10 Reasons I’ll Never Be Miss America

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Congratulations to Miss New York, Kira Kazantsev, on becoming Miss America, 2015 last night.   You go, Girl!   I know this is nothing I will ever do, and before you say, “Sure you can, just do it!” I thought I’d compile a list of 10 reasons why I will NEVER be Miss America ~ and I’m ok with that.  I’ll be something else….Miss Brownie, or Miss NCIS, or just Sasha….

1.           I’m old.  And I’ve been married for almost 31 years  (Yes, it was 2 husbands, but together, it’s almost 31 years –  ya gotta count it ALL).  So technically, I couldn’t be MISS America.  I could be Mrs. America, but I’m still Old, and all those Mrs. America women look young. And thin.

2.            I haven’t worn a 2-piece bathing suit since 1975.  And it was a little iffy then.

3.            I can’t go live for a year in a NY apartment and travel around the country making appearances.  I’d be too busy stopping to update my Facebook status with, “WOW ~ check out this place” or “What a stupid sign” or “Why would someone want me to stand in a room full of crazy people and wear a crown?”.   The Miss America people might frown on that…a lot.

4.            I don’t want to tape any part of my body and then go out in public hoping the tape stays put.  What if I sneezed?

5.            I don’t like to wear heels and hose.  I really prefer to go barefoot, and I’ve never seen a single State parade on stage barefoot.  And does anyone else think it’s odd that they wear those high, high heels with their bathing suits?  Have you ever worn high heels with YOUR bathing suit?  I usually wear flip-flops and a big hat.  And lots of sunscreen. And a cover-up….and have a towel, a chair, a book, sunglasses, radio, phone, camera, snacks, drinks and anything else I can possibly carry so I don’t have to go back to the car.  Now THAT would be a good Swim Suit competition:  How many trips does it take Miss North Carolina to get all the stuff outta the car?  Only 1?  WIN!

6.            I don’t have enough hair to wear a crown.

7.            I’m not real good with people judging me.  I’d be peeking out of the curtain, waiting for the judges to say something, flash a little number up or make some cross eyed secret message to each other and I’d be stomping on the stage, acting all “WHAT?  Whatchu talking about?”

8.            My lips are really thin.  Plus lip liner just lands in my mouth wrinkles and looks a little like dirt.  And I don’t have pretty, perfect, white teeth so my smile is usually always ‘closed’.  I think it’s a requirement that you have to smile the entire time there’s a camera in the room with you.  And show lots of teeth.

9.            My talent would consist of French Braiding a moving head of hair and making a mean Margarita.

10.            My idea of an evening gown doesn’t cost more than 6 months of mortgage and can be bought off the rack at Steinmart.   Besides, all those sequins look pretty heavy.   And I don’t need any more weight added to my body.  Anywhere.

And there you have the top 10 reasons I could never be Miss America.  There are about a million more reasons, but I thought the top ten would be a good start.

Now, where did I put my flip flops…..


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Just One Word…..

In 1991, I got my first tattoo.  This was in the days before everyone had ‘ink’.   Back then, the only people you saw tattooed were bikers, ex-cons and sailors.  But I REALLY wanted a Tattoo.

So I got a teeny, tiny rose on the inside of my ankle….and I LOVED it.

I knew I wanted another one, but just never got ‘around to it’.   I thought about it often ~ when I’d see other tattoos, beautiful pictures of body art or a really cool song lyric would roll through my head.

And I knew I wanted it somewhere I could see it…so that took out about 1/2 my body as canvas.  When you take away my face and other ‘not so desirable’ places to have lots of tiny needles stuck in your skin for an hour, it boiled down to my arms, and legs.

I wanted to get a tattoo on my wrist ~ and I wanted just one word.  And so the search began.

I thought of every word I loved, all the words that meant something to me, that made me who I am, that summed up my thoughts and life and soul.  I drew on my arm, put on temporary tattoos and used sharpies to write scrolling letters, hoping something would jump out and say, “THIS IS IT!”

