Posted in 80's, music

The 80’s Revisited

I always knew it would happen one day.  Or at least hoped.  The day my child said she wished she had been around in the 80’s so she could’ve experienced the music.

My thirteen-year-old recently came across the Jennifer Garner flick “13 Going on 30” on Netflix and was immediately taken in by the 80’s theme of the film.  Especially the music.  “Head Over Heels”, “Jessie’s Girl” and particularly “Thriller”.

“Why couldn’t I have been around in the 80’s?” she whined.

“Just because you weren’t doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy that music now,” I reminded her.

The other day we were returning from running errands and sat in the car listening to the last strains of Wham!’s  “Careless Whisper”.

“I love this song,” she said.  “Who sings it?”

“George Michael,” I told her.


“Wham!  George Michael.  You know, ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’.  You know that song,” I reminded her.

“Oh yeah.”

We continued talking about Wham! and 80’s music as we entered the house.  I relayed my teen love for Duran Duran to her.

“You know, the group who sings ‘Hungry Like the Wolf’.”

“Oh, yeah.  I like that song.”

“Yeah.  You know what the lead singer’s name is?”


“Simon.  Want to know what his last name is?”



She laughed.  “What a funny name!”

I smiled.  “Yeah, that’s what the rest of the band thought too when they first met him.”

I went on to tell her how there were three members in the band with the last name of Taylor but they weren’t related.

“Really?  How can they not be related?”  my daughter asked.

“Because in England the surname Taylor is like the surname Smith in America.”

She also thought it was cool that John’s real name was Nigel, because that’s the first name of one of The Muppets.  Which is another thing from the 80’s that she loves.

But that’s another 80’s story for another time.

Posted in nostalgia

Growing Up A Toys “R” Us Kid

After 70 years Toys “R” Us is getting ready to close their doors forever.

I grew up a Toys “R” Us kid.  My daughter grew up a Toys “R” Us kid.  What other store exists where you can go and walk among zillions of toys and have fun?  Toys “R” Us was it.

It’s the only place I could find The Muppets figurines my daughter loves.  I even found Muppets pins.  I scored some major toy bargains from Toys “R” Us over the years.  A Loopz game for five bucks one Black Friday.  And a Barbie Dream House several years ago for $99.00!  Coupons and reward points helped.  That was Toys “R” Us.

Now with the liquidation pending I will once again venture out to what was once the world’s biggest toy store and see what final bargains I may be able to snag.  This time for my five-year-old niece.

And who could ever forget the theme song?


Posted in writing

Hollywood’s Biggest Night

I’m not a big fan of the Oscars.  I don’t think I’ve ever watched one award show.  However, I am a big fan of movies.  For all my life they’ve made me laugh, cry, scream, even shake my head.  They have entertained me.  Isn’t that the point of going to the movies?  To hopefully be entertained?

This is Hollywood’s biggest night.  So many worked hard for weeks, months, years to earn their chance at entertainment’s highest award.  Anyone outside of Hollywood has no inkling about the ins and outs of making movies.  So don’t act like you do.

If you’ve ever watched a movie of any kind and enjoyed it, don’t be knocking the people behind the creativity.  If you feel you could’ve done a better job, then do it.

If you feel that the Oscars are nothing but a bunch of Hollywood rich brats who are going to lecture you, nobody is telling you to watch it.  So don’t.

Posted in Things that make you say "hmm...", Things that piss me off

Much More Than Words

I can see how owning a gun can make some people feel safe.  I mean, it is a device used to kill.  Sure some people just like to show off their guns.  They never use them.  They store them in their locked closets (if they’re responsible) or leave them in their night table drawer (if they’re irresponsible).  They may take them out on occasion to shine them up, maybe show them off to their friends.  Maybe play Russian Roulette with it.  Maybe try to impress their kid and their kid’s friends with it.  Maybe one day the kid will find it and shoot themselves.  And I know there are some who actually do use guns for hunting or sporting.

The recent Parkland school shooting and constant calls for gun reform/control got me thinking about the Second Amendment and what it means.  I figured since so many gun enthusiasts live and die by this very statement, maybe it should be analyzed to better understand it.  So that’s what I did.

The Second Amendment reads:

“A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed”.

