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September 24, 2020

May 01, 2020

Peer pressure at home, you can refer to me as Mother Nature and Doing some good while sitting on the couch.

Can I just tell you all, that your sweet comments really make my day?

I love when someone takes the time to visit my little corner of the world and then leave me a nice note. YOU.ROCK.

It's like you were on your way home from the store, I just so happened to be at my mailbox when you drive by and we catch up for a few minutes.

{{virtual hugs}}

I was face-timing with the girls earlier this week, as I've been doing a lot.

Mostly Linds and I; she's alone 24/7 and has in the past struggled with some health-anxiety issues; I'm proud to say, she's killing it during this quarantine. Cooking, cleaning, working on a movie list and calling her Mom whenever she feels like it.
I'm so proud of her.

HI, LINDS!

Sometimes during our face-timing, we can drag Lolo away from her dog and school work.

I distinctly remember when they were little and when one wanted to talk to me, then the other would too.

My head would spin trying to hear both and give equal attention.

Well, that part has not changed.

They both stated that they were waiting for me to update the blog with a new post; but how can I do that if I'm face-timing for hours at a time?

What say you? There are 22 more hours in a day?  

Honestly, I'll never complain about my girls wanting to talk with me.

During one of our extra-long face time sessions, Lolo began preparing her dinner in the crockpot. Linds was giving directions and then they began to make deviled eggs together.

They asked me to make some too, but I only had 3 eggs.

Later, they sent pics of their deviled eggs via our family chat.
A minute later, the Coach asked for some deviled eggs for when he got home. 

I texted that we ONLY HAVE 3 because PANDEMIC. 

Being a man of simplicity, he said, that sounds like 6 halves. 

I succumbed to deviled egg peer pressure.

I'm much easier than I appear.


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Last week I attempted to switch over to WordPress as opposed to blogger.

Why you say? Because I've not had a reason to bang my head against a wall until I can't feel anything for quite a while.

It's a task that will take me some time, and I hope I don't give up and succumb to google/blogger for the duration of my blogging life.

The rumor mill around town is that Wordpress is not as limiting as the blogger platform and I dream of NOT being limited.

***

Thursday morning we woke up to a nice heavy rain. My first thoughts were we've been needing rain and my second thought was: "My garden caterpillars are going to drown."

I exclaimed this to Coach and he said: it's nature, they're used to it.


I don't know who he is or who he thinks he's dealing with because I AM NATURE.


**

This morning I woke up and apparently we've gone back in time...back to January.
The Coach has all the doors and windows open, it's 61* and I had to put a sweatshirt on over my PJ's. THAT Is glorious as it's been in the high 90's daily.

We actually have some plans this weekend! *suz shouts from the rooftop*

Do you remember all the events/fundraising we do for our disabled veterans?
Well, it's mostly the Coach, but by default, I get to be a part of it too.
He's got two events planned for August and September on the East and West coast of Florida with our beloved songwriters.

Tonight, he's arranged an at-home event with songwriters via Stageit.com. It's a 'pay what you can' concert with 100% of the proceeds going directly to Liberty Manor.

The mission of Liberty Manor for Veterans, Inc. is to promote the developmental and social needs of disabled, honorably discharged veterans who have fallen victim to homelessness by providing them transitional, supported housing and establishing objectives designed to attribute to self-sufficiency.

Liberty Manor is doing SO much good for our veterans who have served our country and then have through various reasons, become homeless.
Reading the success stories hit my heart in a big way.

So, if you're not doing anything tonight, tune in. 7:30. We personally know all of the songwriters and you'll be pleasantly surprised when you hear the stories behind the songs that you hear on the radio.

**
So, that's all from me. This was longer than I had planned, but what else do you, me, us have to do?

SADLY, NOTHING.

Have a great weekend and thank you again for being my friends who live inside the computer.

XO


April 28, 2020

Can you tell me how to get, how to get out of Funky Town?

Can you hear the opening song to Sesame Street and NOT smile?
No. You can't.




The Coach and I were able to see the sunset via the boat this past weekend.


The beaches are closed, but luckily the Gulf of Mexico is still open.
For now. 

I've been in a bit of a funk. Not sad; just feeling funky.

I'm itching to get some garden work done; updating my veggie garden. I have a plan but need to execute it and finding a day where my arm isn't bothering me is a problem.

Also, I'm itching to get to my happy place; my local nursery.
They're open, but I'm not going because it's really unnecessary.

I'd like to be acknowledged for actually following the rules.

Should I wait by the mailbox for my acknowledgment gifts?  

If you say I need something for my itching, you're not wrong.


I started rereading this book this week; It's been about 20 years since I read it last.
I don't remember the details of the story, but if I kept the book this long, I must've really loved it.


I am staying busy with daily household chores and my butterfly raising. 
Our yard is a flurry of butterflies; lots of different flavors; not just monarchs. 

I found a slew of zebra longwing and gulf fritillary larvae in my bed of plumbago the other day and I was so excited I might have had to change my outfit. 
Their host plant is Passion vine...so, apparently, passion vine found it's way into this bed without even asking me.

THAT fills my little funky heart to the brim. 

How are my people on this fine Monday?
Wait, Tuesday?
Yeah, Tuesday.

XOXO


April 24, 2020

The one where I thought I had nothing to say. Also, Bev's birthday.

Do you ever have those days, weeks, or months where you have nothing to say?


Me neither.

But this week I've been quiet.
It's been a weird week. I've had some things come up; some distractions.

Can I say that I miss doing my puzzle?

Lord. I'm hopeless.

Things I also miss:

*Hugging people; mostly my girls. But also my friends.

*My gym, my fitness coach, and my gym people. (I may be the youngest at our gym and it's literally like Cheers, where everybody knows your name)

{Am I the Norm of our Gym? Maybe}


*Marshalls, Home Goods, TJ Maxx. I know. It's petty, but I do enjoy my outings.

*Publix. I miss just running in for one or two things. I know, I will NEVER take grocery shopping for granted again. Never.

*Dining out. The Coach and I have had a standing Friday night date night for many years; I miss going out for dinner. But, we've been ordering in (or picking up) at least one night a week.

Listen, this is my petty little list and really, I'm NOT complaining. It's just things that I miss.

Can I count my blessing? Oh HELL yes.

*My people are healthy.
*Our business is still in motion.
*I have money in the bank to pay bills.

We are fortunate.
I wish everyone was as fortunate.

***

Tomorrow would be my Mom's 77th birthday. For the past few years, one or two of my favorite people (when available) join me for two of my Mom's three favorite things:
Mexican food and a margarita.

Her third favorite thing? Latin men.

We, being married women and all we generally skip those.

Plus, she was known to be a bad pecker picker; starting with my Dad and she went downhill from there. I'm not badmouthing her; she knew it too.

So, tomorrow we are going to attempt to have margaritas together via Zoom; it will be my first time.
For the zoom, not the margarita.
Now I'm wondering how I can get some Mexican food too.

{Suz and Bev at her 72nd birthday. Guess what we were eating and drinking?}

My mom LOVED my blog. She would call me and say: YOU are so funny.
OR she'd say: Who were you referring to in that post?
Or she would complain that I didn't blog enough.

Now that I write all that, she sounded demanding.

For someone who had nothing to say, I found some words to share today.

Wishing you all a good weekend and if you have the ingredients, have a margarita in Beverly's honor on Saturday. She was the best Mom I ever had and I miss her terribly.

If you are fortunate enough to have one or both parents, call them this weekend, it's the least you can do.

I'm not even a Jewish mom, but I can make y'all feel guilty, can't I?

XO