Posted in A Day In The Life

Thursday Schnitzles – Cows In The Cabbage

For those unaware, ‘schnitzles’ is a German word, meaning a cutlet of meat (usually veal), or a shaving.  Growing up, whenever we did crafty stuff or tore the edge off our notebook paper, mom referred to those pieces of paper as “paper schnitzles”.  This was usually said as “who left all these paper schnitzles all over the floor?”  Today, it is thought schnitzles, lots of little things that on their own don’t make for post, but bundled add up to something.

Yesterday I made an amazing discovery.  I had set my alarm clock for 15 minutes earlier than usual in order to not have to rush around in the morning to get ready for work.  It should be noted that I still had to rush around like a freshly decapitated chicken.  Today, I once again set the alarm for that 15 minute earlier mark and did not have have to rush around.  The difference?  Well, it seems that it is most effective if one gets out of bed and starts the day the first time the alarm goes off, without hitting the snooze alarm.  Multiple times.  Who knew?  I do plan to conduct further research into this discovery.

A drawbridge over a moat to a castle.As you may recall from a previous post, Bed Bully Beatdown, there is a monster lurking in the bedroom of the Castle.  That is, I snore.  The Knight made the comment last night that he wondered which nose (ie: monster) would be making an appearance as we slumbered.  He says this with his eyes closed, laying there all innocent looking on his pillow, barely able to contain his “I’m about to get kicked” mischievous grin.  I offered to go get a nose strip and wear that ultra-sexy piece of flesh colored attire to bed, but he said it was okay, as long as he falls asleep before I do it isn’t an issue.  He says I only do it when I first fall asleep, but once in a deeper stage of shut-eye it stops.  Poor guy, trying so hard to arrive in dreamland ahead of me.  How DOES he handle that much pressure?

The cows are trooping through my cabbage!  I grew the prized heads on my farm in Farmville2 and when my cow leveled up in mastery (I only raise the best), Marie (some local bimbo in a straw hat who thinks she knows it all about the finer points of pixeled agriculture) shows up on my land with a bunch of her cows to dance and celebrate, and they trampled through my award winning heads of cabbage.  I did not RSVP to host this little party.  No doubt she is jealous of my green thumb!  Thankfully it did not harm those ribbon worthy vegetables of mine or I’d have marched on over to Marie’s farm and set her prized carrots on fire.

My weight loss journey has come to a halt.  I prefer to think of it as a stop in the rest area on the highway of  fat reduction.  I have not gained anything but haven’t lost another pound.  This might be the addition of ice cream in the evening.  Or the fact that I’m not walking every day.  Perhaps it is both?  In my defense, the Knight (aka King of the Castle) has forced the ice cream down my throat and wraps around my legs, pleading with me to stay there by his side, gracing the room with my beauty.  (touche, my love!)

The fruit flies are back.  Once again trash was not emptied in the office and the little pests are now all over the facility.  Oh lucky me.  That combined with the lack of air conditioning, my Yorkie and the boss’s large, smelly hound dog, is only adding to the whole rain forest ambience of our work place.  Any minute now I expect to see a baboon go swinging by on a vine with Tarzan and Jane hot on its tail and a giraffe nibbling on the display of roofing shingles in the show room.

Oh well, back to the jungle, there is work to be done.  Wishing all my readers a marvelous Friday Eve!

Posted in Monday Memos

Monday Memos

Monday MemosDear Self, 

Nothing beats a really good book that grabs you and keeps your interest, something you just do not want to put down.  Even better is when that book has a “part 2” and it is very inexpensive so you download it right away and start reading.  After all, having a Kindle means no driving to the book store, which happened to be closed upon reaching the end of book #1, so even better.

However, while the books were indeed very good and recommended reads, perhaps 2:30am was just a little late (or maybe early depending if you mean late at night or early in the morning) to stay awake and finish a book.  You are not 18 anymore, you NEED a good night of sleep just to resemble ‘normal’ on your best day.  So, what do you think, maybe leave the Kindle in your purse tonight and go to bed early?


Dear Amazing Individual Responsible For Coffee,

I don’t know you.  I have no idea whatever possessed you to grind up coffee beans and mix them with hot water to create this glorious potion in my cup, but I cannot thank you enough.  There simply are no adequate words.  No doubt you were given gold wings when you arrived at the pearly gates as a reward.

In awe,
Caffeine Addict

P.S. – every living creature on  2 or 4 legs that crosses my path each morning sends their unabashed gratitude as well.

Dear Scale,

Okay, I get it, time to duct tape my mouth shut.  The screaming in agony was really uncalled for, even if my ass is the size of a Volkswagen Beetle. RUDE!