I may be missing it, but I don’t see anywhere in these 27 words where it says it’s okay for individuals to own assault rifles and use them to kill innocent people.

These 27 words were written long before our time.  Many people have taken it upon themselves to interpret these 27 words to mean whatever they want them to mean or feel they should mean.

So, what do these 27 words really mean?

In turning to my handy-dandy Merriam-Webster dictionary, the word “regulated” can mean:

  • to govern or direct according to rule
  • to bring under the control of law or constituted authority
  • to make regulations for or concerning
  • to bring order, method, or uniformity to
  • to fix or adjust the time, amount, degree, or rate of

Using the word “well” before “regulated” could mean that the regulation would be carefully considered and formed.

The “regulated” that they are referring to is a “Militia”, which is, by definition:

  • a part of the organized armed forces of a country liable to call only in emergency
  • a body of citizens organized for military service
  • the whole body of able-bodied male citizens declared by law as being subject to call to military service

I’d like to point out that in all those definitions, “militia” has something to do with the “military”.

“being necessary”:  basically, absolutely necessary

“to the security”:  basically, to the freedom from fear, freedom from fear or anxiety

“of a free State”:  this could mean one of many things:

  • a mode or condition of being (being in a free state);
  • a body of persons constituting a special class in a society; a politically organized body of people usually occupying a definite territory; especially : one that is sovereign
  • the political organization of such a body of people
  • the operations or concerns of the government of a country
  • one of the constituent units of a nation having a federal government
  • The United States of America
  • a government or politically organized society having a particular character

Next up:

“the right of the people” – “right”:

  •  being in accordance with what is just, good, or proper
  • conforming to facts or truth

“people” – this one word, I think, is what is most interpreted or misinterpreted.  When the Second Amendment was written and they used the word “people”, who, exactly, were they referring to?  If we go by definition, “people” means:  human beings making up a group or assembly or linked by a common interest.  Were they actually referring to “the militia” when saying “people”? Interpretation could’ve changed so much if, instead of “people” they simply wrote in “the militia” again.


  •  to retain in one’s possession or power
  •  to refrain from granting, giving, or allowing
  •  to have in control

“bear” – usually a brown, furry animal; for this statement:  to carry

“arms”  – those appendages hanging from your shoulders; for this statement:  weapons and ammunition

“infringed” – to encroach upon in a way that violates law or the rights of another

Considering the Second Amendment was written in 1791, not too long after America fought for independence, I can understand the statement “a well regulated militia”.  They were very used to militias at this time.  The militia, or military, was, after all, formed for protection.  That’s why they wrote the next phrase “being necessary to the security of a free State”.  But this is referring back to “the militia”.  I really think they (the militia) are “the people” being referred to in this statement.  If it was meant to refer to “everyone” why not use the word “individuals”?  After all, “people” can mean men, women and children.  Would the Founding Fathers have given guns to babies?

The word “infringed” intrigues me:  “…to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed”.  Yes, the right to own and carry a gun shall not be infringed.  The definition of “infringed” mentions violating the law or the rights of another.  To “not be infringed”, as defined by the Second Amendment, wouldn’t that mean to not violate the law or the rights of another?  Especially the rights of another, since not everybody obeys the law?

It’s time that America gets their heads out of their asses.  If other civilized countries can, why can’t we?  Because we’re money hungry and in bed with the NRA?  For many of us, more than likely.

With each new mass shooting, whether it be at a school, church, concert, nightclub, etc., we must ask ourselves:  what’s it going to take to say enough is enough?  It may take a “militia” to storm Capitol Hill, breaking their security system and gun down Congress to make them wake up.

Even then I’m not sure that would work.

Posted in The New England Patriots

It’s That Time Again

Super Bowl Sunday.  Or as it’s become known around these parts:  The New England Patriots Annual Invitational.

The other day I thought back to where I was during each of the Super Bowl games that The Patriots have been in since Tom Brady took over.

Feb 3, 2002 – The only Super Bowl we thought that would ever matter.  We said that if we never won another Super Bowl, we would always remember this one.

Tom Brady took over as QB early in the season after Drew Bledsoe became hurt.  I didn’t even know what Tom Brady looked like.  My husband referred to him as “nothing special”.  He’s been eating his words ever since.

