Sunday, November 15, 2015


I know I have not been here all year, but I decided to share my last video from YouTube.

I subscribe to Ipsy - which is a monthly subscription for $10. They send you 5 beauty items. I am loving it !!

Yes, I know the camera should be turned the other way, but I couldn't do it that way today. 

Thank you for watching.    MY REFERAL LINK 


The items I received this month. 

Coolway - Stronghold Spray - no price found 

Smashbox Cosmetics - Full Exposure Mascara  - $20.00

Beaute Basics - Gel Eyeliner with Gel Eyeliner Brush - navy   item not found on site

Crown Brush - Deluxe Pointed Crease Brush  $4.95

DERMELECT - 'ME' Peptide Infused Lacquer - Commando  - $14.00

I hope to be back to post soon. 

Much love  :) 

Thursday, January 8, 2015

A week in photos

Yes, it's been a long time. 
I still don't have anything to say.
A dear friend has inspired me to write again, so I came to dust off the blog. 

Until the writing begins, I will leave you with photos. 

7 days - 7 photos 

Perhaps next week I will follow a theme. 
We shall see. 

Random photo for day 7 is what happens when the day ends and you haven't picked up the camera. 

This hand belongs to the luckiest man in the world. 
This hand stole birthday cupcakes before they were frosted. 

Monday, September 15, 2014

We all have secrets

A little story I am working on.

  In my small bathroom, hidden behind the locked door, I freed my wounds and stared at them. These were the same hands that had zealously gathered blackberries with my grandpa and had been toughened by the thorns. My "giftly tools". Nightly baths would soften my tender tips so that the morning sun could take me back to my grandpa's side in the garden.Helping on the farm had prepared me early for disappointment, as well as the importance of patience. I thought back to the planting of my first tree.

 "But grandpa, you said it would grow! You promised!" I stammered with shaking lips and wrinkled brows. Blonde curls stuck to my forehead from my sweaty attempt to be a tree grower. I looked first at the two foot tree that I had watched daily for weeks, then up at my grandpa's face to wait for his answer. His callused hand rested on my shoulder and he was close enough for me to smell his hard working body.

 "Listen, Little One." And he stayed quiet like he always did when he wanted to be sure I was paying attention."You have the seed, right?" I looked down at the ground and nodded my head, but refused to speak. My eyes swelled up behind the lids with determined tears, and like the big girl that I was, I held them in. "And I gave you the tools, correct?" I sighed and nodded my head again. "The rest is up to you. It won't be 'your' tree unless you do the work. And it won't grow overnight."

My  young body slumped as I realized that even if my grandpa did have a secret tree growing method, he wasn't sharing it with me. My grandpa didn't hear my final words that day because I had whispered  them just low enough so that he couldn't hear me.

 I repeated those words now into my mirror with those same swelled eyes. "We all have secrets, grandpa."

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

It's never as good as the first cup

Shuffling my songs and using the first line as my writing prompt.
Song = Bubbly
Artist = Colbie Caillat
First line = "I've been awake for a while now. "
The alarm goes off at 5 am and he rises from our bed, leaving me snuggled under the blankets for 15 more minutes. After he dresses and prepares our morning toast and coffee, he wakes me with his soft words. "I have coffee for you, my love." The same seven words that wake me every morning. The seven words that I will never tire of hearing. 

We spend about 30 minutes together before he leaves for golf. Some days I am not far behind, as I head downstairs to my job. Today is not one of those days. Today I will relax and give my back one more day to heal. I will refill my coffee cup and smile as I think of him and wonder why the second cup never tastes as good as the first. It must be his touch that makes it so special and unable to replicate.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Ten things I never told my mom

Today I am sharing a few secrets that I never told my mother.

In no particular order.


I puffed on my first cigarette when I was about 10 years old. My friend took one from her grandma's pack and we smoked it in the back yard.

When I was in junior high I thought it was neat that I got attention for having a sprained ankle, so I rubbed my ankle against the edge of our cement stairs and tried to make it sore enough to need an ace wrap. (it didn't work)

 Once, I took $10 from my mom's purse, and I let my brother get blamed for it.

In 9th grade, at our last gymnastics meet, I told the coach that I was sick, because I was tired of only competing against one other girl in competitions. It ruined my chances of getting acknowledged at the year-end athletes banquet.

