Monthly Archives: March 2014

I Have No Idea How I Got Here

On Friday I scheduled a tire rotation for the hubster’s TRUCK, and I volunteered to take the TRUCK in and let him sleep in a little later.

What can I say? I’m a nice guy.

Anyway, imagine my surprise, when halfway to the tire place for the rotation of the TRUCK tires, I look around the cab of the vehicle and realize…

…I was in my car.

And, I have no idea how I got there.


Pretty Sure I’ve Said This a Time or Twelve

…but I have fibromyalgia

As do millions of people.

It’s not who I am, it’s what I have.

But some days, it defines me and I struggle to get through the day.

It’s on those days I find comfort in knowing there are others out there like me.

And for my fellow sufferers, I offer this:

voices of fibro

Go visit and ‘Like’ Haullie’s Facebook page, and know you are not alone.

Very gentle hugs, my friends.

Ima helper here

I know so many of you are suffering seasonal allergies.  There’s enough red noses out there to make W.C. Fields proud.

Go, go look up W.C. Fields.

I’ll wait.

*finds thread on jacket, pulls…sigh…now wonders if she can fix hole in jacket*

Welcome back.

Anyone have  a needle and white thread?


As I was saying, allergies…BLECH!

But, have no fear I have a helpful solution.

Auntie Awesomesauciness’ Guide to Clearing Sinuses

Step 1: Take a large mouthful of water, tea, soda, juice, or any of your favorite beverages.

Step 2:

funky music

*hands reader a towel…and a mop*

You’re welcome.

It’s Not Mother’s Day, but….

I was clearing out some files on my computer when I ran across this letter I wrote to my kids last year.  Some of it was borrowed from other resources, but all of it is heartfelt and true.

Feel free to take it and customize it to fit your family.


Bottom of Form

Dear Children,

Mother’s Day is coming up, and I thought I should tell you what I really want, this year and every year after; it’s pretty simple really.

I want you to be a decent human being.

I want you to be who you are, but don’t be a jerk.

I want you to follow your passion.

I want you to work hard at everything you do, because life is too short not to give it everything you’ve got.

I want you to ask for help when you need it.

I want you to help others when they need it.

When you screw up, and you will, more than once, I want you to own it, because it’s the screw-ups that make the victories sweeter.

I want you to know that even when we are angry at each other, I will never stop loving you.

I want you to feed your curiosity, and never lose your childlike view of new things.

I want you to find a way to do what you love, and realize that that might look different than you originally thought.

I want you to respect everyone.

I want you to know that you are flawed and you are extraordinary. There is no one else like you.  Don’t forget that.

I want you to know that I would lay down my life for you in Lily Potter fashion any day of the week.

I want you to look up ‘Lily Potter’.  Also, if you  have to look it up I want you to read more.

I want you to know love, and understand sometimes it means you will be hurt.

I want you to relax and not feel guilty about it.

I want you to know life can be brutally hard sometimes.

I want you to know that you can choose happiness even when the dark side offers you cookies.

See, simple.



I Accidentally Prove My Point

The convo after one of the Dallas Stars hockey player ‘died’ on the bench before the game the other night between the hubs and I went something like this:

Hubs: So, isn’t that what you have? An irregular heartbeat?

Me: Well, yeah, sort of. But I take meds.

Hubs: So does he.

Me: And, I’m as careful as I can be about it.

Hubs: The dude’s surrounded by trainers and doctors. He can’t fart without someone analyzing it.

Me: Yes, but he’s young and thinks he’s invincible.

Hubs: And he’s an athlete!

Me: And you wonder why I don’t work out more often.

I believe I’ve just made the case for couch-potatoism. My work here is done.

p.s. I’m not making light of anyone’s health issues, and being a couch potato is not right for everyone – consult your physician first.

p.p.s. The player is recovering nicely, and I’m happy for  him and his family.

p.p.p.s. I don’t have anything else to say, I just wanted to type another post-script.

It’s Not Just Fat Tuesday…

…a day for which I am amply prepared year-round.

Oh no, kids…it’s also Paczki Day!

Celebrate with me…

This little baby contains 500 calories, but who cares?

This little baby contains 500 calories, but who cares?

So after the paczki, we can work off the extra calories by racing to the top of the stairs and out onto our balconies in N’awlins, and throw beads at people.

See, here I thought that was a Mardi Gras tradition, and all this time it was people working off the pile o’ paczkis they ate.

It’s all in preparation for Lent, a very important religious observance for some.  My husband suggested we participate in Lent this year.  I don’t know why, we aren’t Catholic.  I told him I was all for it, and suggested we give up ‘sacrifice’ for Lent.

I sacrifice paczki all year long.  I think, during Lent, I should give up that particular sacrifice.  I also sacrifice leisure time for work, I’d like to reverse that trend, too.

He walked away muttering to himself about how I don’t understand the concept.

Clearly, the man does not understand the concept of ‘sacrifice’.