I’m a Official Smarty

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Since moving to Washington 4 years ago we have made some fantastic friends. My girlfriend from high school that I had not seen since the 11th grade has lived here with her wife for years, so of course we have picked up right where we left off. It is not very often you come across two people who are caring and would truly do anything for you.

Now let’s talk about our camping crew. My husband gets to be friends with a guy from work and of course his partner is the best. For the last 3 years we have an annual grass cart camping trip that truly is good for my soul. There are not phones, you get filthy, sleep in tents and cook all your meals on the grill. Doesn’t get any better, I feel like I can exhale when I am camping with these 2 great men.

Last night we had a small get together at our old, new house and we played games on the patio and everyone got to pick a different pandora song each time it was their turn. Needless to say we had way too much fun and I wonder why we don’t get together more often with the people we care about.

Surprise you’re not who you think you are

My mom and I decided it would be fun to sign up to have our DNA tested through one of the advertised companies that do ancestry research. It was pretty easy, you get a box in the mail, spit in a vile and in 6 weeks received a report back of your ethnicity.

I have been told my entire life that we are German on my mom’s side and Native American on my dad’s side. This made sense as my skin color is kind of yellow and I have always turned super brown in the summer after being in the sun. Well guess what, it was a lie I tell you. Shown below are my results, huh, what? Where in the world did those last three come from? And not a mention of ANY Native American heritage.

Now the questions begin, what if my mom’s comes back completely different, ha. This has been interesting and I now think I need to develop an accent.


Great Fashion at any Age









Here is my big glasses in celebration of Iris


Photo credit goes to hips.hearstapps.com

Lots of hair


my funny life



College graduate

Ok so super excited my baby is a college graduate but now that means he’s moving home until he decides his next steps, and this is how many damn clothes he brought home and all of them need to be washed. Good lord help me. You can’t tell me that a normal boy has this many clothes, im thinking the goodwill is about to get a big donation


This is whats left of my sons vehicle after a crash 2 days ago. My heart stopped when he called, so thankful he is alive and no one was seriously hurt. Whiplash we can deal with, a car can be replaced and insurance is there for a reason. I always say everything happens for a reason but sometimes its hard to see it since you can’t work without a vehicle, better things to come n grateful for life. 

The Simple Things



I admit I am a very simple person; I don’t need much to make me happy so when the fall arrives

I look forward to:

1.       Peppermint mocha coffee creamer

2.       The leaves in all their glorious colors

3.       Pumpkin eggnog, oh man so great

4.       Turtle neck sweaters

5.       Boots

6.       The fireplace on a cold night

7.       A super-hot bath

8.       Hocus Pocus (the best Halloween movie ever)

9.       A new winter coat (already got it, purple Columbia parka)

10.   The smells of fall (cinnamon, spice)

11.   Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes

12.   The electric blanket on the bed

13.   Christmas music

14.   Car seat warmers


It’s a dogs life

How naïve I am, I was certain once my son’s had left the nest that my life would consist of the man (who I call Daddy (don’t judge) and I being able to just pack up on a whim and go, ugh WRONG. And yes I am referred to as Momma to my kids, dogs, and the man.

My little rescue dogs, Daisy and Peanut have put a kibosh on that idea. Daisy is a 12 year old dachshund/terrier with a whole lot of energy and no clue that she needs to not rip and run like she’s a puppy or her arthritis will flare up.

Peanut is a Pug/Chihuahua who is afraid of her own shadow (someone was mean to her) with a heart murmur and rotten teeth, can you imagine. She is the sweetest little girl but not very bright.

So this week Daisy has been running up and down the stairs like a racing dog and of course began limping on her right leg, so off to the vet for some anti-inflammatory meds and glucosamine, good lord. The huge glucosamine tabs I crush up and mix in with half an egg for her (so spoiled) twice a day. We were going to have peanuts teeth pulled but no Bueno because they can’t put her under due to her heart murmur so stinky breath will remain and I guess they will eventually fall out, yuck

We also travel to our youngest son’s college football games every weekend and thank god my oldest lives close or we would have doggy travel companions on every road trip. They love their boy sitter because he lets them sleep with him which is not allowed when we are home.

I have decided that I want a dog’s life. Let me eat, sleep, and have someone clean up my mess. If I don’t like you I can bark at you or pee on your leg and it is all good. Guess who’s who