When I was a cheerleader, the captain approached me and said that the other cheerleaders complained that I smelled bad and maybe I needed to wash my uniform or take a shower more often. I was crushed.

One time I got so mad at a family down the street that me and a friend snuck out, when she was spending the night, and dumped a whole bunch of kitchen spices and condiments into their gas tank.

  When I was in high school, I joined some classmates at Godfather's pizza after a football game. Weeks later I found a nasty note in my purse that some of the girls had written to me that night, in my own notebook.

When I was left at a concert in 11th grade I got into a van with some "roadies". I thought they were going to take me home, but the driver got on the ramp to the Interstate and was heading out of town. They stopped and let me out of the van after I started freaking out. I ran, in the dark, for nearly a mile (or seemed like it), to a hotel, and called my father to pick me up.

I used to smoke in my bedroom and blow the smoke out through the window screen and when that got old I just took out the window screen and climbed out to smoke on the front porch.

My father had a collection of dirty paperback books that he kept in the bathroom cabinet, under the sink. I used to take them to my room and read them. This is how I learned to speed read.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Buffalo Pork Meatballs


Today I saw a recipe for buffalo chicken meatballs, but I altered it so much, I ended up with a brand new recipe. These meatballs are delicious !! 


prep time : 10 minutes
cook time : 20 minutes (350F)
yield : 36 meatballs


1 pound ground pork
1 egg
3/4 cup breadcrumbs
1-2 carrots
1/4 onion or more
1 small yellow squash
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup hot sauce, divided  (recipe at bottom)
1 tablespoon butter


Preheat oven to 350F
Line cookie sheet with foil and coat with nonstick spray
Cut the carrot, onion, and squash into large chunks and place in blender or food processor
Pulse into small bits
In a large bowl, combine the vegetable mixture, pork, egg, breadcrumbs, garlic powder, salt, and 1/2 the hot sauce Gently fold together to combine, but don't over-mix
Form the mixture into small meatballs. The recipe I saw said 24, but I was able to get 36
Bake for 20-25 minutes
Add the butter to the remaining hot sauce. Add more butter if you want a milder sauce. Use this to drizzle over your meatballs when serving.

Hot sauce :
2 Tablespoon cayenne pepper
1/3 cup vinegar
3 tablespoons water
1/4 teaspoon salt

mix well

Refashioned some pajamas

 I had such a good day today, doing something that I have not done in ages.

 Today, I sewed.

A few days ago I went to Kmart and found some Joe Boxer pajamas on clearance for $1.99. I decided to buy three sets, but since I live in sunny (usually) Florida, and because they were extra large sizes, I knew that I would have to alter them a bit.

Today I didn't have to work, so I got right down to business.

Here is a photo of the pajama bottoms. A little big don't you think?
(added photo again after it was deleted somehow)

I tried them on, inside out, marked them, and made my first cut. There was no turning back now !

I got out the iron, and pinned the hem in place.

They were now perfect in length, and it was time to tackle the waist and sides.

It felt so great to try them on and see how well they fit.

I had a few options for making a top, but I really couldn't decide what I wanted to do, and I wasn't ready to cut into that remaining checkered fabric. After looking through my sewing box, I came across this black turtle neck that had been in the closet for years.

I know it looks like my shorts are uneven, but they must have been bunched up.   whoops !

I cut off the sleeves and used the bottom cuffs of the bottoms to add a little trim.
I got rid of that turtle neck and did a quick blind stitch around the neck line.
I also took the shoulder seam down a few inches.

 Loving my new lounge wear !

I have a lot of material left to play with, so stay tuned.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Starting Over – 100 Word Song

Every stinking time I leave a comment on a blog post the Google thing wants me to share my last post and it is downright depressing because the previous post is nothing more than a blah blah blah post about ranch dressing (no offense Kraft).

 It was past time to write something new, so here it is.

Tonight I found myself on this blog called My blog can beat up your blog. You know you would have clicked it too.

I do love a challenge and there was one staring at me.

My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog

The challenge was to write 100 words inspired by John Lennon’s Starting Over.

Starting over?

No thank you, John Lennon. I don't want to.

Things are perfect just the way they are.

If it's not broken, don't fix it, isn't that what they say?

He says that our love is special; hasn't it always been?

Ten years of growing with him at my side. 

Yes, time does fly by so quickly, but it also stands still.

That touch. That look. That smile.

