole. All I wanted was for him to write the script and get me outta there. I simply can't imagine showing up there with a medical problem requiring any type of physical exam. I mean, seriously, it was like something freaky out of a B horror movie you watched in the 70's while smoking pot!
While I do not condone making fun of people with walkers and other serious problems, I DO think they should not be working as doctors in emergency clinics, especially on a Friday night. Needless to say, I got the script and raced to Fry's to get it filled. But I still couldn't erase the effects of the visit on my mental state. That image will forever be burned in my mind.
You just can't make this stuff up, people!
Last week, I got an abcess or infection or something in a tooth on my upper left side. All I know is it hurt like hell. So on Thursday I reluctantly called the dentist. This is the guy I went to see in 2009 thinking I was going to get them all yanked and get dentures. I chickened out after the initial consult. But now I needed some good anti-biotics to knock this out of my tooth. Unfortunately, every dentist in the city was at the Western Region Dental Conference in the Phoenix convention center. So I started popping 4 ibuprophen at a time for the pain. Friday night after having some nice crunchy fish for dinner (and chewing only on my right side), the pain was too much. Went to the Emergency Clinic by our house. John drove me over there since we had been out at dinner anyway.
Now I don't expect much from these clinics, especially on a Friday night. All I needed was the drugs! We get there and the nurse says it will be an hour before I can see a doctor. I can see John sweating and getting itchy so I take him home and go back by myself. Before I knew it, some young internist was taking my vitals and telling me the doc would be right in! Great!
Five minutes later, the door to the room slowly opens. In comes the doctor, and I use this term loosely. The guy is pushing a WALKER, weighs about 250, and has long, greasy grey hair combed back like some old hippie Santa. I counted three solid rolls of flab around his middle. This did NOT instill in me any medical confidence. I wouldn't have let that guy touch me with a 10 foot pole. All I wanted was for him to write the script and get me outta there. I simply can't imagine showing up there with a medical problem requiring any type of physical exam. I mean, seriously, it was like something freaky out of a B horror movie you watched in the 70's while smoking pot!
While I do not condone making fun of people with walkers and other serious problems, I DO think they should not be working as doctors in emergency clinics, especially on a Friday night. Needless to say, I got the script and raced to Fry's to get it filled. But I still couldn't erase the effects of the visit on my mental state. That image will forever be burned in my mind.
You just can't make this stuff up, people!
Thursday, February 2, 2012
New Clothes
I've been lucky enough for the past 20 or so years to have a job that doesn't require me to "dress up." I've become accustomed to wearing shorts, T shirts, flip flops and the occasional pair of jeans to work. I don't think I even own a dress now. It's gotten to the point where I feel a little phony when I have to dress for an event...wedding, funeral, or the like. And that just involves long black pants and a grown-up blouse!
But I get tired of the same old T shirts so every once in a while I get some new ones. This week I got an email from Crazy Shirts in Hawaii. I love their T shirts. They are good quality and stay soft after a lot of washings. I couldn't resist the offer of Free Shipping that was actually FREE with no minimum purchase. WOO HOO! So I checked out the clearance shirts first.
Right off the bat I found two long sleeved, colorful Ts. Yes, one even had a Peace symbol on it with seashells and turtles. Loved them both! Placed the order online and 2 days later, Mr. Fed Ex delivered them to my door at work.
I should have known this was too good to be true. Just let me ask this: In what alternate universe did Crazy Shirts devise their sizing chart? I normally wear an XL and I feel comfortable in it. I'm old so I don't really like to wear skin tight stuff. I'm going with "old" as opposed to "fat around the middle" so stay with me on this. As I tried on each shirt, I was happy to see that the sleeves were long enough. Sometimes I have problems with that. But when I pulled it all the way down, EEK!
I assume everyone that works at Crazy Shirts must be young, tanned and in incredible shape. And probably NONE of them wear anything larger than a medium. Sigh. Guess I should have shopped in the men's section instead of looking at the pretty colored, girly shirts. That's what I get for trying to get "dressy."
But I get tired of the same old T shirts so every once in a while I get some new ones. This week I got an email from Crazy Shirts in Hawaii. I love their T shirts. They are good quality and stay soft after a lot of washings. I couldn't resist the offer of Free Shipping that was actually FREE with no minimum purchase. WOO HOO! So I checked out the clearance shirts first.
