Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!
Frazzled Marc, half way through my 40s!

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

An Odd April Week

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The week of April 15th began with what seems like the 96th day of January. That's one of the latest meme going around the Internet. It's quite humorous BECAUSE IT'S TRUE! We had one nice day of almost 80 degree weather on Saturday and then the temperature plummeted back down to the 30s with fierce winds pounding our region through the beginning of the week.

The wind chime hanging from the corner of the house is now known as the Devil's Harp. During the winter Nor'Easters it had become pure evil! It kept me up once again all night. I should just take it down but I'm too lazy to drag out the ladder.

I woke to a coating of snow on the ground. The yard was once again in shambles with more branches down. I had just spent the better part of Saturday cleaning up those which had previously fallen. It seemed like it had become the winter which would never end. Fingers were crossed though that this would be the last week of inclement cold weather.

I stopped over at the supermarket on Wednesday to pick up dinner. Walking through the parking lot, I passed an SUV with two kids sitting on the passenger door "window sills" talking back and forth excitedly across the  roof top. They reminded me of my brother and I when we were about 7 and I chuckled to myself as I walked by. One of them was staring at me as I looked back. He shouted out "Old man!" I was in shock and kept walking.

Was he talking to me? I looked back and that little brat was still staring at me! I didn't say anything and kept going, still in shock a kid spoke like that. I mean, granted I'm 40 years older than him but I never thought I'd be considered old. I laugh at the ridiculousness of it now but I think I was actually in shock.

After coming home, I hit the ATM for some cash before hitting the Firehouse Social Club for a couple beers. I had a huge monster truck on my ass while making my way up Summer Hill. He roared passed me and upon coming around the blind corner, slammed on his brakes, skidding towards a creeping tanker truck crossing the street. I gasped as he skidded closer and closer, stopping just in time. I never wanna see an accident but couldn't help thinking, "That guy's an idiot and he's gonna have to change his shorts!"

I cleaned up the deck late Wednesday evening. It was a mess from the winds. The grill had been moved to the center of the deck. Pillows and cushions were everywhere. A ceramic planter had fallen over, the pottery shards scattered about. Deck chairs knocked over. I then realized one of the larger cushions was missing. I combed the yard, my neighbor Charlotte's yard, and the roadside swales across the street. Nothing! I decided to look again tomorrow and call my neighbors to see if it was picked up.

Wednesday into Thursday remained blustery with flurries here and there. I just started laughing every time I saw flurries.

Thursday rolled around and after getting home from work with my dear neighbor Charlotte immediately calling over from her back deck. "Come over! I have cheesy asparagus soup!" So after I changed, I went over for a bowl of soup. You never pass up Charlotte's home cooking!

Miss Moxie claims the Rutgers sweatshirt.
In exchange, I offered up some duck eggs which had been given to me by my co-worker's aunt. Charlotte was a little suspicious but agreed to take four off my hands. I retreated to my house to get the duck eggs and made my way back to her home. Stepping up her deck stairs, my foot when through the bottom stair and cracked it right through. I felt awful. Charlotte assured me it had rotted from last year and she had been meaning to get it replaced anyway. After repeated apologies from yours truly, she kicked me out laughing.

Oh yes, Charlotte didn't have my cushion. I called over to Rich across the street and he excitedly stated that he had grabbed it out of the swale Monday morning. After cleaning it up, he put it out by the roadside to see if anyone would claim it but no one did. Heck, I didn't even know it was missing until Wednesday. He brought it back into his workshop until I had called over. So thankfully I got my cushion back!

Friday was a fun evening bartending at the Lodge. The usual suspects came up to hang out. I love my Lodge friends and that made it a fun evening. Two "snowbirds" from South Jersey, Becky and Ted, came up again for their weekend visits so that made me happy. I even quite literally scored "the shirt off of Ted's back"! (in this case, a vintage Rutgers sweatshirt) Ted and I both went to Rutgers University in NJ. I admired it and he gave it to me at the end of the night. How lucky am I!?

On Saturday evening, I helped put together a surprise birthday party for my good friend Heather. She's like a little sister to me. And since my big sis Sheryl is in Philly, I need someone to annoy and tease (yes, I still do that at 47). Heather is lucky enough (ha-ha) to be that gal. The party was great fun. A lot of good people came out to celebrate her birthday.

