Monday, April 3, 2017

Chief Biscuit Butterer, Creator of Happiness, Sock Sorter? I dunno _ I just want a job!


SO.....sometimes  you win and sometimes you  learn.....and sometimes someone else's life is a reason for you to grow.
Some know (some don't & perhaps some  don't care) that I have had a completely different job change. I was, for most of my adult life, in radio. I knew from the time I was 6 years old THAT was where I was supposed to be. I loved every minute of it. I was happy. So happy! Many changes and many lessons later I found myself working for a surgeon that took a chance on this old radio girl. I have been the office manager, medical assistant, clinical admin support/patient relations and office smart ass for this wonderfully gifted & kind surgeon. I call him boy genius. It is just he & I in the office so, yep, I was employee of the month - every month.

Life happens and a great opportunity for this boy genius is taking him to Newport Beach, California. Although I had an offer to go with him, at this time in my life - it’s not feasible. SO, I find myself searching for my next great adventure.  (And YES that sucks!) I am sad that I will no longer be working for Dr. Michael Demeure as he has become a good friend. I’m excited for what life will bring. Actually, that’s a lie. It’s damn scary and I’d be lying if I said I am not worried. They say they don’t age discriminate but I believe they do. The reason I am sharing this with you is - if you know of anyone searching for a position to fill within their company, I am asking you to please let me know….or let them know. I wear many hats and I am trainable – just like a good puppy – (I hardly ever poop on the carpet )  and although I am not 20ish, I still have quite a few years left in me.




Friday, July 1, 2016

Time Flies - Tell Them You Love Them!

July 1st.

The year is half gone. Time flies. 

My head is full of so many thoughts. It feels like one of those little dart guns, or maybe it's a water gun. Thoughts keep shooting by and before it lands anywhere another thought has taken off. So please bear with me as I try to put to "paper" (ain't that an old phrase) my thoughts, which as already stated, are many.

The days are long but the years are short.

What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

I think it’s important to think about years past, even a month or two, things change. People have entered or exited our life. People die. Friends pass on. 

I received an email from (Cari’s sister) Betzi today. She was kind enough to send me the video from Cari’s Memorial Service and of some of her ashes being spread. It was a beautiful video.
I am grateful to see Cari with so much life, having so very much fun. And to see her being laid to rest where she loved to be was for me, very moving.

I learned today that:

We think we have time. 

We go day by day thinking life doesn’t change. We get up, work all day and day by day nothing changes, but if we look back at years past, things are different.


 Cari and I had a friendship from years gone by. Friends from when we were wee kids. Friends from before we celebrated  six years of life. As adults we led different lives. My heart never grew out of love with her. Yes, we knew each other from simpler times, but our friendship never changed. As her husband told me, the love Cari had for me was so deep in her heart. It is mutual.  My heart is hurting because my love for her was deep. Everytime I think this, I shed tears.



 I received a call from Cari’s phone about a month after she passed away….it freaked me out. I was in Costco, quietly losing my mind as I do whenever I shop Costco, but this was a different freak out. My friend is calling me from the other side. It was her husband calling to tell me how much I meant to Cari. How much she loved me and how he loved hearing stories about us. I needed to hear that. True love, true friendship - perhaps souls that never lose touch. Whatever it is I was blessed for knowing Cari, she lived life (and from the video), I can see she had opportunities to make great memories.

Your time as a caterpillar has expired. Your wings are ready.

Cari will always be deep in my heart. As will my handful of friends that I am so lucky to have. Grateful they put up with me and my weirdness.


Betzi, thank you for sending the videos, Mark, thanks for the phone call. And YOU.. thanks for reading!




Saturday, May 7, 2016

It’s Just Part Of Life. Life. Death…and Mountain Dew!



I’ve led a pretty sheltered life.  My parents wanted to keep us busy & out of trouble.
My parents needn’t have worried – I was a good kid, as were all the kids I hung around …we maybe were a bit ornery but we were good kids….and FUN!

I’ve always thought that I was really fortunate because the friends I made as a young child, are still my friends today. I have lifelong friends…friends that I met BEFORE Kindergarten (Paulette Goodfriend) and friends that I met IN Kindergarten, Anna Holmquist,  Becky Hoitinga, and Cari Bliklen. I feel we have a special bond. Always near & dear to my heart…ALWAYS.
This is important to me because as we go about our lives, we tend to forget how quickly the years pass.

