What a honor

One Lovely Blog

One of my favorite bloggers, and fabulous poet Tosha Michelle from LaLiterati.com payed me the greatest compliment and nominated me for this award. Thank you!  Thank you!

Here are the rules:

The rules for accepting the 2015 One Lovely Blog Award:

– Thank and link back to the person who nominated you. Check!
– Share 7 things about yourself. Check!
– Nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on their blogs to let them know. almost check!

Hmmm, 7 things about me, this could be daunting.

  1.  I’m a dog lover.  I have two pooches, Rascal a 7 year old Mini Aussie Shepherd who lives up to his name and still thinks he’s a puppy.  Dolly a 4 year old Blue Heeler who thinks she’s an old woman.  She groans every time she moves, and gets very cranky with Rascal for acting like a puppy so much.  They are hilarious.
  2. I still blush.  I’m 51 years old, and I will blush if something racy comes up.  My friends are always shocked if I say something racy, because it’s rare when I do, and I blush like crazy!  I’m blushing now, admitting that I occasionally say something racy and blush doing it.
  3. I’ve been blogging for almost 3 years with the initial intention of finding something to be grateful for everyday.  Gratitude is the secret ingredient for satisfaction in life, and sadly, so many miss the boat on gratitude.  It makes me double my efforts to express my gratitude as often as possible.
  4. Language, is my passion.  Words, poetry, philosophy, expression……Language, sung, written or verbal is the human super-power.  It moves mountains, changes moods, changes nations, changes nature.  I love words fabulously and authentically expressed.
  5. I’ve been married to my husband for 22 years.  I’m not sure how we’ve made it this long, but we seem to do well with each other.  We have two sons ages 27 and 21.  I don’t know how I got so OLD to have these grown children, inside I still feel like I’m 27, and the world is still out in front of me.
  6. Ramblings and Musings is my blog, and that’s what I do.  I ramble a bit, I muse a bit, and write about what’s on my heart and mind.  Blogging has introduced me to some fabulous friends from all across the world.  Their support is amazing, and I’m grateful every day for the wonderful people I get to read and interact with.
  7. My other passion is riding my motorcycle.  I started a bit late in life learning to ride.  My hands have lost some strength recently, which will require a little surgery to correct the neuropathy that is hindering my throttle hand, I look forward to getting back on the road.

For my nominations:

Lennon Carlyle Fabulous with Glitches


Eric Klingenberg

Marla AKA Crazy Mom

Meredith at My Pink Champagne Life

Word Warrior

A Mommas View

Bruce Goodman Weave A Web


Words of Wonder

Photo from Fubiz.net

Do you ever find a word, and roll it about 

Over your tongue and through your teeth?

Have you ever gazed upon a new word

Lusting to add it to your vocabulary?

Has there ever been a word 

That jumped off a page and into your heart?

Words are wonderful things,

Language is so rich.

Every syllable, every cadence

A trill, a burr, a twang–bringing the word 

To its regional origin.

Words, to lead you down a forest path

To mysteries unknown.


I woke up Happy today.

Not Giddy,

Not Elated,

Not Ecstatic.


At Peace,



Something good is going to happen.

I just know it.

The Great Debate


I must ask for feedback on this.  There is a debate raging in my home, and has been for most of the 22 years my husband and I have been married.

It’s an odd thing to even be on the debate radar, but folks:  what do you call these?

Is it Panty?

Is it Panties?

My husband will pick up a pair of my underwear and call the garment a “panty”.  It drives me nuts!

They aren’t a “panty”!  The garment is a pair of “panties”!

You don’t say a “pant”. It’s a pair of pants.  It’s a pair of jeans.  It’s a pair of shorts.  Of course you can have a “pant” leg, because it’s only half of the garment.


Come on people, help me here.  I might be able to tolerate his mulish ways if I get some popular opinion.

I’ve tried to call them some this else like “undies, drawers, delicates, girl stuff”…..and it always gravitates back to “panties”.

Please comment, I need some feedback.  If you have any other neutral terminology for the garment, I’d love to hear that too!


Bathrooms are strange places for photos 

I’m a very reserved, conservative, Midwestern, white girl who now lives in the Deep South, in Deep South Texas…Bible reading, gun toting, big hair, “bless your heart” Deep South.

I was raised to keep things contained and appropriate.  Sometimes I will jump out on the edge of appropriate if something strikes me funny.  When I do, it’s usually worth the shock value.

Now, keep in mind I was raised that bathrooms are a private place.  Certainly a Public Ladies Room would require double the privacy.  Don’t make eye contact, be polite, wait in line if necessary.  If someone is out of paper, share absolutely, but don’t stick your head under the partition and say “howdy”.  Heaven forbid!

We went to a show in Branson, MO. The Shoji Tabuchi theater is world famous for their restrooms.  I know that sounds weird, but they are.  They’ve been featured on 60 Minutes and Good Morning America.

Maybe my expectations, or my imagination couldn’t fathom anything being better than the 45 stall extravaganza at the Buc-ees Truck Stop in Luling, Tx.  That’s where everyone stops on the way to San Antonio.  They have billboards for that particular potty starting at the Louisiana Border, almost 250 miles from the stop.   

You got to love the Beaver.

Meanwhile , back in Branson.  My brother-in-law kept telling me he wanted to know what’s in the ladies room at the theater.  I gave him my best sideways glance.  He explained that the men’s room was fabulous, all black marble, and a billiards table.  “Uh uh.” Was my witty response.  

There’s a billiards table in the men’s room.  That’s my man in the black shirt, and my other brother-in-law sitting at the end of the row.  The man in the blue sequen vest is the bass player for the band.

I had to trot myself to the potty on the other side of the venue.  Never in my 51 years have I ever seen so many women taking pictures on a bathroom.  It was over the top “Liberace” ornate.

A massive jumble of purple, and green.  White marble, cherubs, crystal chandeliers, Christmas trees, lighted ornaments, greenery, Santa Clauses, Angels, snow…..Settees, sofas, rockers….mirrors.  And a good 25 individual private potty alcoves.

So many women would get so distracted by their surroundings they would wander away from their sinks leaving the water running.

Sorry my picture quality wasn’t all that great….the glare folks from all that crystal, mirrors and glitter had me a little flustered.  Not to mention all the picture taking.

For heaven’s sake, it’s a bathroom ladies, have some decorum.

I AM The Queen

Thanks boho-weddings.com

This is the perfect saying for the situation I am facing.

I seemed to have forgotten my place.  I may have resigned my income for a time.  That does not erase the last 25 years of superior reign, superior income, superior service. 

It seems silly that I can work for 25 years, clean, cook, take care of children, Christmas celebrations, birthday duty, pay bills, financial investments, tax preparation, make sure hunting leases, fishing license, and golf excursions are prepared and ready, let’s not forget the yard, the garden, and the neighbor relations….and I managed to exceed all other income in the house….but still made to feel like I’m less?

My place will not be changed because my circumstances have changed.  I am still the Queen of my own realm.

I am still worthy.  I am still worthy of respect and admiration.  I am a partner, not a woman-for-hire.

I’m rebuking myself for allowing anyone to take my crown, or push me out of my place. 

Queen….That ME!


In this waiting time,

I pray,

I read,

I sing


Sweet Gratitude

You are a blessed thing.

To take what has gone wrong

You turn the world around

You make things right again

We’ve been at this for so long.

Where do we go Gratitude?

Where shall we find our Peace?

In the Now, it’s all we have.

Express your Gratitude.