Monday, December 5, 2016

Caroline is 14.  As in FOURTEEN.  Catorce.  Quatorze. Vierzehn. Ceathair déag.  Kat òz.  ʻUmikumāhā.  Feljätoista.  Quattuordecim.  Fjorten.  Ceithir-deug.  Erbatax.  Czternaście.  Eziyishumi Nane. Ondört.

Yes, of course, 14 translations of 14.  Hoping that'll enable me to wrap my head around 'dat.

Pictures of my precious girl:

My favorite because it's SO her:

Wish I could speak fourteen different languages to tell her how much she is loved! She is scary smart, beautiful, funny, and sassy. I'm proud of the person she's becoming. 🌟😍

Languages represented above:
Italian and Portuguese (same word)
Haitian Creole
Scottish Gaelic

[Yes, this was backdated. Apologies for the necessary cheating.]

Monday, October 10, 2016


My firstborn is having his 16th birthday today. Christ, I feel old.

I love him so much! He is handsome, smart, funny, healthy, and STILL has the most tender heart of anybody I've ever known.

I posted the best shots on Facebook and some of these might be repeats, but as always, the bloopers go on the blog.

These came out better than I thought. 


I trust all angels are sleeping with my birthday boy tonight.


Monday, October 3, 2016

Vintage Paper Arts

I love finding vintage and/or historical postcards when I visit places. Here are two that I found intriguing.

Wenn jeder Wechsel den Glücklichen schreckt,
Mit solch einem Wechsel da ging es;
Denn immer noch macht einem schönen effect
Solch ein liebender Wechsel des Ringes.


If any change scares lucky
With such a change as it went;
For still makes a nice effect
Such a loving exchange of rings.

Principauté de Monaco
Le Palais du Prince


Monaco Principality
The Prince's Palace

I don't have a lot of confidence in Google Translate after putting together this post. At least on the first one. Also, I don't like editing my post 30 times to get the spacing right. At first post it was triple spaced, and the words underneath the pictures keeps typing off into the right till it drops off the edge of the blog. I'm not exaggerating. Thirty (30) times.

I'm off to find out if Mercury is in retrograde. Ha. 

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Politics and the Post Office

One of the bummers about moving is changing my voting address. This leads to an inordinate amount of political post cards and flyers, as well as typical junk mail.  I feel bad for mail carriers who are required to deliver items that are junk mail and they know that a lot of it gets thrown away with disdain. I'd love it if they'd ditch mine, but then everybody would want special services.

One mailman in particular gets ultra offended that Zing barks incessantly at him.  I told him it was the mail truck, not the person, because he barks at every mail truck.  Postal worker was unconvinced.

I wonder if anybody has ever actually read the flyers and cards. I haven't, and I don't. Into the recycle bin they go.....

Friday, September 30, 2016

Flowers by other names

This plant isn't an African violet. It's an Episcia, also known as the flame violet, trailing violet, or chocolate soldier plant. The grower calls it Daphne's Choice.

I didn't even know there was such a plant as "trailing" violets. I searched for yellow violet, this one came up, I saw the bloom from the front, and added that bad boy to the cart. When I got it, I thought one of bloom stalks was broken during shipping. I Googled images of Episcia and realized the stalk was not broken--it's a runner that will branch out and attach to the soil. Because that's what they do! This is one of the few times that skipping over the full product description has worked out well for me.

The pink and white one is a chimera, and the adorable miniature one’s name is Blue Blazes. It looked blue on the website, but in real life and in my pics, it has beautiful blooms that are purple.

I also bought a pink bromeliad.

Hope you enjoy my flowers!

Tuesday, September 27, 2016


I'm sitting at my desk. I'm alt + tabbing between 3 pages and my solitaire game.

It's all good unless you haven't written ANYthing in any form except to write in greeting cards. No tanka poetry, no haiku, no non-fiction, no fiction. Wait, though, it's occurring to me that I've written a lot of lists: grocery, stuff to Google, weekend projects. Whoo-hoo.

The thing is this. I'm reluctant to reread the sections I was working on because I don't have the slightest motivation to write the parts that need to come after. I may or may not be avoiding getting back to work on it anyway because that inner voice has been saying, "Just forget about it, it's not good enough anyway!" I acknowledge this is an obstacle I can conquer, so I need to force it for a while until it becomes natural. It's one of the hardest things this writer has to do.

Updating my status is writing, so I'ma get back to it. 

Monday, August 8, 2016

GoodReads newsletter

Another great poem seen on the GoodReads email newsletter.

Coal Town 

Birds don't stop in this town.
I see them fly past, black peppering
blue, going someplace. I've given up
dreaming wings. This town
will know my bones. Condoms
sell well in Joe's corner store—boredom breeds
but breeding's a trap, a twitch in the smile
of those steel-eyed shrews
who linger late after church.
I walked half a day, out past the salt flats,
after they closed the movie house down. Smoked
the joint she'd brought back from college
when she returned to bury my dad.
I remember how pale her fingers lay
across my father's hands—
coal miner's hands, tarred like his lungs;
like this town. 

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Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Posting as fast as I can

I'm afraid to type it and jinx.........I have time to post on my blog!! I get access to the internet sporadically and not on demand. Wrong on so many levels.  #NOTlmao  But because I can blog right now, I'm gonna.