Our other good friend Michele purchased an incredible cake. Just the sight of Michele and I trying to navigate a large fully lit birthday cake through the dark dining room was ridiculously funny. Me backing up into tables left and right and Michele in high heels. I think she navigated much better than me. Although we both need to relearn how to safely light a dozen cake candles. Thankfully we emerged unscathed.

The two left shoes... πŸ˜•
And finally to cap off the week, I threw out a pair of black dress shoes on Saturday because they didn't fit well due to my old man bone spur. These shoes put me in more pain than they were worth! I grabbed them out of my dark bedroom and tossed them into the garbage which was picked up on Monday. I then realized Tuesday evening that I threw out just the right foot of each set of my black shoes! I was left with two LEFT shoes with no RIGHT matches. Guess which now ended up in the garbage. Yep, the left shoes. Guess where I'm going on Saturday whether I want to or not! Yep, shoe shopping. UGH. My life. LOL

Well  at least the weather is finally warmer. It feels like Spring is finally here. Now I just need to get motivated and spend time each night getting some yard work done. Grrrrr. Hope you enjoyed the week in the Life of Marc.  As my friend Jack says, "You can't make this shit up!"






Friday, April 13, 2018

Life is Hard, Deal With It

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This was originally geared for the younger generation but I feel it can apply to people who feel they are owed by society and play the victim. I don't remember where I got this from but found some scribbled down notes in my files. I cautiously don't want to fully attribute it to myself in case I heard it from someone else and did not correctly attribute it to them. I usually scribble down "heard on NPR or Cable or from so and so author." I figured I would still share it and I have expanded on several parts.

I hesitate to say it's only for the younger generation because I have recently met several that I really like and impressed with (my niece Angelica included!) They give me hope for a brighter future and they makes me smile.

So without further adieu, some insights into the harsh reality of life as we know it:

Life is and will be hard for a lot of you. You need to realize that now. Say it out loud. "LIFE IS AND WILL BE HARD." The sooner that sinks in, the sooner you won't be disappointed by every little thing. AND the sooner the sweet things in life which DO happen will be that much sweeter.

You are not owed nor deserve anything.
Stop expecting that things will go your way.
You have to work hard for success and sometimes you still don't get it.
Life is not fair, life is tough.
Cheaters sometimes unfortunately prosper.
Nice guys sometimes finish last.
You will face disappointment.
You will lose people you desperately love whether through breaking up with them or from their deaths.
In real life, you do not all get trophies. Not even a quarter of you.
And sometimes you have to settle. You settle with your career, you settle with your love.
You don't get everything you want in life.
You just DON'T.

But sometimes ... you may be lucky enough where you will meet someone or people that are so wonderful, they will touch your lives forever. And you may be lucky enough to meet someone you will fall in love with who still makes you laugh and smile after 5, 10, even 20 years. And while you may not have all the riches in the world, you are extremely lucky.

If you are not successful at love and career early on, remember, you may find love and a successful career later in life. So don't give up hope!

Most of us do not get what we want but if we work hard and don't take things for granted, you may have a fulfilling life with wonderful memories and experiences.

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If you work hard, you will get a slice of that pie. It is up to you on how big that slice is, or how big you perceive it to be.

Men with far less have often lived much more fulfilling lives than men with far more.

-From me. ;)

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Lastly, here is a very inspirational speech from the 2006 movie Rocky Balboa that Rocky gives his son Robert. YES, its a speech from a movie but still so good. I think you will agree.






Thursday, April 5, 2018

Spring Roadkill Remorse

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In the beginning of Spring, it always seems like the hibernating animals and those that don't (you hear me crazy squirrels) gravitate towards the warm open roadway. One suddenly has raccoons, possum and skunk all trying to do their best impression of the 80s video game Frogger across the busy roads. Maybe the awakening animals are disoriented from hibernation and are most likely hungry while foraging for food. The poor lil' guys get whacked while we drive early in the morning to work or home in the evening.

This past morning I sadly struck a chipmunk darting across the highway probably on his first outing of the season. God damn it! I shouted to myself, upset that the lil' bugger got caught under my wheels. I said a quiet Rest In Peace Chippy and went on my way.

That brought me back to my memory of the very first time I struck an animal while driving. I was coming home from the AMC movie theater in South Jersey where I  worked during from '87 to '91. I was 17 or 18 and it was late in the evening, past midnight. I was driving through a torrential late summer downpour. While passing the pig farms, a familiar landmark in South Jersey, a black cat suddenly ran across the roadway trying to escape the rains. I braked and thank God did not fly off the road while hydroplaning. The poor cat was not so lucky. I was upset and pulled off to the side of the road.

