Ashes to Ashes...

My mother's ashes finally have a home.

Only her ashes though. Her spirit is at home with the Lord. It arrived there the moment she took her last breath here on Earth on November 9, 2014.

Her shell though...her body...still needed a place to be kept. My choice would have been to sprinkle her ashes but my Dad wanted to keep her close, and have them placed in an urn. I respect that, and so that is where they will be kept.

I think he did a great job of choosing one. I was going to pick one out but didn't have the money to actually order it, so I think he got tired of waiting on me and just did it himself. Once again, my financial situation was an obstacle. Had I chosen, I probably would've gotten this one too.

I love the blue, and the birds...which I will call doves...symbols of peace.

It's amazing to think that this small vessel will hold what was once such a grand woman...the woman who nurtured me, raised me, loved me. But then again, it's only her body (or the remains thereof) that are in there. My MOTHER...will not be in that vessel. My MOTHER is in Heaven, and one day I will see her again. Not recognized by ashes, but by the essence of who she was. I will know her the moment I see her. That thought gives me more joy than anyone can possibly imagine.

Now,Let the DIALOGUE begin: Have you ever had to choose an urn for anyone? If so, what did it look like?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Nothing to Hide

So tonight I did something that's always been VERY difficult for me to do. I let people into my world. The world that I hide behind my smile. The world that really isn't as "together" as folks typically think.

It came by way of my following Facebook post:

"God is sooo good! I'm about to cry. I had to stop & get my oil changed because I've gone too long without getting it done (not in the budget.) I pull up and ask them to do the oil change and NOTHING ELSE because I simply can't afford anything else. They tell me that my right headlight is out (which I already knew) and proceed to tell me how much it'll cost to repair. The could've said $1.00 and it would've been more than I can afford. So I told them that I can't do it today. Then a very kind gentleman in the next car over gets out and asks them, "How much to fix the headlight?" They tell him and he gives them the money for it. I am sooo THANKFUL! Just one less thing for me to figure out as I try to come up with money for the rent in a few days.
No matter how bad things are, I will bless the Lord at ALL times, and this too shall pass."

For the most part, it truly was a testament to God's goodness! I can't tell you how long I have been driving around with my headlight broken. It's been about as long as I've driven around with expired tags...which by the way expired in September. Although I've paid the registration fee, I can't get my tags until I get the smog check, and considering the fact that the "check engine" light has been on for a while, there's just no telling how much the smog check and/or necessary repairs will cost me. Sooo...I haven't gotten it done yet.

In another way, I imagine my post was a subtle cry for help. I'm just kinda tired of struggling in silence. Feeling ashamed about the fact that I'm in the financial mess that I'm in. And the crazy part is that I have a JOB. I actually go to work everyday...yet I'm still in a mess. "Working Poor" is what folks like me are called. We have jobs, yet still can't get ahead. Like hamsters on a treadmill. Going nowhere.

Out of 100+ folks who "liked" the post, 3 offered to help. And I have another friend who has offered to help me even before tonight's post. So in total, that makes FOUR. I am ever so grateful for EVERY offer, yet I struggle with accepting help from folks who I know could used the help as much as I do. On the flip side, I have a LOT of friends who are doing VERY VERY well. Sure, they may have "liked" the post, but they're not trying to reach out and help. That, I must admit, stings a bit. Knowing full well that they CAN help, yet at the same time, knowing that they WON'T.


This whole situation got me to thinking and wondering just why it is that I have such a hard time accepting assistance. One reason is the fact that I can not repay anyone for what they give me, yet I think that most folks would expect to be repaid. So I just don't bother because I'll only end up disappointed.

Others might want to lecture, criticize or judge me for being in the position that I'm in. With that, THIS thought came to mind:
"Don't JUDGE me for being IN this situation, but LOVE me THROUGH it." That's what I need right now...LOVE, SUPPORT, ENCOURAGEMENT...NOT judgment.
Over the past few months and based on some other things that I've previously posted, I've learned that sadly, I have a LOT of judgmental friends. I still love 'em, but I know not to EVER ask them for help. Thankfully though, my compassionate, loving, caring, understanding friends, FAR OUTWEIGH the judgmental ones...THEY are truly blessings.

So...Let the DIALOGUE begin: If you had to ask for help from your friends/family, would you be met with LOVE or JUDGEMENT?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Being Sick and Single SUCKS!

So it's 2:45 in the afternoon and I JUST got out of bed. This never happens...unless...I'm SICK.

I don't get sick often but when I do get sick, I get REALLY sick.

I felt whatever it is coming on yesterday while I was at work. Last night as I tried to sleep (notice, I said TRIED), I could feel my throat closing up. It was so scary. My throat was ON FIRE and CLOSING at the same time. Don't think I've ever had that happen before.