Right off the bat I found two long sleeved, colorful Ts. Yes, one even had a Peace symbol on it with seashells and turtles. Loved them both! Placed the order online and 2 days later, Mr. Fed Ex delivered them to my door at work.
I should have known this was too good to be true. Just let me ask this: In what alternate universe did Crazy Shirts devise their sizing chart? I normally wear an XL and I feel comfortable in it. I'm old so I don't really like to wear skin tight stuff. I'm going with "old" as opposed to "fat around the middle" so stay with me on this. As I tried on each shirt, I was happy to see that the sleeves were long enough. Sometimes I have problems with that. But when I pulled it all the way down, EEK!
I assume everyone that works at Crazy Shirts must be young, tanned and in incredible shape. And probably NONE of them wear anything larger than a medium. Sigh. Guess I should have shopped in the men's section instead of looking at the pretty colored, girly shirts. That's what I get for trying to get "dressy."
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Naming Names
2012. New Year. Time to name names.
Over two years ago, their friend had a Garage Sale. They decided to help. There was a box of ceramic and other assorted clowns. Another friend said they heard a friend declare that he was deathly afraid of clowns. They were "creepy" and "freaked him out." That's all this friend needed. They took the clowns and proceeded with the plan.
They sent the clowns on holidays or for no reason. They sent them to places he was vacationing. They even sent them from far away places. But the modus operandi was always the same: each clown was carefully packaged with bubble wrap or packing peanuts, boxes were wrapped in decorative paper or plain brown paper. And there was never a return address.
Over the years, there were ceramic clowns, resin clowns, a Raggedy Ann-type doll clown, a roly poly clown playing a cello, actual bell clowns, clowns sitting on the ground, clowns sitting on boxes, and the most recent - a clown jack-in-the-box. The recipient posted pictures of them on Facebook. His friends lamented that his "tormentor" was a horrible person. How could someone do this to him? He's such a nice guy - he didn't deserve it.
Each box that arrived creeped him out even more. He had his roommate open the boxes.....he stored them in his garage. Curiously, he didn't dispose of them. Kept them all in his garage, even with the fear in the back of his mind that maybe some night they would rebel and come after him in his sleep.
Throughout all of this, he began to think that maybe, just maybe, his tormentor honestly liked him. After all, the clowns were packed with care, postage was spent to mail all of them, and really, nothing bad had ever come of it. He laughed and joked about them.
What he didn't realize was that his tormentor actually DID like him. They had started it out as a joke but didn't forsee that so many other people would be horrified. His Facebook friends called the sender "cruel" and "awful." Still the clowns kept coming.
A few people knew the truth. They shall remain nameless. But I know who the perpetrator is and I'm going to spill the beans. Do you think you know?
Over two years ago, their friend had a Garage Sale. They decided to help. There was a box of ceramic and other assorted clowns. Another friend said they heard a friend declare that he was deathly afraid of clowns. They were "creepy" and "freaked him out." That's all this friend needed. They took the clowns and proceeded with the plan.
They sent the clowns on holidays or for no reason. They sent them to places he was vacationing. They even sent them from far away places. But the modus operandi was always the same: each clown was carefully packaged with bubble wrap or packing peanuts, boxes were wrapped in decorative paper or plain brown paper. And there was never a return address.
Over the years, there were ceramic clowns, resin clowns, a Raggedy Ann-type doll clown, a roly poly clown playing a cello, actual bell clowns, clowns sitting on the ground, clowns sitting on boxes, and the most recent - a clown jack-in-the-box. The recipient posted pictures of them on Facebook. His friends lamented that his "tormentor" was a horrible person. How could someone do this to him? He's such a nice guy - he didn't deserve it.
Each box that arrived creeped him out even more. He had his roommate open the boxes.....he stored them in his garage. Curiously, he didn't dispose of them. Kept them all in his garage, even with the fear in the back of his mind that maybe some night they would rebel and come after him in his sleep.
Throughout all of this, he began to think that maybe, just maybe, his tormentor honestly liked him. After all, the clowns were packed with care, postage was spent to mail all of them, and really, nothing bad had ever come of it. He laughed and joked about them.
