04 April 2015

Quiet Saturday Night

I'm in Lincoln, chilling at the hospital with my little sis and her new baby girl. So now my best little buddy has a baby sister to love. It's been a beautiful couple of days.

Tonight, we're having a sleepover at the hospital. Since Little Buddy and his daddy are sleeping at home, it's only fair that someone stays to keep his mommy company, too.

20 March 2015

Friday Night Excitement

I cannot imagine anything that could top this Friday night fun I am having. My best little buddy and I just ate green cupcakes with chocolate frosting. Now we are cuddled up with Capt. Roger Wilco (a build a bear) and Elizabeth (a naughty dog), watching a very exciting film, "Mr. Peabody and Sherman". It is a new favorite.

I hope you have a wonderful Friday night with someone you love too.

19 March 2015

Practically perfect

I could have sworn I wrote something here. Where did it go?

15 March 2015

I deserved this

This morning I received a text message that said this:

" Good morning! 'I noticed you're slipping a little on your writing, missing a day here and there.' - Your Conscience "

Tis true. I have been slipping. I have no excuse. I haven't done my taxes yet. No excuse for that procrastination either. To make it up to you, I want you to watch this cool video that I filmed at the Jason Mraz show last Tuesday Night!  Inspired by a trip to Antarctica: http://youtu.be/zWHqyGEpMq4

11 March 2015


I do not understand how two people share the same experience, yet walk away with completely different perceptions.

I guess this is why my professional life now includes a prescribed course of "Emotional Intelligence" training.

09 March 2015

March of the Penguins

All day I have been writing the date with February instead of March. I blame daylight savings time.

My two year old nephew went up to a little boy crying at day care and said, "It's okay, buddy. Come on I'm gonna fu#k you up." To which my sister turned back around and yelled "Funk... Funk... Uptown Funk" The other adults were smiling and laughing. Nephew smiled and started dancing next to the little boy to cheer him up. Thank you, Bruno Mars.

I need to file my taxes. Maybe I will do that on Wednesday. Tomorrow, I get to go to the Jason Mraz show at the Orpheum. Looking forward to the evening.

Almost bedtime... More shenanigans will occur tomorrow.

05 March 2015

No more 16year olds

The twins turned 17 today. Happy birthday.

04 March 2015

15 minutes

Last night was a poor sleep night. It made me cranky.

How in the world did I survive decades without adequate sleep?

I read two interesting articles today. One was about using Modified T Cell therapy to cure leukemia and the other was about doctors using the measles virus to eradicate cancerous tumors.

Therein lies the answer to all those people who ask how a loving God would choose to allow diseases like measles, small pox, rabies, and HIV inhabit the earth. Every living organism has its own purpose. No one life will destroy all others.

Evolution truly is a miraculous process. Darwin may have received some divine intervention.

03 March 2015

Day 14

In two days, the twins will be 17. Where has the time gone? Sometimes it feels like No time has passed since I was 17. I can close my eyes right now and imagine with HD clarity, me sitting on the couch with David Kennedy at my 17th birthday party.

On that day, I was so sure of my life path. I was going to change the world. Achieving greatness was my destiny. Funny creatures, we humans. I am not where I thought I'd be. I'm not doing anything I thought I'd be doing.

I look at my life and I see so many mistakes and so many lessons learned. I see joy and love and hidden gems not yet revealed. I have read thousands of books and written tens of thousands of words. I have wiped away an ocean of tears and laughed until I couldn't breathe.

As the twins turn 17, I fervently hope that they make great strides to achieve  whatever goals they set for themselves and still embrace whatever life throws at them unexpectedly.

Sometimes the unexpected moments are the best ones.

02 March 2015

Lucky #13

Where does the time go?

The one issue I have with my new sleep success is that I don't Have nearly as many hours in the day to get things done.

I need to modify my schedule . . .

01 March 2015

Not so dirty dozen

The adventures of Rick and the gang trumped me writing anything of substance tonight. If my bedtime could be later on Sundays, you could have had something better to read than this.

I'm thinking of taking a road trip soon. I cannot take another month without seeing the twins, my DBFF, my bestie SWU, & the rest of my Texas family. If anyone is interested in having a house guest, let me know.

Fun times are ahead.