Random photos which should have already been posted:

Summer solstice full moon

Cash Holden Savoie
My great nephew! Born on May 22, 2016

This picture makes me happy
"Great Aunt Fran"

Blooming tree in neighbor's yard
Early spring 3.24.2016

That's all for tonight because......... "our time is up."  hehe

Sunday, June 12, 2016


Unlike me to be at a loss for words, but on this day, I can't string any together. The hate has to end. Please send love and light.

Monday, March 21, 2016

Manic Monday 3.21.2016

I was going to do a blog post, but I'm not in the mood anymore. #ohwell

Thursday, March 17, 2016


As in, spotty postings. It seems the last 4 years have seen my post count go lower, lower, lowest. I posted about my stint at 7-Eleven with the full intention of posting "Part 2" the day after, or at least two days after. it's been 13 days since my last post. Not gonna increase post count or reader hits with those numbers.

It's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm wearing green and sipping on my 2nd drink! First one was in honor of one of my best friends' husbands. He passed away a couple of weeks ago, but today is his birthday and I toasted him and my friend and her beautiful kids. So. Damn. Sad. Truthfully, it could be anybody in our circle. Right NOW is the only moment we have. Don't waste it.

An Irish Angel for you......

And an Irish blessing:

May you always have
A sunbeam to warm you,
Good luck to charm you
And a sheltering angel
so nothing can harm you--
Laughter to cheer you,
Faithful friends near you
And whenever you pray,
Heaven to hear you.
      ~Irish blessing

Friday, March 4, 2016

National Grammar Day 2016

Today is National Grammar Day! I should've taken the day off from work so I could surf the net and edit peoples' grammar

Here's a fun article I found:

Another one:

Celebrate this day! #grammarcanbebigfuntoo

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

It will be wordless...

Wednesday's post, that is. Didn't finish my continuation in time, so I'll try to post it on Thursday. #myfavoriteday

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Francesca 711

There might still be a group of people who hadn’t been aware of my career woes since February 2015. The whole thing happened just like this.

B.A., English cum laude (2013) from one of the top 5 liberal arts colleges in the SE.
March 2013: Laid off.
May 2013 to July 2014: Had a great part-time job.
August 2014: Thought I had landed a fabulous full-time job. It lasted two months and
ended badly. Frighteningly badly.
November 2014: Found another “great” job—which turned out to suck. Again.
February 2015: Left the second sucky job.
March 2015: started working at 7-Eleven.
May 2015: Evicted from my house of 3 ½ years. Boarding at someone’s house ever
since, and keeping all my furnishings & everything else in storage.
August 2015: I had three interviews: 1 at one office and 2 at two other offices.
Didn’t get the job.
Didn’t get the job.
Didn’t get the job.
Called an old friend.
She got me a job.
It was meant to be!
I love my new job.

I feel compelled to share the précis on my short-lived career at 7-11.

Saw a help wanted sign and brought a resume the next day, had an interview, and got the job. Minimum wage.

On my first night my supervisor asked me what name to put on my name tag. I told her to put “Francesca,” and when she looked confused, I told her it was my stripper name. Truth is, I didn’t want my real name on the tag because I was going to get a real job soon. The damn uniform shirt was bad enough. Cue first job flashback……a lime green McDonald’s uniform.

I volunteered for the third shift (10 pm to 6 am) because I thought it would be slow and boring. Guess what? It’s not.even.close. I lasted on the third shift for four nights. I started the 6-9 routine, both am and pm.

I got written up a couple of times for not finishing all the tasks on the shift schedule. I got yelled at by rude people and got bossed around by “regulars.” I had a lot of voids on my register, which, even if you fix them and everything balances, is still bad. I avoided people that my kids knew because I didn’t want them to be embarrassed about their mom not being able to get a job anywhere else.

Little by little my hours got reduced to about nine per week. Except for the smaller amount of money, I was glad because I hated it and wanted to quit, but knew I couldn’t. I don’t know how people can do such hard work for so little money. One guy has worked there part time for 11 years; my supervisor, who was less than half my age, has worked there for over five years. She’s a single mom with a little boy. She does get overtime, but that’s more time away from her son. I calculated my wages at 45 hours and cried when I saw the net amount. On the average, I would’ve made less than half of what my net was for a single week. 

Fast forward to the last week of August 2015. I’ve been at my new real job and it suits me. Good people, good teamwork, lots of work, and room to grow. Sweet. I have a name tag there, too, but I only wear it for happy hour with clients.

There is more to the 7-Eleven story, of course, so tomorrow’s #WordlessWednesday will be anything but.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Leap Year 2016

Happy Leap Year 2016!!

I'm commemorating the leap year and also choosing today as the day I'm going to get back to blogging. Yeah, yeah, you've read that before. Hell, I've TYPED that before. But I haven't stuck with it. Another drawback: I'm trying to type fast like I usually do, but I can hardly write anything. Rusty doesn't even begin to cover it.

Still, tomorrow's post will prove interesting, I believe. See you then!

P.S. As always, a random photo because I don't like pictureless posts.

Lake Wales Tree in the Fog