Friday, June 30, 2017


Since getting back from Michigan, I've run head-long into some of my more "major" projects here at the house.  Cleaning and laundry were my top priorities, and those seem to be relatively under control.

I wanted to get that cabinet done, which I did.  It is moved in, and now, it just needs to be filled.  Folks, no worries there.  I WILL be able to fill it.

I've done some much needed weeding (that is an ALL THE TIME project, am I right!?), and, as an added bonus, I've run into TWO poison oak plants.  I sprayed the snot out of them and am now waiting for them to die an ugly, horrendous and well-deserved death.

I still need to score my ugly wallpaper in the hallway and get that down.

I still need to clean out the garage.

I still need to clean out the basement.

I still need to figure out how to clean the mildew off of my lawn furniture.

I still need to clean out my office (that place becomes the dumping ground of all STUFF I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH, I swear!).

But those things will come.  I know they will. A project a day ...

Today, I wanted to start the new tradition of getting out on the deck each morning and writing ... something, anything.

I've needed to get into some sort of groove for a while now.  My life runs better when I am in some sort of groove. It just does.

Helter skelter doesn't work for me.  It never has.

I feel like I am starting to get into a groove.  A summertime groove.  The sad part of it is, once I finally get the groove going, it will be time to go back to school.  SAD!

Yet, still, I will attempt to enjoy it while I can. Soak it in.  Appreciate it all for what it is, a well-needed, well-deserved break.

Off to continue my morning time, summer time groove.

Thursday, June 29, 2017


Apparently, when I was out of town, vacationing in Michigan, work was being started on the house formerly owned by Hairy Man.

Let me back up.

It's been three and a half years since Hairy Man and his weirdo family moved, rather unceremoniously, out of the house behind me.

They lost the house, which I would never wish on anyone. But it happened.  And they moved out just a weekend before Christmas. Sad, really.

I know this because my neighbor told me.  Her lawn man told her. Her lawn man is now my lawn man. He gives me all kinds of scoop. But I digress.

In that three and a half years time, it's been put up for sale, sold, torn apart, resold, torn apart again, semi-put-back-together, Work Stopped Due to No Permits, torn ALLLLLLL the way apart, had a man die in it, and then worked on some more.

In that time period, with all those things going on, there have been great amounts of time ... HUGE amounts of time where NOTHING at all is going on in that home.  NOTHING.

Grass has grown really long and then cut rather haphazardly.  Bushes have been ignored. Scrub brush has grown up. Countless sketchy characters have come and poked around looking for a good bargain.

I didn't notice it Saturday, but on Sunday, I realized that A.) the car port had been completely cleaned out. All the garbage that didn't fit in the industrial dumpster they had sitting in the driveway forever, got left in the car port. B.) The rose bush I always scammed the roses from was gone.  Torn out.  So sad. C). The old, dead tree that the woodpeckers made nests in and raised babies had been taken down (I'm praying the babies flew the coop before their home's untimely demise.

Then, on Monday, a group of Hispanic men came with painting materials and spent the next three days painting every surface in that house, one would assume.  They also brought their own microwave to make their midday meal, which tickled me greatly!  Their mamma's didn't raise no dummies!

Now, today, we had power tools and dry wall and more people in and out.

We need to start praying now, y'all.  Praying for that good-looking single man who is going to move in when they FINALLY get it all finished.  Preferably, this good-looking single man should have the ability and willingness to do stuff around the house of the single girl that lives just to the south of his newly renovated house.

If I can't get the good-looking single guy, I would settle for a cute elderly couple. A couple who don't like loud parties or stupid crap in their yard or who have grandchildren.  Children are loud ... and they do stupid stuff like fly down the steep hill in front of your house on scooters without wearing helmets, or walk across your yard.

Yeah, I'm one of THOSE neighbors.

Y'all better pray hard!

Tuesday, June 27, 2017


It is almost 2 p.m.

I've still not showered.

In fact, I am still in my pajamas.

But it's not what you think, though.

I've been cleaning since about 9:30 a.m.

I've been making homemade bread.

I've been doing laundry. And folding laundry.  And putting laundry away.

I've been organizing those items that get pushed to the back of your cabinets that you can't find until they are gross and unrecognizable.

I've been organizing coffee.  Heaven help me, I have a lot of coffee!

I've been simplifying and rearranging.  I've been reinventing and rethinking.

Some people like to spend their days in front of Netflix killing tons of brain cells.  Me?  Organizing and decorating and re-imagining things ... THAT is what makes me happy.

I will be spending my afternoon outside.  I will be rethinking a cabinet. Trying to shape it to the purpose I would like it to be.

I will be doing some more writing.  And some grilling.  Mmmmmm, I love the idea of grilling! I am doing all those things that fill my tank ... that make me smile ... that help me gain balance again ...