28 February 2015

On a Scale of 1 - 5, I'll give it an 11

In July 2014, I went to a movie with Girl Twin. We saw something scary, though I have forgotten the title. While watching the film, I peeled all my fake fingernails off, and damaged my thumbnail in the process. It hurt for days. But, I decided then and there that  would stop biting my nails. And I did; for a few months. My new nails grew back brittle and weak. Each time one broke, I would have to glue a fake fingernail over it to prevent me from biting again.

Fast forward to the month of February 2015. My nails are the longest they have been in years. They are finally healthy -- for the most part. I paint them to prevent me from biting. The issue now is that when the paint on one nail chips, I find myself peeling the nail polish off all of them. Clearly, it is an OCD issue; probably the same one that makes me want to bite them. I don't mind the temptation. It serves as a reminder that I can still earn the "W", even when the outcome isn't perfect. 

That is a lesson I wish I would have learned 20 years ago. I suppose there are a lot of things we wish we had done, seen, avoided, etc. over the years. There's still time.      

27 February 2015

Almost missed it

My timing is off tonight. I realized that I hadn't written what I had intended and now it's almost midnight. So... Here's the deal. Tomorrow, I will write something that will require twice the effort. And tonight, I will just say that I am missing my Texas peeps more than usual. I'm not sure if it is because y'all got to play in the snow or if it has just been too long since I've visited; either way, know that you are loved.

Sweet dreams.

26 February 2015

Day Nine

Recently, someone I know referred to sleep as "one of life's simple pleasures".  Pleasurable as sleep can be, it is far from simple. Even now, with a relatively stable sleep cycle, I have to dot every "t" and cross every "i" . . . wait, strike that; reverse it. My sleep will never be simple; its complexity ensures I will never take it for granted. I am okay with that fact.

What I am not okay with is forgetting that a Groupon is expiring. Bloody hell. I had every intention of ordering this wooden photograph puzzle with a picture of me and little buddy. I was going to give it to him for St Patrick's Day. Now if I want the puzzle, I have to pay full price. Sure, I can use the amount I paid for the Groupon towards the puzzle -- but, then I am paying full price PLUS shipping. If I wanted to pay full price and shipping, I would not have purchased the damn Groupon. I don't know how this happens. I look at the dates, I tell myself I have a deadline, and still, I end up doing them at the last minute OR missing them by a day.

From this moment forward, I vow to not allow another Groupon to expire unused. The next one expires on March 18, 2015. That gives me twenty days to . . . attend 10 classes. Looks like someone is starting Yoga on Saturday!

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought it would help me relax.


25 February 2015


Tonight, I have freshly laundered sheets and a bed practically to myself. Yes, it is true that Grace is perched on her stack of pillows, and Elizabeth is wrapped in her own clean sheet at the bottom of the bed; however, I have 7/8 of the bed to myself. Unlike the guests we have had, these two creatures mind their own business and know not to walk on me while I am sleeping. It is heavenly.

My humidifier is running on high, so no chapped lips in the morning --which makes me very happy . . . . even if there will be snow on the ground. This whole winter thing is getting out of hand. Though they say "If March comes in like a lion, it leaves like a lamb." I could use a little lamb-like Spring.

I am looking forward to Thursday and all the fun and excitement of an icy drive into work. It is a good thing I leave so early in the morning - fewer cars to avoid. With that thought in mind, I am logging off and shutting down for the night.

Be excellent to one another . . . and party on, dudes!

24 February 2015

Day Seven

And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. - Genesis 2:3 KJV
Even religion recognizes the need for rest. Think back to the night I asked you what price you would pay for a good night's sleep. Did an answer even cross your mind before you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep? Probably not; it was a rhetorical question.

I painted my nails twice tonight. The first time,I didn't wait long enough between coats. Removed the polish and tried again. The second time, I had to corral an unruly pup when I was in the middle of a second coat. Removed the polish and did not try again. Tonight is my last night of dog sitting - so instead of worrying about my nails, I decided to give in to the chaos.

It was the right decision. I now have three dogs that are sleeping soundly and one that is almost ready to hunker down for the night. Even Princess Grace is ready for sleepy time.

Good night, moon.  

23 February 2015

Day Six

I read my first Dean Koontz book when I was in middle school. I instantly fell in love with his ability to write about evil without destroying hope. 

In the years since that trip through The Funhouse, I have relished each and every moment spent inside the pages of his books. Everything he has published can be found here. I have read them all. I lived the stories with the characters. Their journeys became mine. 

I want to write like that. I want to write something that allows the reader to suspend all disbelief and become a part of the story . . . and when the final page is read, I want the reader to close the book and feel as if he's saying goodbye to a friend. -- 

Until tomorrow.


