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Breaking a Tradition

Ok – so I’m digging through my files and because I always, always file things under the incorrect title, it’s usually an hour long ordeal to find something. But, I found it ~ my first set of points. YAY!! In 2008-2009, I jotted them down and made lil notes by them. See if you can relate.

Here goes…


  1. I broke a tradition…

My first point was accomplished without me even realizing it and I thought I should share it:

I had chocolate dipped strawberries instead of birthday cake.

Big whoop, right? 

I can explain…I did not stay in town to celebrate with my family ~ something I’ve always done.  I spent the weekend away from home and with my friends. It’s just always been tradition to go out to dinner and go back to my mothers to eat vanilla cake with fudge icing. It’s yum! It’s fun.

But it is not life changing.

Since I didn’t have my children that weekend, I was dreading being alone. I was also dreading telling my mother that I wouldn’t be there to celebrate my birthday, she doesn’t like for traditions to be challenged…but something inside of me kept telling me to go, to take that first step towards doing something different. And so, really, packing up and heading off to a spa weekend was my first point!

Stepping out of the box and doing something different aint always purty;almost like you think you will make somebody mad by changing it up and going out on a limb.  And you just might make them angry, but sometimes you have ask yourself…who am I living for, anyway?

 Now I know what you’re thinking…

“This freak gave herself a point because she took off for the weekend to celebrate her birthday with her friends? She actually thought this one was a big deal? Get a life, looser!”

But let me remind you,  that is my life ~ not wanting to rock the boat; never daring to do anything different. If you still think I’m a quack, I can only remind you that some points are easily accomplished; yet some are monumental for others. My points may seem like beans to you; like “what a nerd bomb! She’s a blond, anybody can do those things.” So I say to you:

Can you throw a dinner party for 8 together in a day? One with fresh homemade lasagna from scratch; hand stuffed pasta shells blended with five different cheeses? Not to mention freshly clipped basil, oregano, and thyme all taken from your vegetable garden that very morning~ stirred in deliciously with chopped tomatoes, sausages and five different saute veggies?? Salad with sliced tomatoes, shaved parmesan cheese, white fluffy chunks of feta? And the bread, let’s not  forget the french bread with herb butter?  On my table you will find crystal glasses, my silver ware is polished and the dinner table set ~ all with not one bead of sweat rolling down my brow. It’s my thing; it’s what I’m used to. It comes natural to me.

It does not, however, come natural to me to shoot out-of-town on my birthday; telling myself it’s ok to celebrate in a different way?

Leaving town and breaking a tradition? Now, that puts a bead of sweat on my brow. 

My point (no pun intended) here is: we all have things we want to accomplish and are afraid of/uncomfortable with/overwhelmed by and by breaking old traditions, you may be having to skip the vanilla cake with the homemade fudge icing and find yourself dining on chocolate covered strawberries instead…


“If you always do what you’ve always done, you’ll get what you’ve always gotten”

~Anthony Robbins 


Running the Neighbors Off

It’s taken me a year and a half; but I’ve finally run my neighbors off!!!!
Yep, starting off at $345,000 for their home, those embolsolts settled for somewhere in the family of ….??? I dunno. I feel quite sure they lost their …..assets. Oh yeah, they took a bath on that one.
Dern I’m good.
WHY did they hate me so much; they felt they needed to pack up their voo doo dolls and move all the way to Florida?
Good question.
If it wasn’t the Metallica that I blared at max volume all hours of the night, nor was it the sixteen perpetual house guests that sometimes parked in their yard after late nights; then maybe it was my God given right to chose to sun bathe in the nude on Sunday afternoons while sipping margaritas and singing (I’m an alto) Jimmy Buffet?
Am I just a first class trouble maker?
Could be…
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea leaving my old 1958 Chevy pick up in the back yard. I considered removing it, but changed my mind when I realized it had become my very own wild life refuge. Maybe I just didn’t have the heart to make all those animals become homeless. It seemed cruel. And those beer cans? Well, they were merely yard décor. The hanging clothes line? Who doesn’t relish in the fresh scent of morning air? I really was planning on picking up the garbage that the dogs got into, seriously, I’ve been really busy.
She (evil neighbor) told me the real reason that had to ‘get away.’
“The kids, I can hear them playing, and ouuuuurrrrssss are already grown.” Sniff, sniff.
She is a real close talker and I honestly think she wears caps. The caps move in closer, as if to chomp on my lips. “And those dooooggggssss. They baaaaaaaaaaaaaaark.”
Hmmmmm. Children can be heard playing. Dogs can be heard playing…..?
We tried to mend fences. I didn’t call the police when they yelled at my children for playing in my driveway and she couldn’t hear her TV shows. Nor when they continued to come into my back yard when I wasn’t home to turn the setting on a bark dog house to the highest intensity thus hurting the dog’s ears. Coming in my yard to move pots, pull up tomato plants that hung over (which that they thought were encroaching on their property line), or when they built a gate so they could come and go at their leisure into my yard.
Very odd.
I did however get a lil feisty when they barged into my back yard, threw my pillows around and yanked up a climbing vine I had been babying.
I think that was when I was pushed to the limit and asked the “man neighbor” if he had some strange attraction to children, is that why he couldn’t seem to STOP entering my yard????
He didn’t like that so much. He called the fuzz on me for that one.
It was insane.
But now, all is well because I spotted the moving truck first thing this morning.
Shall I send them a bottle of bubbly celebrating their departure?
I’ll just drink it myself (with my nice neighbors) and celebrate for a good well done!!