Grade school, high school, college, marriages, kids, work….life gets busy. We blink and 40 years have passed. 

It’s just part of life.
One of the things that I know is true – that come hell or high water (where the hell did that phrase come from?) I KNEW that either January 10th or May 6th I would be chatting with my lifelong friendthat’s what we did.  Every year from the day (almost) that telephones were invented. As if no time had passed at all – she was THAT kind of friend. Yes, there were times when we’d speak more frequently, kids being born or new family members – other family matters that seemed important only to us – but FOR sure on January 10th (Cari’s birthday) & May 6th, (my birthday) we’d be playing catch up....every year!
I wondered why I hadn’t heard from Cari yesterday. May 6, my birthday. She must’ve been busy- I get that…never did I think the reason was because she didn’t want to make the call. She couldn’t. My lifelong friend had passed away ….on my birthday.  
As I am waiting at Walgreen’s for my prescriptions to (oddly enough) keep me focused – I take out my phone. I open up Facebook and the very first thing that pops up is a posting from Betzi Bliklen.  As I read her posting  - I am in shock – I can’t believe what I am reading… it can’t be true. But NOW it makes sense.
Cari’s sister, Betzi, posted that Cari passed away. I am in shocked as I try to process that I have lost yet another friend that I love so much.  
THIS part of life sucks! 
It’s just so strange to me. I can’t help but think that timing is everything. The second ( REALLY AT THAT MOMENT) I open my phone Betzi had posted the sad news. I think Cari wanted me to know.
I’m missing my friend, trying to process this terrible news. My mind takes me back to grade school. Ornery, sweet (damn it) kids being kids. I have a tons of Cari & Lisa stories. I was in awe of Cari. She was the classic ‘girl next door’ beautiful. Tall, thin, freckles (that she hated back then)..she was popular, kind, funny and all the boys loved her.. We’d hang out at her house. She lived north of McDowell. I lived south of McDowell. Although there were some that made a big deal of who lived on which side of McDowell, I never felt that they looked down on me. The Bliklen’s were the nicest people. Cari has a sister, Betzi, a few years older....that I thought was equally nice. I always wanted a sister, if I had one, I wanted her to be like Betzi. Betzi would always have a package of chocolate chips, the kind you put in cookies, (I’m laughing thinking of this) I thought she was the coolest person ever- how lucky that she had chocolate chips… and offered me some. WOW she was cool!! Cari would laugh at me for being so weird..she had a sister, I didn't. I wanted a sister and she'd tell me I could have Betzi. Betzi with the chocolate chips!
In 7th grade, Cari & I were alone in the hallway after school. We noticed the teacher’s lounge was open…so what did we do? We went in and helped ourselves to two bottles of Mountain Dew. YIKES! We were sly. We felt so terribly guilty that we decided to replace the Mountain Dew the very next day. We probably should’ve thought things through and waited until after school to put them back. But we didn’t want to keep the pop with us all day. We took it as soon as we got to school that morning and…yep -  we got caught putting it back in the teacher’s lounge. The Principal was "very disappointed" in us which made us feel even worse. Oddly, I quit drinking pop in 7th grade. I don’t know if that incident had anything to do with it.
When we were 10 years old, we would walk to Park Central. The main shopping mall. We’d walk up 3rd Ave and just have fun. It was a good 2 miles or so. We bought our very first 45’s together. Her taste in music was different from mine. She bought GET READY by RARE EARTH.  I’m buying Carpenter’s Close to You (this before Barry Manilow). Yep, different taste in music.
This is our Kindergarten class picture. Cari is in the star. Anna, Becky and myself are in the oval circles. Time passes so very quickly. 







So many stories, I loved her so. “Lifelong friend”? I’m not ready to say that because she is no longer on this earth that we are no longer friends. That doesn't seem fair. Because one passes away _ does that mean we are no longer friends?  “Lifelong friends” now sounds too short a time. Cari and I will be friends forever. She’s just in a happier, healthier place now....and I am heartbroken.

Cari, I love you, I miss you….be happy my friend.
~444~

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Merry, Merry Christmas?! But Que Sera Sera Darlin'


Oh sheesh. It is two days until Christmas. I like to think the loving spirit of the season would - at the very least – hold until the day after Christmas.

Here is what happened while I was trying my hardest not to let the rude people get to me. I see myself pushing back.. that can't be good, can it?