Yeah.  That never happened.

Years went by ~ no tattoo.   I told myself I’m DEFINITELY getting one….as soon as I figure out that elusive word I wanted inked permanently on my body.

Flash forward to 2014 ~ and my best friend’s 3oth birthday.  When we talked about what she wanted for the grand occasion, she was very quick with her answer, although maybe a little hesitant…..she said she wanted us to get tattoos together.

And I KNEW that I had the chance to make up my mind and finally get that 2nd tattoo…only 23 years after the 1st one.

Do you have ANY idea how many WORDS there are in the world….how many song lyrics, how many PICTURES of one word tattoos, and ideas and OMG PINTEREST!!  There are hundreds of THOUSANDS of pictures of tattoos on Pinterest and I spent HOURS looking at them all.

Then about 3 weeks ago, after spending HOURS looking again on Pinterest at all KINDS of body art, my eyes grew tired and I get up for something to drink.  As I poured my Sweet Tea, I glanced over at the dining room and there…..above the table…..was the sign I had made several years ago with the ONE word I used to describe myself.  A wave of emotion hit me as I KNEW that word was THE one.


My brain is scattered, my life is scattered, my thoughts, words, actions and laughter ~ it’s all scattered all over the place.  It’s the way I AM.  And you’ll never guess who gave me that words years ago when I was searching ~ Mac.  Just as I knew it was the perfect word then, I knew it was now.

But I wanted just a little bit more ~ and when I saw a feather with a writing tip on the end on one of the endless Pinterest searches, I decided to add that as well ~ I’ve loved words and writing all my life and it just seemed to fit.  (Of course, that moved it from my wrist to my arm.)

Yesterday was Tattoo day ~ Jamie at Artistic Pursuits did a fabulous job and I love it.

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Now I’ve got to start thinking about my NEXT tattoo, but I’m not waiting 23 years this time :)

PS ~ The scattered sign I got years ago that served as my inspiration was created by the ever talented girls at Cocky Robins.

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Dusty Memories….

(Part of this story first appeared on my Facebook page on Saturday, 8/9/14)

We are all piled in Mac’s truck…family and friend, and we’re headed to my parents house for the last load…the last pile, the last box. Moving men are just ahead of us, prepared to sweat and lift and move and push and shove (Thank GAWD) while we pick up, pull up, pack away and prepare to move everything that’s left OUT.

Then the For Sale sign will go up and that house will be a memory. It holds no special memories for me because I never lived there….my childhood home was in many places, moving as often as we did. But all my parents stuff was in this house and it won’t all fit in the new, smaller place next door to me, so lots of it will go in storage until a time comes to go through it all and sort and decide what to keep and what to toss.

Mama wants to keep everything, so we will…..I see I come by that honestly….and there are patterns, jewelry, photos, notes and strings of yarn, all knitted together with 87 years of life. Some of those things hold special memories for my parents, some just a reflection of an earlier time, a tiny nugget of a different place, a different life. I’ll never know all the memories, or what the small things mean and I hate I missed out on that story.

We’ll work together, packing and boxing the last remnants, and labeling so we’ll have a clue what each box holds when Mama wants a recipe or a pattern…

In the corner of the living room, under a box of pictures and receipts, covered in dust and memories is my old piano stool.  When I was 5 or 6, Daddy bought me an old, upright, used piano for $50 and I’m betting it was part of a payment for carpenter work he did for many of our friends and friends of friends.  I was in Heaven and couldn’t WAIT to start taking lessons.

But I HATED that piano stool…I wanted one like the piano teacher had ~ the long, sleek bench seat that you could raise the lid and stash sheet music and lesson books inside ~ that was the seat I knew was the best one for playing the piano.  I had NO use for that rickety, small, uncomfortable OLD stool.