22 February 2015

Day Five

I love watching the Academy Awards. It is the only Award show that I believe deserves a party. Luckily for me, I have a friend that not only shares my love for the Oscars, but is willing to throw a party to watch the incredibly long live production. As with most themed parties, this one encourages a costume; think 2014-ish movie inspiration or character.

My date, Mr. Renaissance, was willing to play along. He was an incredibly realistic Nick Dunne from Gone Girl; while I attempted to resemble Det. Rhonda Boney of the same film. We didn't win best costumes, but we definitely get A+ for effort. Yay for participation and enthusiasm!!

Unfortunately, my laptop is about to die, and I am awake well past my bedtime. I promise to write something better tomorrow. Until then, be well.

21 February 2015

Day Four

Did you happen to look at the sky tonight around dusk? If you did, then you were able to witness a very heavenly romance; Mars and Venus were close enough in the night sky to almost kiss . . .while the Cheshire Cat smiled a few degrees above them. 

I woke up early this morning to bake scones. They turned out amazing. I don't like buying scones from most bakeries because they are over handled. Usually, the dough is compressed into smooth shapes -- not the spiky blobs they are supposed to be. My scones were airy and crumbly when I broke them open. I probably didn't need to add butterscotch and chocolate chips. They were far sweeter than I intended. Later in the week, I may make some Asiago cheese scones.

Tomorrow, however, I will be making Red Carpet Cupcakes for the Oscars Party I am attending. I am looking forward to the event. My friend throws it every year. It's a potluck; so there will be plenty of food and beverages to consume while we watch. I haven't seen all of the movies nominated; but I still enjoy the suspense when they open the envelope and pause . . .   

20 February 2015

Day Three

We've all heard the saying, "You can sleep when you're dead." Anyone who says that with conviction must be getting enough sleep.

Most of the people I come across want more sleep. Think back to the last time you had a terrible night's sleep. Maybe you were up all night with a new baby. Perhaps you were up late working to meet a deadline . . . or pulling an all-nighter with a special someone. The why is not important; the fallout is our focus. How do you feel after one night with little to no sleep?


What happens when you have to repeat that cycle for days, weeks, months, or years? At what point will a body force itself into sleep mode? I don't know the definitive answer; only that it's a lot longer than whatever number is in your head. Sleep deprivation is torture. Anyone who has ever gone without adequate sleep for an extended period of time can attest to this fact.

I want to write more . . . but, I cannot. My bedtime tonight is 00:00 and I am cutting it close.

Let me leave you with a question to ponder:

What price would you be willing to pay for a good night's sleep? I know my answer; it is more than I had ever imagined.

Sweet dreams!! More tomorrow.

19 February 2015

Day Two

I am not alone.

Within 15 feet of me are five living and breathing creatures; four of which are actually within arm's reach. I have one little Shih Tzu resting her head on my left arm as I type. There is an extremely bitchy cat flicking me with her tail. The other Shih Tzu is looking back and forth between me and the cat -- neither of us are in the mood to play with him right now. Of course, Ebie is lying at the bottom of the bed, wrapped in a blanket cocoon, and snuggled up against my left leg. The five of us will spend the next 8 or so hours on this very comfortable, full size bed. 

Wait a second, I mentioned five creatures . . .  whom have I forgotten? 

Gustaph Schmurr . . . the sweetest, quietest, most well-behaved creature ever to reside in this home. That's right, folks, Gustaph is my baby sister's beloved St. Bernard. While Lulu and my brother-in-law are building their dream home on one of the Hawaiian islands, I get to hang out with Gustaph..

18 February 2015

Day One

It's Ash Wednesday.

There are five minutes between now and the beginning of my bedtime ritual. That means five minutes to think and ponder and write whatever comes to my mind before I become a slave to my sleep. I have spent decades wondering why sleep evaded me when I desperately needed it . . .  only to envelop me when I wanted to stay awake for more important ventures. Not anymore.

Now, I have a regular sleep schedule; it runs with the precision of a British bank in Edwardian England. I will tell you all about it tomorrow. Cross my heart; not a pie crust promise.


Eidetic Vision

Main Entry: ei·det·ic Pronunciation: I-'det-ik Function: adjective : marked by or involving extraordinarily accurate and vivid recall especially of visual images - an eidetic memory Merriam-Webster's Dictionary, © 2002 Merriam-Webster, Inc.