December23. I left my job in Scottsdale to go to my other job downtown. I decided I wanted to take soup that I can enjoy at my desk. I figured it would be easy to go to AJ’s on Scottsdale road and Lincoln.

Well, let’s see, if it’s the Christmas season and people get nuts, add to that, a bit of chill in the air & sprinkles from the really beautiful clouds. I love chilly weather. I don’t love how it turns people into idiots!

If you’re familiar with AJ’s on Scottsdale road and Lincoln, you know the parking is just okay. Not a really big lot and they share the lot with others on the premises. As parking goes, it’s not terribly crowded, I mean, they allow ample space for each vehicle (what’s it supposed to be 8 feet per space?- I dun no) and for the  people that have been driving longer than they should (elderly), well, there’s plenty of room for vehicles to pass each other. Well, usually there's enough room.

Today, though, with all the people trying to get into the store, none of the extra parking lot room mattered. There was someone trying to back out of a parking space that was holding up the line of cars that were trying to pass.

While that person was backing up, so was a car directly behind it.  Well, now we have a standoff. Who gets to go first? Remember there are several cars waiting. I am one of them at the end. I, however see a lady coming out of the store and while the people in front of me are wondering how to let each other go first, I decide to wait for the lady that is parked just next to where I am stuck in line.

The nice lady puts her groceries in her car and then proceeds to take her cart back to its proper place – (that reminds me, do you do that? Do you return the shopping cart? Most of the time I leave it in the area designated for carts, sometimes I leave it next to the space- other times I take it back- hmm,- sorry ..Focus-focus-focus)

Anyway, in order for this nice lady to back out of her space, she needed a bit more room.  I try to back up and the person behind me edges closer to me & starts honking her horn. She doesn’t let up on the horn. The lady who was trying to leave is stuck, I am stuck because the car in front of me was still waiting for the nimrods ahead of them to decide who gets to go first. While this lady is still honking her horn, she yells out her window  “move it Darlin’”-  I was taken aback. I put my car in park. I get out of my car and walk over to this elderly lady. She again, YELLING “MOVE-IT DARLIN’” also throws me her tall finger telling me I AM NUMBER 1. I am a bit shocked and very much amused now. I get to her window, I am smiling because, well this old broad made me laugh. I look at her and she reminds me of a Doris Day look alike but with a mouth on her. White hair- chin length, with bangs. She is in a newer model Cadillac and has no intentions to move and let me back up so the lady can leave. I am trying to be pleasant, truth is I am amused and I inform her that, although I am certain she is in a hurry all she is doing by refusing to move, is holding up everyone because this lady is trying to leave and she can’t if she’s blocked in.  In her ever so raspy voice says again to me “ just move it DAR-lihn –come on- come one jussst MOOOVEEE ITTTT!!!!!” ( I think I am still smiling), I say to her that I can’t move because I am blocked. If she could move  back a few feet, I am more than happy to let the lady leave her parking space so I may pull in and get out of her way. She says. “oh no, you can’t have the parking space, it’s  mine”. I ask how she figures it’s hers (now it’s the principal of the matter, normally I wouldn’t argue about stupid shit but this, was,..well fun! She was being ridiculous... and a tad obnoxious). 

SIDE NOTE: I didn’t mention above that the parking lot was quite full and that was my second time around the lot looking for a parking space. So, ya see, I am not letting this old broad have my space when she was so rude.

As I am waiting for her reply on how she figures it’s her parking space, I inform her that  I believe people of a certain age do, indeed, deserve certain perks- however her attitude negates my belief at that very moment and if it were indeed HER parking space, how come I was in front of her, closer to the space?
She didn't have an answer for that exact question.

This old broad reminded me of people that have money & feel a sense of entitlement. I know some peeps like that and I can tell- based on my experience with them- they aren’t happy. So, letting her have this parking space wasn’t going to make a bit of difference to the Que Sera Sera double. Whatever will be, will be - is going through my head. I’m still laughing (is that funny only in my head?).

She’s still yelling at me. I get back in my car and turn my wheel so although I am backing up, it’s at an angle where she doesn’t have to move.  It also gave me better angle to pull into the parking space.

I’d like to say that Doris calmed down, truth is, I think she left. I would’ve given up the parking space, but her attitude really made me think she is used to getting her way – and I needed to get to work. Perhaps if she'd been a sweet little old lady it would've been different. 
I'd like to think it would've been different.. I am sweet damn it! but don't push my buttons and expect me to just give in because  a pushy old broad  called me Darlin'..
Wait that didn't come out right. Oh well.  It's done- NOW.. I'm Movin' on.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Perry Damone - A Child Of God - We all are Children of God…Perry is HOME. Miss you already

December 9, 2014 Perry is now with his beloved mom. 

