Where’s the Umbrella?

Location: MCAS Miramar air show, San Diego.

Our new friend, young and kind, offered to go back to the check point and the umbrella was still there! I forgot to pick it up after all the picnic items were scanned by a marine (not TSA – yes!)  @sonofabeach96 – I thought about you while we were there. Continue reading

Dream Big is doing it again!!!

I remember meeting Dream Big in July; one of the many appeals then was that his posts were under 500 words (I go cross-eyed after awhile, especially in class!) Anyway, high fives and pay it forward if your working this weekend.

my twitter: @trudistreasures and @parkerfinance

Personally I need to get some 3D work done today!

Go, forth and post, reblog and all that jazz.




A Resonate Reality >tolife<

Charley – Right To Brag (Blogging 101 Prompt).

Claremary hit the nail on the head for me today: Tears mopping my face on a Sunday afternoon, take the time to read it all!

Cancer dwarfs every pain in the ass…”How the hell am I going to get this done on time? What else can go wrong today?! I thought you were supposed to do it! Where the hell are my keys! That’s not my problem! She wants what?! We can’t afford this! WTF!!!…every single pain in the ass curveball each day throws at us. Cancer is the knuckleball of all knuckleballs. It’s the sucker punch of all sucker punches. It’s a full house in a stacked deck and Cancer trumps all!

He Brings Me Coffee


dreamy thoughts

are interrupted, his presence drawing near

repeated weight upon each step

closer now I hear

enter  our morning tradition

balancing a teetering cup with only his right hand

accompanied by ceramic chatter

and I know

I can face the morning

and the day

Such a simple action

to give in such a way

He knows just how I like it

I’ve seen him watching me

We have this handy gadget it’s small yet does the job

blend organic agave & cream

pour coffee on the top

The cream foams at the brim

topped with sugar and cinnamon


from a dead soldier salt shaker

This sequence is a$$ backwards, yet the feeling just the same.

If asked would I do it over, I’d shout  “I will” again.