Time stands still.

My wings are clipped. Nowhere to fly.

 Forgive me world.

I am preoccupied right now with his love.

Absorbed with being in love with him.

Not starting over.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Crowdtap - Hidden Valley® Ranch Fest

Blogger is giving me errors, so this will be quick. Why does this happen when I am on a deadline?


  Many weeks ago I received my Hidden Valley® Ranch Fest party pack through Crowdtap. My original party was scheduled for mid-November, but it had to be changed because the package had been delayed. It included a Hidden Valley Team Ranch T-shirt, that I thought was way too small for any of my guests. It was quite a surprise when I realized that it fit me. I'll even share a photo later to prove it. Me, a small? I'll take it !

The party pack was full of goodness. A bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch Original Dressing, which arrived just as we were running out in the house. SCORE !

 As Crowdtap would say, "It's time to tap that."

Look at all that yumminess.

There was a packet of Hidden Valley Original Salad Dressing and Seasoning Mix, a packet of Hidden Valley Original Ranch Dips Mix, packets of Hidden Valley Farmhouse Originals Italian with Herbs Dressing, and a party insert with activities, recipes, and a coupon. It also came with samples for my guests, inserts with coupons, and a surprise gift. The surprise gift were two very handy chip clips. The luckiest man in the world even commented on how sturdy they were, and he knows his chip clips.

 (shown here with my carrots)

As I already said, my first scheduled party was canceled and I was a little bummed about that. We were having a luncheon at work and the boss was letting me bring my ranch party there.

It was getting closer to the deadline for this gathering and I just couldn't get anybody to commit to coming. People sure are busy during Christmas time, and it made it a bit hard to get them together. There was food to be made and fun to be had, so I whipped up some snack ideas and invited my peeps to stop by for a taste.

First we had the traditional carrots and dip and chips and dip.


I didn't have a lot to offer for salads, so I displayed the items in a fun way. Yes, I play with my food. Three of my guests ate the "faces" and left the salad plain. I tossed mine all in the bowl and smothered it with added ranch dressing.


I tried two different ideas with potatoes. I sliced a few, coated with oil, and baked in the oven. They were topped with salsa, sour cream, and cheese, and of course dipped in ranch dip.

These were a big hit.

The guest inserts included some great recipes, so I gave those a try as well.

Original Ranch Roasted Potatoes
1/4 cup vegetable oil
    1 package Hidden Valley Original Ranch Salad Dressing & Seasoning Mix
     2 pounds small red potatoes quartered

Place the potatoes and oil in a ziploc bag. Shake. Add the salad dressing mix and shake again. Bake at 450 for 30-35 minutes.

I used russet potatoes and they came out delicious !


Here is the other recipe that looked too tempting to pass up.

Seasoned Popcorn
Sprinkle buttered popcorn with  Hidden Valley Original Ranch Salad Dressing & Seasoning Mix

Super easy and I can't believe that I have never tried it before. It is a new favorite of mine.

Everyone seemed to like the popcorn. I came back to take a photo and this is what I found.

You can find more recipes on their site.


Dear Crowdtap, The next time I have a party I promise to invite people who love the camera as much as I do. Spoil sports !!

I received my Hidden Valley® Ranch Fest party pack through Crowdtap. This review contains my honest opinions, which I was not compensated for in any way.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

It's my first time - Ketchup With Us

 Ketchup With Us
I am joining in this week  with Michele and Mel, who do a great job keeping me entertained. You should really check them out.
'KETCHUP WITH US' - Prompt 32 
 Please link up a holiday post, old or new. 
Piece of cake. But not fruitcake. 
Here is my flashback from around 1996. This is my youngest daughter. You have to excuse my singing, but her expressions make it worth it in my opinion.

I had no idea what she was doing.
 To understand a little more what "ketchup with us" is about you can go here.
Come 'Ketchup With Us' on the 1st and 15th of every month in 57 words or less. We look forward to seeing you there!

Saturday, December 7, 2013

I took it to the beach


I am in the middle of a new Mamavation two week challenge. You may remember me talking about mamavation in the past. I can't remember how many of these challenges I have done, but they have always given me a great boost. Click the link if you are interested. There is so much information about food, health, and fitness.

Tuesday is my day off from work and it was day two of the challenge. I watched the clock move through the day and yet I didn't move off of the couch. Morning came and went. The afternoon came and was going fast. It was very easy for me to think of reasons why I could not workout.

