Friday, January 19, 2018


A year ago, today I had a date with a man
I met on
I had done my back ground check, we had spoken on 
the phone a few times, I picked a local place to meet,
I was excited as I had been for all my Match dates.
I met lots of nice people on Match all good men
and most stayed friends, but no sparks.
So that night, it was a Thursday, I chose Fat Daddy's 
in the front of my street knowing that if things went
well we could continue our date at Lil Daddy's,
where there was a one man band.
If things didn't go well I had my "911 text person"
lined up to get out of the date if I needed.
Yep, always set up someone to rescue me with a 
phone call if I sent a 911 text.
He got out the car with flowers, a tall,
nice looking man, I thought
"there is a lot to like here"
I had broken one of my dating rules,
Something about this guy had me believing 
I should let that one go because even if we just 
became friends, I wanted him to be my friend.
I talked a lot, he nodded his head a lot,
we laugh about that now because he admitted
he didn't hear most of what I said so he just nodded his
head, "Yes"
For whatever reason, I broke another one of my rules
that I had held true,
I invited him to visit my cottage.
Something in him made me want to share my 
beautiful cottage with him.
He was shocked i offered the visit,  but not
more than I was.
We talked more and when he left that night, 
I knew there was more to this one than all the others.
Since that day, one year ago, he has been my
constant Boo. We have learned so much of the other
over this year and I remain so happy that he 
is my boo.
I am interested in where this little story shall take us
but for today,
"Thank you, Boo, for one of the best years I have had
in a long, long time!"

I didn't think a love like this was possible.
I had heard of it but just didn't believe it could be true.
You have showed me another way to love.
Who would have thought I could find a man who
likes junking as much if not more than me,
who had a metal detector and once he found out I 
always wanted one, made sure I got one.
I look forward to the weekends that we share
whether it be at the cottage or your home,
whether we stay in and just hang out or
go junking or detecting, it is always a fun time.
I hope I bring you the calm you sometime need
and thank you for putting up with my eclectic ways,
listening to all my wild ideas,
telling me, "you nailed it" 
every time I sing anything, which is just about always....
I don't know what tomorrow will bring but 
I hope this year is one of many we shall share.
Happy One Year!

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

2018, DAY TWO...

I've many new years resolutions for 2018,
always do, keep about two throughout the year
but this year, going to make it my year of gratefulness.
Choose a word to be YOUR WORD for the year.
Many years from now, perhaps when I am gone,
my grand girls, their babies may search and find this blog
and remember what Mumsie wanted for all but mostly for
them to remember, so here goes:
Today, day two of 2018

"Humble And Kind"
(written by Lori McKenna)

You know there's a light that glows by the front door
Don't forget the key's under the mat
When childhood stars shine,
Always stay humble and kind

Go to church 'cause your mamma says to
Visit grandpa every chance that you can
It won't be wasted time
Always stay humble and kind

Hold the door, say "please", say "thank you"
Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie
I know you got mountains to climb
But always stay humble and kind
When the dreams you're dreamin' come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride
But always stay humble and kind

Don't expect a free ride from no one
Don't hold a grudge or a chip and here's why:
Bitterness keeps you from flyin'
Always stay humble and kind

Know the difference between sleeping with someone
And sleeping with someone you love
"I love you" ain't no pick-up line
So always stay humble and kind

Hold the door, say "please", say "thank you"
Don't steal, don't cheat, and don't lie
I know you got mountains to climb
But always stay humble and kind
When those dreams you're dreamin' come to you
When the work you put in is realized
Let yourself feel the pride
But always stay humble and kind

When it's hot, eat a root beer popsicle
Shut off the AC and roll the windows down
Let that summer sun shine
Always stay humble and kind

Don't take for granted the love this life gives you
When you get where you're going don't forget turn back around
And help the next one in line
Always stay humble and kind

If you have not heard this song yet, listen to it,
watch the video on YouTube, it will touch a place
in even the coldest of hearts.
It says all I wish my grand girls and all the other young ones
in my life to remember.

...And this above is my personal 2018 Mantra...
Today, I am grateful for my fireplace, new favorite blankie,
given to me by Ms. Barbara, Boo's mom,
internet so I can share this with you all
and a warm cup of coffee..
Yes, I could be upset as my pipes froze,
but I am not even a little upset about it.
This is the year of happiness, each day better than
the last.
Much love to all of you, pick you 2018 word
and build on it daily!

Thursday, December 28, 2017


The two older grand girls came sleep last night.
Baby J was at school, still rather sleep home than anywhere else.
The two big J's came early and just left a few hours ago to
go Bass Pro with their Dad.
As I straighten up from their visit I am remembering
a story Bean told me yesterday.
Each year I buy them a Christmas book to be read
on Christmas Eve. i brought it to their home a few
days before so they would have it for Christmas Eve.
Yesterday I think Jbean wanted to talk about the book
but no, she wanted to talk about the glittery butterfly
that held the gift tag.
"Mumsie, you know that green glitter butterfly that
was on the book?"
I had not remembered but I did when she brought 
it up. 
"My Mommy wanted to throw it away because my
Daddy doesn't like glitter so much, but
I wanted it because it reminds me of you"
I asked what she did,
"I took it and put it in my room
and every day when I miss you, I take it out,
and you know, when I smell it, It smells like
Mumsie and the cottage"
So, no, it's not the expensive toys, the books,
but simply the glittery butterfly that added the 
best story to my blog,
what a way to end the year.
Happy New Year to All!

