Birthday Reflections, I Love Presents And Lillie Is Making Strides.

Thank you ALL for your positive comments on my Lillie post; your words mean a lot to me. Also, everyone who shared what ‘we would do together on my birthday filled my heart with love. 

It turns out that my day was all about eating. We met Coach’s Mom, Step Dad, Linds, my adapted daughter Halie, (not adopted since her Mom wouldn’t give her up, so we all adapted) our dear friends TW and Mo for a long lunch that was delicious for our bellies and great for my soul. 

Saturday night, we had dinner with Coach’s Dad, step Mom, and Linds. Linds made out with two free meals on my day! I was showered with thoughtful, sweet gifts, and you know what I realized? I LOVE PRESENTS, even if it’s a little thing like a kitchen scrubber. 

While at dinner, two other tables near us were also celebrating a birthday which I thought was total BS. IT’S MY DAY; STOP TRYING TO BOSS HOG MY DAY! 


Linds gave me the absolute sweetest card with words from her beautiful heart. Whenever I’m having a bad day, I’ll pull that out and reread it. 

Isn’t the written word priceless? We laughed that she could only find a pencil in her apartment. Now I know what I’m getting her for Christmas.

Much to the horror of my MIL, my FIL bought me a kitchen scrubber and dropped it in the gift bag she had with a few other items. He said:  You will love this and he was right. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. *giggle* He knows me. 

I received lovely flowers from my girls (adapted & DNA) and Nathan. My kids know my weakness for Reese’s. I had one cup on Saturday and one on Sunday; I’m satisfied for a while. 


I think it was Thursday when Lillie turned a corner which was a surprise since she doesn’t even have a driver’s license. But as I was feeding the crew dinner (we had Max for the last month), Lillie all of a sudden perked up and was excited about meal time. I was worried it was temporary joy, but she’s been eating her regular food (I don’t have to share my popcorn!) and acting almost like her old self. 

We take her this morning to have her sutures (hopefully)removed and to get an update on the lab results. 

Thank you for all your kind words and love. It means more than you could know. 

Do you have a favorite go-to candy that you might sometimes crave so much that you might push down a human to get one? Just me? 


Speaking Of Labor Day, What Was Your First Job?

Happy Labor Day. For my Canadian friends: Happy Labour Day!

Let’s talk about earning money.


My Mom was a waitress for a good part of her life and when I was eleven/twelve we moved from FL to GA. Bev had a hard time finding a job and ended up waitressing at The Waffle House while looking for something better; she was with Waffle House for sixteen years as a waitress/manager. I think she just gave up and settled down there. When I was twelve I worked as a Dishwasher there. I wasn’t officially employed, but the waitresses would give me a couple of dollars and then feed me something scattered, smothered and covered. If you know, you know.

Beverly and look who’s photobombing? That’s my brother Mark; she convinced him to work there for a while.


When I was Thirteen I sold Avon. Which is kind of a lie because I purchased more than I sold; THE MAKEUP!


I Scooped ice cream at Baskin Robbins and earned $2.50 an hour in 1981 at fourteen years old. The owners of the shop were HORRIBLE people. Mean. Cheap. Horrible. And I’m here to tell you that scooping ice cream is more challenging than it appears. This wasn’t soft serve; that’s for sissies. I looked it up and the minimum wage at that time was $3.35. Do you think I can get back pay?


I was in 10th grade and I’d moved back to Florida and was now living with my Dad. I needed a job because Phil didn’t care to share his income with me and this girl needed some fashion. I was a waitress/runner at Ponderosa Steakhouse; do you remember that place? It was buffet style dining. I worked my biscuits off; some weekends found me working double 8 hour shifts and when summer came I took a position at Marshalls that was in the same plaza and worked both jobs; some days I would walk from one to the other and change clothes. I ended up working at Ponderosa for about 2 years and stayed at Marshalls for about 3 years. I can’t remember why I ever left Marshalls because my butt sure as heck visits the one in my town at least once three times a month and I could use a discount!


After High School I attended Cosmetology College and the most interesting job I had happened while I was in beauty school. My friend Tanya’s Mom was a supervisor/manager for the Phone Company (Bell South? AT & T?)and there was a time when all the Operators went on strike. Tanya’s mom convinced us to go through the training and work as Operators until the strike was over. Ya’ll I was young and didn’t realize what was happening until Tanya and I arrived at the location and there were picketers all over the place and they were hollering SCABS!! at us as we drove into the parking lot.

I didn’t have a clue in what we were getting ourselves into. But hey, it paid well; I think $15 an hour. It was NOT an easy job. Was 911 a thing in Florida yet? I’m not sure, but I got a lot of emergency calls and some of them I can not get out of my head all these years later.

My first job as a hairstylist. I wonder if that lady tipped well? Fun fact: I still have that belt and I purchased it at Marshalls with my discount.

What was your first and/or most unusual job?

Where The Weekend Went: Early Out/Early In, Comedy Is Still Funny And Stomp It!

It was so glorious to NOT have anything planned for the weekend which has not been the case for the last 4 months or so.

On Friday I had a Dermaplaning facial; I’m totally addicted to The Razor and I swear by it. This procedure keeps your skin youthful. Most people are surprised that I’m about to have my 85th birthday and I can thank my aesthetician for that. Anyhoo, we generally have a Friday Night Date that consists of going to dinner, and I insist that he pays because I’m old fashioned. But since I had my facial that afternoon, I didn’t want to wash all the good serums off my skin and apply makeup. You should have heard me explaining this to my husband; he looked like I do when he explains just about anything that has to do with math. So, we ordered in dinner because date night be damned; why miss an opportunity to be served.


I purchased some tix for a comedy club that is literally minutes from our house and has probably been there for 15 years. Have we ever been? Have I signed myself up for Open Mic night? Nope. Even though I know I missed my calling as a stand up comedian.

*I vow that in my next life I’m going to be a comedian and an interior designer; hell I could probably do them both at the same time*

The Coach mentioned as we were leaving the house: “I’ve not been to a comedy show in at least a decade” (we used to go all the time as youngsters) I replied: “Me too, I hope comedy is still funny.”

We decided to have a bite to eat first at our fave little Sushi/Thai restaurant which is on the way. Y’all we left our house at 5:35, had dinner and then a comedy show and we were back home at 8pm. How’s that for living large?

The good news: Comedy IS still funny. We laughed our azzes off and I’ve got some new material to work on.


On Sunday we went to my BIL’s for a last minute/impromptu birthday party for my Great Niece who turns 5 next week, she is indeed great.

We got her some elbow/knee pads to go with a bike that she’s getting but I also (impulse buy) picked up a Stomp Rocket for her because and guess what? FUN IT IS!

I know what I’m asking for when my birthday comes around. Honestly though, she LOVED the knee pads so much. Who knew that would be the hit from her gift pile?

Anyone ever have a dermaplaning facial? How about a Stomp Rocket?

Have you ever had a facial WHILE Stomping a Stomp Rocket? 😜