Sitting in my car for what seemed like an hour, I wondered what I should do. I felt so bad hitting this black barn cat, the first animal I had ever struck and killed. I got out in the drenching rains and ended up finding a branch near the car and moved the cat off the road. I didn't want it to end up getting repeatedly run over. I figured he was somebody's cat and they would be upset but at least he wouldn't be further mutilated by passing vehicles.

More recently, I grazed a hawk as I left Lake Wynonah for work one morning. It wasn't so much a hit as more of a "fwump fwump fwump" as he rolled wings and all across my windshield. Mr. Hawk flew right into my car. He seemed OK as he continued all acrobatic-like back into the air flying away.

I have come across my fair share of rabbits during the early Spring, out for some nocturnal feeding. Luckily though, Thumper hasn't ended up under my wheels. I see plenty though that do. I was in line at the local bank one evening waiting for the drive-up ATM with my window rolled down. A rebellious squirrel got spooked by something and rammed full speed into my driver's side door. I jumped screaming "What the!?!?" He was almost propelled by the force of the hit through my open window. I remember seeing the flash of a scraggly grey tail in my peripheral vision. The Camry was luckily unscathed by the mad squirrel.

My sister Sheryl and I were driving through the Oley Valley one night about a decade ago. I was driving a big ass Ford F150 with huge tires. Doing 40 down a dark country road, a possum decided it was the best time to shuffle across the road. I slowed down, not completely braking as it would've been unsafe. We both gasped and held onto our collective breaths. The possum went under the pick-up and emerged unscathed in my rear view mirror, to continue his shuffle across the country road.

A raccoon wasn't so lucky. Same dark country road, same big ass pick-up truck, different time. I braked and Mr. Raccoon got caught up in the wheels being tossed off into the nearby field. You feel so awful when it happens. It just happens though. Unfortunately, your paths collide and usually the animal loses.

NO ONE in their right mind wants to be the cause of  a senseless animal death. But, after years of having it drilled into my head, I will not swerve, I will go forward and quickly pray for the best outcome. You don't want to die because of an unfortunate animal. That possum mentioned above, went on to live another day. The others, not so lucky.

Why even the most hardened of hunters wishes they don't hit a deer while driving. If the hit was a clean whack, some will even load it into the bed of their truck! Waste not, want not up in back country Pennsylvania my friends! Otherwise the PA Game Commission would just pick it up and dump the beast. Think of it as the deer is going on to providing a meal for a lucky family.

(By the way, interesting link on claiming deer carcasses:

I haven't hit a deer, KNOCK ON WOOD. Came pretty close down in Valley Forge, PA on Rt 422. A buck moseyed across the highway in my path. I braked and his rear almost took a glancing blow off of my pick up. He lived and continued nonchalantly across the road. I didn't breath again until the Collegeville exit many miles down the highway.

Living out in the far suburbs and countryside has it's share of problems. You get used to putting on your brights while driving at night, scanning the road for potential critters crossing the road. It's a fact of life out here. I have become pretty good at looking ahead, preparing to brake where I can. Some incidents are inevitable though. It's sad, but be thankful if you can keep the vehicle driving in a controlled manner.

I wouldn't wanna lose anyone to a crossing raccoon. You can say a prayer for the raccoon, be remorseful and move on. I'd hate to see anything happen to a person because they swerved to avoid an animal though. Be smart, drive straight, and drive on through it. Vehicles are replaceable. YOU are not. πŸ˜‰


Saturday, March 31, 2018

Cleaning Out Social Media



Sleepy morning and definitely a questionable pic! LOL 

It is with great irony that the morning I write this blog post, I opened up my Facebook page to see Facebook congratulating me on being a member for 10 years. WOW. I remember I joined mainly to try and facilitate my 20th class reunion back in Fall 2008. Now 10 years later, my 30th reunion is around the corner and I am beginning to promote that reunion as well. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

Social media is definitely a double edged sword. I use Facebook at this point as a tool to promote my blog. I would not have as many readers if I didn't have it. My blog is personal, but I choose and select what I write about. But I find myself being more selective on what I post on my social media sites. I have begun limiting my personal info out there.


