Little Girls Young and Old

I ran into a group of old ladies last night as I was having dinner with my daughter. I have known these old ladies since grade school. We are all the same old age. Oops! I guess that means I'm an old lady, too. Anyway, we were cordial, as we usually are, when we bump into each other, as we all still live in the same little old town we all grew up in. But somehow, as we all exchanged niceties, I realized some old things never change. And, I've taken on a few pearls of wisdom as I've gotten older. Like, I will never be asked to join "the in group" nor, do I want to join (anymore). Nor will I ever fit in with such a group that somehow cannot move past their younger selves. I'm digging deeper, always wanting a more diverse world to live in. I've also learned that I'm not better, I'm just different. And, that's OK. But, the most powerful thing I've learned is that some people never grow up, they just get older. Gosh, I want to be a grown up some day. Until that day comes, I will keep on steering clear of any toxic type relationships, learn to love ME times, seek a more diversified existence, and get used to eating alone (or sometimes with my BFF daughter shown below at Lassis Inn.)

OH, BTW Have you giggled today???

My Wish For Married Couples...

It’s been 243 days since my husband died. I’ve just returned to Facebook after a long while. I guess that’s how long it takes to come back to the real world. Lol That’s a touch of sarcasm (if you didn’t know) which I cannot refrain from because I love sarcastic humor and satire. Sorta like like the best picture winner at Oscars 2020, Parasite. Love it, you’ve got to catch it. 

Anyway, back to sarcasm and marriage. My wish for all happy couples (finally after all those years of perseverance), I hope you all die blissfully together (maybe in a fiery car crash) and not have to experience the painful journey of grief and loss we must all go through, to get back to the other side. And yes, it is a mandatory process. 

209 Days

Hello, again. My husband died last June, unexpectedly. I wonder if things might be easier if it had been expected. Probably not. 

After 209 days, I have finally removed his clothes and personal items from our home. Actually, not all. Some  things I couldn’t let go of.  I’ve boxed them up. I have donated most of the other items to Goodwill. I chose Goodwill because they sell their donations and people will appreciate what nice bargains they are getting. He was my Ken doll. I always dressed him nicely and stylishly. 

This chore was one of the most dreaded things I knew I had to do. I also have not cleared out his medicine cabinet in the bathroom. His shaving items, deodorant, toothbrush, etc. They are still untouched as he left them. I wonder how many days that will take. Grief sucks. 

Happy New Year...

Hello, I’m Di. I’m a griefaholic. My husband of 31 years died last summer, unexpectedly. We had a rough start at the beginning of our marriage but, the last 11 years were truly a godsend. Re-evaluation, renewed wedding vows, and a new business adventure gave us the best years of our lives. I am grateful to have lived out those last years with the best friend I’ve ever had. He loved me as no other did, he gave me everything I ever wanted, and he was the funniest guy I’ll ever know. Goodbye for now and my heart will always belong to you...

Yum or Yuck...

Our yearly mecca to the Gulf of Mexico is full of Southern memories as it continues to lure us back each year. Although the ocean is usually our main attraction, the Southern style of cooking is certainly the second fiddle. From freshly boiled  seafood to a stopover from the highway for a batch of hot boiled peanuts, we do love the cuisine of the South. Y’all come visit when you can! Toodle loo...

Sunday Dinner...NOT Supper or Lunch

When the veggies in the garden have grown to just the right size, the tomatoes have ripened on the vine, and all the other joyful bounties of summertime in the South are singing to you, one prepares to bring the orchestra all together. 

Sunday dinner coming! Not, lunch or supper mind you. The meal at noon is called ‘dinner’in the South. The dinner meal might include chicken and dumplings, baby lima beans, turnip greens, fried potatoes, sliced onion, stewed carrots, and don’t forget the cornbread! 

So when someone invites you to Sunday dinner, don’t arrive at 8 pm, dressed to the nines, with a bottle of wine in your hand. Bring the seeet tea, if you must. Y’all come around noon with a big ole appetite and join in the symphony of the South... Sunday Dinner.

Shopping at Walmart Goodwill and Amazon

Who doesn’t love a good deal? I got this casual,  comfortable, stylish boho type dress from Walmart for only $9.96 plus Arkansas tax. What a bargain! 

Normally, I do not shop for clothing at Walmart because, usually, everything I buy seems to be a wash and wear once, then toss it item. After one washing, seams begin to unravel, more wrinkles than on Mick’s face crop up, and the darn thing is not even presentable to take to Goodwill . If I won’t wear it, I won’t donate it. 

However, this cool and fun dress is a bargain after three washings, no ravels, no ironing, and appears will make it through the summer! It’s a go to dress for dressing up or dressing down. Try a scarf and wedges. Who doesn’t love a bargain?? Nice to see Walmart gearing up to its competition... Amazon Prime Day  July 16, 2018. Have you giggled today??