Bah Humbug, I mean Happy Easter!


Typically when people think of Easter, it’s all about easter eggs and candy and cute little bunny rabbits.  Ham for dinner, hopefully with your family and friends.

Except it’s not supposed to be all about bunnies and chocolate and jelly beans.  It’s the day that Christ has risen from the dead, after being horribly crucified and dying for us.  Pain.  Suffering.  Blood.


But nobody wants to think about that.  They run out and buy little rabbits for their kids, forever dooming them to a life spent in a tiny cage with nobody paying attention to them after the first day.  Do you know how long a rabbit can live in a cage?  A long time.  Just ask my sister.  The pet store does NOT take them back.  Many will release them into the wild, sentencing them to certain death by more experienced predators.  Maybe that’s better than sitting in a cage.

The candy and the easter eggs are fairly harmless, albeit to your waistline.  But some families go WAY beyond that.  Another gift giving opportunity!  Bicycles and new spring clothes and iPods and iPads….the list goes on.

Call me a scrooge.  I don’t believe that children need pricey Easter baskets full of gifts that the giver probably put on their credit card which will take them ten years to pay off the balance.  And don’t get me started on Christmas.  All these RELIGIOUS holidays have turned into a marketing frenzy for stores.  Presents galore!

Now, don’t get me wrong, nothing cuter than an Easter egg hunt with the little ones for that perfect Kodak moment.  But too many people are too busy with the extravaganza they have made these holidays into to even go to church.  Too busy shopping, baking, cooking etc. to go to church, and give an hour to God to praise him for sending his only begotten Son to earth to SUFFER and DIE for our sins.

And that makes me sad.  And a scrooge, I guess.  I’m done with the Easter baskets and presents etc.  If parents want to give their kids presents, I’m all for it.  But beyond that, I think it is unnecessary.  I love getting together with my family, but we should be rejoicing in the MEANING of the day, and not about how many gifts we bring.

The saddest part of all are the people who think of themselves as good Catholics or Christians and spent a lot of money to send their kids to private Catholic school, and then never go to church.  I sure don’t understand that one.  What is that teaching their children?  What kind of example is that setting?

Trust me, I am no Saint.  I am not a good example of a good Catholic.  I go to church willy nilly, sometimes a lot, sometimes a little.  I went to the Easter Vigil last night for the first time in my life, and I went to Catholic school for 10 years!  I grew up in a Catholic family who rarely went to church on Sundays, and it used to embarrass me on Mondays when my friends at school would ask why they never saw me at church on Sundays.  My mom and dad were hard workers and I suppose they thought it was their day of rest.  After all, us kids went to mass every day before school.  That was enough.  And as kids, we agreed!

So, I guess it is a personal interaction with God.  Some people say they don’t need to go to church to pray.  I myself feel better to go to God’s house to pray.  It gives me peace, and I mostly enjoy the familiar ceremony.  As long as you feel at peace with God and yourself, you should be go to go.  As for me, I hope that God accepts me into the kingdom of heaven, and I am not left behind.



So I’ll never be a Hip Hop dancer….

hip hop

I’ve got a bad hip. I’ve been blaming it on my bad back for almost a year now, but the reality is that I have a bad hip. Might have been aggravated by limping around with a bad back for so long, but whatever the reason, my hip is giving me a bad rap.


I’ve been going to physical therapy, and they have pretty much confirmed my worst fears.  I have all the symptoms of needing a hip replacement.  Just waiting on an MRI to confirm that.

Really, I said.  Actually I said reeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaallllllyyyyy.  I’m way too young for that.  Apparently I’m not.  Walking has been VERY painful for a while now.  Kept thinking I pulled a groin muscle, and I limped because of that.  Going grocery shopping has been brutal.  Not just traversing the store, but carrying all the heavy bags up the stairs in my house.

Yep, that’s right.  Stairs in my house.  I live in a raised ranch.  I HATE IT, always have, always will, but it is what it is.

My PT told me today that I should avoid going up the stairs, that it really aggravates my hip.  Ok, so I guess I’ll just hole up here for a while with no food and no laundry and no swimming classes and no PT.

I’m going to a wedding in a few weeks and was hoping to show off my hip hop moves, along with my new repertoire of The Shake and Gangham Style.  How I love my dancing!  I guess that won’t be happening.  I’ll have to stick to the slow stuff.  In my walker.


Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

mirror mirrorEvery morning we look in the mirror.  We brush our teeth, comb our hair, apply make-up etc., and then we twirl around hoping we look better.  Although, dare I say, a man could go through a whole day without ever checking a mirror, lol.

