Waiting by the phone for HGTV to call and being the victim of a hate crime.

So, for years and years the Coach and I've talked about flipping properties. Houses, condos, whathaveyou.
We did such a beautiful renovation on our house and I figured HGTV would be at our door in a minute to feature us on their new spin-off channel: Everything Suz Does Is Fabulous.
I haven't' come up with the entire show line up yet, but some ideas for them would be:
Bee like Suz and keep your sh*t tidy
or
Let Suz teach you how to organize your closet by season and color so you don't appear to be clinically insane.

While I'm waiting for them to come knocking on our door, we completely renovated a small condo on the bay across the street from the Gulf of Mexico.
We plan on using it for seasonal rental and when not renting, we'll visit and keep our boat there.

Ya'll, it's SO stinking cute.

Cocoa and Callie wondering when they can go back to their 'real' home. 

I will eventually show real photos.

But, this post isn't really about that adorable condo that we renovated.

This post is about being hated and targeted with violence.

At this condo, there is a Mockingbird with a vendetta against ME.
Me, of all people. 
Me, the nature lover.
Me, the one who feeds the d*amn birds, squirrels, bees & butterflies.
ME!

I can't go to the garbage or recycling area without being squawked at.
I can't go to my car without being assaulted by its ravenous beak and talons.
I can't take the dogs for a casual walk without being hunted down and dive-bombed.

Y'all. I hate this bird because this bird hates me.
And this bird is making my life very uncomfortable and I'm almost as traumatized as that time I saw a photo of my 80's self, wearing ALL that blue eyeshadow and NO mascara.

I googled some information because I assumed it had a nest nearby and perhaps wanted to add some of my blonde straw hair to it.
OR it was worried that I wanted its babies. (Lord knows, I don't want to feed anything more than I already do)
Come to find out, it's probably worried about its babies and guess what else.
Mockingbirds don't attack everyone. They generally will attack the same people over and over and not necessarily everyone that comes near it.
I've asked around.
I'm the ONLY target for this damn bird.

I guess I'll hit up my realtor and see if we can move this property and start renovating another one because I think the neigbhors are tired of hearing me scream my head off 4-6 times a day.

Day drinking and grieving

It was my mom's 75th birthday this past week. Since she passed away in 2015, my Aunt, Uncle and I find ways to celebrate her day. They are of course in ATL, and I'm way down here in hot azz Florida....so we celebrate together but apart. 
I had to twist the arms of two of my friends to join me. I'm so strong.....and they are so weak when it comes to celebrating.

That time I took my Mom to Vegas for her 70th birthday

We did three of my mom's four favorite things; ate Mexican food, had a margarita and laughed like hyenas. She had a fourth favorite thing, but it doesn't fit in with my lifestyle; latin men. 
The coach frowns upon me having gentlemen callers, even in the name of honoring my mom. What can I say? I don't want to rock the boat when the boat is floating so darn well. 

You know what I'm not a fan of? Wallowing in sorrow. Unless it was a child or husband you've lost, it's part of the circle of life. Yes, I've watched The Lion King more than thrice. 

I miss my Mom terribly. Sometimes I weep. I miss my Brother terribly, and my father and my Sassy Grandma and the other two Grandpa's (even the crabby one). But you know what, we can't live forever. Death is a part of life. 

*pulls up big girl panties*

I'm not saying everyone has to grieve as I do, but some people seem to ONLY focus on the people who they've lost and not the people who they still have around them. I.don't.get.it. 

Another thing I don't get is bad driving. Why?

Anyhoo, I really started and kept up this blog for my Mom's reading pleasure. I hope she has a good wifi provider now and is keeping up with me and my shenanigans. 

Happy birthday Bev! XOXO

The new one.

This past weekend we had a family reunion. Well, kinda.
The Coach's Mom asked if anyone wanted to meet for lunch in a little po'dunk town that is about 1/2 way between her house and our house.
Well, even though I have been feeling like crapola, I couldn't miss a family reunion lunch. What I did miss, was taking a picture of said family reunion lunch. Coach's Mom and Stepdad, Coach and I, Lolo and Linds, Coach's brother, his GF, my Niece, her husband and cute as heck baby and my Nephew. All for lunch about an hour away. IT was great to see everyone. I felt good enough during the entire lunch to eat real food and carry on a conversation.
*looks around for gold medal*

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Anyhoo, Lolo mentioned that she's been dating a new boy.  I guess she actually dates men, but I just can't bring myself to call them that just yet.
According to her, this boy is all that and a bag of chips. Gosh, I love chips. But that's just my stomach talking.
She met him at work; he's a fellow Popo but works in a different part of town.
I try not to get excited, even though secretly, I'm planning a wedding and baby shower at the same time in my head. I'm a multitasking planner.
She's taken me down this road before. A few years ago, it was The Detective. We really liked him; he had his act together; a great career and was settled in his own home, comes from a good family and has no drama in his life. I guess he was a man and not a boy, so I have to take that part back.

