Northern Lights in Port Saint Lucie Florida?

You know that feeling when something is calling you to do something? Driving you to get up and go for some reason? Well, about 5 minutes ago, hearing some normal afternoon thunderstorms I was Beckoned outside.

To my Delight this is what was calling me....






Now, believe this or not my mom and I were talking about wether or not she was going to see the Northern Lights while in Alaska, and I mentioned that was one thing that I wanted to see, to experience being that close to what some might call "heaven".

Seperation Anxiety

I wake up this morning and realize that tomorrow around this time, I will be taking my folks to the Orlando Intl Airport for the beginning of their Alaskan Adventure.

I am both excited and sad. Not for reasons of Jealousy that I am not going, more like what am I going to do without you know who... The NANA. I have made a list of all the things that we (Nicolette & I )are not going to do without her.

1. Go to our favorite spots

a. Dunkin Donuts
b. Any boutique this side of Florida
c. Wal-Mart
d. Publix ( apparently we are not eating while she is away )

2. Do our Favorite things

a. go to the movies
b. go to Breakfast with the Blue hair Ladies
c. go to beach
d. go to sprinkler park

I guess Nicolette and I are just going to sit home and just be pool potatoes!!!!

Nana, for the love of Mary GET HOME QUICK!

Plastic Surgery Pro or Con?

I say...... drum rolls please..... C'mon, anyone who knows me well enough can figure this one out. I am Pro.

Let me explain why.

OK, I had my first and only child to date at age 34. That means whatever elasticity that would have, should have been in my skin moved out long ago. Hence, the sagging skin on my belly that slightly resembles the flap under your front door, (the one that is used to keep out drafts). You know it moves with you and against you at the same time. An ugly site on both the door and myself.

Also, I have stretch marks that are wider than the grand canyon and lets not kid anyone here, what am i suppose to do with them? Can't bring them in for "show and tell". So i say "Gone with them". Slap some happy gas mask on me, knock me out and make me come out looking like I was 18. Well, MAYBE not 18, but you get my point.

So, here we have it...confirmation of sorts that I am vain!

Yup. Won't spend $25.00 on a new dress for myself, but will save all my pennies to be on an episode of Nip/Tuck.

Let's hope my doctor is just as hot as Julian McMahon.

I am in the KNEED of a Knew KNEE!

OK, OK, call me what I am.... a GIMP. The other day I was on the bed, and zigged when I should have zagged and twisted my (already BAD) knee so much that you actually heard a loud POP.

As tears swelled up in my eyes, I tried to suck them back in as to attempt to be brave for Nicolette as she was looking as scared as if she saw a ghost. I did manage to squeak out "Mom's ok hunny, just moved the wrong way", and ever so slowly limped out of that room, to another and let those tears jump out from my eyes on to the floor.

Now, several days and advil later, the pain is still there, especially when I manage to move just the right way and send this unbelievable JOLT of pain up my leg and to my back. I guess I will attempt the holistic approach a little longer before I put my tail between my legs and go to the Doctor who will undoubtedly give me a handful of drugs and push me out the door and lure his next victim in!

If there are any mystical forces that happen to find my blog, please, please , please send something my way!

V for Validation!

So, today was an ironic one. Earlier this morning my mom, AKA "The Nana" was talking to me about my blog. She said that she liked it, but thought that it would be better for me not to say "fuck" or "the F word" is how she explained it on my blog. I, chuckled and kindly responded "well ummmm... Yes, its there and is going to stay there. That's the whole point of my blog. To have the freedom to write what I am thinking, and not sugar coat it".

I tried to explain that point, and I hope that I did so with regard to her feelings. Of course you want to be able to express yourself, but also do not have to be rude getting your point of cross. So, Nana I hope that I didn't hurt your feelings when I was explaining why I was going to keep being Me.

So, the irony here is that I got an email from a reader (that will remain anonymous, for the sole reason that I think if she wanted her comments to be know then she would have posted on the blog. So, to give her privacy I will leave her name out) that appreciated how I wrote my blog. The honesty behind it, the fact that I was for real, AND liked that I was able to say Fuck... because that is how when all of our guards are down, we as a nation can get our point across.


So, I have been validated! I can be me, and people get it. I, am happy!

Thank you!