Part One of My Mini Novella

I always wanted to be a writer, for as long as I can remember. However I don’t have a complete story in me just all these little bits and pieces. The following was written over a series of days in May of 2016.  There are six parts that I will post in a single day.  Gotta love the technology.

Last weekend when we had car trouble, Billy Bob and Pony Boy¬†were headed to the ranch. Of course they were … nothing bad can happen when Billy is here to help. I could write an anthology of “things that go wrong when Big B. is out-of-town” which used to be ALL the freaking time. Getting older has perks. The youngsters get to “enjoy” all the business travel these days.

That is all for now ~ As always, more to come.

A Day To Honor The Fallen

In a Memorial Day ceremony¬†last Wednesday, a Gold Star Mother asked the audience¬†not to use the word happy with Memorial Day. ¬†She said, “For those who have lost someone, there is nothing happy about it”. ¬†Instead this day is a solemn¬†occasion to honor the fallen. ¬† The following was the first thing I saw this morning when I went to login into¬†

Such sacrifice through valor made,

A debt too deep to be repaid,

From their courage freedom born,

To remember them the poppy worn.

You do not need an account to see the remainder of this tribute; it is public info titled¬†Rooted in Sacrifice. ¬†To view, is well worth your time. ¬†Be sure to scroll down to the¬†video at the end. ¬†‚̧

It’s How I Deal

I stayed home and Billy is at the hospital.  I’m “nesting” for Lulu’s return. Which may actually be tomorrow ūüė≥. I’ve washed towels and bed linens. I’ve dusted, swept, mopped and vacuumed.  The diffuser is diffusing.  I cleared off the countertops and for no good reason organized this cabinet.  

All lids present and accounted for.  Tops without bottoms or bottoms without tops went in recycling.  Now before recycling, I was a hoarder.  I can’t stand to throw anything away even when it’s not needed. 

My motto “if you’ve got time to lean, you’ve got time to clean”.  ūü§£.  Not really.  Today just might be a momentous occasion.  Plus I figured Big B needed a break. After all he’s a much better housekeeper than I am!

As always more to come 

Scent of a Woman #SoCS

Thanks to Linda for another good prompt … smell. ¬†Does not need to be malodorous. ¬†I am enchanted by words. ¬†Malodorous even sounds stinky. ¬†But this is not about that. ¬†Let’s flow¬†shall we? Rules & Ping Back


Do you believe a¬†blind Army officer can tell if a woman is beautiful simply by her smell? In the 1992 movie, a remake of a 1974 Italian film, starring Al Pacino and Chris O’Donnell, that was the case. ¬†Yes, I am where Pony gets it. ¬†His love for all things theatrical.

Anyway keeping with the prompt … smell, the first thing the popped into my head was this movie. ¬†Made me stop and wonder about the role smell plays in attraction.

I remember once back in high school when my friend’s sister’s best friend told her “we are friends because I like the way you smell”. ¬†What the what? ¬†And we laughed but she went on to explain her mom who had gone back to college was researching for a paper and read somewhere that this is true. ¬†Smell plays a role in who we pick to be around in this life.

Humans are animals and like any other animal the senses are keen. ¬†The sense of smell is more base/animal-like to me for some unknown reason. ¬†One may not even realize but I believe it’s true, we are attracted to people (even if just in part) based on their smell.

It’s why I used to like wearing Billy Bob’s shirt after he had it on for a date night. ¬†Back when he still wore cologne and we even had date nights. ¬†(This past year all that’s changed but that topic has nothing to do with smell, so I save it for another day). ¬†Well, except to say, maybe I should start wearing his shirts again. ¬†Scent of a woman, how about scent of a man … MY man??

Gawd, I have lost it. ¬†It’s past my bedtime. ¬†I am exhausted. ¬†This is stream of consciousness after all and I am rambling down the bunny trials.

One more thought before I go. ¬†Have you watched the¬†recent viral video of a dad calming his crying baby¬†down by giving the child his wife’s¬†shirt from the laundry basket? ¬†You have to check this out!¬† Seeing is believing. ¬†Just look at the sweet lil guy.¬†Love !!

As always, more to come.

How Big A Boy Are You?

After Lulu was born, I took a job working nights.  I became daytime nanny and Billy was nighttime nanny.  That way I could stay part-time and we’d save the cost of daycare.    I had just lost my mom after all.  She was our original daytime nanny.  I miss my mommy!!  Especially at times like this.  But this post is about levity so I’ll continue. 

My coworker introduced another coworker (carpool buddy) to the comedy stylings of Roy D Mercer.  We’d listen to these cassettes  on the car rides home.  Yes you read that right!  Cassettes.  It was 1999 after all. Today these gems are on You Tube and converted to CDs.  They’re still just as cheesy as ever.  

I re-discovered Roy when a blogging friend and I commented back and forth about prank calls in the 70s.  Last week at work I listened to these to relieve anxiety of Lulu’s pending surgery.  And I got a lot of work done! Distraction causes focus! Oxymoron alert!   And you see I don’t need no stinking alprazolam.  I just need laughter. Even my physical pain went away.  Laughter.  The best analgesic out there!!