What he didn't realize was that his tormentor actually DID like him. They had started it out as a joke but didn't forsee that so many other people would be horrified. His Facebook friends called the sender "cruel" and "awful." Still the clowns kept coming.
A few people knew the truth. They shall remain nameless. But I know who the perpetrator is and I'm going to spill the beans. Do you think you know?
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Christmas Shoes
Most women love shoes...that's a given. I love shoes, too. But I REALLY love Christmas shoes. Ok, not really shoes - tennis shoes. Having a broadcast job affords me the luxury of not having to dress up every day. So tennis shoes and flip flops comprise the bulk of my shoe wardrobe.
Every year I trot out (pun intended) my 3 pairs of special holiday tennies. The first pair I ever purchased are Chuck Taylor high tops. For those of you fashion-challenged, Chuck Taylors are Converse brand. I was a little hesitant to purchase them because, after all, they can only be worn about a month out of the year. But they were on sale (it was August) so I bought them and left them in the box for 3 months. They're pretty snazzy - red, green, and gold stripes with gold thread intertwined. And of course, red shoe strings.
My second purchase is my favorite, I think. They're white Vans slip ons with skulls wearing Santa hats. Weird, I know, but I love them!
The third pair is another pair of Chucks, but low tops. They're white, too, with green Christmas trees and red shoe strings. These are the ones I was wearing the other day when the mailman came to my door with a large box. I couldn't get the front door unlocked (rusty?), so I told him I'd open the garage. As I'm standing there by the door waiting for it to go up, I hear him mutter, "nice shoes." Now due to the noise of the garage door going up, I couldn't tell if it was a real compliment or sarcasm, so I said, "Sorry, what did you say?" He smiled and said it again. Nice to know there are "older gentlemen" who can appreciate a cool pair of shoes. Or maybe he thought I caught his unflattering sarcasm and decided to change his mind.
Either way, I'm going with the appreciative old Dude. Merry Christmas to all!
Every year I trot out (pun intended) my 3 pairs of special holiday tennies. The first pair I ever purchased are Chuck Taylor high tops. For those of you fashion-challenged, Chuck Taylors are Converse brand. I was a little hesitant to purchase them because, after all, they can only be worn about a month out of the year. But they were on sale (it was August) so I bought them and left them in the box for 3 months. They're pretty snazzy - red, green, and gold stripes with gold thread intertwined. And of course, red shoe strings.
My second purchase is my favorite, I think. They're white Vans slip ons with skulls wearing Santa hats. Weird, I know, but I love them!
The third pair is another pair of Chucks, but low tops. They're white, too, with green Christmas trees and red shoe strings. These are the ones I was wearing the other day when the mailman came to my door with a large box. I couldn't get the front door unlocked (rusty?), so I told him I'd open the garage. As I'm standing there by the door waiting for it to go up, I hear him mutter, "nice shoes." Now due to the noise of the garage door going up, I couldn't tell if it was a real compliment or sarcasm, so I said, "Sorry, what did you say?" He smiled and said it again. Nice to know there are "older gentlemen" who can appreciate a cool pair of shoes. Or maybe he thought I caught his unflattering sarcasm and decided to change his mind.
Either way, I'm going with the appreciative old Dude. Merry Christmas to all!
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Christmas (again)
Since my last post, I have taken out my Christmas cards and updated the list. Even mailed out a few. That's it. No decorations up yet except a little tree that was Danny's. Probably won't be putting up any more stuff. Just not into it. Thought about lights outside, but if I can't talk John into doing it Thanksgiving weekend, then we won't do it. I didn't - and we didn't.
There is one (two) shining star in all this holiday stuff: Preston and Parker, our Grandkids. If it wasn't for them, I would probably skip Christmas completely this year. How can you not get in the Christmas mood just a little when you see this:
There is one (two) shining star in all this holiday stuff: Preston and Parker, our Grandkids. If it wasn't for them, I would probably skip Christmas completely this year. How can you not get in the Christmas mood just a little when you see this:
Brotherly love! Hope for the future. Those two little stinkers keep me smiling. Katy (their Mom) sent a bunch of pictures via Facebook and each one is cuter than the other. Almost makes me want to forego the freezing cold Winters and move back to Nebraska. Almost. But not quite. Grammies are supposed to live far away so when they finally get to see the Grandkids, they can spoil them rotten and then turn them back over to their parents, expecting all the spoiling that Grammies gave them! And we get to send them stuff in the mail for surprises, not only at Christmas but all year long.
