Tuesday, August 19, 2014

it's coming ...

For the last couple of weeks ( maybe even the last couple of years) I've been planning what Rick and I would do for our 25th wedding anniversary.

We had always planned to travel somewhere ... but where?  We both love Hawaii, but that's where we'll go for our 50th.  That just seems more fitting.  We thought about visiting to the 25th state that was admitted into the union ... but who knows what state that is??  Certainly not me.


I just looked it up.  Um, Arkansas?   Well, it's close to Texas.  I'll give that some thought.  Okay, gave it some thought.

Anyway, our 25th is approaching more rapidly than I'd like.  Before I tell you where we have decided to go ... I'll fill you in on where we're not going.



Thursday, August 14, 2014

98 years young

Throw Back Thursday, if that's truly a real thing.

Thought I'd share with you what's been on my mind all day.

August 14th will always be a special day to me.  It was my mother's birthday.  And although she was born on August 14th and we always celebrated her birthday on that day ... at age 70, she learned that her birth certificate read August 12th as her birthdate.  That bothered her no end.  

We still only celebrated on the 14th.

And today was no exception.  Although I didn't throw her a party, she did remain on my mind all day.  She was a very special lady.  Not a mean bone in her body.  Not a hair out of place.  And I never noticed before, but she had a winning smile.

And she loved that little peanut she was holding.  Loved her more than life itself.

Happy Birthday, Mom!


Wednesday, August 13, 2014

is it me ...

... or does this guy on the new nickel look just plain scary?

Jefferson never looked so bad.

Poltergeist, anyone?

Poor Tom.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

i'm rich!

I just checked on my savings account ... and I'm so thrilled with how the economy has turned around and purt' near made me a millionaire.  The interest on my money is beyond my wildest imagination.  Beyond it.


Um, just in case you were wondering ... it's the top figure.  
Yeah, the bottom figure was just too good to be true.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

true fame ...

Gotta tell you, I've been thinking about what true fame is and I've only been able to come up with one thing:

Jody Dean (DJ):  Go to KLUV.com/wedding video and watch it ... share it with your friends, like our Facebook page, too.  You'll really enjoy this ... and you'll also get to hear the line of the morning.  I think this might've been the moment of the wedding this past Friday.  Do you know which one I'm talking about?

Rebekah Black (DJ):  I don't.

Jody Dean:  This one, where Rebekah was outside, ten feet away from us, on the red carpet ... and issued this:

Rebekah:  "We're gonna talk to Kris and I'm going to ask the question I've always wanted to ask on a red carpet ... 'Kris, who are you wearing?' "

Kris:  Who am I wearing?  How sad, I'm wearing 'Dillards.'

Jody Dean:  Dillards!!

David Rancken (DJ):  Dillards never looked better!


Whew.  That could've gone so wrong.

By the way, for my California friends ... Dillards is the equivalent of the old Broadway stores.  Or Mervyn's.  Or Pic 'n' Save.  Take your pick.

Know what was actually more of a shining moment?  My name... my name!... my little name was mentioned in the same sentence as Miley Cyrus'.   Thank you very much.  I've achieved all I need to now.


P.S.  If you wanna see the idiot who spoke those goofy words... check this out:


Fortunately, it opens with that line.  I would never make you sit through those excruciating five minutes again.  No really.  No.  Really.  Unless you want to.


Thursday, August 7, 2014

i have ...

... a mosquito bite.  I actually have more than one mosquito bite.  More that two.  Even more than three!  At last count, I had fifteen mosquito bites.  F I F T E E N.

I figured I had a record number of bites adorning my arms and legs.  Maybe a world's record!  Maybe even the Guinness Book of World Records number of bites.

Then one of my smart aleck friends sent me this:

We're not friends anymore.  If I can't have the world's record, then I don't want to play.

Besides, fifteen is my favorite number.  700 is not.

Fifteen is the number of ... pennies I have in my cupholder in my car.  It's the number of minutes of fame that I think I had.  And it's the number of flavors of Sonic drinks that I like.  Wait, maybe it's 700 after all.

Either way, I bet I itch just as much as Diane.  

So there.


Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Monday, August 4, 2014

15 minutes?

So what were my little glimpses of fame?  Well, here goes.

I said there were two but actually, it's really one.  One that spread and branched out into another.  And both that my own significant other caused.

Think Hurricane Hugo.

My soon-to-be husband booked our honeymoon on a soon-to-be-devastated-by-a-hurricane island.  That hurricane wiped out fifty people around us and blew the roof off of our hotel room and flooded us out and had us fighting for our lives.

A newspaper was waiting for us when we returned to the Mainland and published our story in three papers.  Hurricanes may be common in gulf ports but they are not common in California.  Hence, instant celebrities.  And old friendships were renewed due to this.  And fame was enjoyed.

And then that little event lead to another.

