“eat cake”–sign seen outside a cafe…



this is what happens when I don’t pay attention to my 13-year-old daughter

absent-minded??  or in the writing flow!!


I have hardly been on “social media” at all…quite frankly it’s overwhelming to me, and my 13-year-old daughter has NOT been neglected–don’t listen to what she says.

So, I was writing a blog, which I hadn’t done for a while.  During this time, I’m not sure how, my daughter painted green nail polish over my pink toe nail polish…I know, what!!?!  I must have been writing a really good blog!!  you should probably read it 😉  and I didn’t even notice until she told me.  She couldn’t paint the last three nails on my left foot because I was sitting on them…and even now I’m writing this and she was painting my nails and I still didn’t notice…they definitely have many nice layers…red, pink, green, purple, yellow, at least that’s what I’m told.  Now, this is something I did to my husband –then boyfriend–in college…but in my defense, he did fall asleep on me.  So, the moral of the story is choose wisely what college stories you choose to share with your children and when you’re writing a blog always know what your 13-year-old daughter is doing.


mischievous stinker or evil genius?


choose a lane, like choose a lane and be happy with your choice because you chose it!

you might not even realize at first that you’ve chosen a path of joy!


I wish I had a photo of my toll booth dude but I don’t.

A couple days ago, my family and I were driving and came to a toll booth.  I chose a lane and then proceeded to watch the cars in the lane next to me fly by.  What?!  I knew it was hit and miss when you choose a lane with an RV but, you know, they count as like 3 cars!  So, I watched as the RV didn’t move and remained there and remained there, so I figured he wasn’t expecting the toll booth and didn’t have his money ready quickly.  And, then he was still there.  So, I figured, maybe he’s asking for directions….and then he was still there…what!!?  C’mon!  Let’s get going!  How did I choose the wrong line?  (–because we all know that’s not possible–there are no wrong choices.  So, fine. I’ll wait and be patient-umm-ish)  And each car slooooowly went through.

And then when the car in front of me pulled up, I could see this 20?-something-year-old dude with long black hair and gold chains rockin’ out!   “Oh!  I immediately thought, I choose joy!  I chose the joyful line!”  And when I got up next to him, I looked at him rockin’ out and said to him, “Right on!” and he put his fist out and I fist bumped him and exploded mine and started to drive forward, conscious of everyone waiting behind me…and he said “wait, one more time!” and put his fist out but I’d already started driving forward and I said, “sorry!”—so here’s a fist bump for you, happy dude!  And “Thanks!”