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As time went by, the stool went along with us everywhere we moved.  The last I remember it being used was as an extra seat when company came to dinner ~ a rare occasion.  I began to see the beauty in that old stool ~ the glass balls for feet, the well-worn, smooth wood on the seat, the hand carved legs.  I have no idea where it came from but that’s on my list of stories to hear ~ very soon.

Today, the stool sits in my living room ~ waiting for Tater to spin ’round and ’round on it, and maybe sliding it under her own piano one day, taking lessons….and wishing she had a long, sleek bench of her own….

At 51, I think I have YEARS to go before I have to do this….but I should be more careful, more sharing, more aware and tell my family the stories I want told. They might not listen, but I hope they hear what I’m saying and remember it when I turn 87 and am packing all my treasures in a box. I’m gonna go ahead and make up some labels that say, “Glitter” because I feel pretty sure I’ll have LOTS of it by then.


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Just Zip It!

I rarely write two blog posts about the same exact thing, but I HAD to follow-up the GENIE ZIP BRA! story (if you haven’t read that one yet, it might be good to start here).

Many of you sent me messages about your own Genie Bra, both the non-zip kind and the kind I have, the GENIE ZIP BRA!   You loved it, you hated it, you tried it, you tossed it.  BUT, several of you said all I had to do was STEP into it, and I wouldn’t have the struggles of getting it on.  Of course, I had shoved it in a drawer after my ‘adventure’ and hadn’t gotten around to getting it out and trying it again.

Well, after this week of search and rescue, every bra I had was still either in the dirty clothes hamper, in the washer or not quite dry in the dryer (ok, that means BOTH my good bras, and the one worn-out, stretched-out, ragged one).  And Whiskey had a vet visit….and I really need to wear a bra out in public or someone might think I’m smuggling cantaloupes.  (At least cantaloupes are in season…it’s hell in the winter.)

So, as I dug around in the drawer, my hands landed on the GENIE ZIP BRA!  And I decided at that moment, THIS was the time to try it again.  I mean, I was only going to the vet…no make up, no hair fixed, sweats and a t-shirt.  The GENIE ZIP BRA seemed like the perfect solution.

I zipped it up and began to step into it.  It slid up my legs just fine, and I’m thinking….”this might work!”  Of course, then it hit the “Butt and Gut” part of my “Butt, Gut and Boobs”  body and it hesitated, probably analyzing the ratio of elasticity to material built-in, preparing to stretch to the max at any moment.

But it slid up and over, and arrived at ‘The Girls’…and then easily encased both, creating the perfect Uni-Boob with only minor adjusting.

Hmph….how about that.  I got it on with minimal twisting and shouting and it was semi-comfortable.  Yes, this MIGHT work.

Off to the Vet we go ~ it’s a quick visit, just a well check, some meds and we’re almost ready. The Vet leaves the room to get some free samples for us … and while he’s gone and I’m playing with Whiskey, I begin to feel something in my shirt.  And then a loosening…almost like I’m taking my clothes off.

I look down and realize ‘The Girls’ are a little looser, not quite in the uni-boob form they were mere minutes ago.  When I take a quick peek inside my t-shirt, my eyes widen at the zipper slowly moving DOWN the GENIE ZIP BRA!, releasing ‘The Girls’ at an alarming rate.

I can hear the Vet talking JUST OUTSIDE THE DOOR and walking back toward our room…I don’t have time to lift up my t-shirt and begin zipping up the GENIE ZIP BRA!  Besides, I KNOW how well that works.   I try and hold ‘The Girls” close together, but that’s about as useless as tits on a bull (ya’ll know I HAD to use that, right?).

As the Vet comes back in the room, the zipper is continuing to slide down, making ‘The Girls’ drop lower and lower, and I continue to try and hold them up and together with my arms, held slightly askew, not exactly crossed and not hanging straight down like I’m trying to catch a basketball (well, 2 actually).  I mentally hurry the Vet up, thinking if he finishes talking in the next 3 seconds, I might be able to get out of there with some sense of normalcy.

