It has always been a wee bit challenging for me to call a spade a spade.  Unless, of course if the spade wants to be a spade…then I am totally on board. But, if the spade wants to be a heart or a diamond or a club…I can completely go there.

There are several factors that have contributed to this little mind set of mine.  One  stems from the way I was raised.  Yep, blame it on childhood!!!  I lived in a home where a spade was NOT a spade but something else completely. And ya better not point out that it was really a spade cuz then you would be in deep doo-doo!

Another factor is that I am such an optimist/magical thinker/naive babe-a-roo.    I have always been this way.  If someone tells me that it is not a spade but a heart…I believe em. Not always….but often enough!  I just figure they know what they know and I am probably miss informed.  Or that maybe it is a spade and they see it as a heart and we can agree to disagree! (more…)

When I ordered my first  frappachino last year, l fell in love with the yummy tasty cup of delight…pretty much right off the bat. I realized that this could be a problem.  One cuz I rarely fall in love with a food or beverage in that way…and two because I rarely fall in love with a food or beverage in that way!

And because of the unusual-ness of this whole experience, I knew the potential for indulgence was great.

Why shouldn’t I have one of these yummy cups of cold, whipped coffee goodness every day?  I deserve it right?

So what if they cost a wad of cash for each one?

I could just order a small!

So what if they have a bajillion calories per small cup?

I don’t need to eat anything else!!!!

So what if it is totally politically incorrect to go to starbucks everyday?

I could do the drive thru and no one would know! 😉 (more…)

Recently, a lovely woman that I have had the honor of knowing died of complications due to lung cancer.  When I heard the news, I cried and felt a strong wave of sadness.  “Another good one bites the dust” is what I thought.  I was glad for her that she was able to head out … I know she was suffering.  I was also aware of how hard it was for her to leave her children, husband and friends.

That was the part that really got the tears going.

Can you imagine having to say goodbye to your children?  To your partner?  To your friends?

While I was jumping into this very sad image…my son stopped by.  (more…)

Recently, I decided that the only way to get out of my writing block is to kill off my blog.  I was gonna divorce it but decided that if I did that, I would probably have to see it around town or bump into it while I am out with some other cute blog.  Or worse yet, I would see it out with some other cute blog.

I just didn’t want to deal with that kind of stress.

I decided that death was the only way out.

So, I spent some time plotting its demise. (more…)