Take a listen.  I hope you enjoy!!

Roy D Mercer – Wrong Number – Get Well Soon CDAs always more to come. 

New Category Alert 

As I’m taking stock of how we got through these most recent events, I’m realizing that of every coping mechanism used, laughter was the best!   In this section titled because we all need a little levity, I’ll post a plethora of funny stuff. An eclectic mix mash.  

Kicking it off is Billy Bob aka Gene Hackman.  Why Gene? Well because he has  his Popeye Doyle glasses on of course.  Maybe only Truly Unplugged will get me.   

I about fell off the hospital cafeteria stool when he whips out his phone and says “now where’s my notepad?”  And starts typing away.  Will wonders ever cease?!?!?

I pretended I was snapping the guy in the F/U Mickey Mouse T-Shirt behind him.  Instead I got this ūüėÄ. Notice he has got on his reading glasses AND his shades.  I think he’s taking notes so he can key payroll.  Lol!  

As always more to come. 

She’s Alive

Duh?  Of course she’s alive.  Though she did finally share two fears in her panic last night:

  1. That she’d wake up during the surgery and feel everything 
  2. That she’d never wake up

I get it I really do.  I was scared of that too.  But I didn’t tell her that.  Instead we focused on it’s nothing until it’s something. That and how wicked good painkillers are theses days. 
The prognosis is good.  She kept both ovaries.  Final outcome TBD in 2-3 weeks when she gets the final lab test results from what they’re sending off. 

Right now Lulu is awake and asking for water. Pain is under control. The nurse has called us twice just to check in. 

Sort of funny is there’s no room in the inn.  And the inn = Methodist Metropolitan Hospital.  Not a play on a virgin birth. I assure you.  Come on smile.  No time for seriousness.  Not a single room at the inn. 

You see when Lulu got bumped up, she took the place of an outpatient.  Only this morning at admission did they realize she was staying.  

All the insurance money talks were based on this error too. But they said it’ll be reconciled later because of course there’s an extra expense for staying.  I knew the cost sounded too good to be true. 

All that means is she stays in recovery a bit longer.  And as my positive friend reminded me, the recovery nurses watch like hawks.  After she’s in a room sometimes the nurse coverage can be hi and bye. The only downside now is recovery is too swamped to sneak one of us back.  So we wait until:

  1. A room is ready (patients checking out all morning but then housekeeping has to clean still sounding more like an inn)
  2. Other outpatients are released and one or both of us can be snuck into recovery

Too tired for grammar police.  Is snuck even a word?  Maybe it’s sneaked??  Who knows?   Not I said the fly.  Somebody stop me ūüėā

As always more to come. 

Not Judgment But Observation 

There’s a family of 11 in the waiting room with us.  Four men who appear to brothers’ in law and seven women (three of the women in wheelchairs).  The women bear a striking resemblance to one another which is why I assume they’re sisters.  

They set out a spread of snacks.  Chips and dips.  Soda water.  

They just got the news. Surgery over for their loved one and as they expected the outcome was NOT good.  Most are crying. One says “now you see, you’ve got to change your cooking and what he’s eating”.

It seems wrong to be witness but there’s no where else for us to wait. My heart goes out.  As we are in community with each other. There but for the grace of God go I.  

As always more to come. 

You Don’t Need An Ovary To Have A Puppy

Nerves were flying all day yesterday.  BF to the rescue to take her mind off “things”

After he left, Lulu asks me “did you hear how nervous I was?”  I reply “I didn’t hear everything”.  After all I was in the room across the hall, door closed and still working.  

And in fairness, that’s true.  I only heard bits and pieces.  I just didn’t correct her once I realized she assumed I hadn’t heard anything and she spared me.  

She’s been doing that her whole life.  She takes on the weight of the world.  And of course she’s scared but you only feel it.  Her fear is invisible.  Except with him. 

The conversation went something like this:

Lulu: I haven’t slept since I found out I have this cyst 

Him: you’ll sleep again when this is over

Lulu: I know but for now it sucks.  I’m worried

Him: what’s the worst that can happen, you’ll lose an ovary?

Lulu: no, the worst is I lose everything and become a dude!

Him: that’s NOT going to happen

Lulu: I could and my crazy grandma keeps telling me I can still have children.  That’s the last thing on my mind right now

Him: just think you don’t need an ovary to have a puppy. One day we’ll have Edgar

Edgar as in Edgar Allan pug.  The dog they’d  like to get. 

And she laughed.  More than once.  Laughter we don’t often hear from her as she is super reserved.  After that I lost track of the conversation.  

She’s completing her pre-op. It’s getting close. “All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream” EAP

That quote is very fitting today.  Wake me the HELL up from this dream.  Looking for silver linings.  And they are everywhere along this path.  Hug your loved ones NOW and don’t be the first to let go.  

As always, more to come.