Perry Damone.


Know him? To know him is to love him.  Perry never had a negative comment to say about anyone, even if they hurt him or did him wrong. No, my Per-bear, as I called him because he gave amazing hugs, was kind to everyone.  He found the good in people – even when it took others (a long) time to find the good in people, he FELT the good.  We would have conversations about our life experiences, some of these experiences were pretty painful.  I would want to verbally “take care” of whomever hurt my Per-bear. I was the one with the mouth, not Perry. He would very calmly tell me that “it is what it is”…. “live & learn…..We want people to be happy…we want to move on and forgive.”  He would chuckle as I used my very colorful & descriptive words to get my point across on how I felt about forgiving rude people.  He would tell me that you can’t go through life worried about how these people hurt you. Yes it hurts, but you gotta move past it.  I always thought he is much too nice to people that don’t deserve his kindness.

Perry’s passion was radio…and kids…combine the two and you have Kidstar Radio. He had a vision to build the self-esteem of kids and give them a direction for which they can grow & be proud.  He put real working radio stations in schools that was run by kids.  Who didn’t want to have that kind of experience? Perry was a broadcaster,  a DJ with  very kind heart, a personality that everyone loved. Bringing his love of people to the airwaves. He wanted to share his love.

Perry (named after the smooth voice crooner Perry Como) also loved to sing…and could he sing! Back in the old days when radio was fun  (at the “little nickel & dime radio station” -a description, the late great Bill Austin would use to describe the station)   - we would regularly go to The Native New Yorker on 70th St & Shea  and do the karaoke thing.  Perry’s best friend, Frank & Kathy Sinclair had  a karaoke business that was so very much fun. Perry sang quite a few songs with all the love in his heart. One of his songs he regularly sang was Frank Sinatra’s “I’ve Got You Under my Skin”…. I loved listening to him sing. His dad, Vic, may have been the singer in his family but I tell ya, Perry had a voice that was so smooth that people stopped just to hear him sing.  Yep, the good ‘ol days. I miss those days…I will miss my Perry more.  I will miss him so very much.  Per, I know you’re in Heaven, you are with your mom, I am sure of it…it’s been waaaay too long that you’ve seen your mom.  I know we don’t have here on earth what glorious unearthly possessions you now have with our Heavenly Father, but I do wish I had more time with you. We had more to discuss, more to laugh, to love. I will miss you, my friend, my sweet, kind, gentle friend. Loving you more than you know!

Side note: (Actually this is a BOTTOM note as it’s at the bottom)
My heart is broken. Truly broken. I’m so unbelievably sad. I knew the day was near, I thought I would at least get to see him one more day. That was my plan.  He was in hospice located in the same parking lot with the doctor I work for in Scottsdale… the same parking lot! It was perfect - if you can call it that. Actually perfect would've been Perry being cured, but God had plans.

I have always expressed my feelings through music, I used to write, occasionally play and sing, but always listen.  Ya know how you hear everything happens for a reason? I couldn’t hear the music. My friend is gone and as I am trying to digest this huge loss, I couldn’t hear the music that so loudly plays in my brain.  I open my phone to call Kathy & Frank Sinclair, I needed to connect with them – they are my connection to Per, but my Facebook was open, which is really weird because it shouldn’t have been. I am happy it was because what popped up in the news feed was JUST what I needed.  My Richie posted something that reminded me that I do have Faith.  Perry had  Faith, he loved our God. So this song written so many years ago by Bob Diaz, my dear friend and guitar teacher was perfect…. it touches my heart and just so happen to be what I needed. Niños de Dios – Children Of God.  Perry is, we all are Children of God. Love of our God, that’s all we are – love of our God, we want to be.  Small as we are, babes in arms, growing strong  growing tall to heed the Lords call…
Children of God that's all we are,  Children of God we want to be...soon we'll be old and all alone
Waiting for God to rest our soul.

 Beautifully written
Bob Diaz, Richie Diaz, Thank you for posting.. I encourage you to listen to this song  - click the link below – it’s beautiful.  





Tuesday, December 31, 2013

(To Quote a Barry Manilow Song) It's Just Another New Year's Eve

Okay when it comes to being sentimental- I run hot & cold. I don’t know if that’s good or bad- but it is what it is.