And now, we have the latest scandal of Facebook where Facebook allowed the company Cambridge Analytica to illegally obtain the data of 50 million users without their knowledge, I think it's especially and essentially prudent to begin limiting our personal data out in the public domain. With all of the passwords on Earth, we may not be able to avoid data breaches but remember, we ARE able to limit the information which we publicly post and share. We have gotten to a point of saturation where we share just a bit too much and I for one have started pulling back.

A friend stated to me that Facebook is "yourself on how you want the world to see you." Partially true I guess. I don't put up the bad days posts that much anymore. I post my best pics. People only want their best look out there. I get it, I do it too.  I don't complain about politics. I don't like putting up negativity in general. If I am having a bad day, I am more likely to deal with it off social media than broadcast it to the world.

If you go through my history, you will see that I generally post on a couple of subjects: the gym, my blog, my family, my cats or Lodge stuff where I bartend. I now go through my Facebook posts weekly and delete what I don't want "out there."

I post about vacations but usually not until after I get home. One should not post vacation pics until they get home unless you have a good safe network of friends online. It's just not safe to let the public know you are away for an extended period of time.

I was reading an online article on how one goes about downloading all your data/history from Facebook to see what you have accumulated or commented on over the years. I have been on Facebook since 2009 so I can only imagine my history. I am still going through editing and deleting stuff. I finally downloaded mine. 10 years of Facebook history took 25  minutes to download. And remember, I actively go back and delete crap!

Here is the link to do so if you are curious:
https://www.thrillist.com/tech/nation/how-to-download-facebook-profile-history

We now, for the first time in our collective histories, have a computerized record of everything we've ever done. Employers use it to see if we are "hire-able."  Credit agencies use it to see if we are "credit-worthy." The media uses it to see if the politicians running for office have made any unethical lapses of judgment in their lives. You and I use it just for memories' sake yet going through my history, there is stuff that I have posted that I now question my past judgment on.

People should start scheduling time in their lives to go through all of this online history, sort of a weekend to clean it all up. Take stock on what your past activities and what you have posted. Are the photos ethical? Is it something you would want a potential employer to see? Is it of questionable content?

Funny, a little embarrassing
Are there photos you are now embarrassed about which you weren't before? Should you be constantly posting pics of your nights out drinking? I mean it's one thing for a 20something to do it, and almost expected as a right of passage. BUT, if you are in your 40s and still posting beer pongs pics, maybe you need to reevaluate what you consider a good pic?

I have started going through my activity on all my social media sites as well. What did I post? Do I still feel the same way? Would those comments from 10 years ago get me in trouble today? We've all seen examples in the media how someone's comments or likes comes back to haunt them years later.

Who are you following? Maybe you thought it was funny to follow that controversial celebrity years ago but now, say that celebrity has become persona non grata in this world. Do you still want to be associated as following him or her?

One must also be cognizant of how your accounts are linked up. I was doing an audit of my Twitter feed and I did not realize that every song which I liked on my Soundcloud music account was being tracked by Twitter! I don't use Twitter that often but out of 1000 posts, about half are songs I liked on Soundcloud which I liked during my gym workouts.

The REAL annoying part is that you have to delete each post individually! That is standard for any social media website. The only way to get around this is to delete the entire account. Keep that in mind with each mindless post.

I've begun removing people I don't speak with anymore. I know who supports my blog and who does not. And if someone causes me stress every time I see them, then why am I "friends" with them on my social media? I see a lot of you do yearly purges of people on your social media accounts and I think this is a good thing. It can also be very cathartic.

However, one must remember that if you are friends with a person on Facebook and you delete them, you still may be friends with them on other forms of social media. I ended up removing someone on Facebook but then remembered I had to remove them from four other social media accounts. SMH. It definitely gets to be a bit ridiculous. Maybe my law enforcement friends have it right after all when they say they don't do social media?