As he finishes up, he tries to hand me the bill and says, ‘Just see Susan on the way out and she’ll get you set up for the next appointment’.  My arms are frozen, because I know if I move them, ‘The Girls’ will finish their free fall.  I stand there, glossy eyed, willing him to just lay it on the table, hand it to Tater, drop it on the floor or make a paper airplane out of it.

Finally, I tell Tater to grab that as I pick Whiskey up and head out the door.  As I stop at the counter to talk to Susan, I am forced to put Whiskey down and retrieve my checkbook from my pocket.

As I make that movement, the lowest pieces of zipper make their break from each other and ‘The Girls’ are free….luckily the counter is high and it’s not THAT obvious.  However, the zipper on EACH side of the GENIE ZIP BRA is now directly under each arm….sticking straight up and creating a tent-like feature just below the neckline of my old, cheap, thin t-shirt.

It is at that moment that Tater realizes something strange is happening inside my t-shirt….she has been holding Whiskey’s leash, playing with him and not paying me any attention….and neither has Susan.  She was busy doing Susan stuff.

I was this close to escaping that office with my GENIE ZIP BRA experience all to myself, but my darling Tater had to exclaim, “Sasha, what happened to your boobs?” loudly enough that the 100-year-old man who lives next door surely heard her.

That also got Susan’s attention and she looked at me, her eyebrows raised in anticipation of the answer, sure to be good and juicy.

I had absolutely no choice but to say, “they just decided they needed to be free today” as I picked up my dog, gathered my stuff and headed out the door, feeling the swing of things with every step I took.

And THIS is why Tater’s baby doll has a new bathing suit, nude colored and with a zipper in front.


I couldn’t exactly take a picture of what was happening, but here’s a picture of a zipper and THIS is what I saw when I peeked.


Thanks, as always, for reading what I write, laughing when it’s funny and writing to me with your thoughts ~ I always appreciate you sharing my stories with others and making them laugh, too.  Cheers!


Heartbreak and Joy ~ courtesy of a little Whiskey

I don’t want another dog, especially an inside dog.  We have 2 outside dogs, and 2 cats, that come and go as they please.  I am in animal nirvana ~ cuddles and love at my will and nothing to tie me down if I need to go somewhere for more than one day.

Let me be clear… I DO NOT WANT ANOTHER DOG.

However, Tater’s other train wreck of a family get her a dog at every new place they land, and then when they leave the place or the person, the puppy never follows.  I have dried so many tears about lost puppies, missing animals and heartache at what could have been and wasn’t.

Two weeks ago was the LAST Straw. Yet ANOTHER puppy taken away and the tears that came reminded Tater of all the other lost animals and anguish she suffered from every move.

OK OK OK OK OK OK OK.  I’ll get a dog.  An INSIDE dog.  I don’t WANT an inside dog but it’s what this baby wants and it’ll make her feel better, so we’ll get one.

But, since I know I’ll be the main caregiver of this little animal, (I’m not THAT stupid), I get to decide on what kind of dog.  And I wanted a Puggle.  OMG, if you haven’t seen them, google it.  Wait! No…just read on….

Now, we are rescue and animal shelter people.  Hell, we’re animals-seen-on-the-side-of-the-road people.  Even my full blooded boxer was a rescue after his mom died when he was 7 days old.  We have a beagle that was a rescue from a beagle rescue group and the cats just kinda showed up. (I’m pretty sure there’s a network of underground animal leaders that take strays to good homes…we must be on that network SOME where.)  So I started my search online for a Puggle….and it didn’t take long.

Saturday, we just missed one as it was adopted before we got to the shelter.  I had emailed a group about 100 miles away, but that one wasn’t really available.  Sunday I was looking and happened to look AGAIN at the local county animal shelter and THERE was one.

We called, they still had him and we left immediately.