Pleasantly Plump

Dear I-75N Morning Commuters,

When traffic that normally cruises down the highway, far exceeding the posted speed limit, is suddenly at a stand-still, then inching along, I expect carnage!  Twisted steel, shattered glass, maybe even body parts and blood on the pavement, a life-less hand sticking out from under a sheet.  Sun is NOT an excuse to suddenly screetch to a halt and then drive along trying to see through your fingers and dirty windshield.  BUY A PAIR OF GOOD SUNGLASSES!!  Nearly every stop-n-rob and gas station has a rack of eye protection that varies in price so there is something for every budget.  You all drive this same route every day, this is not a new event, it should not come as a shocker!

You should also consider GETTING OFF THE CELL PHONE so you have a free hand to shield your eyes, and put down the coffee for the same reason.

Thinks Road Rage Might Be Justifiable – Thank whoever discovered coffee that I’ve not aimed my grandpa’s proverbial “gun that shot sh*t” at your car and opened fire.

Posted in A Day In The Life

From The Top Of The Fence

Lately I’ve found myself perched on the fence which runs next to the road of life.  Through sunny days, rainy ones, even some that are cold and snowy, I’m just sitting here on the top, swinging my legs and thinking.  Some times I’m walking down memory lane, remembering the happy and not so happy times in my life.  Other days I am looking with great uncertainty at my future.  Then there are the days I’m just hanging on for dear life hoping not to fall off of this spot on the top rail and land on my tush in the mud puddle on the road side.

The reason I am sitting here is that I’m really uncertain which direction to go at the moment.  So many potential paths meet at this particular point on my life’s map and I just don’t know which one to start down, so I’m doing….nothing.  Wait, not true, I’m doing a lot, just in one place, not going forward down any road, or backward for the matter.  Just existing.

Confused? Me too.

I am at a growth point in my life where I know in my core there is something I am supposed to be doing and learning, right here on the fence….but what?

One of the things I am pondering, is combining my blogs.  While it may cost me some readers, it is too much to manage with my spiritual journey and life blogs.  My faith is part of me.  So, I will likely import it here and you, the faithful readers, can figure out which posts you wish to read from there on your own.

I need to simplify my life and start cutting negative people and forces from my sphere as well.


I wrote the above portion while eating lunch at work yesterday.  On the drive home I was tapped into my friend/boss, because he shoots straight but does it with the kindest of hearts and best of intentions.  He knows all of my dark secrets, the cracks in my shell, and has seen all the hues of my colorful personality and still loves me.  He has seen me at my worst, and at my best, and both make him laugh out loud.  And when he knows this powder keg personality of mine is in a situation where the potential for a huge explosion of either anger or crazy, over the top insane fun is about to occur, he just says, “Keep your clothes on, Ethel”.  That is my cue to stop, breathe, evaluate and dial down.   Though it isn’t fool-proof, it does have a tendency to cause me to at the least slow down.

So yesterday I picked his brain.  I knew that I have areas I need a little nip & tuck so to speak when it comes to improving me on the inside, I have been very resistant to examining myself.  But sooner or later that little voice gets through my very thick shell and I listen.  You cannot pray for guidance and then ignore it when it starts leaning on the doorbell to your heart.  I asked him some pointed questions about things he has said to me, knowing I was not likely to warmly embrace the answers but if I want honest input he is the one to dish it out, in bite size pieces for me to chew on.

He carefully placed a plank across the mud puddle, then helped me climb down off the fence and we started to walk down the path with the sign that says “needs attention”.  On this path we encountered “drama”.  I hate that word and wanted to turn around and run back to the fence, climb back up and pout.  But I had promised to listen with an open mind and heart, and I did ask for this, after all.  He prefaced what he said by reminding me that when it comes to people he loves and those he employees as his right arm, he doesn’t do dumb and doesn’t do boring.  Poor man, I am anything but boring, and his word, ‘colorful’, doesn’t scratch the surface.   And no I am not dumb, far from it.  I just tend to make poor choices when I’m pissed off.  I ‘react’ rather than think.  Which is what he was getting to with the drama.

He doesn’t think I am a drama queen, just that I tend to be a magnet for drama.  And when it does come my way I have a tendency to grab a stick and stir it up really good.  Oh heck, who am I kidding, I grab the industrial grade blender and set it on high, lid off so the contents go everywhere.  He did note that this only happens when someone hurts me, that it is in raw pain and emotion that I will go for the throat and rip someone’s jugular wide open and then stab them repeatedly while they are bleeding out.  I don’t know when in my life this started, though my childhood was full of being the misfit.  I am a card-carrying member of the Island Of Misfit Toys from “Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer”.  I have never felt like I fit in that I can remember.  A person can only take so much being knocked down and picked on before they start lashing out.  I built up the walls around me to protect myself, and behind that tough exterior is a very insecure woman who still hears the voices of her tormentors at times.