Gee, I guess blog writing can be theraputic. Now I feel a little more Christmas-y just writing about the "Watson Boys" as they are called at home.
So tonight I will finish writing my Christmas cards and mail them tomorrow. Then maybe I'll shop a little for our Save The Family adopted family. That certainly makes me feel the Christmas spirit, too. And it makes me thankful for what I have.
Especially those two little angels!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Christmas Cards
It's that time of year again. The Holidays. I used to go all out at Christmas time. Lights outside, cards with that yearly update letter, decorations all inside the house. Last year I did nothing. Just couldn't after losing Danny in August. It was too soon. This year, I'm going to make the effort. It will never be the same, but one has to move forward.
So today I wrote my annual Christmas letter. Some of our friends actually told me they missed it last year. I try to make it funny and interesting. I don't tick off every little detail of what we've done the past year. Sometimes I add pictures. The thing is, I feel a little guilty. My life has continued without Danny. It's not fair.
Tonight I will have a Colorado Bulldog, get out my storage box of Christmas cards, and update my list. Over the years, I've saved some cards that were meaningful to me. I've saved all the picture cards - I've watched all my friends' kids grow up through those cards. There are some funny ones in there, too. It's a pretty big storage tub. Yeah, I'm a saver!
So tonight, Christmas season officially begins for me. Let's see if I make it through. Thank God for my husband, friends and family.
So today I wrote my annual Christmas letter. Some of our friends actually told me they missed it last year. I try to make it funny and interesting. I don't tick off every little detail of what we've done the past year. Sometimes I add pictures. The thing is, I feel a little guilty. My life has continued without Danny. It's not fair.
Tonight I will have a Colorado Bulldog, get out my storage box of Christmas cards, and update my list. Over the years, I've saved some cards that were meaningful to me. I've saved all the picture cards - I've watched all my friends' kids grow up through those cards. There are some funny ones in there, too. It's a pretty big storage tub. Yeah, I'm a saver!
So tonight, Christmas season officially begins for me. Let's see if I make it through. Thank God for my husband, friends and family.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Old Friend
I got a postcard (yes, in snail mail) from a very dear, old friend last week. We went to High School together and kept in touch for a few years. She had 5 kids and sent me yearly Christmas photos while they were growing up. Then as things sometimes go, we lost touch. I knew she had some health problems and had a stroke, and she contacted me last year when she heard my son had passed away.
I still have very fond memories of her and think about her often. So I was quite surprised to receive her card. She is in Omaha in an assisted living facility. She's had other health problems and has been in a wheel chair for a while. But her big news was that in February she had the lap band procedure and lost 100 pounds! I'm so happy for her! What an acomplishment.
I'm happy to hear that she gets together once a month with a couple of other gals we went to High School with, too. Hopefully, when I go back to Omaha again in March I can stop by and visit her.
I guess no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone in your circle of friends that has overcome something just as life-changing. It's good to have a lot of friends, whether you are constantly in touch or not.
I still have very fond memories of her and think about her often. So I was quite surprised to receive her card. She is in Omaha in an assisted living facility. She's had other health problems and has been in a wheel chair for a while. But her big news was that in February she had the lap band procedure and lost 100 pounds! I'm so happy for her! What an acomplishment.
I'm happy to hear that she gets together once a month with a couple of other gals we went to High School with, too. Hopefully, when I go back to Omaha again in March I can stop by and visit her.
I guess no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone in your circle of friends that has overcome something just as life-changing. It's good to have a lot of friends, whether you are constantly in touch or not.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Visiting Nebraska
John & I just returned from a visit to Nebraska. His mom and dad live in York and his daughter and her family live in Orchard. If you drive through Orchard and blink, you miss it. York is not much bigger.
Yet every time I visit our home state, I am amazed at how not much changes. It's almost like time has stopped moving forward. Everyone is friendly, most people still don't lock their doors, everyone knows everyone, and the one finger wave is alive and well.