We met “Eli” and immediately I knew THIS was the one.  After about an hour, he was ours and we headed to Pet Smart to get all the stuff he’d need to be our new baby.  He was 1 year old, already up to date on shots, neutered, crate trained and house broken.  I mean, really…the perfect dog.  He never barked the entire time we met him and had him.

Pet Smart is in a very large, very busy shopping center that includes a Super Wal-Mart and about 30 retail shops.  We got out, walking  him on the leash and went inside…picked out a crate, pillow, toys, brush and harness.  When Mac was slipping the harness off him he slipped out of the leash, too.  He was walking slowly and I went after him….which is when he picked up speed and hauled ass.

The story would end here, but the door happened to be open and out he went…looking for freedom and the family he left behind.  I, along with several other kind, helpful, gracious people chased him all over the parking lot, watching as he dodged cars and people, running just out of reach of helping hands.

Two younger and faster teens chased him down a huge embankment, behind Urgent Care.  They lost sight of him by the time we got there.  We continued searching and calling…looking and yelling…crying and walking.

It was time to pick up Tater…this was to be a surprise for her and I THANK the stars I didn’t tell her about him.  I left to go get her and Mac stayed to search some more.  When we got back, we told her we were helping someone look for their dog.

We finally went home almost at dark.  After a shower, I came back and left a crate, food and water, hoping he’d come back.

I was heartbroken, sick with guilt and ‘if only’s’.  I wanted that little dog SO much.  Mac was upset as well, but asked why I was SO upset…after all, I’d only had him for less than 2 hours.  I simply couldn’t explain it….there was some bond.

Monday morning, Tater and I went back, spending hours driving around the shopping center, neighborhoods close by and calling out his name the entire time.  Tuesday we repeated this effort. I had already called the animal control, all the vets, stopped by businesses and stopped the mailman and utility workers I saw out.  He was no where to be seen or found.

Wednesday morning I had an appointment so I couldn’t go early and look some more.  At 10:30, Animal Control called and said someone had reported seeing a puggle running through their yard.  Tater and I jumped in the car, I cancelled my appointment and we were off.

This kind, kind man and his son talked to me and let me wander around his very large yard  ~ he confirmed it was ours from the picture, but they weren’t sure which way he ran, because he was FAST.

Tater and I drove around for 5 hours, hitting all the neighborhoods, going around in circles and parking with a hamburger, water and food, while calling his name over and over and over and over….I did tell her we were trying to adopt this little dog, after she heard me tell the story so many times and starting thinking about it. She said, “OH Thank you”….but we still had no dog.  I may have shed a tear at that moment.

Finally, ready to give it up for the day, I made one last circle of the area in my truck…just as I was ready to turn for home, I looked over and he was standing in that same yard! As I ran to get him, he dashed away, but I decided to hang out in that yard until he came back.

After an hour of calling and walking the grass bare, I looked down and he stood there, just out of my reach….I could just see him thinking…’What?”

I grabbed the food and went toward him as he ducked under a fallen tree, surrounded by thigh high bushes, limbs, briars and kudzu.  It’s important at this point to say I was wearing a knee length denim skirt and flip flops cause I didn’t have this adventure planned when I left the house.

I headed in, flip flopped feet being as stealthy as I could, tossing food at him as he hid under the tree, just out of reach.  I kept moving, tossing and calling.  Finally straddling a tree limb (and I hope NOTHING else) and seeing blood run down my legs from the briars, I was close enough to grab him.  I drug him out from under the tree, slapped the leash on him and yelled for Tater to come around the other side of the ravine.  I was also thinking how smart it was of her to put on fur lined boots in the 90 degree weather….who knew she’d be the one prepared.

I called Mac, who had made it home….he said he’d meet us at PetSmart to get his stuff…..and where I carried him in my arms the entire time, with his leash on and firmly wrapped around my hand, my arm and the buggy.