The boss heard me described as “emotional” once by the ex, but he prefers to call it passion.  I am very passionate no doubt about it, in every area of my life from love to work to….yeah let’s not go THERE.  And he doesn’t think it is a bad thing at all, says people with passion also have a real heart.  But the passion can over flow the banks of the river of emotion and then the tsunami like damage can be done.  He also pointed out that I cannot change that, it is who and what I am.  BUT I can change how I direct and use that passion.  I don’t always have to flood the land with negative emotion. He has seen the positive emotion over flow and finds it highly amusing and fun to be around- says it is what draws folks to me, because I am full of life and compassion too.  He has helped me more than once (“Keep your clothes on, Ethel”) when what I wanted to do was shred someone verbally and so while it stung to get into this area of my character, I was able to see that I can indeed maintain who I am, not bury or hide my passion, just redirect the currents when negative emotions start the waters rising.

That  “come to Jesus” talk came in handy, and the timing was no doubt Divinely appointed.  See, when I got home last night and settled in after work, I came across a book that was recently published.  Seems the ex-hubster’s new wife is trying her hand at writing.  All in all it was a cute story, but I was cut deep by the ‘character’ of me and how others (ie: my children) view me in her tale.  I was given the name, Zelda.  Sounds like a wicked witch name, and yes I yanked open the broom closet but couldn’t find my magic means of evil transport.  What was written hurt, a LOT.  But with the earlier discussion still warm in my ears, I resisted the urge to write a tell-all book about the ex, “the rest of the story” as Paul Harvey would say, that  would show the world he is less than the stellar, upstanding member of the community that is portrayed in her novel.  Instead, I called the Cowboy and talked to him.  Then I took a deep breath and digested it all.  I have never said an unkind word about her, and I never will.  I don’t know her well, but what I have come to know is a nice person, with a beautiful smile that goes all the way to her eyes.  I’ve tried to do the right thing in any situation where we both were present, even went well beyond that on one occasion and I’d do it again even now.  She only knows the negative and fringe, she doesn’t know ME.  She doesn’t know the me that loved my husband with every fiber of my being, that prayed for him, that was there when he was broken and ugly, that remained faithful and loyal and never spoke an unkind word about him to anyone until we divorced.  The me that still loves him very much and always will.  The me my ex loved and married, had children with, and had a marriage that he said was 90% good.  The me that wanted more than anything to be a stay at home mom, but instead missed my kids growing up years because I had to work to provide for my family when my husband could not.  The me that never gave up on him, but was tossed aside like yesterday’s newspaper by him.  He was my hero.  Once the raw pain subsided, I could be happy for him, and I am, as he seems to have found his soul mate.

I’m so thankful that I didn’t react like I initially felt, but instead dropped the dagger, sat on my pretty little fingers and waited, prayed, cried and waited some more.  The more I did this, the more I decided I rather like “Zelda”, she is someone colorful and wacky, a little looney and far from boring.  In fact, I’m even going to pimp the book:

It is an ebook, available for 99 cents on your Kindle. Click the picture to purchase.

This morning I decided to look up name meanings, and see just what Zelda means.  I like it, and in fact, embrace it, especially after sharing it with someone else who said it fits me rather well.

Your First Name of: Zelda (from the website:

  • Your first name of Zelda has given you a responsible, expressive, inspirational, and friendly personality.
  • Expression comes naturally to you and you are rarely at a loss for words; in fact, you have to put forth effort at times to curb an over-active tongue.
  • Self-confidence has made it easy for you to meet people and you are well-liked for your spontaneous, happy ways.
  • You sincerely like people and do not often experience loneliness; your work and home-life are likely filled with association You enjoy music and could have a fine singing voice; however, the study could be somewhat difficult because you do not find it easy to apply yourself to concentrated study for long periods.
  • In this respect, this name is not altogether constructive; it creates a somewhat scattering influence which makes it difficult for you to finish what you start.
  • This name brings disappointments and emotional involvements through being too sympathetic and easily influenced.
  • As a result of your active nature, you have an appetite for quick-energy foods, which you could consume to excess.
  • Health weakness appear as skin conditions, or as ailments relative to the liver.
Posted in Wine & Cheese

Wine & Cheese ~ 61st Serving

iStock_000003890177XSmallWelcome to Wine & Cheese, my weekly, Wednesday whine session.

