Saturday, August 19, 2017


Everything in this pic is thrifted. 
In my line of work,
thrifting, is everyday.
It's in my blood.
Got it from my dad.
There wasn't a yard sale, thrift store, indian pawn shop
that we didn't stop at, to rummage through the junk
 that they had displayed.
And of course,
in the summer, up north in arizona
we always stopped by the indian stores in town.
We were always lucky enough to come home
with a piece of jewelry,
a bracelet, a ring or a pair of earrings.
Whatever we wanted.
We were so spoiled in love.
I have a collection of indian dolls that were bought from these stores.
Ketchy, little brown plastic dolls.
Dressed in indian attire.
Leather dresses, beads and feathers.
According to the Antique Roadshow,
they really aren't worth much.
But to me,
they are everything.
And if you were lucky enough to be a friend or a cousin
that was along for the ride that day,
My dad always bought a memory for them too.
The good ole days in America...
(I know its not pc to say indian, but as you can see,
I really don't give a damn...)


Thursday, June 8, 2017

I remember shopping for this dress.
I went with my Mother to a place called Goldwater's.
They had the most beautiful wedding dresses.
I tried two dresses on and when I put this one on,
I knew.
It had pink flowers and a pink ribbon.
34 years later and it's still hanging in my mother's closet
and I'm still sleeping with the same guy.

Life is a bit strange lately.
Not busy, but busy...
it seems as if, time is flying by.
Not accomplishing much.
Which drives me crazy. I'm list maker. A doer.
And I can't seem to get my sh.. together.
I can't even decide if I'm drinking latte's or diet coke.
Eating healthy, and then eating chocolate ice cream from the carton
because my sweet tooth has kicked in and eating healthy is out the window.
Grocery list? what's that?
What to cook for dinner draws a blank. Every single morning.
Praying. Not praying.
Mad at God. In love with God.
In love with my husband. Mad at my husband.

What are you fixing for dinner tonight?

Monday, June 5, 2017

I feel like I boarded a plane that was bound for war.
as if, I was dropped from the sky and landed in a country that was no longer mine.
and there's no escape.
It feels like hell.
A war without guns, tanks or fighter jets or bombs.

Good vs. Evil
Evil has ramped up its forces.
Good is vacillating on being PC.

Everything that I was taught growing up is upside down.

I am a stranger in my own country.