Next, there was The Accountant. Again, he comes from a great family, was working full time and finishing up his Master's degree. We liked him. Well, I should say I 'couldn't find anything wrong with him' and that's pretty darn good. But again, she sent him packing.

I'm putting my foot down and not really getting excited about The Deputy Guy. (yeah, I just named him) But if someone could possibly find the perfect man, get married, have babies and never move more than 5 miles away from me, then I'll stop having to plan these secret weddings and baby showers in my head.

See, she looks great with a baby! 

Really, I'm not gonna think about it at all.

But, what color MOB (Mother of Bride) dress would look good on me? 

XOXO

You get a spirit, you get a spirit and YOU get a spirit!

On Saturday night my girls and I went to the Theresa Caputo Live Experience. 
Have you ever watched her show on TLC, The Long Island Medium? 
She's got spirit, yes she do, she's got spirit, how about you?
Ok, that improper grammar just hurts.

Anyhoo, my Mom was a big fan of Theresa and saw her in person a few times. (She always hoped her Mom or my Brother might come through) You can do a personal reading with her, but she's limited on appointments and you have to travel to Long Island. I'm a fan of travelling to islands, but not that one.
She's not psychic, but (according to her) spirits speak through her. I'm really wondering if the spirits channel information through Theresa's extremely large hair-do? If so, I'll never hear from anyone with this flat mop of mine.

Is she real? Is she a great hoax? 
Not 100% sure.

At the show (in a smallish concert hall) she walks through the audience and gets feelings and talks to people who have spirits coming through. I honestly thought at first that the people in the audience could be 'planted' there. But then, so much of what she was saying to them was totally off the wall....and extremely emotional. Lolo and I cried through most of it and Lolo NEVER cries.

Sadly, we were up in the balcony section, so she didn't come through our area because I was so hoping my Mom was there with us.

So, as I was wavering back and forth on the legitimacy of it all, Theresa started talking to a lady in the audience that I actually KNEW! I was shocked. Now, this is not a close friend of mine at all....I've met her a few times and her husband worked for our company for 10 years before they married. He no longer works for us, so contact has been diminished. BUT, the things Theresa was saying to her, was legit.

My Aunt has a theory that Theresa's people search you out via social media to get some info on you and she's wearing an earpiece in that big hair of hers. Me? I'm not so sure.
I do believe we have spirits/souls around us.
And, I lived in that haunted house for a few years. That house had a very active spirit.

So, whether it was real or not, it was an interesting evening spent with two of my favorite people.

Happy Monday Ya'll.


XOXOXO



photo of Theresa borrowed from her site. 

TGIF~Remember Easter?

Happy Friday Ya'll

I'm not quite sure why Friday is always such a big deal, most of MY days are about the same, but when there is special abbreviation for ONE day, then you have to get excited about it.

I've been under the weather this week....some sort of weird bug I picked up somewhere. Most likely I picked it up at Publix, where I pick up all the other stuff for our life.
Anyhoo....food has not been a friend of mine for a few days even though my body/belly want it. But then, my body/belly repels it.

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Both of the girls were home for Easter Sunday.
For me, that is quite the celebration.

When your grown girls (22 & 24) ask to color eggs, you color eggs.

Ok. Maybe only one asked to color eggs. But hey, she's the Popo, so I've got to adhere or I'll get some sort of Easter violation ticket. 

I made my Mom's famous Easter cake. Ok, maybe it's only famous to our family.....or anyone who has the cake Dr. Cookbook. 

Apparently, I'm grasping onto the good ole days as I hid eggs for the girls to hunt. 

It took them exactly 6 mintues to find all 16 eggs. 

Apparently, my egg hiding skills are sliding. 

But hey, I get points for the fact that I put $$ and gift cards in the eggs. 

Am I buying their love and attention?
Nahhh....
They really come for the food.
It was a good day.

Have a sweet weekend!
Now, if I could just eat a meal like a normal person, all would be great.

XOXO