I think it's a good rule of thumb that if you have doubts on posting something, don't do it or wait until the next day to see if you still want to post it. Don't do social media drunk. You will always regret it. Don't do social media while you are emotional. Once it's out there and someone takes a screen-shot of it, consider it permanently saved into the annals of history. Questionable photos are a no-no. Or post a photo and adjust the privacy setting to friends only! Don't feel you have to share everything with the world. The world is not your therapist ... just me, your bartender. πŸ˜‰

Monday, March 26, 2018

Catch and Release

"Jerry Mouse and Tom Cat (not my pic)"

Every other winter, I get the occasional house mouse moving in. Believe me it isn't Jerry or Mickey Mouse (were they cousins?). My excellent mousers, Max and his twin sister Moxie, usually take care of the problem. I STILL haven't located where the mice get in. Usually it's a brown small field mouse with big brown eyes. Cute, if it weren't a mouse. Nah, still cute. But still a mouse! LOL

I'm not as tough as some of you guys though. I catch and release. I think I remember my dear ole' Philly friend KitKat electrocuted at 43 of them since January 2015. That's Philly apartment living for ya!  And then she so eloquently posted pics of various Mouse Memes of mice stuffed and dressed in various poses. (Other people stuffed them.)  LOL It was actually quite cute if not a bit morbid. Man, she's a tough gal though folks!

I had heard my current house mouse making his way through the walls end of February. The cats would follow him as he made his way across the family room ceiling. OK, more like just stare at the ceiling and let Marc and John freak out about the mouse.

I set the 'catch and release' mouse trap a month ago in the laundry room with a dollop of peanut butter as bait. The mouse goes in for the peanut butter, can't get out. The thing is, I forgot about the trap because we didn't hear the mouse for several weeks. I figured he'd moved out.

Little did I know that the mouse was happily gorging himself on the peanut butter. I was doing some spring cleaning in the laundry room when I remembered the trap. I checked it and found the "roof" of the mouse trap had been ripped off. There was a pile of plastic shreddings all about the trap. The mouse got trapped and LITERALLY clawed his way out of the trap. AND he ate all of the peanut butter!

OMG! What a little fucker!

Luckily the trap was still usable. He just clawed and pried the top off. Well that was not gonna stop me! I got the trap, put in a fresh dollop of peanut butter at about 3PM and put the trap back in it's place. I went about my business doing my Sunday-Funday chores.

About 10PM in the evening I went into the laundry room and there was Mouser 1 and Mouser 2 (Max and Moxie respectively) sitting in the dark watching the mouse trap. I exclaimed to myself NO WAY! That mouse had must be a peanut butter lover because I caught him within 7 hours!

I got my cell phone on flash light and shone it through the plastic mouse trap and sure enough, there was a very fat peanut butter laden mouse chillin' like a villain in the trap, drunk on peanut butter! I usually release my mice in the yard of the neighbor I dislike the most. Just kidding! But I remembered someone telling me I had to release them at least a mile from my home or else they'd be like Jerry Mouse and take a hike back home.

So I drove up to the Lake Wynonah Lodge where I bartend, about a mile away, and decided to release him in the surrounding woods. I passed one of our security guys in the LW security SUV and I thought to myself, Just great, I'm gonna have to explain why I'm releasing a mouse up here at 10:30PM!

I tried to get a pic of my mouse but was unable to. As soon as I opened the trap, he sprung like a Jack-In-The-Box! He shot like a dart off into the woods just 6 feet away. Well I hope he lives a ful-filled mouse's life! He was pretty fat on peanut butter too. After that, I looked back and saw that the LW security SUV had moved up wondering what the hell I was doing.

UGH. I figure I had better drive by and talk to them. I pulled up next to security and found my buddy Thaddeus, in the driver's seat. Thank God! This twenty year old kiddo knows I'm a little crazy but knows I'm not up there for any problems. LOL. After explaining, Thad thought it was pretty funny and I was soon off on my way. Knowing I had saved a mouse *** YES a mouse, but still one of God's creatures in my opinion *** it was worth it. Worth the 3 minute drive to release him into the woods. Is that so much? I think not.

BUT ... I'm in trouble if he saunters up to the Lake Wynonah Lodge Bar while I'm on duty asking for a double Jameson's Irish Whiskey on the rocks. I may give him a free one, but with a straw and a dollop of peanut butter.




Sunday, March 18, 2018

Lake Wynonah Spring Ramble ... OR BRAMBLE?

