May I Have A Wurd Please

I have never been a huge TV watcher, but my husband certainly was. We usually didn't align on channel selection. The only time we made an exception was for anything music-related. It could be a concert, music documentary, or interview. With those, we could always find some common ground. We used to love to watch AXIS TV. We could always find something interesting to watch on there. That station is where I was first introduced to "Live from Daryl's House."

If I ever took a deep dive into my heritage, I'm sure it would turn out that I was a mixed bag of a lot of different nationalities. I've always known that I was Italian on my mother's side and Irish on my dad's. Growing up, I never had any interaction with my father or his family. My mom and dad were divorced while she was pregnant with me. I have one biological brother from their union, and we are 11 months apart. This phenomenon is affectionately referred to as being "Irish Twins." Growing up, the dynamic of discussing my father was so surreal. We NEVER talked about him. He was like this mythical figure. The implication was almost one of fear, as if he were this big bad wolf threatening to huff and puff and blow our world apart at any given moment.  We had NO pictures of him. That is, until I found a photo from their wedding day. My parents had a really fancy wedding, too. It was a rainbow wedding, where all the bridesmaids wore different-colored gowns.  In the picture below, you can see my parents in the upper-right corner. That was the extent of my knowledge about my father.

Being in the dating arena, and arena is a GREAT word for it because isn't that where the ancient Romans used to throw people to the lions? Or was that a Coliseum? Dating Coliseum doesn't really make sense, so arena it is. As I was saying, having to date in your 50s is like being marched into an arena where there is nothing but hungry lions, and you, my friends, are the prey. Is it simply because we are old and have more negative experiences? I've been on dates with people who give Samsonite a run for its money in the baggage department. I have had long conversations with folks who have more issues than Sports Illustrated- truth! We're not talking the sexy swimsuit edition type of issues either. It's more like an entire issue devoted to jock itch and athletes foot 🦶 😬. I know that I do not approach dating the same way that someone who is divorced, per se, does. I'm single because my husband died. It's a different dynamic than dating, because a long-term relationship has ended.

I had,  what I guess you would call, an unconventional upbringing. For 1969, that is. My mother and father were divorced while my mother was pregnant with me. I never met my father, at least in life. The first time I ever had contact with him was at his funeral. But that's for another post. My grandparents owned two homes on the same piece of land. They lived in the front house where my grandfather operated his barbershop. My mother, brother, and I lived in the back house.

So if I were ever stranded on a desert island and I could only listen to three bands until I was rescued, I'd be in quite a conundrum. Who would I pick? I have so many bands that I consider my "favorite". I can say with 98.5% certainty that only one would be a definite choice and that is Pink Floyd.The other two would require some deep thought and consideration 🤔

I am currently enrolled in the school of life. I've been showing up every day, rain or shine, and  I hope to one day graduate - fingers crossed. I am pretty sure I will not be valedictorian, though. Don't fret, it's OK, at least I've never had to wear a dunce cap, but even if I did, you know darn well, I will just rock it with a pair of boots and a mini skirt cause that's just who I am.

How do you define happiness? How do we obtain happiness? Once we have achieved happiness, how do we hold on to it? Those are all really good questions, and I think the best way to address them is to talk about things I absolutely know will NOT bring you happiness.

So today I wanna talk a little bit about probably one of the greatest musical conundrums of our time. And that conundrum was whether Van Halen was better with David Lee Roth or Sammy Hagar.

Happy Sunday, everyone.  I have so many great subjects coming up very soon, but since my last few posts have been kind of on the "heavy" side, I wanted to focus on something a little "lighter" in this one. That "something" is a local business right in our own backyard.

Is everyone familiar with the theory that life is a journey? I find that to be a truthful analogy. The funny thing is, even though all of our journeys will eventually end with us leaving this earth, each of us must take our own route to get there.

I am one of the most sentimental people you will ever meet. I can watch the same movie over and over and cry at the exact same scenes. I will also laugh like a hyena at my favorite comedies, then watch them all over again and laugh just as hard. I have a fantastic memory. I can remember every  insignificant piece of information I've ever heard.Yes, you heard that right. I am a wealth of useless knowledge.