When I was younger, I would spend New Year’s Eve with my in-laws. Kind, loving people and before my father in law passed away, it was what WE did. Spend New Year’s Eve with them.  My mother in law, Gloria, would cook for days, well, it seemed like days when you would take a look at the spread displayed  on the table in their home.

<hmmmm, side note: Whenever Boberts & I have people over, I feel I have to have  a huge spread - (of food, heh heh) to make sure our “family”, aka invited guests, have enough choices…just in case they are picky or hungry (or both)…I learned that from Gloria- make everyone happy>

...anyhoo- as I was (ah)sayin'…..

I was always amazed at how much food there was, but she was a pro at cooking & doing everything quickly, so maybe it was just a day.  They would have friends & neighbors stop by for tamales and good cheer. Well, really, can you have anything else but good cheer? We’re talking homemade tamales - - homemade rice & beans, a dish that she called “stuffado”, which was shredded roast beef, made into small beef patties held together with egg & I don’t know what else in a tomato based sauce…it was really good(that’s saying a lot because I am not a fan of beef), roasted green chili peppers- it may have been jalapenos- it’s been so long, sometimes she’d have fried chicken and, oh yeah, Posole - ever have posole?
It's a soup made with pork, and hominy & broth. She'd also have Menudo - ever have menudo? Um... I’d tell you what the ingredients are, but it would make ME sick! I will say it takes hours to cook (or the main ingredient  is really- did I say really, I mean  extremely tough and *in my opinion* really, REALLY gross), the ingredients are, well, okay, I  have no words to describe what it is- excuse me while I hurl)….needless to say - although I find  myself doing exactly that – saying that I AM NOT A FAN OF MENUDO- (heh, I knew this guy - I won’t embarrass him by telling you his name, because we are still friends – yes, friends since West High school days- would call it “menoodles”…he was so cute, goofy but cute!)

***Um…..Digressing***

Gloria, my mother in-law, would also have desserts of all kinds, and liquor!

LOTS of liquor. That was before I appreciated a good wine - -

or vodka. (Have I told you vodka is my friend? 'tis true)

During the New Year’s Eve festivities,  Gloria would mingle with each and every guest and at some point in the evening (one of my most favorite memories), Gloria & my father-in-law, Bill Aguilar (who was pretty famous in his own right here in the valley, as he was the one that started broadcasting live sports events in Español) would dance. They danced beautifully together. Everyone would stop and watch as they slid effortlessly on the make shift dance floor.

< OOOH- yet another side note- Adderall hasn’t kicked in yet- I can’t help it- just go with it- okay?....Wanna hear about what a small world in which we live? YAY- I’m telling you anyway - - Bill Aguilar, (Bob’s dad) actually knew my family BEFORE Bob & I were specks of anything in our respective parents lives.  Bill Aguilar danced with my family, yes, yes, shocker & extremely difficult to believe, but  I come from a family of dancers, in fact, my grandma & aunt opened the Orpheum Theatre when it opened the first time back  1929.>

So, as I was  saying, watching Bill & Gloria dance was a sight to see. They were so very much in love and when they danced, you could see just how much love they shared….dancing, after all, is the universal language of the love. (I just made that up... I don’t know what it is, but dancing is a way and has a way of expression, so let’s just go with that).

Throughout the evening, everyone was happy & laughing and eating and dancing and visiting and just, really enjoying each other.  As we prepared to say good bye to the year and celebrate the coming of a New Year, Gloria would pass out individual bowls of 12 red grapes WITH seeds. Part of the tradition - and I haven’t seen this anywhere else, well, it’s not like I travel, but I haven’t heard about this anywhere else – is to....exactly at midnight, eat all 12 grapes , one grape for each month, within 60 seconds. This should bring you good luck for the New Year.  It was fun watching everyone struggle –well,  I can only imagine that everyone else was struggling. There were giggles & down right wonderful guffaws.   In my mind, as I was struggling to move the seeds around my mouth using my tongue, I would think everyone else was having difficulty too, and THAT would make me  laugh, causing me to lose the contents in my mouth, which was okay because the  crunch of the grape skin would give me osco*….but I dunno… some peeps may be better tongue movers than others.

*osco: a word from my childhood meaning yucky, sick, gross..etc..