And NOW, I’d like to introduce you to Whiskey…..I changed his name because the little SOB NEVER once came when I called him Eli, and if I never say that again, it’ll be too soon!


There were SO many wonderful, caring people that stopped to help me look, ran after him, took my number to call and just said, “Good Luck”.  This tells me there really are kind and good souls in our world ~ so I say Thanks to Karma and everything and everyone else I prayed to that we’d find our Whiskey.

And now, when I ask, “Can I bring Whiskey?”, it’ll mean something TOTALLY different…it’ll mean I have to carry 2 things :) 

The only Genie I need is one in a bottle…

I was seduced by the ads on TV….and one too many pop-ups on my Facebook page.  The pull was just too much ~ shape, support, lift, comfort, ease.  Words I had never personally experienced while wearing a bra.

You see, my boobies (as Tater likes to call them) are rather large.  Ok, very large.  And for the rest of this story, will be referred to as simply, “The Girls”.  And The Girls need some support or I’ll be having half a boob falling out on one side and half a boob coming out the top of the other side of my bra.  And comfort?  Ha!  I can only hope the wires don’t break a rib and the straps don’t indent my shoulders more than 1/2 inch every day.  The joys of ‘big chested girls’ are endless.

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So I ordered a GENIE ZIP BRA!.  I wasn’t smart enough to drop by the “As Seen on TV” section in Wal-Mart and check them out there….Nope, I had to order one.  Of course, all I had to do was pop online, type a few things and give them my Credit Card info.  It was really too easy.

I anxiously awaited the arrival of my new GENIE ZIP BRA!, sure it was going to change my life.  I could hardly wait to get it on and be comfortable all day!  Oh the excitement!!

The day it arrived at the Post Office, I refrained from opening it in the car…I wanted to wait until I got home so I could try it on as soon as I saw it so I rushed home (ok, it’s only 1/2 mile, but I drove pretty fast), ripped off my shirt and bra as soon as I got inside and was ready to wear my comfort like the heart on my sleeve.

When I got it out of the box, it looked a little small, but I was optimistic. I checked the size and it was right so I slung it around my back and was ready to zip, zip, zip.

Except the two parts of the zipper were about a mile apart….and one of them was under my arm.  So I stretched.  And Pulled.  And stretched some more.  Then I pulled some more.  And again, pulling on it like old-salt-water-taffy-you-find-in-your-Aunt-Ethel’s-attic-and-wonder-if-it’s-still-good pulling.

I finally got the 2 sides to meet over The Girls.  And I held them together as close as I could, willing the zipper to meet just enough to catch, to “Zip up with ease”, to make all the stars align and the karma of bras work for me.

I pulled, I held and I yanked.  I pulled, I turned, I stretched, I held, I cussed. They just weren’t close enough.  Maybe Tater could help.

TATER!  Please come help me….

I hold the 2 sides together, using both hands,trying to keep the GENIE ZIP BRA! over The Girls long enough for her to just zip up the little flippin zipper.  I’m holding on for dear life, knowing that if I let go, I might injure a child with a flying boob.  She pulls and struggles and holds the zipper…we are both sweating, I’m cussing in my head and she’s just puzzled as to why the zipper won’t go up.

It MIGHT be because there’s 2 cantaloupes in this GENIE ZIP BRA! and it’s made for 2 large pears.

As I’m working on the zipper some more, having given up the child approach, the GENIE ZIP BRA! slowly begins to creep up and over The Girls, so that it’s resting totally on top of them and just under my chin. The Girls are hanging low and swinging free…but guess what?  I got the damn zipper zipped.

Now as much as I wanted to, I just couldn’t let that be the end….the damn thing was zipped, and on me, so now I bent over and started tugging and pulling the GENIE ZIP BRA! Over The Girls, hoping I could smush them in just long enough to get the damn thing down over them.

After about 10 minutes of doing enough exercise to qualify for the contortionist team at the next Olympics, both The Girls were in the place they were supposed to be in the GENIE ZIP BRA!