Where was I when Vinatieri kicked the game-winning field goal?  Standing in my living room, about ten feet from the TV, clutching my husband’s hands as we both held our breath, watching as the ball sailed through the upright.

Then we exhaled.  And screamed.


February 1, 2004 – Just when we thought we’d never make it to another Super Bowl, The Patriots proved us wrong.  I know we won the game versus Carolina.

I know where I was on Super Bowl Sunday.  I was driving back to Massachusetts from Canada.  I know I made it home in time to watch the game.  But I cannot recall exactly where I was when we won the game.  Probably still trying to warm up from the cold ride home.


February 6, 2005 – Three things stand out with this game.  First, we pissed off the entire state of Pennsylvania because we had beat Pittsburgh in the AFC game.  Then we beat Philly in the Super Bowl.

Second, it was my birthday.

Third, I was about three months pregnant.

I know it happened thirteen years ago.  Which really scares me because that means my daughter is going to be a teen later this year.  But I cannot recall where I was when we won.  In my defense I was probably suffering from “baby brain”, more than likely snoozing on the couch.


February 3, 2008 and February 5, 2012 – I’ll briefly pass over our two losses to the Giants.  I know I was snoozing during those games.


February 1, 2015 – I remember this season well.  The Patriots were dead to rights after losing to Kansas City in week four.  Yeah, right.

The simultaneous looks on Richard Sherman and Tom Brady’s faces as Malcolm Butler intercepted the ball are still etched in my mind.  Sherman’s was of disbelief.  Brady’s was of elation.

I was in the shower when my husband burst in to tell me we had just scored a touchdown, going up four on Seattle.  But there were two minutes left.  Seattle was getting the ball back.  Knowing how close a game it was, I began praying to God, Vince Lombardi, the Football Gods and Myra Kraft.

So where was I exactly when Malcolm Butler intercepted that football?  I was busy making the bed in my spare bedroom, still praying to whoever was listening.  The only sound coming from the living room was the blaring of the TV.  Then I heard my husband yell “INTERCEPTED!” and I practically killed myself running out of that room into the living room.  Until that moment I had never heard of Malcolm Butler.  I thanked Myra and the others profusely.


February 5, 2017 – There was no way The Patriots would get to the Playoffs, not much the Super Bowl.  After all, Tom Brady was serving a four-game suspension and two back-up QB’s (one a rookie) could not possibly win a game in his place.  Yeah, right.

So we got to the Big Game.  And it was not looking very pretty.  I took myself out of the painful watching shortly after we scored our first three points and Atlanta went up by 25.

I don’t know exactly what time I woke up in the fourth.  Somewhere near the end.  I thought we still only had three points.  My husband informed me the score was 20-28 and we were getting the ball back.  I remember saying, “Well, if there’s any team who can come back and win, it’s this team”.  I stood there for what seemed like an hour (for which was only about 20 minutes of playing time) and watched as The Patriots scored a touchdown, then a two-point conversion to tie the score.  If there was ever going to be a team to go into overtime during the Super Bowl, The Patriots would be one of those teams.  And they were.  If there was ever going to be a team to win the Super Bowl in overtime, it would be The Patriots.  And they were.

In thirty minutes The New England Patriots’ franchise will be playing in their tenth Super Bowl, more than any other team in the NFL.  Eight of those have been with Tom Brady at the helm.

Where will I be if we win?  Who knows.  Maybe doing back flips in the front yard.  But I know if we lose, tomorrow I will still be a New England Patriots fan.  Because that’s how true New England Patriots fans are.

Posted in Idiots and dumb-asses, narcissists and psychopaths, Politics

Making America Embarrassed Again…and again…and again

Donald Trump has gone and embarrassed America yet again.  What’s new?

Today’s embarrassment was probably the worst so far (but stay tuned…tomorrow’s another day).  Today this dotard referred to other countries of the world, mainly Haiti and unspecified African countries, as “shitholes”.  But I’d really love to ask this moron if it’s actually the “countries” he thinks are “shitholes” or mainly the “people” who either live there or have immigrated here.  Because, they’re not from Norway and, you know, his racist ass…

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is our classy, professional “president” representing us.  Working hard to make us more and more embarrassed every day.  That’s about all he’s working hard at because he sure as hell isn’t doing any kind of leading for this country.  Unless you count leading us into the ground.