I think as I get older, I appreciate more & more the experiences I was fortunate to experience.
Bill Aguilar passed away in 1987.  Gloria has lived without her husband, the love of her life, for longer than she was married to him.  They married on November 20, the same anniversary that Boberts & I have.  At the time, we thought that it would be a compliment (as such) to share a wedding anniversary with them. Every year that passes now, since my father in law passed away, I feel sadness for Gloria. Sadness because it's just another reminder of how she lives on - without her hubby... and guilty because Bob & I still have each other to celebrate another year of wedded bliss (REALLY! WE ARE HAPPY!! lol).  I am grateful that I got to know Mr. Aguilar, his time on this earth was way too short.  I feel for my mother in law and honestly… I think about how strong she was to continue to wake up every day, knowing Bill isn’t going to come through the door with some silly joke to make her laugh (something - although I tease - Bob does the same thing and truth be told, it’s funny that he is so goofy).







Wow this turned out to be not at all what I intended- I guess  just go with the flow type thang….huh?

NEW YEAR…

New beginning…another day to start getting busy with what we want our lives to be.
We have choices…let’s make a choice to be kind, be loving and be all we are suppose to be.

Happy New Year and May 2014 Be YOUR Year. Your Year for kindness, abundance, good health & happiness.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Did Hell Freeze Over? But on the plus side…

So, Maggie, Vee & I went to see Star this weekend… Star, Estella Therese, is our friend that passed away last year. I’ve tried to see her a few times and even though I WAS POSITIVE I knew where she was/is buried, I gave in to the ‘slight possibility’ that PERHAPS I must be in a different area- because I didn’t see a headstone or even a marker. SO, we decided to go to the office to see what we could see (is there a song that used that phrase?) Anyhoo - - -A very nice man, with a very funny personality, was the lucky person chosen to assist us in our quest to locate several loved ones. Mags found hers, Vee found hers, I found my grandma (well, actually, turned out it wasn’t her, as my grandma is buried at another cemetery- boy is MY face red…) AND we found Star….with no headstone & no marker. WTH?? How can that be? I know - I know I KNOW (!), we are not supposed to judge BUT it’s been a year and a half since Star crossed over. I’m not gonna lie, this upset me. 

After Mags makes a couple of calls, we find out that in honor of Stars’ birthday, which is December 17th, St. Gregory’s evening Mass is intended for our friend. OH NO! A Catholic Mass – IN A CHURCH—egad! What a quandary for me (background scoop for y’all: I have a very, very strong aversion to Catholic Mass- traumatized as a child- long story – won’t… okay CAN’T elaborate). What to do- what to do…

Okay, it is for my friend. I HAVE to go, right?  Let me tell you that the last time I set foot in a church was, indeed for Star’s funeral… I am certain she is laughing her ass off in Heaven. (STAR?? Really funny girl!! I know you can hear me.. I hope you are having a great laugh!)

Yes, Bob and I did go to the Mass. During this very special service (I like to sit in back so I can sneak out)- well, sitting towards the back just made it more difficult because there was this child, a baby really, that evidently has never heard the words ‘sit down or shhhhh’ because this child was running and screaming and running & screaming and running & screaming through the entire service.(I will say that when my kids were young, I had more patience, but my kids also never were allowed to disrupt or be wild lunatics in a place where it is expected to be peaceful,but I digress). The mother, (I assume she was the mother) just sat there.    I lean over to Bob and commented that this lady is just wrong to allow her child to be disruptive. Bob (& Mags) state that, ironically the service is on how we shouldn’t judge- FUNNY STAR!!! REALLY FRICKIN’ FUNNY! 


Maggie & Bob are, of course, getting a chuckle – at my expense – but….that’s okay. I was in a church, I figure of ALL places, this is where I shall be forgiven… lol

I don’t know what the solution should be  - - If I had money, I would happily pay to have a headstone for my lifelong (and beyond) friend. NOBODY should be laid to rest without a way for loved ones to come and sit & visit.  It’s just disrespectful. I am NOT judging, I am merely stating my opinion.


Star doesn’t have a marker or headstone….and this is upsetting to me. As Maggie’s other half, Bill Keenley, says you don’t treat our dearly departed in this manner. For whatever reason – there HAS TO be some reason- a reason for which I am not privy (again NOT judging).

Happy Birthday, Star, I miss you every day.

BUT on the plus side… I wasn’t wrong… (did you ever doubt that?)… I knew exactly where Star is buried, sans marker and headstone, I know where Star is.... she is always in my heart!