Archive | October 2014

Tis The Season

Now that the weather is turning cooler and the sun starts going down around 2:30 in the afternoon, my thoughts start leaning toward the holidays ahead.

Today happens to be Halloween, which I don’t necessarily celebrate but not because of any high and mighty reason. Just that I’m old, have no little kids and, well…………I’m old.

One of my most memorable Halloweens was back before the Mr. and I got married. I flew to NY to visit and got to go with the Mr. to take the kids trick-or-treating in the Mr.’s old stomping ground of Sloan.

Or as the Mr. once told me, the capital of Poland. 🙂

Anyway, the Mr.’s grandma lived in that neighborhood so we walked all over and ended up at her house for a visit. It was lots of fun.


As you can see, they were (and still are) just cute as CAN be!

But that little Brian was (and still is) a rascal.

{See him with that sword right in his brother’s back????}


That aggrevatin’ guy kept sticking his plastic sword down in the storm drains which were full of leaves and gunk and then he would stab at his brother with it.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I said “don’t stab your brother with that nasty sword”!!

I’d be rich!!

I also remember that night because of a Dracula dude that lived in that neighborhood.

While the wife was handing out the candy, that scary guy would walk toward me on the sidewalk trying to scare me.


A woman fully growed???

You think I’m sceared????


I’m still a little scared just thinking about it.

Every time he saw us, he would come toward me with that creepy stare and that capey-cape on!


But this week also boasts another holiday.

One that my sisters and I look forward to every year.

One that brings us great joy.

Did you know about it??

Did you hear???

The news was first heralded by my friend, Heavy D, on the Facebook.

Is this right?

Can it be true?

Is it time?????

Then, almost as a miracle come true, Molly confirmed the news…………



Yes, people, it’s celebration time indeed!!!!

That yummy slab of “pork” doused in delicious bbq sauce and covered in onion and pickle is here for a limited time.

Be still my heart!!

{Well, actually, you eat enough of these things and your heart will indeed be still!}

I had one today.

It was awesome!

Happy McRib, everybody!!




Sleep, Shadow & Spuds

Well, the Mr. and I have gotten back on our diet this week.

And I’m about to starve absolutely to death!!!

Why is it that when you “can” eat, you don’t want to eat but when you “can’t”, you can’t get enough????

So needless to say, it’s been a crabby week for me.

And that poor, poor Mr.

How he puts up with me sometimes is a mystery.

So not only am I in constant complaint mode over the lack of Mt. Dew and potato chips, I’ve also decided to renew my quest for a brother for Taj.  I’ve found the perfect guy and have been begging, pleading and otherwise annoying the Mr. in hopes that he will finally break and let me get this guy.

If you see me on the Facebook, then Shadow is no stranger to you.  But here is his little picture:


Can’t you just see him and Taj playing and wrestling and cuddling up to sleep????

I’ll keep you updated if the Mr. starts to crack.

No crack just yet.

I’ve also had some trouble sleeping this week.

Probably from all the starving.

My Fitbit keeps track of my sleep patterns and this is what it usually looks like:


and this:


The light blue is all the times I’m restless and the pink is when I’m awake (probably stumbling to the potty!!).

But this morning I woke up fresh as a daisy and feelin’ mighty fine.  I checked with the magical Fitbit and lo and behold…………SLEEP!!


Look at that!  I didn’t move all night.

No flip-flopping like a fish.

No potty breaks.

Of course, now that the day is almost over, I could use a good nap!

And since I’m not eating food this week, I want to share with you my experience from a couple of weekends ago.

Marti & I went to Indianapolis for a women’s conference and while we where there I had an experience that I had only dreamed about.

My very first food truck lunch!!

There were several trucks all lined up on the street but we chose the Circle City Spud truck.

It was freezing cold and drizzling a bit but I was so excited that I barely noticed!!!

I mean, as an obsessive Food Network watcher, I had seen every episode of every season of “The Great Food Truck Race” and now I was gonna get to actually eat something from a food truck!

I just was beside myself!!!

Sad, yes; but wait til you see what I ate…..