Imagine how people who currently live or have lived in those “shitholes” must feel.  The people from these “shitholes” and “shitholes” other than Haiti and unspecified African countries are what have made America.  The people from “shithole” Ireland.  The people from “shithole” Germany.  The people from “shithole” Syria, Pakistan (fill in the blank with any “shithole” Middle Eastern country).  You name it.  America is a melting “shithole” made up of people from all kinds of “shitholes” all over the world.  We ourselves have become a “shithole”.  We are probably the shittiest “shithole” country on the planet.  What other country can say they are one of the wealthiest yet have children without enough to eat?  What other country can boast they have an asshole idiot for a “president” who wants to eliminate everything put in place to protect the citizens, from environmental protections to healthcare?  Only America.  The shittiest “shithole” of all.




Posted in New Year's Eve

Adios, 2017

It’s the end of 2017 in America and here we are:

We have a narcissistic, idiotic, dotard asshole pretending to be an American “president” when it’s quite clear he’d rather be in Russia. He may as well be.  He sure as hell isn’t American.

Congress is controlled by the NRA.

Members of Congress have no spines.

Because Congress has no spines and because they are controlled by the NRA Americans are discovering that vigilance means nothing.  You can be observant as hell in your surroundings but can still get blown away by a gun-wielding nut while sitting in church.

The ASSHOLE in the Shit House and the spineless members of Congress are trying to take away our health insurance and raise our taxes at the same time.

The ASSHOLE in the Shit House wants to take away our National Parks and protected lands so his rich cronies can drill for oil, uranium and cut down trees.

The ASSHOLE in the Shit House doesn’t believe in climate change.  Yet the climate is changing right under his narcissistic, dotard nose.

The ASSHOLE in the Shit House must think he’s a professional golfer because he spends more time on the links than in the Oval Office.  He may as well be a professional golfer.  He sure as hell isn’t a “president”.

A large part of Hollywood, Congress and other places of employment are made up of perverts who have no respect for women.  Something so big has been blown into astronomical, unnecessary proportions.  #MeToo. #YouToo.  #ThemToo.  #UsToo.  It’s all of us.

Sick fucks really believe there is nothing wrong with pedophilia, especially in Alabama.  But at least they chose the right man.  And the wrong man can call it what he wants but he still lost.

When their sick fuck TV talking head has a coffee maker sponsor pull advertising from his show, the sick fuck followers smash their costly coffee makers in protest, making the majority of us realize not only are they sick fucks, they are also dumb fucks.

The narcissistic, idiotic, dotard asshole pretending to be “president” has led many Nazi white supremacists, sexists and homophobes who once hid in their closets to believe that now it’s okay for them to come out of their closets and taunt and kill other members of America.  Because the narcissistic, idiotic dotard asshole pretending to be “president” is a Nazi white supremacist, sexist, homophobe himself.  So to them it makes it okay to be assholes.

We need to remember that only five months into 2017 a former head of the FBI had been hired to investigate Russian meddling in our election, along with conspiracy from the narcissistic, idiotic, dotard asshole and many of his cronies.  This was done for a reason.  Because many people know there was Russian meddling in our election, along with conspiracy from the narcissistic, idiotic, dotard asshole and many of his cronies.  Ten months into 2017 (and as of this writing, but don’t blink…there will soon be more), we have two indictments and two guilty pleas.  And that’s just the beginning.

The blonde Trumpette bitch who has less business being in the Shit House than her narcissistic, idiotic, dotard “father” tells us that food is an “investment”.  To think we thought it was a “necessity” all this time!  Silly us!

We have a Republican senator from Iowa who believes that working-class taxpayers spend all their money on “booze, women and movies”. To him I say:   Most of us don’t have the luxury of using the tax dollars of hard working Americans so they can jaunt off on a private jet with their money-grubbing wife to witness a total solar eclipse.

Most of us don’t have the luxury of using the tax dollars of hard working Americans so they can go golfing every weekend.

Most of us don’t have the luxury of using the tax dollars of hard working Americans so they can host a fancy birthday party on a yacht.