Me, I have a circus mirror at home.  When I look in it, I still feel young, tall, slim, attractive.  For whatever reason, I see the person I picture in my head, not the reality.

mirror funnyAhem.  Time has not been kind to me, to say the least.  I blame the bags under my eyes and wrinkles around them to crying and blubbering over ex-husbands.  Trust me, a divorce can age you overnight, imagine crying for a year!  Don’t do it, not worth it, it wreaks havoc on your face, mind and soul!  And if you don’t want upper lip wrinkles, throw those damn cigarettes away!  They ruin a lot more than your lungs!

Love the sun, or the tanning beds?  Welcome to skin cancer and leather lizard skin.  All those old wrinkled ladies you used to make fun on the beaches of Florida?  That is you if you don’t stop.  Please don’t make me look like Tan Mom!  (Planet of the Apes, anyone?)  Use self tanners or spray instead.

tan mom

Let face it, we all age.  We have not yet found the Fountain of Youth.  We can turn back the clock somewhat with proper health and eating habits.  And there’s always plastic surgery, lol.  As Dolly Parton would say, nothing wrong with a little nip/tuck.  Personally I don’t have the funds to do that, but I have had chemical peels, microdermasion etc. as maintenance, and apply sunscreen religiously.  Just wish I had back in the day, instead of baby oil!

Sometimes, no matter what you do, you must face reality.  And sometimes, that reality sucks.


DWTS – My Predictions – UPDATE

crystal ballOk, we are in the thick of things now, let’s see how my predictions have held up so far, and if I want to change anything…..

Nope.  I’m good.

Yet another season of Dancing With the Stars. More B and C listers competing for that coveted Mirror Ball Trophy, wearing as little clothes as physically possible.

This year, it appears it may actually be better competition. It’s not all full of ringers. A few very good, a few very bad, but most are in between, and could show promise. So that leaves us with more exciting viewing!

Let me peer into my crystal ball, and see what I think for this season:

Very Good:

Zendaya, Jacoby, Aly, Kelly


Sean, Dorothy (foot/spine injury, so sorry to see you go!), Ingo, Lisa, Victor


D.L Hughley (can’t believe he is still here), Wynonna Judd (she has Tony, the kiss of death unless YOU push HIM) and Andy Dick (but his second dance WAS better).

The four that are a very good are indeed very good.  Any of them could win.  So it comes down to the voters.  Who is the most popular?  Who gets the most votes?  They all have totally different fan bases.

Sigh.  After week one I was all about Zendaya for the win.  After week two I was all about Kelly Pickler.  But those damn football players always do well, and Jacoby is better than most.  And Aly is an Olympian, and they always win too!  What a dilemma.

Ok.  For the coveted mirror ball trophy, I pick………drum roll please..

dwts trophy

Kelly or Jacoby!   Ok, I know that’s two people, but at this point, this is the best I can do.  I think Zendaya’s fan base may be smaller cause it’s the Disney crowd, and Aly is good but not as good as the others.

I wish Reality Steve could give me the winner spoilers, but since it’s live, it’s kinda hard!  lol

The Joys of Quitting Smoking

Joy.  That’s right.  For me, it was a joyful experience.  Why?

Chantix.  Wonderful Chantix.  Five years ago this Easter, I started taking Chantix.  One and a half cigarettes later, I was done.  For good.  I have NO urge to ever smoke again.  Just the thought of it makes me gag.

But let’s get back to the Chantix.  For me, it was a joyful experience.  It gave me the BEST dreams ever.  In color, very vivid, remembered each one.  In fact, I could wake up and go WOW THAT IS THE MOST AWESOMENESS DREAM EVER and go right back to sleep and continue on.  OR, I could choose from a menu of dreams, like On Demand or Net Flix.  Hmmmm, think I like that one from Tuesday, ok, go to sleep, dream it again.  It was AWESOME.  Have I mentioned how awesome it is?

Some people don’t like Chantix, and it didn’t work for them.  I don’t know how it couldn’t work, seriously, it blocks the nicotine receptors in the brain, so even if you smoke, nothing happens.  But some had side effects that weren’t as fun as mine I guess.  For those people, I am so sorry.  It was the best experience of my life.

So thank you Chantix.  In addition to giving me the best dreams ever, you just may have saved my life in the process.

Ten Years Later


Hard to believe, it’s been 10 years since we last invaded Iraq with “shock and awe”.  Ten long years.  So let’s see what has happened during those ten years:

4,500 U.S. Troops killed

32,000 wounded, many with brain/spinal injuries, and loss of limb/s

Iraqi citizens killed – hard to estimate, 100,000 to 600,000

$3 TRILLION spent

Returning vets – 9.4% unemployment, PTSD, 22 suicides a day

Now, after all of this sacrifice, I’m sure we left Iraq a better place, no?  No.  Ask the Iraqi population if their lives have changed for the better.  With a Shiite Prime Minister, there are Sunni gunmen and al Qaeda’s suicide bombers killing hundreds each week.