Many weeks on Wednesday I devote a blog to whining.

Despite being a really happy, positive person, I do have things that annoy me at times.

I never let anything grate on my nerves for long but thought it would be fun to vent them periodically in my blogs.

I also feel that good things, the cheese in life, should be acknowledged as well. I’m even going to throw in a bit of dessert, a piece of virtual chocolate, something that made me laugh or smile just a bit more than normal.

If you’d like to read the past editions of Wine & Cheese just click HERE for all of the past postings. Sit back and join me now for the 60th  serving of some wine and cheese!

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:(  I have been SO busy that I’ve neglected my blog.  It isn’t an intentional thing, only that it isn’t as big a priority as getting work done for my full time job and Avon business.  But hoping that I can fix that this weekend by writing ahead a bit and using the schedule feature to get things posted.  I miss writing!

😦  Where is Spring???  I am so tired of being cold, having my nose run, having to scrape my car off and warm it up in the mornings.  I want to roll the windows down and feel the breeze, get on a Harley and be someone’s fender fluff, sleep with the windows open in my room.

😦  My favorite TV shows are all coming to the end of their seasons.  This is both good and bad.  Good in that I won’t have to try to squeeze those in from Prime Time On Demand, bad in that, well…I’ll miss Daryl on The Walking Dead.


🙂  I am loving my job!!!  I didn’t think I would like being back behind a desk and computer but it is SO much more than that!  It is an awesome feeling when you are helping people who have watched their lives turned on end in minutes due to fire, flood or storms.  Knowing that what we do restores their homes and memories is a super way to spend the day, and our days fly by!

🙂  I keep being mistaken for being some years younger, and even asked a few times recently if I am my daughter’s sister.  I am not going to lie, I totally embrace turning 50, my new bi-focal glasses etc, but it does the ego very much good to be guessed or assumed younger!   I credit my skin care regimen!  You can read about that on my beauty blog.

🙂  It’s Wednesday!  Middle of the week and we can see Friday if we stand on our toes!  YIPPIEEEEEEE!!!


Oh SO guilty!!!


Posted in Friday Confessional

Friday Confessional

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I confess… 

I LOVE my city, for many reasons.  One of them is our outstanding news team on WKRC.  Friday mornings our traffic reporter, Bob Herzog, does “Dance Party Friday”.  Sometimes he just dances around to various songs, dressed in costumes, and other times he writes parodies of songs.  It is the highlight of Friday morning for me, as he is just hilarious.  He also MCs the Delhi Skirt Game but I will cover that another time.

Here is this morning’s DPF.  He is singing about route 50, aka – River Road, one of the key routes toward downtown and the highways for those of us who live on the west side of town.

And this is my favorite one he has done so far over the years:

He has danced with traveling Broadway show casts, the Ben-Gal cheerleaders, and countless others.  Oh and okay one more, that was a funny one he did one morning that got all the studio and in the field reporters involved.

Posted in My Grown Up Christmas List 2012

#7, #8, #9 ~ My Grown Up Christmas List

7 8 9To see the full list click  HERE

First, let me apologize for having to put 3 together in one post.  I’ve been sick and just not feeling up to sitting down and actually engaging  my brain into a post.  Thanks to the visit to the clinic, I’m good!

#7 ~ My Friend, Cowboy

Long time readers will recall this was a man I was going to marry.  Things changed, but we are still the very best of friends.  In fact we text and talk daily and sometimes multiple times a day.  He is one of my best cheer leaders to encourage me, and I certainly hope I am one of his.

As with all the men I’ve become serious with in my life, he is one of those I believe I was meant to help fix broken pieces of their hearts and souls, but not a forever love.  Friends but not meant to be lovers and spouses.

This time of year is often very hard on those that have shattered memories.  So for Cowboy I wish for a special Christmas this year, complete with a Christmas angel.  A renewed, inner child-like spirit of the holidays that sees it all through the eyes of innocence.   For some happy memories to be made this Christmas.  For fences to be mended wherever possible, and for the love of the Lord and the joy of the Lord to be his strength.  I believe in miracles and I wish several to come his way this Christmas season.

#8 ~ My Daughter-in-Law

As her pregnancy is winding down to the end she is doing all of those last minute things around their new house to be ready when my grandson arrives.  She is swelling a bit in hands and feet and I know she is starting to get tired. I pray for peace in her heart and spirit,  lots of good solid rest leading up to the delivery.  I pray God’s angels will watch over her and my granddaughter when my son is at work, and over him while he is working, bringing him home safely to his family each day.  And for an easy, complication free delivery and a very healthy mom and baby Collin.

