Feeling Grateful – How Do I Know If I Am?

It sure has been a minute since I’ve posted anything. Somehow this thing called life seems to get in the way!

Today, I feel inspired.  We are having our first blast of cooler air here in Florida, and I just feel good.  I thought of something this morning and it got me thinking about how blessed I am.  But am I really grateful for what I have?  Do I take my life for granted?

You see, I want to update my bedroom, I love to decorate, change things up, and our bedroom has not been touched in about 10 years.  I think it’s time for a makeover, right?  Yea, I thought so.   As I was stressing over what color to paint the bedroom, I glanced over at the picture of my grandparents sitting on my nightstand.  One particular memory stood out today, and my emotions started flowing, along with a few tears.

My grandparents had a moderate size 3 bedroom house, there were six of us living in it—my grandmother, grandfather, my mom and us three kids.  My grandfather, being the selfless man that he was, gave up his bed, and would sleep on the floor in the living room.  He would “roll” up his bed ( a thin piece of egg crate foam and a couple of sheets) every morning and tuck it behind the chair.  No one ever thought anything about it, it just seemed perfectly normal.

So, I found myself sitting on my bed this morning, and thinking about the sacrifices that were made.   They didn’t have the option, or luxury of re-decorating a bedroom, and here I was, feeling pissy because I can’t find the perfect shade of taupe to paint my walls.  Am I spoiled? Am I a prima donna?

I am fortunate, blessed, lucky, grateful, and most of all appreciative of what I have.

So I put on my workout clothes, walked in this beautiful weather down the street to my best friends house, and we worked out together,  at a gym that my membership is free because I have an awesome job that provides me with wonderful benefits.  I realized I have so much to be grateful for.

Pretty soon we will all start seeing the social media posts about what everyone is thankful for.   Thanksgiving seems to be the time everyone jumps on the thankful train and will start making a public post of what they are thankful for.  Instead, pick up the phone and call someone,  put your phone away and talk to the person across the table, make that hug last a little longer, and remember, the mean girl from high school you’re Facebook friends with, she probably doesn’t care what you’re thankful or grateful for, but I bet your close friends and family are.

I am going to really try to make an effort to start being more present.  I think I have taken things for granted lately and I need to be more aware of how blessed I am.

Life is not always easy,  we only get one shot to pass through.  So starting today, I will take a few moments, and reflect, be mindful, try to do something good for someone less fortunate, and just be happy.

Instead of fussing over paint swatches today for my bedroom, I’m reminding myself that I’m not sleeping on the living room floor, and I have a bedroom I am able to re-decorate.

My Grandparents. Grace and Paul Logue.


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Grocery Store Etiquette – Is There Such A Thing?

Given the fact that I worked part-time in a grocery store for almost four years, and I visit my local store every week, it’s safe to say that I have some experience on how to behave while shopping.  Usually, I enjoy grocery shopping, but the other day I noticed a few things that just seemed to irritate me, so I have come up with some grocery shopping etiquette rules.

Move out of the way.

Just park already. Unless you are waiting on that handicap spot, I can’t drive by if you are parked in the middle of the lane waiting on that parking spot.  Walking is good for you, don’t act like a hungry vulture stalking that person loading their groceries into the trunk just to get a closer spot.

When walking into the store, pick a side; right or left, just pick one so I can drive down the middle of the lane and go home! Why is it that people stroll down the middle of the parking lot, slow as molasses, not a care in the world?  I don’t mind if you want to lollygag like you’re on vacation, just pick a side, simple as that.

Put your cart away.

As far as I’m concerned, there are two kinds of people in the parking lot: 1. The person that brings the cart back into the store or the cart corral, and 2. Assholes. The carts belong in a place, drifting alone in a parking lot, or blocking a spot so I can’t park is not one of them.

10 Items or LESS.

We can all count, right?  Let’s say you’re just buying yogurt, but you’re buying 20, just because it’s the same item, it doesn’t count as 1.  Take your ass to a regular lane, 20 of the same item does not count as a single item!

Don’t want it? Put it back!

Don’t leave your frozen pizza in the bread aisle.  Seriously??  If anyone has ever done this, you’re just a shit-head, and you shouldn’t be allowed back!

Be Nice.

Remember the words Please, Thank You, and Excuse Me? If you have parked your ass in the middle of the aisle reading the nutritional value on a pack of Oreos, move your cart out of the way,  don’t give me the stink-eye if I say “Excuse Me”.  Bitch, Please!

Give Me Space!

It really doesn’t matter how close you move in on me, you will be next in line, right after me. Respect that invisible checkout lane bubble and back off!  I live in Florida and I am usually in flip-flops… if your cart gets any closer to my toes or my Achilles heel, it won’t speed up the process, and I just might throw my can of tomatoes at ya!


Don’t be a jerk to the cashiers.  They are working late at night, weekends,  holidays and storms, just so you can have food.  So be nice!


If your cashier laughs when you say this—give them a tip!


Thanks for stopping by.  See ya next time!  Happy Shopping!  :).  XO





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Drinking Alone – Is it wrong?

Is it taboo to drink alone?  Does it mean that I have a problem?  If I tell anyone, what will they think?

Now, I’m not talking about walking to the corner store to buy a bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag at 7 am.  Certainly, there is a big difference in the occasional glass (or two) of wine, then downing an entire bottle in order to numb feelings of depression or anxiety, if so, you shouldn’t be drinking.

Last night I found myself home alone, I didn’t have to work in the morning, the house was fairly tidy and my laundry basket was somewhat empty.  For some reason, I have a hard time relaxing when there are things still needing to be done around the house.   There was a beautiful breeze outside and earlier in the day, as I was cleaning the floor on my hands and knees, I spotted a bottle of wine in my wine rack, that I purchased for a special occasion that was never opened.

Why not?  So I popped that cork, grabbed my Olivia Pope glass, and took my party of one outside.

There is something to be said about sipping on a glass of wine in solitude.  It’s a chance to unwind, to relax, to reflect on your day, and just recharge one’s batteries.   I quickly threw away any feelings of guilt that I had about ending my day with a drink.  I had a great day, I had accomplished a lot and I wanted to celebrate ME!  “YOU GO GIRL”!

I have to admit, I had no problem what so ever finishing my fishbowl glass of Pinot by myself, but I do enjoy having a drink with friends and family rather than the isolation of drinking by myself.

When I do find myself really enjoying a drink, it usually involves one of my fab four drinking buddies:

CJ-CJ is my step-son, the master of mixology.  CJ is in charge of the holiday drinks, and it’s always a surprise as to what he is gonna concoct.  He doesn’t believe in recipes or measuring, so most of his drinks will put hair on your chest.

DEB-My best girlfriend. Fortunately, we live within walking distance of each other, which makes things rather convenient.  Enough said.

MOM-I’m lucky that I have the coolest mom in the world.  Although a total lightweight, after one drink she is already admitting that I am her favorite. (I don’t think my sister and brother read this, so it’s ok to say that).

DAD-The most knowledgeable man I know when it comes to wine.  Sitting outside overlooking  Dotty’s gardening talents while having wine and cheese for lunch, it’s a perfect combination.  I think we both have red wine flowing through our veins.


The other day I got invited to a party,
But I stayed home instead,
Just me and my pal Johnny Walker,
And his brothers Black and Red,
And we drank alone,
Yeah, with nobody else,
Yeah, you know when I drink alone,
I prefer to be by myself.”- George Thorogood


Thanks for stopping by.  See ya next time!  Cheers!! xo








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