Stream Of Consciousness: Dirty Floor-plans & Mother’s Day Thoughts.

I had nothing in particular to share today, so how about a stream of unconscious post?


We’re back home in hawt Florida. I love our time in GA, the weather is generally more pleasant and the house is less work there, but here I have My Butterflies & My Flowers and they both bring me joy.

On one of our walks in GA, Peanut and I were passing by a wooded area and I had a flashback memory from when I was a kid.

I played outside all the time and was alone quite a bit. We had a generously sized back yard that had a chain link fence. Beyond the fenced-in area there was a stretch of woods, then a canal, then a main thoroughfare, then the Palm Beach International Airport. (it was loud)

In the canal, there were often alligators, so I didn’t play on that side of the fence as much, but sometimes. Now that I think about it, I don’t know that I was told NOT to play around the alligators.

In the wooded area near the alligator canal, I would find little clearings of land in-between the trees and with my imagination, I would design my home there. Here is a bedroom space, next would be the kitchen, a bathroom, etc (like this pic above that Peanut asked me to share)

At the back of our property line, against the fence were giant Australian Pine trees.. Under the Australian pines, I would use a rake and sweep the pine needles into living spaces, making little walls/floor plans out of the pine debris and adjusting the size of my rooms when it struck my fancy.

I was six years old and designing my dream home. I mean, it was dirt and pine needles, but you gotta start somewhere.

This memory came to me while walking, but we’re also trying to come up with a floorpan for the New House, so it’s all relative. We’re gonna use a professional, and not me outside with a rake and pine needles, so no need to worry.

We arrived home in time to meet the girls for dinner, which is special. I’ve not mentioned it here, because it’s my blog even though my children might think it’s all about them, (kidding!) but Lolo has moved further north (rude) and is almost two hours away from her beloved Mother. But she made the trek to spend a few hours with us, and I appreciate that. I can’t imagine if my kids didn’t want to spend time with me; how sad would that be? Anyhoo, they went in on a great gift for me, my jaw dropped and I said: My blog friend Kari has one of these. I’m so excited! (I’ll share when it’s put together)

Speaking of Mother’s day. This thought has been in my head and I want you guys to chime in as I appreciate the varied differences in my blog friends. I was checking out of the grocery store last week and the clerk said: Have a Happy Mother’s Day! How did she know I’m a mother? Is it my haircut?

I appreciate the comment, but what happens if I were not a mother; either by choice or I couldn’t but really wanted to? If you fall into that category, what do you think about the sentiment? And how would you respond?

My writing time is up!


If You Have To Say It Out Loud, It’s Probably Not True.

When my girls were in Middle school I carpooled with a Mom who lived around the corner; her kids (twins) were one or two grades above Linds and one year below Lolo. As much as I loved their mom, the twins were a bit obnoxious. They loved to brag about the size of their home, how much it could sell for, their new clothes, new phones etc…I just can’t with braggers, even if they’ve barely hit puberty, but being the mature adult, I bit my tongue a lot.

I recall one day when picking them up from school, the daughter was scrolling her texts said to me: “You probably don’t know this, but I’m really popular.”

The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop myself:

Well, if you have to say it out Loud, it’s probably not true.

Obviously, I’d had enough with her sassy ass. I could hear Lindsay in the backseat giggling at my remark, and since then, that’s been a One Liner with Linds and I.

Recently, the Coach and I attended an event/dinner/awards at our local university. In attendance, and sitting at our table was a former athlete who is only two years older than our Lolo. Anyhoo, this young lady is beautiful, smart, very sweet, appeared very accomplished and personable.

But as much as I admired her for those things, and she did seem interested in the other people around her, I also knew in the first 21 minutes of introduction that she (and her husband, who is my age) have several Chiropractic practices, a Ferrari, a large house, plenty of travel opportunities that require much luggage and her Chanel purse needs its own chair.

Woah Sister, save some stuff for later!

The Coach and I discussed it on the way home and had a good snicker. Not the candy bar, a giggle, although I could use a snicker bar because I’m not myself when I’m hungry.

Anyhoo. It made me wonder, if I had all those ‘things’ at 32, would I feel the need to boast about them? No. I would not. And today, at the ripe old age of what I am, I’m kind of the opposite. I prefer to play down the ‘stuff’ and focus on what really matters: My Stellar Personality.

Not to brag, but I’m damn popular. In this house. Most of the time. Really, mostly at dinner time, but you know.

Anyone run into a bragger lately? Were you as unimpressed as I?


Denver, Live Aid, Retro Christmas

I finally started listening to Christmas music this week even though I’ve not put up our tree. It’s a two man job getting the Christmas Paraphernalia out of the garage storage and my man has been so *extra busy; maybe this weekend it will happen. I’ve thought about NOT putting it up and when everyone arrives on Christmas Eve, just have them do it. How’s that for a gift?

*I don’t think that I’ve shared that Coach is not only re-doing our condo from Hurricane Ian, he’s taken on NINE units in our small condo complex. NINE units from top to bottom! Yes, he’s insane and I told him so. Turns out working with FEMA is actually worse than dealing with the County with permits/inspectors.

Anyhoo, the song Do They Know It’s Christmas came on and it reminded me of a story I’d heard recently. I listen to the podcast MObituaries with Mo Rocca (have you listened? It’s a great podcast) and he did an episode on John Denver. I’ve always loved John’s music and it was so interesting to me to learn how he was once very controversial to some people, (unwarranted, by the way- Rocky Mountain High was NOT about weed!) and how he was doing humanitarian work before it was fashionable to do so. He was feeding the hungry, but, he was snubbed from the BandAid movement and it hurt him terribly. See, even grown men have their feelings hurt…not just me.

I remember watching the Live Aid Concert; not only because it was a great cause and great song, but because ALL MY BOYFRIENDS WERE THERE TOGETHER!

Simon LeBon, John Taylor, Bono, Sting, George Michael (don’t act like you didn’t have a gay boyfriend!) Adam Ant and David Bowie.

This was just a month before I met The Coach, so I would’ve given all my meals to feed the hungry if it meant I could be there in person. I mean, if they didn’t see me in person, how could all of them propose to me? Wait, what am I talking about?! At the time my daily food requirements consisted of toast dipped in coffee for breakfast, a snickers bar and diet coke for lunch and probably a pop tart for dinner. That’s not a humanitarian effort.

Speaking of Christmas songs, I think I shared this last year. Or the year prior? This is my favorite Christmas song; I adore Kacey Musgraves; her voice is angelic.

And just for shits and giggles, a few vintage Christmas photos of Mark and Suz; remember, he’s the cute one. (that was a great Christmas post!)

Have you finished decorating? Do you remember Live Aid?

Did you also want to marry one of my boyfriends? If so, we would be Sister Wives today.