This is called Naptown Mac & BBQ Spud.

Oh yes!

A loaded baked potato with cheese sauce, BBQ pork, mac & cheese and BACON!!!

Top it all off with some sour cream and that, my friends, is artery-clogging goodness!!!

And that’s also why I’m back to the diet this week.

Oh well, it was totally worth it!!  🙂



August 1st

Yep, August 1st.

Can you even believe that???

That was the last time I posted anything.


And the reason????

Ummmmm……..well, I ain’t got one!

Let me be the first to admit that I’m a smidge on the lazy side.

And the only reason I’m admitting it is that I have siblings, parents, kids & a husband who would be more than happy to admit it for me! 🙂

So I guess I’ve got a lot to fill you in on but since I’ve piled on another birthday since we last spoke (er, read), I can’t remember it all. I’ll just let most of it swim around in my noggin’ and at some later date I’ll share with you the goings on from this summer.

It’ll be funnier that way since I’ll have to make up most of it!

This past weekend we had the icy-cold pleasure of attending my cousin, Brandon’s wedding in Ohio.What a beautiful couple in a gorgeous setting on what may be the coldest day in the history of the world.

Ok, maybe not the world but definitely my little corner of it.

And maybe not the coldest but let me assure you that it was pretty dag-gum cold!!!!

I had planned all along what I would wear to an outdoor October 4th wedding. I was ready. No question about it.

Then Tom (as in Ackerman, my meteorologist) started this silly business about a cold front coming through the area.

{Yep, I have my own meteorologist. I share him with all the other LEX18 viewers but he’s really just mine. He’s a smarty-guy and I always believe what he tells me. Even when he says COLD!}

So at the last minute I figured I better come up with a warmer option.

I go to my closet.

I stand there.

I got nuthin’!

Finally I dig up an oldie-goldie skirt and jacket and we head to Ohio.

We got to the hotel and changed into our duds and headed to the most beautiful farm where the wedding would take place.

And that’s when I realized that the outfit I had chosen was not warm enough!

Not by a long shot!!!!

Now, I readily admit that I’m a wimp. I’ve got no problem saying that. But I’ve lived in the Frozen Tundra of Buffalo, NY and I know what cold feels like when I encounter it.


But then the wedding started and while we all sat around with chattering teeth, the most beautiful bride walked down the aisle with NO sleeves, NO back to her dress and NO COAT!!!!

Emily dress

Bless her heart!

It must have been love because there is no way I could have done that.

I mean, I love the Mr. and all but geez-Louise!!!

Thankfully, there was heat in the tent where the reception was held and most of us left at the end of the night with no frostbite.

It was a lovely evening.

We ate.

We danced.

We had a great time.

And we are thrilled that Brandon has found such a great girl to be by his side for always. We love Emily!!!

Brandon & Emily

But no highfalutin’ night would be complete without this KY hillbilly’s take on the most interesting part of the night.

I told the Mr. when we were getting ready that I had one concern: pantyhose.

See, I haven’t worn pantyhose in YEARS!!! I just didn’t have a need to. So I wiggled and squirmed and pulled and tugged and finally got those bad boys on!

But then there is the problem…………what if I have to go to the bathroom????

I tried to hold it. I truly did. But there is only so much water & Diet Coke a bladder can hold until something must be done.

And I knew there would be a port-a-potty.

Those things are the worst!!!

We sang years ago at an event that involved a weekend-long Civil War reenactment. Those Civil War dudes and dudettes had been using those potties ALL WEEKEND. Not a good scene, man!

So with that in mind, I went in search of the bathroom.

And lo and behold, there sitting like a welcome oasis was perhaps the most amazing site I could have seen.

This was the port-a-potty of the rich and famous!!!

It was spacious.

It was clean.

It was fresh as a daisy.

And, most importantly, it had a sink with running water and SOAP!!

Of course, that still didn’t help with the pantyhose situation and I sincerely apologize to whoever was on the men’s side of the potty-trailer when I was doing the pantyhose dance.

I’m sure it must have felt like an earthquake!