I had plans to go on a day trip today and kept hoping that I'd be well enough to make it. But as the night progressed and morning approached, I realized that it was gonna be a "no go". There's NO WAY I would've made the bus ride and then been able to stay there all day. The last thing I needed was to get all the way out there and be even sicker...waiting for the bus to bring us back.

The crummiest part of all is that there's no one to take care of me. Getting out of bed pretty much zapped me of what little energy I had. So every move had to be carefully thought out before I made it.

I needed Ibuprofen for the aches & pains but I didn't wanna take it on an empty stomach so I had to figure out what I could quickly eat so that I could take the meds. That was quite a feat. I opted for a slice of toast that I only took three bites out of. Took two Ibuprofen and that was enough to wear me out. I found some throat lozenges to suck on while I slept (hoping I wouldn't accidentally swallow one in my sleep) and headed right back to bed.

I'm up and about now, trying not to do too much, and thankfully Jordan is here now (we were supposed to go on the trip together), so if I need to go to urgent care, she'll take me.

Still though...being sick and single SUCKS.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Who takes care of YOU when you're sick? Or do you have to be doctor and patient at the same time as I do?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Nurse Mom

Once again, my beloved Mother journeyed through the day with me. It's been 103 days since she left this life on Earth, yet it still feels like yesterday. I miss my Mom like crazy! I miss going to my parents house and having her come out of her room in her jammies (my Mom was ALWAYS in her jammies), sit with me & the kids and make us laugh with her stories. My Mom was funny without even realizing it most of the time. She'd sit in "her chair" with her spoiled little 13 year old dog "Lazarus" on her lap and ask what we were up to, then tell us her thoughts about it all.

I say that she was with me today because I have felt awful for most of it. My throat hurts (I can feel the nodes starting to swell), my head hurts, and I'm achy. All I could think about was coming home after work and getting right in bed. Well...it's almost 9:30 and I'm still up. Go figure.

In my sickness though, I remembered what my Mom always did for me when I was little. She'd make me chicken noodle soup, and give me 7-Up and sherbert. That was her remedy, and it always worked.

So tonight on my way home I stopped at the store and got some chicken noodle soup and sherbert. Didn't think I needed the 7-up since I have bottles of orange juice here. But if that doesn't work, I'm gonna head right back to the store for that 7-Up.

As I recall, she would give that to me to settle my stomach so that I wouldn't throw up (as much).

As an adult, I can't remember the last time I threw up, so I'm thinkin' I'll be ok without the fizzy drink.

I also went to a Homegoing Service today and my Mother was present with me there too. Every now and then I'd feel myself about to "go there", and then I'd pull myself together and let the moment pass.

Like I said, I miss my Mom like crazy. I wish I could say, "I love you" just one more time. No...MANY more times. I wish I could see her face light up again the way it would when I'd walk into her room. And as I would sit by her side she would introduce me to anybody who walked in, with a smile that went from ear-to-ear.

I was never really sure about whether or not my Mom was proud of me. I'd let her down a LOT growing up, and even as an adult...but the way she beamed over me in those last weeks and days...I realized that she was. I was her "baby girl", and she loved me.

By the way...the picture for tonight's post is of my "Nurse Mom". It was taken in 1972 when she graduated from Nursing School. Ain't she purrrdy?

So...I'm gonna go have a few spoonfuls of sherbert before I head off to bed, but before I do...

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What remedies did your Mom use to make you feel better when you were sick?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Slowly Blowing Away

My life has been in a bit of a whirlwind lately and it's about to enter a TORNADO. I've made a decision that NO ONE will agree with, yet my heart and mind have said that it had to be done. As a result of my decision I am going to need some help. Help WITHOUT JUDGEMENT. At this point I can only pray that I will receive the help that I need. Only time will tell for sure.

I am crumbling.

Falling apart.

Smiling on the outside...breaking down on the inside.

As a result of all that has happened and what is about to happen, the dandelion came to mind. Interestingly, as a child, the dandelion always brought joy as I'd blow on the fragile seed head and watch it blow away in the wind. Now I see it differently. I see myself as that seed head...fragile and slowly being blown away by life...blowing away to nowhere. LOST.

I need help (financially and career wise) yet can't seem to get that help from anyone or anywhere. I'm struggling...by myself...on my own...and it's becoming quite difficult. I'm just not this strong.

Am I ready to give up? Check out. No. That's a faithless move.

Am I ready for some doors to start opening so that I can walk through them...YES. Seems like I've been walking FOREVER and haven't even FOUND the door yet.

Oh well. What can I say?

I never thought that life would be this hard, but not one ever promised that it would be easy either.

Aside from financial help, and a new job (that I will enjoy and STICK WITH), I need PRAYER. I've been praying for myself but I don't think they're being heard...or at least not answered. So maybe someone else can get through on my behalf. For those of you reading this who pray IN THE NAME OF JESUS...please say a prayer for me if you will. Although I need prayer in many areas, the two that I've mentioned are the most pressing right now...FINANCES and A JOB (preferably a job that I can make into a CAREER).