Ah, the one finger wave! For those of you unfamiliar with it, the one finger wave is not what you might think. When you're driving the two lane highways and dirt roads you pass few vehicles. And those you pass are mostly pick up trucks with gun racks. But no matter what, the driver will have his hand on the wheel at 12 o'clock and will raise his index finger as if to wave at you, while tipping his head slightly. It's a friendly sign. A sign of acknowledgement. I guess maybe his way of saying "have a nice day." Whatever it means, I like it. It's a throw back to the past that has endured to the 21st century. When I think of people trying to do that here on I-10 during rush hour it makes me laugh. No index fingers are being extended around here!
I guess life it still a lot simpler and a little slower in the Midwest. And it's still a great place to raise kids. Of course, we have two of the most adorable grandkids and spending time with Preston and Parker is always a hoot. Where the 2 1/2 year old gets all that energy I will never know! Plus, we have an added extra - John's neice has a beautiful little daughter who is almost 4. Jaidyn is going to be breaking hearts all over town.
There's always so much I want to do when we go back and it seems like I never get to visit enough or eat enough of my favorite foods. We did visit Runza twice and thanks to a wonderful cleaning guy at Orsi's Italian Bakery in Omaha, I did get two loaves of my favorite bread in spite of them being closed that day! No one anywhere on this planet makes Italian bread better than Orsi's.
I really need a week or two to visit Nebraska. Maybe next time.
Yet every time I visit our home state, I am amazed at how not much changes. It's almost like time has stopped moving forward. Everyone is friendly, most people still don't lock their doors, everyone knows everyone, and the one finger wave is alive and well.
Ah, the one finger wave! For those of you unfamiliar with it, the one finger wave is not what you might think. When you're driving the two lane highways and dirt roads you pass few vehicles. And those you pass are mostly pick up trucks with gun racks. But no matter what, the driver will have his hand on the wheel at 12 o'clock and will raise his index finger as if to wave at you, while tipping his head slightly. It's a friendly sign. A sign of acknowledgement. I guess maybe his way of saying "have a nice day." Whatever it means, I like it. It's a throw back to the past that has endured to the 21st century. When I think of people trying to do that here on I-10 during rush hour it makes me laugh. No index fingers are being extended around here!
I guess life it still a lot simpler and a little slower in the Midwest. And it's still a great place to raise kids. Of course, we have two of the most adorable grandkids and spending time with Preston and Parker is always a hoot. Where the 2 1/2 year old gets all that energy I will never know! Plus, we have an added extra - John's neice has a beautiful little daughter who is almost 4. Jaidyn is going to be breaking hearts all over town.
There's always so much I want to do when we go back and it seems like I never get to visit enough or eat enough of my favorite foods. We did visit Runza twice and thanks to a wonderful cleaning guy at Orsi's Italian Bakery in Omaha, I did get two loaves of my favorite bread in spite of them being closed that day! No one anywhere on this planet makes Italian bread better than Orsi's.
I really need a week or two to visit Nebraska. Maybe next time.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Rest In Peace
My favorite Aunt, Prudy, passed away last Friday. She was 87. Her husband, my Uncle Bud, passed away July 17. He was 91. They had been married 69 years. You don't hear that too often now. Married for 69 years. And they were happy til the end. That old addage about how couples who have been together for so long, when one spouse passes the other follows soon after? Guess that applies here.
Oh, toward the end of Uncle Bud's life he experienced a little Altzheimer's and forgot some stuff. It made him crabby and Aunt Prudy complained to me about it. But not in a mean way. I know she loved him dearly til the end.
We had many phone conversations after I moved to Arizona. My mom (her sister) had passed away in May of 1998, so Aunt Prudy was sort of my replacement Mom. I'd check in with her to see how they were doing. They had a wonderful Retirement Home apartment and enjoyed living there. She'd tell me about her Bingo games and I'd tell her about my Parrot Head adventures. I think she got a big kick out of that.
I have so many fond memories of our family gatherings during the holidays. My Grandmother lived next door to us, so we'd all go over there for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Italians love to cook so we had everything from pizza and spaghetti to turkey and ham evey holiday! Family memories to cherish.
Rest in peace, Aunt Prudy and Uncle Bud, I will miss you both.
Oh, toward the end of Uncle Bud's life he experienced a little Altzheimer's and forgot some stuff. It made him crabby and Aunt Prudy complained to me about it. But not in a mean way. I know she loved him dearly til the end.