Friday, December 8, 2017


There are many days, many that I miss
getting up, dressing in my nursing scrubs and
joining my fellow medical pals for a day of
hard earned work. To come home at the end of the day,
bone tired, back aching but knowing you did a good thing,
you helped a lot of people by getting out there and working,
you helped lots of children in your 8 hours of work.
You would think, being an early retiree, I wouldn't miss it,
but I do.
Then there are these days, days like today,
when you get the first call at 330am from the gypsy baby
saying its snowing. My first thought is,
"Something happened" 
NO, just that it's snowing. I am thinking three flakes 
and tell her I'm too warm to get up and then go back to sleep.
Two hours later the boo is calling....
Now if the Boo is calling at 530am, something is worth waking for.
I go into my front window and OMG
I excitedly bundle up, trying to find
snow gear in south Lousiana is a "needle in a haystack"
adventure... But I get it done
(thanks Randy for having me buy wet boots)
and I am like a kid in a toy store!!!!
My neighbors begin to awaken, iPhones in hand,
all doing what I am, capturing the moment.
I call Kd for the girls to awake as I know they have never
seen snow like this before.
Now I am in my living room, shades pulled back with
the view of snow coming down hard once again,
coffee in hand, fireplace lit.
No Tv needed, the entertainment is outside my front window.
Then I think of all my dear ones, 
the Bestie going to work at the bank,
the other at Ochsner with her hubby for md appt.
The Boo who has to sometimes work outside in 
blustery weather such as this,
And I am thankful this morning.
Thankful that I am able to stay warm and bundled here 
on my sofa watching the snow come down hard now,
 Oliver asleep beside me.
Because of early retirement I am able to savor this 
very beautiful snow day in my warmed PJ's 
with no where more important to be but right here, right now.
I will remember this day for a long time coming...

Thursday, December 7, 2017



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Friday, December 1, 2017


If you know anything about me, you know 
my mind is always full of thoughts and questions,
R calls it squirrels as sometimes they throw me completely off
the task at hand, yet it is who I am. 
So this blog will be full of "squirrels"
Yesterday before picking up Jemma-Jemma at daycare
to go get her Daddy at airport I took a little time to read
in my FLOW magazine. (highly recommended)
It is a magazine full of deep thoughts and paper lover dreams.
The particular article I was reading was speaking of how
we are just too busy in this world. We just don't take the time
to just be, to do nothing but maybe read a book, journal without
the guilt of not be doing something 24/7.
Then this Morning the bestie, Laurie says that our daily
devotional that us three bestie all have, thanks to Laurie
is a good one. Ironically it is based lots on the one I read yesterday.
Yes, it is a good reading. I decide today, it will be the way
I begin each day from now on, reading the same devotional
the besties are reading. 
I think of how when we are young, we just can't wait to grow
up, grow out of our parents home,
But never is life more content, more peaceful than when
you are a child and you have no worries.
No bills to pay, no worries as to where the food will come from,
you just know the table will have it there.
No worries about how the lights work, how the home stays warm.
I remember one specific day, and I am not sure why this
one always comes to memory. 
I am about 14 and at my sister Rosie's home.
I am laying down in the grass by my brother in laws boat.
I am watching a lady bug do it lady bug thing.
I am at peace, have no hurry to move,
I watch the clouds, I think of where my life may be going,
I don't know how long I stayed there but I often think
that I wish I could appreciate those days again.
It will be my 2018 resolution, to spend a little more time
just being. Not rushing to get "it all done in record time"
I am fortunate. I am retired, have a comfortable cottage I call my own.
Money, although not rich, I have what I need.
I want to look at my crafting hours as not time playing but
time of importance. I want to have the peace of a child,
where the worries of life are just not something I even 
know I need to worry about.
I am sure I will falter but it will be my goal for 2018,
to just be.
Thanks Bestie, for the reminder of
"a good reading this morning"

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Bravery comes in many forms....

I've this dear friend, Alli Cook.
We always knew each other having been raised in 
the same town of Golden Meadow, all 7 miles of it.
She was a year behind me in school so we didn't know 
each other well. We became good friends when she started
dating one of Ronnie's friends who was our neighbor back in 1984.
We were all so young and spent lots of time together.
Then she got pregnant and asked me to be Godmother.
I take being a God Parent serious, not one who just
gives gifts on holidays. When I accept this, I will be
part of that child's life forever, I will be willing
to pick up the pieces of their parents if, God forbid, died.
So I said yes to her after much thought. 
She miscarried that first sweet baby and
we were both so sad. She was born to be a Mother.
Then just less than a year later she was pregnant again 
and I became the Nannie to her son, Ricky.
Her marriage and my marriage have both ended, 
our friendship has not.
I blog of her today because today, she will undergo 
ANOTHER surgery on her elbow, hopefully last
of many. She is one of the bravest women I know as
she puts forth 100 percent after every surgery
to try and get full or the best function of that elbow
as possible. She battles anesthesia, pain, physical therapy,
machines to stretch atrophied muscles, gives all and more
and yet, it still will not give her the elbow she was born with.
Each surgery she was optimistic that this would be her last.
She tells me last nigh on the phone, this one
truly is her last, she just can't do it again.
As we hang up, I telling her how proud I am of her,
how much I love her and her bravery.
I don't know many people who could undergo so much 
pain and recovery not once, not twice, but ELEVEN TIMES!
So today, I ask all to remember this brave woman in thoughts 
and prayer if that is your thing.
I know she will handle this one in true Alli fashion, believing
God is in control. If you ever wonder what bravery looks like,
I am posting a picture of the one dear friend I know who
is the "BOSS" of it!
That man beside her? her love, her rock her Husband.
He is part of what makes her so brave and strong.
Thanks Bryan for always taking care of my friend
in a manner she deserves.
Last one Alli, I love you!


A year ago, today I had a date with a man I met on I had done my back ground check, we had spoken on  the phone a few time...