Now President Obama is assuring Israel that will stop Iran from making a nuke.  Really?  When does it stop?  Where does it stop?  Are we responsible for policing the entire world?  What about our own problems?  Our own national debt?  Our own starving and homeless and unemployed people?  We are self-imploding.  Ya think any other country is going to rush in and rescue us, to the tune of 3 TRILLION DOLLARS?

Well of course not, don’t be ridiculous!  That’s right.  Don’t. be. ridiculous.

You know what I think?  Que sera, sera.  Quit butting in to every other country’s business.  They will figure it out.  If they fail, they fail.  Sink or swim baby.  Third world countries have a revolution on an almost daily basis.  One day they will get it right.  For crikey sake, AMERICA has one of the most nonpartisan corrupt governments around!  We can’t even get a freakin’ budget passed!  So maybe we should just mind our own stinkin’ business, cause we sure do screw up our own country pretty well.

Ahem, ok, so, Happy Ten Year Anniversary to Iraq!





Ah yes.  Do no harm.  The hypocritical hippocratic oath.  The oath basically means that a doctor shall do his best to do no harm to a patient.  That might mean not doing experimental surgery, or dangerous procedures, that he feels will do more harm than good.  (Nazi medical experiments anyone?)  The original oath states that they can’t do a Kevorkian, or perform an abortion.  It also includes language that they will share their money and knowledge freely with other doctors.

Hmmm.  Obviously the original oath has been heavily modified and modernized. I do think that the majority of doctors are moral and ethical.  However, our society has made them into robots with a 15 minute time limit per patient and a payment schedule decided by insurance companies.

Now, I’m not going to go off on a rant here about Obamacare or socialized medicine.  I just want to talk about what we should expect from our healthcare professionals.

I expect someone to listen to me, first and foremost.  I expect them to take my suggestions seriously.  I expect them to provide the best treatment plan for me, about me, and agreed up by me.  I expect full disclosure about what to expect from any medication, surgical procedure etc.  “This won’t hurt a bit” doesn’t fly with me.  Let me lay you down on the table and try it on you first.

Ultimately, we are responsible for our own health.  A doctor can’t keep track of every patient like he should, and follow-ups are YOUR responsibility in that case.   And listen up, cause this part is important…..if you don’t LIKE your doctor…..FIRE him.  They work for you.  Don’t be subjected to a doctor you feel is condescending or doesn’t listen to you.  There are certain doctors at my medical office that I do not care for.  And I make sure to avoid them like the plague.  They are just not my type.  Then I have my GI doctor, who I love with all my heart and soul, and I have literally put my life in his hands for over 20 years.  The funny thing is that we like to argue about treatment options, but we do it with love and respect for each other.  (I am always right of course!).

If you have a serious medical condition, take care of yourself.  Nobody else is gonna take care of it for you.  Align yourself with GOOD doctors that you like and respect.  Then you can have the best attitude possible and perhaps have a better outcome because of it.

Tell me about your experiences with your doctors.  I would love to hear them!

Dear Rainbow Bridge

It must be getting crowded on your side.  Several of my friends and bloggers have recently lost their pets.  I have contributed more than my fair share.

I love the idea of the Rainbow Bridge.  For those of you who are not familiar with it, it is a story that goes like this:


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together…. 

Author unknown..

I just KNOW the Rainbow Bridge is real.  I just KNOW that God will reunite us with our beloved pets.  I cannot wait to see them.  Laddie, Scuffy, Mimi, Cali, UPer, Baby Kitty, Savanah, Maggie, Mollie, Maddie, Simon, and eventually Ozzy and Izzy.  I can picture myself, young and strong and beautiful again, running across the bridge, and being covered by all my loves, and playing in a beautiful green meadow covered in flowers.

That would just make my idea of heaven complete.

The History Channel’s The Bible


Hmmmm.  As we Catholics are currently conclaving for a new Pope after the last one quit (and perhaps the white smoke has appeared even while writing this), I felt that I should go back to my Christian roots and watch The Bible.

Wow.  What a time in History.  So glad I was born in modern times.  The whole thing just reeks of dust and sand and sweat and sin to me.  That’s right.  I said sin.  Even the Kings of Israel sin.  Big time sins.  Mortal sins.  And here I am worried about my petty little venial sins.

I guess back in those days you had to live for the moment, because it was such a violent time.  You never knew when you might get a spear in your back, even from your King.  I have watched 4  hours of it so far, and it leaves me to wonder…..