Pardon me while I go organize something.

Monday, June 26, 2017



I love social media!  I do.  Sadly, I like it so much, I am on it probably way more than I should be. I need to be more present in my own life and less in your alls.

But that is a post for another time.

Anywho ...

Social media has created a monster.

The monster has a name.

It's called The Over-Sharing Monster.

The stuff I've read on social media in the last few days.

I mean, decorum, people. Decorum!

I say some pretty stupid things on Facebook.  Usually, it's for a laugh ... or because my life is such a collective laugh.

I've been mean on Facebook.  I admit it. But I made a point a long time ago to be positive and upbeat, utilizing the Bambi Rule: If I have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Some of among us?  Not so much!  Sheesh! Some of things people are posting....none of us need to know that stuff!  NONE OF US.

Y'all are putting people on blast. You're sharing your dirty laundry.  You're updating me on personal stuff. You're showing pictures that make me cringe.

I like to keep up with my friends. In fact, I usually only keep FRIENDS as friends. I live far away from my family and friends.  Facebook allows me to keep tabs on all y'all.

But keeping tabs doesn't mean I want to know about absolutely EVERYTHING.

Don't mind me.  I'm just going to clip my toe nails while I nibble on my homemade brioche rolls while waxing ...

Grumpy, old woman, party of one.


I busted outta town just as soon as school was out.  Okay, maybe not AS SOON AS school was out.  In my infinite wisdom, I scheduled a dental appointment AND an allergist appointment the week after school as well as just having to deal with Closing Day activities.  However, as soon as I could, I packed up the car and the cat, and I busted a move to The Mitten State.

I needed room between me and this academic year.  I needed perspective.  I needed REST.

Y'all.  I LOVE my job.  I love every part of it.  But this was a hard year.  A good hard, but hard nonetheless.

At some point, I am going to work on school stuff.  However, right now?  Well, I needed to get out of town and re-calibrate.

So, I went home. I soaked up my parents' love and attention. I sat. I napped. I went to lunches and dinners.  I walked main street, and I sat on the deck and soaked up the sun.  I went to breakfast with a dear, sweet friend -- we picked up right where we left off (the beauty of sweet friends). I toured museums and beaches and wandered gift shops and junk shops and antique malls.

I hugged old friends and nodded at some enemies as well. 😁

It was good to be home.

Home is where the heart is ... home has nostalgia ... home has memories ... home has familiar scents and sights and sounds.

Home also provides perspective.

I remember years and years and years ago feeling like I was drowning ... like I was in a dead-end spot with no way out. I prayed for something different. I prayed for a new start. I had no idea how that was all going to happen, but I prayed for it. Then, without realizing, I was forced out, and I landed in Kentucky.

Eleven years later, this is home ... or my new home.  It's also where my heart is.  I have precious friends here, people who have adopted me into their families ... we've created new families ... I have a wonderful job that challenges me and frustrates me and fulfills me and makes me want to be a better person every single day.

It was a bittersweet day leaving Michigan.  It always is.  Yet, I was excited about getting home to Kentucky.

I am now rested and relaxed and ready to spend the summer, short as it is, recharging, doing things I want to do, digging into my hobbies, living in the moment, and just being.

I am home from visiting home.

It is always good to go home.

Saturday, June 03, 2017


I am FINALLY seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm pretty sure it isn't a train bearing down on me.  So, I am starting to think about summer, and the time I will now have available to me.  I do love my breaks ... recharging ... getting my priorities straight ... resting ... getting healthy again. 

I read recently about a blogger who decided to do a 100 Day Challenge of Homemade Meals. Not going to lie, I loved that idea! It takes time to do stuff homemade, but I know, academically, that homemade is much better for us all than pre-made, preservative-filled foods. The idea of a homemade challenge really appealed to me. 

However, I also know that I tend to work in extremes. I will attempt to tackle a 100 Day challenge (that would take me into mid-September), and, at the first moment I miss a day, I will throw up my hands and call it quits. 

Thus, my idea to do mini-goals. From today forward, I am beginning a 30-Day Homemade Meals Challenge.  For the next 30 days, I am going to try hard to make homemade meals ... breakfast, lunch, AND dinner!

Oy vey!  The planning involved in this one!

Now, there are going to be SOME processed items. I can't get rid of them completely:  Milk, some soups, .... 

However, I am going to work really hard to make foods that will possess more homemade elements than processed elements. 

I recognize there will be some times that I won't  be able to make meals (I'm going to an event this afternoon ... heading home to visit my family later on, but my mom pretty much makes every thing homemade, so no biggie there). The problem times I foresee will be whilst I'm traveling.

Nevertheless, this is something I can do.  This is something I HAVE to do. 

Soooooooo, here I go!  Homemade or bust!