Unfortunately, they were so squashed they really had no option other than to come out the top AND the bottom of the GENIE ZIP BRA! making for a very interesting visual….kinda like a can of biscuits that’s just opened ~ you could see fleshy parts coming out all sides.  (My apologies for the visual you’ll get FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE every time you slap that can of biscuits on the counter top.)

So, my GENIE ZIP BRA! experience wasn’t the best ~ I was hoping for a comfortable, wear-around-the-house-and-occasionally-to-Dollar-General bra, but I think it’ll mostly be for used for exercising.  And by exercising, I mean putting the GENIE ZIP BRA! on and then taking it off ~ that’s more exercising than I usually get and I don’t even have to leave my bedroom.


Hey! Thanks for reading what I write and hanging out with me ~ I really appreciate it!  And if you love this, feel free to share it.  (I know your mama always told you to share.) You might wanna mention the part about not drinking anything WHILE they’re reading it though…saves a lot on computer repair that way :)

Just in Case….

Three pairs of Jeans…..I took 3 pairs of jeans to the cabin for a 1 week vacation.  It’s important to note that I haven’t worn jeans 3 times in the last 2 months.  HELLO ~ It’s summer, I live in the South and it’s HAWT.  Really Hawt.

It’s also important to note that I have a knee-length denim skirt that I wear 3 out of 5 days in the summer….ok, 5 out of 5 days but I wash it at day 2.  Or 3.

So why would I pack 3 pairs of jeans, and a WHOLE lotta other crap for a week’s vacation? Because….Just in Case.

Yep, Just in Case has been kicking my packing butt forEVAH….and here’s proof.

When I was 17, between Junior and Senior year of High School, the stars aligned, the parents prayed, gas was $1.25 a gallon (and I weighed around 105 pounds).   Those facts converged and I made plans to go with my cousin to stay with her Grandmother for a month in Huntington, WV.

We packed up my little 2 seater sports car ($1000 in 1976 – big time!) with so much stuff, I wasn’t sure there would be enough room for us.  Luckily, we were mush smaller back then.  The suitcases barely fit in the trunk, but we shoved and pushed and crammed til everything was set.

We made it to WV, and to her Grandmothers, where I began unpacking what I THOUGHT I needed for a MONTH’S stay….JUST IN CASE.

I can still hear my cousins laughter while I was unpacking ~ but I think she laughed the hardest when I unpacked my prom gown and McDonald’s uniform.

You know…JUST IN CASE I needed a formal or a fast food uniform while we were there…..

I couldn’t find a picture of me in my prom dress (I didn’t look very hard) but it was surprisingly easy to find a picture of me in my McDonald’s uniform.  I’m not sure what that says about our photo storage, but suddenly I want a plain cheeseburger and diet coke.

I really LOVED the dark blue polyester one the best...

I really LOVED the dark blue polyester one the best…


Thanks for reading the gibberish I write ~ I really do appreciate it.  It’s even funnier if you’re drinking rum or whiskey (or just about any alcoholic beverage) while you’re reading it.  And if you really love it, be sure and share it on your facebook page, your website and public bathroom walls.  Cause mama always said you should share, right?  Cheers :D

Sure, I have Goals….

I was scrolling through Pinterest (otherwise known as the great time-sucking site) and found “Goals for the Week”…this was a board with sticky notes for each day so you could change them out.


The Very First thing I noticed was how neat this chic wrote.  I can hardly read my scribble when I’m TRYING to make a list so I’ll know what I need when I get to the store.  (And yes…ya’ll have been very helpful in suggesting I use my phone or tablet to make those lists, but what can I say…I’m old.  I like paper.)

The 2nd thing I noticed was that our lives are VERY different.   So I thought I should make a list of my goals for This Week ~ I’ll use a typical week in our world, when school is in and Mac is working and life is ‘normal’….whatever the hell that is.