I’m so thankful for her and her beautiful, spunky daughter that have been added to my family, giving me the new title of grandma.

#9 ~ For My Car

I really need my car to be right now, it has been fixed for multiple issues this year.  I need it to be reliable so I can get too and from school the next 2 weeks, and then to and from my job that I will be starting in January, Lord willing.  I need it to also keep my Avon business going.  I had to let that slide for a while without a car to drive.  I really appreciate any and all prayers to this effect so that I can accomplish these things and get myself back on track financially.   I have many bills that need catching up and then back on a regular payment schedule.

Posted in My Grown Up Christmas List 2012

#6 ~ My Grown Up Christmas List

6To see the full list click  HERE

#6 ~ My Education Pursuit 

My wish is that this material will come easily to me, and that I can get through the next 2 weeks without issues.  I need this certification and I think I am a good fit for the job and type of work it will allow me to pursue.

I wish for nothing to get in the way of my going and getting my needed education.


Posted in Talk To Us Tuesday

TTUT ~ OMG? Seriously?

OH and spilling it I plan to do.

I’m frustrated right now.  Don’t get me wrong, still the perky, positive, marvelous woman.  But lately so much has frustrated me!

My car.  I swear the piece of &*$^% has spent more time being fixed than it has being driven in the past 6 months…okay year! Past YEAR!  And each time it is something new going wrong.  I cannot afford a new car right now, so I have to just keep praying we finally fix the last thing and I can drive it for a while.  The shocks and struts need replacing, have for literally years now.  The ex promised to “get to them soon” for over a year, then when we were divorcing he again said he’d get to them.  I moved out, those will likely never see HIS promise kept.  I keep hoping space garbage will fall from the sky and take out the car.

My Avon business.  It is a little hard to keep a business going when the car doesn’t work.  Especially one in direct sales.  I need to be able to get out, meet people, distribute my brochures and get those sales and recruits.   But I need my car to do that.  Grrrrrr……  The website side is down too.  If you need any Avon, like great stocking stuffers etc, please, go to MY AVON STORE and buy buy buy!  Til midnight tonight, $10 orders ship free (when checking out use code: SHIPTEN).  After midnight, all orders $30 or more ship free.  Tell a buddy, I could seriously use every single sale no matter how small!

My SwissJust business.  Never got off the ground because again, the stupid car.

I want to start a 2 week school program next week to get my certification as a nurse aide, but without a reliable vehicle that simply isn’t likely to happen.  I have a job if I can just get the darn certification!!!! GRRRRR!  And I don’t even want the job, I love my Avon business, but  until I can recover from the down time financially, I have to do something.  Besides, having the certification and job to fall back on is not a bad thing.

Sunday, after one day of having my car back and loving my FREEDOM again, I got in it to drive to church and it is acting up again.  I wanted to cry! I was determined that if I had to walk there in the rain, I was going.  I’ve missed 3 weeks prior due to a cold/flu/something virus that I finally shook off after spending a day with the puke virus and fever.  But finally I got the car to cooperate and drove.  Walking really is a doable thing, the church is only a little over half a mile from my house, and I won’t melt if I get wet.  I was SO glad I went, so well fed and I miss my church family when not there.

SIGH….okay nothing changed by venting, but I feel better.   🙂

Posted in 30 Days of Thankfulness 2012

Day 28 – 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

Today I am thankful for family and friends who can fix things.

My laptop is acting up and I fear it is on death’s bed.  My youngest brother is going to come by and check it out and see if he can do anything.  He is very good with fixing and building computers.  Thankfully.

He is also very good at breaking the news to you, when, as he put it, “I think it went to that great silicon graveyard in the sky.”

I have many friends and family members able to fix just about anything or they can recommend a solution.  Even if it is to open up the window and toss it out, or in the case of my car, hope space garbage falls from the sky and lands on it.

Seriously, though, I am fortunate to be surrounded by funny, yet talented individuals.


Posted in 30 Days of Thankfulness 2012

Day 22 ~ 30 Days Of Thankfulness 2012

Thankful today for all those who will not be able to be home.

Our military deployed away from family – thank you for serving our country.

For the police and firefighters who have to be on duty today and away from family, my son and brother among them, – thank you for keeping us safe, please be safe today!

For doctors, nurses, and countless other jobs that must continue despite the holiday – thank you for all you do to keep things going.

And for the families who will celebrate this day without their loved ones in these various roles, thank you for your sacrifice that enables those men and women to do their jobs.

To everyone, have a very blessed Thanksgiving!