We had many phone conversations after I moved to Arizona. My mom (her sister) had passed away in May of 1998, so Aunt Prudy was sort of my replacement Mom. I'd check in with her to see how they were doing. They had a wonderful Retirement Home apartment and enjoyed living there. She'd tell me about her Bingo games and I'd tell her about my Parrot Head adventures. I think she got a big kick out of that.
I have so many fond memories of our family gatherings during the holidays. My Grandmother lived next door to us, so we'd all go over there for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Italians love to cook so we had everything from pizza and spaghetti to turkey and ham evey holiday! Family memories to cherish.
Rest in peace, Aunt Prudy and Uncle Bud, I will miss you both.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
A Magazine About Shopping?
I cleaned out my book case the other day and I came upon this "Shop, Etc." magazine from Nov. 2004. I thought to myself "Did I buy this? Why?" A magazine dedicated to shopping. I must have been having a really bad day. But, since I miss shopping with my friend in Omaha so much, I probably bought it to read it and then send to her. That way, we could shop together vicariously through this magazine. It was a November issue, so probably at the time it seemed like a very different Christmas gifty – not too expensive and yet priceless in the thought it conveyed. In retrospect, not as cool as the first impression.
So I sat down to read it cover to cover. Much to my surprise (was I really THAT surprised?), it's geared to 20-something, independently wealthy, skinny bee-atches.
Ah yes, the obligatory $295 soft, LUXE Cynthia Steffe cardigan – the ULTIMATE must-have piece to take me from day to night (p 173). I think my Margaritaville sweatshirt does that quite nicely, thank you very much. What the hell is LUXE, anyway? DE-luxe? And while we're on the subject of changing words, when did they delete the second "f" from FIFTH? Have you noticed now it's the "fith" of the month instead of the "fifth?" But, I digress……………….
THANK GOD they reminded me it's Time to Change my Fragrance (p 135). What would I have done had someone caught me still wearing my Avon Night Magic Evening Musk? That's SO 80's!
And, last but not least, how will I EVER live without the $1,295 Paul Smith "Love" Needlepoint Wall hanging (p 87)? At my age, that's the last thing I need glaring at my friends when they visit.....I can hear it now "Isn't that an icon from the 60's?" How would I explain that I actually liked that icon when I was in high school when they all think I'm only 45??!!
In short, I can't believe I actually shelled out cash for that magazine. In my haste to rekindle the feeling of cammeraderie Linda and I shared during our numerous shopping excursions, I probably sold out to the glossy come-on promises of a shallow magazine cover. Silly me. That's what I get for shopping at Wal Mart.
Friday, September 30, 2011
SOCK MONKEYS!
When my son Dan was sick, I bought him a red sock monkey with a heart on it. That was in about March - it was on sale after Valentine's Day. He absolutely loved it and kept it by his bed in his apt. Yes, he was 39 but he knew his mom was a little weird and wanted to cheer him up. So since then I've been seeing them all over. I got some sock monkey socks and even a pair of Nick and Nora flannel pajamas with Christmas sock monkeys at Goodwill for $2.50! (Which I promptly ended up selling on Ebay for $17.00!)
So the other day I was at Kohl's and saw this end cap of Nutcrackers. I'm still looking for a tropical one - maybe with some palm trees or parrots or something - when low and behold what do I see? A sock monkey nutcracker! Of course I swooped on it because there were only 4, one of which was all intact. The others had something broken on each one. Who'da thunk I'd ever find something like that? Needless to say, it's going to be on my desk all year long because it reminds me of Dan.
It's funny how when you lose someone you love, little things seem to bring them closer to you. Some days I think about him a lot and miss him terribly. Other days I am OK with the fact that he is no longer suffering and he's in a much happier place. I guess you just have to go with the flow. Life goes on, or so they say.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Neighbors
Why is it that one neighbor can turn a perfectly good neighborhood into "the 'hood?"
My next door neighbor is a single (or probably divorced) woman with two absolutely worthless teenagers. Their front yard is dirt which can grow nothing but 3 feet tall weeds. They do have a nice stand of about 3 big bouganvillas that bloom a beautiful red but underneath them is a huge cardboard box and other assorted trash she and her able-bodied kids are too lazy to remove.