Goal List For Week:



Yep, mine are a little different…..but I’m good with that.  Especially the last one.  Matter of fact, that one will be at the top of the Goals each week.  Might even glue that sucker down so it’s ALWAYS on the List.

It’s the Little things, Ya’ll….


Thanks so much for reading what I write.  And hanging out with me.  And writing to tell me random, strange things.  I really do appreciate it ~ and if you wanna share this post, that’d be kinda great, too!

Hollywood called…they want their camera back…

Holy Smokes ~ I have videotaped myself and no one died.  Well, I don’t think anyone died….no one TOLD me they died. Which would be REALLY hard to do.  Never mind.

ANYway, I was sitting in the “Student Center” of our local Community College while Tater is in “Math Thru Art” Camp (I’m not sure she’s convinced this is real camp just yet, but she’s 7 and I’m 51 and I feel pretty sure I can still trick her in going back for the next 3 sessions….).  They have a really, REALLY nice set up here ~ like so nice I’m thinking of coming back ‘just because’.  It’s quiet, there’s lots of tables with plug ins IN the table, internet available and REALLY nice comfortable chairs. Makes my dining room table look like a….dining room table.  Hrmph….imagine that.

I was on my laptop, and the little scrolling arrow was just scrolling all over the place and it landed on “Photo Booth”…..I don’t recall ever clicking Photo Booth so of course, I did today.

I was instantly looking at a picture of myself.  Scared the crap outta me.  I looked behind me to make sure no one was hovering over my shoulder, looking at me watching myself, cause THAT would have just been really, REALLY weird.  The good news is that since it’s Summer, there wasn’t ANYONE in the student center but ME.

Heeeeyyyy…ALONE time!

So I snapped a few pics of myself doing stupid things, (don’t even go there, they are already deleted!) and then I noticed a little movie projector icon.

Hmmm, a MOVIE?

Yep, a movie.

So, after only 18 tries, I had 23 seconds of what I considered a passing video of me trying to say hello.  You should have seen the first 17….geez.  You’d think I just discovered how to speak and complete sentences.

Here’s my 23 seconds of fame….I figured I needed to take it slow and easy and go in short bursts.  Maybe next time I’ll get up to 30 seconds, but no promises.

<p><a href=”http://vimeo.com/99273477″>1st Video 6/26/14</a> from <a href=”http://vimeo.com/user29538823″>Sasha 50</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

And as soon as I figure out how to post this on here without all those hieroglyphics, I will….but it’s not on my hot list of things to do ;)


Thanks for hanging out with me and reading (AND WATCHING!!!) what I toss out about my life….I’d love for you to share it, too ~ you know your mama always told you to share :)

Why yes, I would love a quick nap!

I dropped Tater off at her room for “Math through Art” Camp yesterday…it’s on a college campus and she was pretty excited to be going to college.  Hey, whatever works to get her to Math Camp…

As I was leaving the room I glanced at the room next door.

Well, Look what I found!

Well, Look what I found!


The CNA lab…..Hmmm, this could be interesting….  So I peeked in ~ luckily no one was in there ~ and guess what I found….


Think he's a bed hog?

Think he’s a bed hog?


(You know where this is going, right???)

Yep, I found a place to nap while Tater is in class.  I probably should check to make sure they aren’t just off for the day, come in and find me in one of their beds, sorta like a silver-haired Goldilocks (would that be Silverlocks???).

Maybe I’ll take the bed farthest from the door and bring my own pillow…I bet those plastic guys don’t know a good pillow from a rock.  I do hate a bed hog, so I’ll just have to remove the guy from MY bed and stash him someplace.

Think he’ll sit up in a chair?

Oh, and I’ll need a wake-up call for about 4:15, k?



Thanks for reading what I write and hanging out with me…..I sure do appreciate it.  I love to read your comments and promise to reply, so thanks for letting me know if you love what you’ve read, too.  And hey, sharing my posts works for me, too!  Cheers :D

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