No, most of us work 40 hours a week, sometimes more, just to make ends meet.  Most of us live paycheck to paycheck.  We can’t afford to have money taken from our paychecks to put into a 401K.  Many of us have more tax taken out of our paychecks just so we can hopefully get some back at the end of the year which may, with any luck, help us be able to pay off one of our many bills or use towards the down payment on a used car which is very needed.  If very fortunate we may even have some left over for a trip to the movies.

There may be some people out there who do take money they earn and spend it on booze, women and movies.  That’s their prerogative.  It’s their money and they can do what they want with it, whether you feel it’s right or wrong.  Nobody tells senators like you how to spend our tax money—which is how you get paid.  I guess if it’s okay for senators like you and many of your congressional counterparts to spend our money on booze, women, movies and even more luxuries—such as drugs and prostitutes—then I guess it’s okay for us to spend our money in any way we want, isn’t it?

In 2017 ASSHOLE said it was okay to say “Merry Christmas” when nobody ever told us we couldn’t. In fact, unbeknownst to ASSHOLE, we can say whatever the fuck we want at the holidays.  But in 2017 of course it’s okay for ASSHOLE to try to prevent women from being able to have abortions and obtain birth control.  It’s okay for ASSHOLE to try to prevent Muslims from entering the country and to try to prevent transgenders from entering the military.  It’s okay for ASSHOLE to try to prevent athletes from kneeling in protest.  It’s okay for ASSHOLE to call athletes “sons-of-bitches”, to call his peers “crooked, Pocahontas, lyin’, cryin’, dumb, losers”, among other names.  No.  It is not okay for this to be happening in 2017 or any other time.  This. Is. Not. Normal. And. We. Should. Not. Act. As. If. It. Is.  It may be normal to ASSHOLE but it is not, should not, be normal to the rest of us.

In 2017 regarding the Mueller probe in the ASSHOLE-Russia conspiracy, ASSHOLE had the nerve to say during an interview that the probe “makes the country look very bad, and it puts the country in a very bad position…so the sooner it’s worked out, the better it is for the country”.  Yes, ASSHOLE’s involvement with Russia has made the country look very bad and the sooner Mueller can indict ASSHOLE and get him impeached, the better off the country will be.

In 2017 people who never experienced life with a narcissist got a first time glimpse at what it’s like.  ASSHOLE is beyond being a narcissist.  He’s a sociopath. Which is way worse than just a narcissist.  ASSHOLE will get his due.  And when he does it isn’t going to be pretty.

We’ve all seen what has happened so far in 2017 regarding ASSHOLE and his Russian conspiracy against America.  We know of the indictments.  We know of the pleas.  If you think those were big deals, strap yourselves in.  You have seen nothing yet.

I have a feeling 2018 is going to be one hell of a year.

Posted in New Year's Eve

A Personal Reflection on 2017

I may not be in the best of health but I’m glad to still be breathing.  I’m also glad all my immediate family members are still breathing as well.

Professionally I’ve experienced a lot of changes but I’m glad I still have a job.

Day trips are just as good as extended vacations.

I’m amazed that in 2017 they can’t figure out a more humane way of performing mammograms.

Sugared champagne beats champagne popsicle anytime!

Money isn’t everything.  In fact, the more you have, the less you have.

I’ve become a part of The Resistance, something I thought I’d never have to be part of but am grateful for.  The other members of this group have kept me sane.

I’ve learned more about politics than I care to know.

I’ve learned legalese and words I never knew existed.  Dotard, anyone?

Speaking of words, I never thought I could laugh so hard over “covfefe”.

I never thought I would be living in a country without a president.  But I am.  We all are.

I never thought I would be living in a country so filled with hate.  But I am.  We all are.

I admit I am part of that hate.  Because I hate the thing in the Shit House.  I’ve never hated a sitting “president” before, whether they were a “real” president or a “pretend” one.  But I do now.  I know I am not alone.

At the end of this year I feel as if I’m at the bottom of a pit.  I know I can either stay here and dwell on what was, personally, professionally and politically, or I can try scaling my way out to see what better things may come.

I choose betterment.

Posted in writing

The Best Night Of The Year

Christmas Eve has always been the most magical night of the year for me.

How can it not be?  The air is thick with anticipation for what lies ahead.  There are constant visits from friends and family throughout the day and into the evening.  Pizza for dinner.  Music.  Games.  Lots of laughs.

May the spirit of Christmas Eve be with you well into Christmas and beyond.