"Daffodils Coming Up"


I went out today to do a little bit of yard work. My buddy Eric had told me a couple weeks ago that he was already collecting branches and sticks cleaning up his yard and I felt a little guilty. So far the Nor'Easters have been preventing me from doing that. Although I really could have but I'm just really using that as an excuse. Ha-ha. I'm kinda NOT gonna do major yard work until it hits the 50s. Today was an anomaly. Guilt ridden too. The yard is a mess. LOL

I was collecting sticks in the yard while make sure that the fake owl hanging from the corner of the house is still there to ward off the woodpeckers. He still is. Went down into the lower backyard and collected all of the planters and pots that had blown into our yard from Charlotte's over the winter. I collected them and put them neatly stacked next to her shed and realized I was putting them next to the entrance to her groundhog hole under the shed. Made me chuckle. That groundhog is the bane of our existence. Our neighbor down the hill, Ronnie, usually takes care of them for us. I call it "relocating." But there is one furry guy who seems to be evading him. :)

I thought then about the big old hornet's nest in the back in the woods behind our house in Lake Wynonah, about 30 yards back. I see it from my back bedroom window. Hornets abandon their nest in the winter and the queen burrows in the ground or a log. All the workers die. Pretty tough cycle if ya ask me.

So I went back looking for it and I couldn't find it. I was disappointed because I swear I could see it for my back window just the other day. John said maybe one of the past Nor'Easters had blown it off back further into the woods. Possibly.  Oh well. Is what it is.

The land owners in the back cut down the trees over 30 acres behind the house for money, just the expensive hardwood older ones. Pretty sad, just for money. It was one of the last virgin stands in our area, beside those of course on the big old Blue Mountain. There's black bears in dem hills. LOL

"Spring Onions" 
Back to the woods behind the house. It was pretty sad because it's all scrub now except for trees here and there. They took down 4 trees for every 6 I think. But it's interesting to see because the scrub has grown now at least 6 ft tall. Most of it is taller than me. I was a little shocked at that. Ronnie down the hill said that the deer are more attracted to that because it provides really good cover for them rather than woods. I can see why now.

We've had more deer than ever. The deer appear regularly and move from Ronnie and his wife Leah's yard up the hill through Charlotte's yard to ours. Ronnie is a smart older Skook County native. Great guy, you end up wishing forever for neighbors like him and his wife Leah. Really decent good peeps. And Charlotte too. We are really lucky. Ronnie gives great bear hugs too but sometimes my back hurts the next day. LMAO.

I spent about 15 minutes moving through the back woods and scrub looking for that damn hornets nest. I was a little preoccupied as I gathered some great field stones for the flower beds. Picked up 5 good sized ones. I didn't realize but a lot of the scrub are brambles. Prickly bitches. It was fine tugging on my shirt and jeans but they tended to rip my hands and wrists apart as I made my way toward from the back of the house looking for that stupid abandoned hornets nest.

I suddenly heard something over head and looked up above me expecting to see a turkey vulture or one of our local hawks or bald eagles but instead was blessed to see a beautiful graceful grey heron flapping through the air about a 50 feet above me. Still low enough though where I could hear her flap her wings.  I think she must've been coming off of Fawn Lake. What a sight. I gazed at her until I lost her in the distance, head steady, wings flapping at a constant.

"Damn Snow" 
The daffodils are finally starting to come up. No blooms yet like in South Jersey, Philly or Delaware. We're still too cold up here. I do see all of the Spring onions sprouting up though. Along with the daffodils they seem to be always the first to come up. Don't forget the hardy crocuses too. LOL. Love their purple and yellow colors early in the Spring.

There's also the pussy willow tree I see budding from my kitchen window. Like cat's toes, they grow forth excitedly, without worry from the last remnants of Winter's cold touch. Reassuring me that Spring will be here in just a few more drawn out muddy weeks.

It seems that Spring is coming around finally after several punishing Nor'Easters. Luckily we won't be getting the 4th in a row up here this week. We thought we would but it just looks like a rain event mid week for us. Great, muddy muddy yard though. What are those muddy boots people buy? Duck boots? I'll just wear my hiking shoes, thank you very much. LOL

Although, I STILL have snow in the yard. That's the funny thing living just 50 miles north of Philly. We still have this damn snow. Sometimes it feels we are in a different weather zone. My Lake Wynonah neighbors and friends can definitely concur. No big deal though. It is what it is.

Of course our favorite state ground hog, Punxsutawney Phil deemed it so. He was correct this year. I am surprised my good friend Ronnie hasn't taken care of him yet. LOL

Thanks for always reading. It means a lot to this small fish in a big sea.



Saturday, March 17, 2018

CONFIDENCE

What does it take to feel secure and confident? I am utmost but still have my moments. It's being human. I accept it. Don't fret for we all go thru those moments too. (((HUGS))) Tomorrow, you will awake confident again. ;)