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That's the words that were ringing tonight at what I was expecting to be a reprieve from all the madness I keep experiencing.  You see, I'm a square dancer.  I'm a court reporter.  I'm a caretaker.  I'm a musician. I'm a really big dreamer.  Lately, I feel like a loser.   So no matter how well-meaning everyone was, going to our club dinner and having everyone ask, "Where do you work at now?", well, it just sucked. Tomorrow is my 48th birthday and I'm still here with my grandmother helping her out.  Or is she helping me out.  I tell you, when I first arrived here from El Paso, I was not me.  It was such a horrible time in my life. My whole world had crumbled and here I was in a situation I'd never dream of, of having to take care of my 91-year-old grandmother who, as it turned out, was not the grandmother I had always thought she was.  I guess that can go both ways.  Maybe I ended up changing to her and she could say the same thing...

Sometimes I wonder about myself.  I don't know what it is, but during my daily routine when things happen, they're very entertaining. I went to San Diego on Thursday.  Yuppers, flew from Lawton again.   Yes, Lawton's flights get cancelled all the time.  It's not the outgoing flight that's the problem, but the return flight.  Which, yeah.  It did.  It got cancelled on the way back from this trip, also.   However, this time they gave me a hotel.  Usually, I end up spending the night in the airport.  Three times I've done that.  Not cool. Not cool at all.  You'd think I would have learned by now, nope.  Plus, the airport is sooo convenient distancewise so I keep going back for more.  So, yes, I did it again. I flew from Lawton. I'm on the 10:10 morning flight. Boarding time is 9:40.  We're good.  No worries. I got this.  I did have a busy night getting ready with all the normal stuff, plus throwing in ...

This is a leap year.   Big things can happen in leap years.  Odd things.  Rare things.  Sometimes they're great. Sometimes not. Presidential elections happen in leap years.  That could be a blessing or a curse.  Depends on what side of the fence you're on.  Or wall, even. It's also an Irish tradition that women propose to their man on Leap Day.  I read about that on the internet. Apparently, St. Brigid was given the Luck O' the Irish from Ole St. Patrick to "ALLOW" women to propose one day a year every four years.  Thanks for the permission.  I think I'll pass. That's the news I read today on the internet.  That and the Oscars hullabaloo.  Not much.  Well, wait.  I did just get a message that 5 Hour Energy received a judgment against 6 Hour Power for up to 22 million.  Now that's some news.  Especially, knowing that back in the day I took the depositions of the top Founder and CEO of  5 Hour Ener...

It's another year.  I hope this year brings the things I have always hoped for.  Don't we all? It's somewhat bittersweet for me this week.  I'm celebrating a birthday on Wednesday.  It should be my 47th.  Not a major number.  No biggie.   But I'm skipping my birthday this year.  I hope no one remembers it.  Although, I've just ruined that because I'm blogging about it.  To some it may seem silly, but to me it's not.  My aunt already sent me a card.  She put "47" on it.  I cringed. A year and a half ago my older brother turned 47.  It was a Tuesday.   I remember we were in a very busy trial at that time and I texted him that morning.  "Happy Birthday, Bro!  I love you."  "Thank you," he texted. Those were the last words I'd ever see or hear from him.  At least I told him I loved him.  He died four days later on a Saturday.  I had lost my dream job that month.  My brother ...

I'm telling ya, I'm pretty disappointed.  But what do ya do?   My granny and I go to the Salvation Army looking around on Saturday.  Actually, we go almost every Saturday.   It's her favorite thing to do on her "Day".  Right there when you first walk in, there's this little chair sitting there.  A little one, all taped up with what looks like packing tape on the seat and other places.  But overall, it's a pretty sturdy little thing and so, so cute.  So original.  It's marked $9.99.  As if they're fooling me with that.  It's 10 bucks.  Yup.  Can't fool me. "How much will you take for that chair?"   "$2.00." "Really!  I'll take it."   "Okay." I leave it there and continue shopping.  BIG MISTAKE!!   Who knew!   I'm shopping.  I'm on the phone telling my brother about this chair and all the wonderful things I'm going to do with it.  I even named...

I love the message of this Gucci video.  It's got a smooth groove to it.  I like it.  So I share it with you.

I lost another ring.  Was it an old junky, everyday ring?  Noooo.  I have to lose the big ones.  You know, the ones that really matter.  It was a little silver ring with turquoise encircled in a sunflower shape.  When I was a little girl, my daddy gave me that ring.  He's not here anymore.  Neither is my ring.  (Hanging my head in shame here) It's right there at Goodwill in Lawton, Oklahoma.  I felt the hangars catching on it, but never dreamed they were going to actually take it.  Where's the good will in that?   I called them to report it,  but had to laugh when I did.  Who loses a ring at Goodwilll?  That's like throwing a bottle of water in the ocean and trying to call it back.  You're not getting it back.  Hello!  It's Goodwill.  This isn't the first time.  No.  I think it's a thing with me....