11 December 2013

Earliest Memories

One of my earliest memories is sitting on the passenger-side floor (it didn't dawn on anyone in the 70's to wear seat belts or sit in car seats) of my mom's 1970 American Motors Javelin, singing along with the radio to my favorite song of the time.

Do any of you forty-somethings remember this tune? It still makes me feel warm and fuzzy.


 
 
And for those of you who don't remember the American Motors Javelin, I give you this to ponder.
 
 
 
My mom must have looked fine driving hers around in her early 20's. Hers was blue with a red and white stripe down the length of the car. :)

18 October 2013

A Fall Toast!

Chilly weather calls for Apple Cider in my cool "Big Owl" mug.
(Yes, I have a "Little Owl" mug too!)

Pier One Owl Mug

Green Mountain Apple Cider for Keurig



08 July 2013

Freebies

Yesterday morning I had breakfast at the local diner. Halfway through my meal the waitress announced that the man who had just left handed her $300, told her he wanted to pay for the current patrons and for her to keep the rest as a tip. I assume he won big in AC and was on his way home. How cool is that though? The waitress walked off with a tip of $260! (Oddly enough, this is the second time someone I didn't know paid my tab in a diner!)

Today at work my department was playing a kickball game against another department. My company always comes up with neat activities for the employees. I was cheering my team on as an ice cream truck pulled up next to us in the parking lot. They were giving away free ice cream for 95.7 BEN FM. Both teams and those of us cheering them on all got a free ice cream and took our picture in front of the truck.

Two days in a row with free treats. I wonder who's going to buy me an iced coffee tomorrow afternoon????

Thank you for the freebies!

04 July 2013

The Schmuck

Yesterday work closed at 2 p.m. in anticipation of the July 4 Holiday. I finally walked out the door around 2:15 with a smile on my face and began my journey home.

I stopped at a red light about 10 minutes into my drive. The light turned green and before I could move, the guy in the car behind me decided to move and promptly hit my car.

And there went my Holiday joy.

But wait, it gets better.

As I began to pull off onto the shoulder of the highway to call the police, the schmuck that hit me pulled around me, smiled at me and drove away. SMILED AT ME!!!!!

It was then that my Holiday joy turned into a combination of astonishment and anger. What kind of a person would do such a thing?

A Bensalem cop stopped and I explained what happened, gave him a partial tag number of the schmuck and we inspected my car. My car that's only 7 freaking months old.

Thank goodness there was no damage. Officer Bensalem, who was so fit you could bounce a quarter off his biceps, filled out a report in case there was a problem with the car that we didn't see right off the bat.

Anyhow, I was deflated. What a way to start my one-day vacation from work!

Happy Independence Day, everyone!

It's nice to be blogging again.

Look for the results of my "no buy" this weekend!

26 August 2012

Waves

Last weekend I took a quick evening ride to Ocean City, NJ. There was just enough time to grab a slice at Manco's Pizza and a black and white cone with colorful jimmies at Kohr Brothers - both requirements when visiting in my opinion.

Despite being the middle of August, the sea breeze was cool as it cascaded my face. Gone were the New Jersey heat and humidity that have held me hostage to enclosed, air-conditioned rooms most of the summer. No, this was a perfect evening. An evening that would be carved in a small room in my mind forever.

I sat on a bench and my mind traveled through time. Random thoughts of trips to the shore came to me; all fighting to be first and foremost.

I could picture buying rabbit foot key chains and eating dinners at Abe's Seafood House in Atlantic City with my parents. Admiring the cool older girls wearing cut-off t-shirts that read "Wildwood '84". So many memories.

And then I remembered the last time I had ever touched the ocean water. (For as much as I love the shore, I never go in the water. I prefer pools with tons of chlorine!)

It was 20 summers ago to be exact. (You can read about that summer here and here.)

It seemed the right time.

I walked gingerly down the sand-packed steps, took off my shoes and felt the thick sand beneath my feet. The tide was quite high and I only had to walk a few yards before the first, thin trickle of water touched me. I shivered and kept walking toward the waves.

Small swells hit my ankles, calves, knees.

I closed my eyes and felt as though I was being taken into the sea every time the waves retreated.

I remembered who I was in the summer of 1992. Who I loved. Who I was in love with. I tried to recall what I thought my life would hold in the following 20 years. Surely I would have found someone to love me forever...to have a family with. But life didn't work out that way. As everyone else moved on, portions of my life stood still.

I have a lovely life - I do. I have amazing friends and I adore my mother, brother, sister-in-law and niece. I have a good job and a good education. But I look at the blessings I've been denied and grow more and more lonesome. I am never going to know the joy of having a child. The odds of getting married grow slimmer every year. No one is ever happy to see me come home at the end of the day because there's no one there.

I finally opened my eyes. I was shin-deep in the water and suddenly tired. I trudged back to the boardwalk. The sand stuck to my wet feet.

I decided I wasn't going to wait another 20 years to feel the cool ocean water splash against my skin. It was time to let go, embrace new experiences and begin another 20-year-chapter of memories.

Who knows what could happen, right?














17 June 2012

What's your middle name? Duck!

I've always had a soft spot in my heart for ducks.

They are such darling little creatures; so gentle. Plus, they way they waddle makes me giggle every time I see it.

HOWEVER,

there are currently 29 ducks who are on my official poop list.

These quackers live in the stream behind my apartment and have taken to laying and pooping on my patio and eating my flowers.

Everyday is a battle...and I'm loosing.

The evil creatures hard at work...

I'm blogging this week to titles inspired by 1980's movies. Today's title is from 16 Candles.

16 June 2012

I'm not really a farmer. I'm a freshman.

Saturday morning I went over to the new Voorhees Town Center Famers Market.

The Voorhees Town Center is what used to be the Echelon Mall and now through October they are hosting a farmers market every Saturday from 8 am - noon.

It's a little on the small side, but is getting bigger. I have been trying to go every week because I think it's good to support local growers and the shopping center needs as much publicity as it can get and hopefully the farmers market will help it along.

If you don't live too far and would like to support your New Jersey growers, come on over!


I'm blogging this week to titles inspired from 1980's movies. Today's title comes from 16 Candles.