Don't get me started on the cars. There are two what my Dad used to call "gun boats" in her driveway. One of them is a dark grey and has not only weeds growing all around it but now some guy is using it for parts, which he leaves on the driveway underneath the back end. Lovely. The other car is white - I suspect - and at least she drives it once in a while.
Did I mention she has an old refrigerator on her front porch? I saw them deliver a new one so maybe she's just keeping this one for sentimental reasons.
And her back yard. My husband and I consider our back yard/patio to be our little slice of Paradise. We watch TV outside all year long, enjoy our pool, and have parties for our friends. I'm ashamed to have people look over the wall and see that green, bug infested pool in her back yard. There is icky stuff floating in it! I've been calling the City of Mesa people since 2004 (yes, I keep records!) and so far....nothing. They can't even make her empty it. And no one uses it....ever. We've lived there almost 10 years and I've never once seen her or her kids in that dank tank.
We are very fortunate that the rest of our neighbors - across the street and next to us on the other side - are wonderful people who make the effort to keep our neighborhood nice. None of us has a perfect yard or home, but it just takes one really bad one to spoil the overall ambiance. Can't afford to move so we tolerate our token tenement.
My next door neighbor is a single (or probably divorced) woman with two absolutely worthless teenagers. Their front yard is dirt which can grow nothing but 3 feet tall weeds. They do have a nice stand of about 3 big bouganvillas that bloom a beautiful red but underneath them is a huge cardboard box and other assorted trash she and her able-bodied kids are too lazy to remove.
Don't get me started on the cars. There are two what my Dad used to call "gun boats" in her driveway. One of them is a dark grey and has not only weeds growing all around it but now some guy is using it for parts, which he leaves on the driveway underneath the back end. Lovely. The other car is white - I suspect - and at least she drives it once in a while.
Did I mention she has an old refrigerator on her front porch? I saw them deliver a new one so maybe she's just keeping this one for sentimental reasons.
And her back yard. My husband and I consider our back yard/patio to be our little slice of Paradise. We watch TV outside all year long, enjoy our pool, and have parties for our friends. I'm ashamed to have people look over the wall and see that green, bug infested pool in her back yard. There is icky stuff floating in it! I've been calling the City of Mesa people since 2004 (yes, I keep records!) and so far....nothing. They can't even make her empty it. And no one uses it....ever. We've lived there almost 10 years and I've never once seen her or her kids in that dank tank.
We are very fortunate that the rest of our neighbors - across the street and next to us on the other side - are wonderful people who make the effort to keep our neighborhood nice. None of us has a perfect yard or home, but it just takes one really bad one to spoil the overall ambiance. Can't afford to move so we tolerate our token tenement.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
New TV Shows
One of my friends posted on Facebook that she must be old because she's looking forward to the new Fall TV shows. Then I guess that includes me.
So far, I've loved the new "2 1/2 Men." Especially the fact that Ashton Kutcher is comfy without wearing any clothes. I, too, am comfortable with him not wearing any clothes! Damn pixilation - spoils everything. If that show was on HBO, I'd start paying up, that's for sure.
"2 Broke Girls" was pretty funny. Imagine a formerly rich girl actually thinking about starting her own business. I think I'm going to like this one.
Wasn't that crazy about "New Girl." She was annoying.
I don't think I'll be able to sit through "X Factor." I was kind of happy to see Simon Cowell leave "American Idol" and I'm in no hurry to begin that arduous process until January.
Other new reality shows: not on my radar. Guess I'm a sitcom girl at heart. Throw in a few "Bones" and "Law and Orders" and I'm content.
And I've waited all Summer to find out whose picture DiNozzo was looking at in that Super Secret file on "NCIS." Now that I know (and my guess was incorrect) I can settle in to the most popular show on TV. How does Mark Harmon stay so cute and cuddly?
And who didn't want to know what happened when Jax and the SOA boys got out of the slammer? The new Sheriff in town is a nasty dude. But I think he's going to get real tired of the Mayor's crap very soon. We'll see.
The new shows and returning favorites should keep John and me quite content on the patio this Winter, propane heater blazing and hot toddies in hand. Dare I say it? Life is good.
So far, I've loved the new "2 1/2 Men." Especially the fact that Ashton Kutcher is comfy without wearing any clothes. I, too, am comfortable with him not wearing any clothes! Damn pixilation - spoils everything. If that show was on HBO, I'd start paying up, that's for sure.
