This is not an endorsement!

I just witnessed something in my local Publix parking lot. I wish I had been quick thinking enough to take out my phone and capture it, but as usual in those circumstances, I’m so slow on the uptake. I’m that girl who thinks of the perfect comeback line 15 minutes after the conversation is over. My ex brother-in-law and I used to laugh at the funny things we wished we had said to our former mother-in-law IF ONLY we were quick enough. I’m basically George from Seinfeld excited over the “jerk store” line in “The Comeback” episode.

Anyway, back to Publix. The story I’m about to relay is true, as improbable as it may seem. That’s why I wish I had video to prove it for all to see and not call me a liar. So please, don’t call me names. Ok?

I was going through the Starbucks drive through, getting my pumpkin spice frap, no whip on this most glorious of days in Florida and decided I wanted my moonroof open and windows down. So I had to pull into the Publix parking lot and gather all the various pieces of paper, straw wrappers, dry cleaner slips, napkins, etc so I could throw them away lest they go flying out of my car. Those who know me in real life know this is a real danger because, ya know, I’m not exactly a neat freak.

As I’m pulled into a parking space, I witness the following exchange by 2 older gentlemen; one is driving a Prius with bumper stickers all over it. Bernie 2016, Coexist, War is not the Answer, Peace. The other guy was driving a Ford Focus, no bumper stickers.

Ford Focus guy looks at the Bernie guy and says, “Sucks your guy got beat by a criminal.” The Bernie guy kind of smiles and shakes his head and says “Yea, she did on real shake down on him, didn’t she?” Ford Focus guy says, “You gonna vote for her now I suppose.” And the Bernie guy let out a loud laugh and said “Hell no! As a matter of fact look what I have!” and he pulls out his Trump bumper sticker and slap it over his Bernie one . They both started laughing and at this point, I’m feeling very weird and wondering if this some episode of Candid Camera, or is John Quiñones going to come running out with a microphone and camera crew. So as I do a quick survey of the parking lot and realize that I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, I look back at the two new BFFs and they’re actually shaking hands and exchanging names.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Ford Focus guy and Bernie guy are probably heading off to some local tavern and having a tall cold one and talking about WikiLeaks and the latest James O’Keefe video. Meanwhile, I’m driving down the road with my sunroof open, windows down, drinking my cold Pumpkin Spice Frap (no whip!!), sunglasses on and I think, “Why didn’t you grab your phone and start recording that?!” So I’ll make you deal; next time I see Prius dude with Peace, Coexist, War is not the Answer and a Trump sticker on his car, I’m flagging him down. I’ll beg for an interview and pretend I’m with some highly rated and profitable blog. But in the meantime, if anyone in the area sees a Prius voting for Trump, let me know.


My Kitchen Nightmare

Before I dig into this post, I have a major “first and foremost” type of announcement: I am eternally grateful for my under construction kitchen. I am blessed beyond words to be living in a house that I love more every day, in Florida, where the sunshine is blinding and warms me to the core. What I am about to write does not take away one iota from that joy and gratitude. Not even a little. Ok? Are we all on the same page? No ungratefulness here.

When we decided abut 33 seconds after moving into our new house that the kitchen would need a major overhaul, we got estimates and ideas from several companies. After we settled on the new plan, worked with the designer and got our vision realized on paper and decided to proceed, we thought we had done well.

Michael and I had never done a major renovation like this. We never knocked down walls, and torn stuff out to the studs and rebuilt. And by “we”, I mean OTHER PEOPLE doing the work. It took us 3 hours yesterday to replace the front door hanging light. But that’s another story.  I think we were woefully prepared for what was about to happen.

We were prepared for eating out and not having a kitchen for weeks on end. We were prepared to grill out and paper plates and plastic silverware. We moved the Keurig to the back patio and took Ryan’s mini-fridge from his room to house coffee creamer and sweet tea.

We were prepared to pick out our new appliances and researched and did side by side comparisons. We like to do our homework and double check it and then put it down and come back to it to double check again. This is life with a man whose OCD has obviously rubbed off on me. We don’t like rash decisions. Especially important ones. Especially not ones that have lasting effects.

Suddenly, life has become a series of split second decisions, with no time to wait. Do we want these lights here or there? Do we want the backsplash to come over this far or stop at this angle? And my favorite so far “Pick a number and that’s where it goes.” coming from the granite guys drilling a hole in my beautiful countertop for the above-mentioned air switch. “Pick a number?” He gives me a look like perhaps I don’t speak English and says slowly, “Pick. A. Number.” Luckily our project manager was here and explained that its the distance from the faucet to wherever I want the air switch. Ah. Ok. I picked 7. Seemed lucky enough.

If picking granite, wall colors, backsplash, door hardware, light fixtures, cabinets, faucets, doors and flooring weren’t enough, apparently we were supposed to be prepared to tell the electrician where each outlet went and where the light switches should go.

They told us that a major reno project wasn’t for the faint of heart. What they didn’t prepare me for was to see how completely inadequate I am in making snap decisions. I just pray when this is all done, I don’t wish that switch wasn’t an inch to the left.


New Blog, New Name, Same Me

This is the post excerpt.

This is my all new blog. New name since I’m not in Ohio anymore. Same me. I’m just me, someone who likes to write about nothing. I stopped for a long time because life stopped me. No, I stopped me because life got too hard. And complicated. And discouraging. And scary. And instead of using this as a tool to help me, I withdrew.

Just when I thought of starting to write again, something else happened. Then something else. It was a very steady stream of near fatal blows for awhile. But now I’m ready. Something told me on October 1, that it was time to get back. Get back to what I’ve let slip, what I’ve been putting off, just getting back, ya know?

So this is the start. I’ll take it as it comes, you can read it as you go. And I’ll learn to channel the ups and downs in a more cohesive way than just stopping dead in my tracks and withdrawing. Thanks for sharing the journey with me.