When Father’s Day Hurts

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john pavlovitz

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For most people Father’s Day is made of sugary sweetness; of crayon-adorned cards and handmade gifts, of close embraces and tender words, of silly ties and lazy lunches and unapologetic kisses.

For most people it is celebration and affection and gratitude in great supply.

For most people it is their heart’s warmly welcomed house guest.

But you are not most people.

For you Father’s Day is a fresh bleeding, the reopening of a persistent wound; an unwanted, uninvited rude reminder of something beautiful you had and lost or of a long-kindled dream that finally died for good.

It is a vicious calendar intrusion of regret and grieving and anguish—and it’s hard as hell.

I want you to know that someone understands.

I want you to know that I see your deeply buried hurt, the nagging pain you keep so well hidden, the steady stream of tears you wipe way in secret.

And I want to give you permission to feel it all today; every bit of scalding anger, every fist-slamming moment of heavy sadness, the…

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Happy Birthday Gloria🎈🎈

I still can’t believe you did this, SSSS… you are a precious gem in my world.

Wonder Of My Worlds


Today, Saturday May 30th my friend Gloria was presented to this world!!!I am wishing you a beautiful year filled with love, laughter and good health! I hope that you are spoiled today! A kind soul like yours deserves nothing short of a perfect year with many more to come. I hope your birthday is as amazing as you are Gloria💜

Please check out Gloria’s blog athttps://grammyg53.wordpress.com

Have a nice weekend everyone 🙂

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HAPPY LOONEY JUNE!

It has FINALLY ARRIVED… THE DAY we have all been longing for…

HAPPY LOONEY JUNE!!! Let the pizza and donuts roll 🙂 After all, that’s why they are round, right?

The Captain's Speech

They’re tiny, they’re toony, they’re all a little looney!

The calendar has flipped to June 1st, the pizza has been ordered, the fireworks have been going off, and I am more excited than Porky Pig at a comedy club. It’s here, kids. It’s here. The best holiday that no one knows about is finally here!

HAPPY LOONEY JUNE!

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HIT THE MUSIC!

SET OFF THE FIREWORKS!

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AND TURN THE VOLUME UP ON THIS UNTIL YOUR NEIGHBOURS COMPLAIN!

I hope you’re ready to get a bit looney for the next 30 days!

But first, I just want to say something about Porky Pig. Ever notice how he is basically the Donald Duck of the Looney Tunes. Like Donald, Porky also wears a blue shirt, red bow tie, and no pants! What!?

I’m not posting a side-by-side comparison of them on here because neither has pants on. This isn’t that type of blog. But look it up!…

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Quandary … or however you spell that word that means “kerfluffle”…

I’m in a huge kerfluffle or that other word that I am not sure I know how to spell correctly.  Talk about spelling… since I don’t know how to spell “misspell” correctly, I just say… spelled it incorrectly.  But once again I digress.  I’m good at digressing.  I’m also good at babbling.  Which should be 100% obvious here right now!!!  Anyhow.  About the kerfluffle.  Is that even a word?  I ask that question A LOT.  We used to call made up words “Gilisms” but that’s for another day.

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I have been hungry for a Three Musketeer bar for DAYS now.  DAYS, I tell you!  Not just a candy bar.  No “any old” candy bar will do.  I am specifically hungry for a Three Musketeer bar.  The funny thing is this.  Since I went through chemo, I don’t even LIKE chocolate.  Before chemo it was like a food group to my body.  Now it tastes like eating acid.  Not that I ever truly have tasted acid.  But I can imagine… I’m good at imagining.  Oops.  Another digression.

3 musketeers

So my kerfluffle is this.  I would have to get dressed tonight (I am NOT sitting here naked.  I am ready to crawl into bed!) and get in the Tundra and drive somewhere to buy a Three Musketeer bar.  Heaven forbid if I would actually WALK to the little convenience store about a mile away.  Or ride my bike!  That would take exercise.  This is getting ridiculous.

my bike(This really IS my bike!  Isn’t it cute?)

Anyhow, I DO have a Betty Crocker fudgy brownie or is it fudgey brownie mix.  If I made them, I’d have enough chocolate treats for the next two weeks.  Which is a perfect amount of time… but that’s another digression.  But I would have to do all of that measuring and mixing and spreading and baking and the timing.  OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS… it tires me out just to think about all of that work!!!

fudge brownies

Sooooo I guess what I’ll do is drink a glass of water.  With a handful of M & M’s.  They’re left over from Christmas.  HAHAHA!!! That should really satisfy my longing for a Three Musketeer bar.  Right?

M&Ms

But THAT my friends is a topic for another day.  Right now I am tired after all of this thinking.