"2 Broke Girls" was pretty funny. Imagine a formerly rich girl actually thinking about starting her own business. I think I'm going to like this one.
Wasn't that crazy about "New Girl." She was annoying.
I don't think I'll be able to sit through "X Factor." I was kind of happy to see Simon Cowell leave "American Idol" and I'm in no hurry to begin that arduous process until January.
Other new reality shows: not on my radar. Guess I'm a sitcom girl at heart. Throw in a few "Bones" and "Law and Orders" and I'm content.
And I've waited all Summer to find out whose picture DiNozzo was looking at in that Super Secret file on "NCIS." Now that I know (and my guess was incorrect) I can settle in to the most popular show on TV. How does Mark Harmon stay so cute and cuddly?
And who didn't want to know what happened when Jax and the SOA boys got out of the slammer? The new Sheriff in town is a nasty dude. But I think he's going to get real tired of the Mayor's crap very soon. We'll see.
The new shows and returning favorites should keep John and me quite content on the patio this Winter, propane heater blazing and hot toddies in hand. Dare I say it? Life is good.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My First Blog
WOO HOO! My first blog. Sounds like it should be a Hallmark Christmas ornament.
I'm new to this blogging thing. But I've read a lot of them, mostly through Facebook postings from friends passing on new Blogs they like. I hope I have time left to write my thoughts.
Getting old sucks. Especially after you've had a "mandatory" triple bypass. It was a good thing, probably saved my life. But during the recuperation period, I lost my 39 year old son to cancer. So 2010 was not a good year.
But life goes on. You get older and then you realize you have no one that cares what you leave behind. What happens when I die? My husband certainly doesn't want any of my crap from my past life. My son probably would have looked through it, gotten a few laughs, saved a couple of things, and then what? I've come to the realization that all the stuff I have means nothing any more. Some good memories, yes, but those are in my head and heart. Maybe I should keep all my stuff in case I get Altzheimer's so I will remember who's who in my past! Who am I kidding? Not gonna happen.
Wait - I'm getting too maudlin. Blogging should be more fun. Enough with the whining about getting old sucking. Sometimes it really ROCKS! When you're old, you can do and say whatever you want and people either laugh and say you're cute or laugh and say you're old. Win-win situation! I definitely like to make people laugh. No sound is better than laughter, especially when I am the one causing it. I always felt that it was much better to have people laugh at me than to laugh at someone who can't take it and doesn't deserve it. Like people who are "different" for whatever reason. None of us is perfect and to laugh at life's imperfections, no matter how slight or obvious they are, is just not right.
So stay tuned to my blog. Pass it on to others. Hopefully, it will make you laugh or even cry. I just think it's time for me to blab on a blog. Thanks for reading!
I'm new to this blogging thing. But I've read a lot of them, mostly through Facebook postings from friends passing on new Blogs they like. I hope I have time left to write my thoughts.
Getting old sucks. Especially after you've had a "mandatory" triple bypass. It was a good thing, probably saved my life. But during the recuperation period, I lost my 39 year old son to cancer. So 2010 was not a good year.
But life goes on. You get older and then you realize you have no one that cares what you leave behind. What happens when I die? My husband certainly doesn't want any of my crap from my past life. My son probably would have looked through it, gotten a few laughs, saved a couple of things, and then what? I've come to the realization that all the stuff I have means nothing any more. Some good memories, yes, but those are in my head and heart. Maybe I should keep all my stuff in case I get Altzheimer's so I will remember who's who in my past! Who am I kidding? Not gonna happen.
Wait - I'm getting too maudlin. Blogging should be more fun. Enough with the whining about getting old sucking. Sometimes it really ROCKS! When you're old, you can do and say whatever you want and people either laugh and say you're cute or laugh and say you're old. Win-win situation! I definitely like to make people laugh. No sound is better than laughter, especially when I am the one causing it. I always felt that it was much better to have people laugh at me than to laugh at someone who can't take it and doesn't deserve it. Like people who are "different" for whatever reason. None of us is perfect and to laugh at life's imperfections, no matter how slight or obvious they are, is just not right.
So stay tuned to my blog. Pass it on to others. Hopefully, it will make you laugh or even cry. I just think it's time for me to blab on a blog. Thanks for reading!
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