Finally, around 3pm, I dug in and decided that I was going to do it. Not only was I going to get this workout done, but I had a brainstorm to do it on the beach. It had been days since I had been out there.

 The luckiest man in the world was home sick with a cold, so I kissed his cheek and prepared to head out. My head was spinning as I tried to think of what I needed and the best way to take it with me. Perhaps I was procrastinating a little.

With my backpack filled, I was ready to go.

 As soon as I started the 1.5 mile walk to my favorite place, I was regretting my decision to do this. The backpack felt like it weighed 15 pounds, although I knew it could only be half of that. Each step brought me closer to my destination and just a little more excited to do this.

 Here is the view that I had when I arrived.

 I emptied my backpack on the wall and stalled  took inventory.
Immediately I realized that I had left the cheat sheet at home that I had so carefully prepared to take with me. How would I know what my workout was without it? A part of me was excited that I wouldn't be able to do my workout. Can't possibly do it if I don't know the moves right?
There it was, still at home, waiting to be picked up. 
 My phone does not work very well when I am out on the beach, especially when I am trespassing on Air Force land. (fist pump and much love to the Air Force and all military) I figured it couldn't hurt to try, so I crossed my fingers and tried to log into the mamavation site. 

 What a bummer nice suprise to see that it worked and I was able to download the workout. Now I was truly excited and rather proud of myself for getting it. I even took a screenshot of the page, in case I lost Internet.
The workout started with foot fires for 90 seconds.
My naked toes love the sand.
There is a wall that stands about 3.5 foot tall, and that is what I used for the pushups and triceps pushups.
I only brought my 3 pound weights with me (I'm not crazy). Because of this I actually did 2 variations of the shoulder presses and dumbell curls.


 By the end of the three sets I was feeling GREAT !! I took a few more pictures and then I took a little run. (and by little, I mean I set up the camera and ran a big circle)

The sun was setting fast, and I knew it would get colder and dark soon, so I gathered up my things and headed back. Instead of putting the weights in the backpack I carried them in my hands and it made for a very nice extra boost for the 1.5 mile walk back home.
 I am so glad that I did this workout on the beach, and proud of myself for not getting distracted by the scenery.
Farewell sun; see you next time.
* today I did the same workout at home, using my 6 pound weights, and it felt pretty darn good.


Monday, November 25, 2013

They sure look alike

I think that Karl Urban from Almost Human is
 David Hasselhoff's illegitimate child. 
Just saying.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Her words took me there in an instant

I was reading a blog today and the woman had mentioned memories of when she was abused as a child.
She talks about "folding into a shell" and instantly I am there again, down on the shower floor, curled into a ball, screaming for the pain in my heart to be healed.

Many times I would use the shower to drown out my screams.
I would cry long after the water ran cold and my fingers ached from staying clenched with a mixture of anger and sadness combined.

I was not abused in the way that this woman was; but abused I was.

Emotionally - mentally - physically abused by a WEAK man.

He wounded my soul, but he didn't destroy it.

I carry maroon scars, deep inside.

Her words took me there in an instant and now I blink back tears of the memories.

It was a lifetime ago and still so real in my
mind when I let it return.

We never forget the pain.

Sunday, September 29, 2013


There is a bench near my home that I visit and think about a man that I have never met.

 I do not know for sure why I am drawn to that place, or why I want to stay there when I arrive.

 It is a place that should be filled with sadness, but it brings me peace that I can't explain.

 I think he sits with me when I am there, but I cannot see him.

 Perhaps he is happy that I have come to the place that he last visited.

 Maybe he likes the joy that I carry to this space.


 This bench.

This bench where he sat.

This bench where he sat, and pulled out a gun.

This bench where he sat, pulled out a gun, and ended his own life.

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Six Word Saturday 9/28

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This morning I wanted nothing more than to snuggle back into our bed, but instead I put on my shoes and went out to watch the sun rise.
(so did these people)

A few hours later I took another walk down the street and over the bridge.
It took me 40 minutes to get here.
I was a bit exhausted when I returned home. I still need another 800 steps to hit 20,000, which will give me 10 miles for the day.
I didn't make a goal this year, but I am excited to say that I have already logged 1983 miles for the year.
You may wonder where is my journey to?
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