25 years later, a contest was entered that asked, "Who had a horrible wedding, is still married and would like a do-over?"  Well, I didn't have a horrible wedding, just a horrible honeymoon but I entered anyway.  And that lead to winning a radio contest that had us being guests of honor on a live radio show, getting a second wedding for our 25th wedding anniversary and then being invited guests of the DJ to a fancy, schmancy dinner afterwards.

So, the hurricane caused all that?  Well, yes and no.

What really brought about the fame (and it was still caused by Rick) was his Lupus.  Say what?

The Lupus story is old news now and I won't rehash it all here but suffice it to say that Rick's Lupus story and the tale of his coma and his overcoming his memory loss FAR SURPASSED the little honeymoon blooper that lead to the radio contest winning.  Yes, it sure did.  And once the radio folk learned HOW MUCH MORE EXCITING Rick's memory loss was ... well, that earned us much more fun and fame than the little honeymoon faux pas ever did.  Never mind that I had to fight for my life.

I guess Rick's fighting for HIS life was much more interesting.


Anyway, we had our fame.  And it was fun.  And we both enjoyed people coming up to us at the fancy, schmancy dinner asking for our autographs.  SERIOUSLY, PEOPLE????

And all of this leads up to the fact that Rick's and my 25th wedding anniversary (yes, our REAL wedding anniversary) is fast approaching.  And we haven't a clue how to celebrate it.  Nothing can trump a radio wedding.  Nothing.

And you know what?  We wouldn't change a thing.

'Cept maybe we'd eliminate the honeymoon faux pas.  And maybe that coma thing.


Saturday, August 2, 2014

it's been a good day ... today

I define success as having succeeded at doing what one set out to do.  I used to define success as being rich and famous, two things I'm not.  Neither rich nor famous.  And yet, I've already had my fifteen minutes of fame.  Twice.  So, uh, that makes me successful?  Yeah, no.

So what were my fifteen minutes of fame?  More about that later.  Maybe.  It really isn't all that interesting.  But I was successful today at a couple of things.

So far today I've driven to the bank.  Check.  Worked out an overdraft charge that I thought wasn't correct.  Check.  It was correct, sadly.  Check.

I prepared and drank a cup of coffee.  Check.
I played umpteen games of Freecell and Mahjong.  Okay.  Check.

Is this better?  I got dressed.  Check.

But in all seriousness, I did drive a friend to WalMart to pick up an ottoman that she ordered that she couldn't get home in her small car.  It did fit in my SUV.  We drove back to her house and assembled it.  Check, check, check?  No.  Not really.  I don't count that as success.  What I count it as, is compassion.  Cindy lost her husband, her absolute best friend just three short months ago and I haven't been there very much for her.  I had planned to but I looked around and saw a lot of people helping her.  She didn't need me.  WRONG.  Oh how wrong I was.

About a week ago she put out an SOS on Facebook asking for help getting this ottoman home.  I knew I had an SUV, I knew I have always enjoyed Cindy's company (not that that mattered) and I knew I liked to help people when I could.  I knew I wanted to do this.  And I did.  Still not going to count this as a success, though.  Because it was just darn fun.

It was awesome to see Cindy laugh and to see Cindy smile as we tried to get this huge thing into her house and then get it assembled.  Cindy thanked me and then chatted with me about all that's gone on in her life over the past three months.  I'm a dope and haven't been around and thus didn't know.  Cindy has a new job and some new friends and is taking care of all of her house projects pretty well.  CINDY is SUCCESSFUL.  Kris is just learning a little bit of compassion.  Kris was void of it for awhile.

So, what's the moral of the story here?  Not sure, other than, I saw SUCCESS in action last night.  When one has to succeed at something, you can.  Me?  Just getting dressed and driving to the bank?  Not so successful, unless that's all the will power I had and all I had to live for.  And that's not correct.  So, uh, I'm not very successful.  Cindy, on the other hand, exemplifies success.  She struggled so deeply with her husband's death that she doesn't even remember the days following the death.  And everyone worried about her.  She has come so far.  She has truly been successful at overcoming the pain and the grief (and yes, I know it's still an ongoing process) and moving forward as her husband would've wanted.

Cindy also had some parting words for me last night.  I've heard these words before, we all have, but I truly heard them for the first time last night.  Cindy simply said, "Treasure your husband.  Love him.  He won't be there one day."  And she's so right.  And I plan to be successful at being a wife from now on.

Not a rich one, not a famous one.  Been there, done that in fact.  (Yeah, yeah, details later.)

I will continue to get dressed each day.  I'll go to the bank and argue my case, when necessary, but the very most important thing I can be successful at (and believe me, I have a LONG way to go) is to be a good wife to Rick.

Ready, set, go!    And don't tell Rick that I'm on a new journey.  I'd like to surprise him myself.