THAT’S the Promised Land?????  Nothing but sand and rocks and hills to climb.  Where is the grass?  Where is the water?  How did these people live?  You never see anyone eating.  Drinking wine, maybe.  I guess they ate the sheep the shepards herded, but what did the sheep eat?  There is not so much as a hint of green anywhere.


These are the kind of things I wonder about when watching TV.  I’m always looking for some sense of reality.  (But not OUR kind of reality TV, lol).  I want things to make sense.  Like how come David could commit adultery and send the husband to his death and still be King? Ok, so God took his first-born son as retribution, but allowed him to produce another.  And what about all the fighting and murdering?  They decide to make Jerusalem their home base, so they have to go in and kill everybody.  Jerusalem translates loosely to City of Peace.  Ummm, not so much.  It has been fought over for centuries.

The killing thing has always bugged me.  It’s in the Ten Commandments.  THOU SHALL NOT KILL.  Oh, unless it is for religious reasons  Or fighting for your country reasons.  Which is usually related to religious conflicts.  Come to think of it, most of our wars are deeply rooted in differences in religious beliefs.  Crikey, we had HOLY wars!

So how come it is ok to kill in the name of religion?  I’m not just talking about the Christians, or Philistines, but also about the Muslims, Buddhist, etc.  Everyone thinks that THEIR religion is the only true religion.  So everyone else must agree, or die.

How come we can’t all get along?  Is it that hard?  Apparently it is.

Maybe that’s why all the Miss Universe beauty pageant contestants always answer “world peace”.

And let’s just touch briefly on Noah and the flood.  Apparently God wanted to cleanse the earth, so Noah loaded up his ark and God washed away all the evil on the earth.  Was it that much worse back then than now?  How much more evil can this world get?

Questions, questions.  All I have are questions.  If someone can answer my questions, please do!

P.S.  Late breaking news…we have a new Pope!

The Bachelor is on Dancing With the Stars?


Wow, what a surprise!  ABC never fails to amaze me with their cookie cutter shows.  Let’s trot out a football player, boxer, Olympic athlete, ice skater, singer, soap opera actor, a Disney kid, overweight B or C lister, oh, and a Bachelor here or there.  Throw them all in the mix every season, and see who comes out on top with the coveted Mirror Ball Trophy.

dwts trophy

Keep in mind that the best dancer does not necessarily win.  It’s all about the viewer votes.  So if you are popular AND can dance, you are a shoe-in.  I love the ice skaters and gymnasts who say they have no advantage over the flat-footed C lister.  Olympic medals help.  A lot.  No matter what the sport.  Football players are popular too.  Especially ones with moves.  Basketball players?  Think Metta World Peace.  Peace out baby.

So let’s talk Bachelor.  Since Max is not on the show this year, they need another guy who is more than happy to whip off his shirt in front of screaming fans. Sean Lowe is your man.


Not sure if he has the moves yet, although his hot partner Peta seems like a good teacher.  I wonder how Catherine will like seeing Peta draped all over her man so quickly after going public with Sean?  Didn’t work out so well with Jake and Vienna, but then they were both fame whores.  I really did like Sean.  He seemed so grounded.  He was the Bachelor born again Christian/Virgin.  He comes from a solid family.  Nice looking, well-mannered.  And yes, hot.  But now let’s see.  First he was on the Bachelorette.  Then the Bachelor.  Then he announced he will let ABC pay for his wedding on TV. Now DWTS.  Hard to pass up those $$$ which can add up to big bucks on DWTS.  Kinda makes it seem like he is going down that fame whore road, no?  But nice to have that nest egg put away for their married life.  And if Sean and Catherine really DO get married, it will be a Bachelor first.  (Jason and Molly don’t count.  Molly was the runner-up.)  Not really sure how this one will play out.  They seem madly in love right now (don’t they all), but they are very different, and come from completely different backgrounds.  And could ABC please fix Catherine chicklet teeth/gummy smile before the wedding?  But, as with all Bachelor engagements, we shall see.  I fully expect to see them on the front page of People magazine shortly after DWTS is over, with the title screaming  “Bachelor Breakup!”

I am a huge fan of Reality Steve, who spoils the Bachelor/Bachelorette shows every season.  I know who wins before the show even starts.  But actually it makes it more interesting to watch, because ABC is the King of “editing” to make each season the “most exciting ever”.  Edit this girl to make her the giggly drunk.  This one to be the flirt.  That one to be the drama queen.  Gotta keep the fans entertained!

I am looking forward to DWTS.  It is a whole soap opera unto itself.  Lots of behind the scenes action, but at least the dances are live, and that can’t be edited.  Who is your favorite for the season?