That's all I've got for now. Gonna go read my Bible and get some much needed guidance.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: If you got yourself into a situation that you KNEW folks would negatively judge you for, would you still ask for help?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

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Inside Sales Rep - No Cold-Calling/No Telemarketing
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Forwarding Address...MARS

So there's been a lot of talk in the news lately about sending folks to MARS to colonize the planet. From what I've read, it's going to cost an estimated 6 BILLION dollars to send the first group of 24 folks there.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?!?

I am simply floored!

Do you know how many homeless folk could be HOUSED with that much money? Or how many hungry folks could be FED? How many schools could be BUILT? I could go on and on.

But instead, that money will be spent toward sending folks to a planet that we're not even sure can sustain human life. For all we know, they'll get there (and that's if they even survive the trip), get a few whiffs of that Martian air and DIE. We just don't know!!!

Anyway...I'm curious to see who the candidates actually are, and how many "chocolate folks" are on the list. Spending the rest of ones life on MARS just doesn't seem like the kinda thing that "we" do. But who knows...I may be surprised.

So what are your thoughts?

Let the DIALOGUE begin: If it was GUARANTEED that Mars actually COULD sustain human life, would YOU want to live there?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Who REALLY Has the Last Word?

So a couple days ago a friend of mine posted on Facebook about this new thing where you can designate someone to have access to your page and post on your behalf AFTER DEATH.

I thought it was a joke. I mean really...what's the point? Why would anybody want that?

Well...today ANOTHER friend posted in more detail about the subject and apparently it's REALLY an option. It's called a "Legacy Contact" and so that you can see what it's all about for yourself, I will include the link to the info at the bottom of this post.

But it really made me think. Personally, I find it a bit creepy. When I die, that's it...I don't want ANYBODY posting on my behalf. I mean...who can say what I say better than me? NOBODY. I have my own voice and wouldn't want anyone else trying to mimic it.

And let's be honest...folks don't "get me" as it is while I'm alive...I can only imagine someone trying to "get me" after my earthly life is over. NO THANKS, I'LL PASS.

Now, I understand that even without this whole "Legacy Contact" thing, folks would still be able to post on my page, and I have no problem with that. My only issue is having folks post AS ME.

From what I understand, sometimes families will want a deceased person's page removed (for whatever reason), and I understand that too. But I think it's also kinda nice to just leave the page "as is".

When I think about my own page, I think of it as the "legacy" that I will leave behind for others to remember who I was and what I was about in this life. This is the primary reason why I keep 99% of my posts positive and upbeat. A)Because that really IS how I am in life, and B)Who wants to look back on a bunch of angry, bitter, negative, sad posts? That's NOT how I EVER want to be remembered. So you will find VEERRRYYYY little of that on MY page.

Interestingly, I've often wondered if folks WILL post anything on my page after I'm gone, and if so, how much of it will even get through. After having one too many hideous photos of myself posted, I quickly learned how to set my page to where I have to review most stuff in order for it to show up on my timeline. So...if I'm not here to review it...hmmm...

Enough about me though.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: Would you want someone posting on YOUR behalf after you're gone?

Talk to me (while I'm alive)!

Til next time...

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What's That Smell?

Most folks who know me would probably agree that I'm a "no-frills" kinda gal.

Other than mascara (and Chapstick), I don't wear makeup.

Now that my hair has gotten a little length back, I pretty much keep it in a ponytail (when straight) or in a big poofy Afro (when natural).

My FAVORITE attire is Jeans, t-shirt/tank top, and/or flip-flops, sandals, tennis shoes.

But there IS one thing that I do that's kinda "frilly". I like to smell good.

And I don't mean the typical "bathes daily" kinda smell good, but I mean there are certain fragrances that I like to wear to enhance my "smell good-ness".

I have two fragrances that I really like...one a little more than the other.

They are:

Miracle by Lancome
and
Light Blue by Dolce and Gabbana

I LOVE LIGHT BLUE!

Because I wear these fragrances daily, I keep them both in my car. That way I can spritz a little before I get to wear I'm going.

WELL...a couple weeks ago I must've left my car unlocked and when I got in it the next day I noticed that something was missing. My bottle of Miracle was still where I keep it, but my Light Blue was gone...just GONE. That sucked!

I'm glad that whoever took it didn't take anything else from my car, nor did they take the car...but I hate the fact that they took my FAVORITE fragrance.

So...once I get my financial situation in order, I will be buying myself another bottle because I really miss it...and I mean REALLY REALLY miss it.

So...how 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: Is there a particular fragrance that YOU like to wear?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Which Came First?

Ok. So tonight's post made me giggle, and maybe it'll have you giggling too.

Earlier today I was with my nieces and "Joe" came up in conversation. One of them had already met him at my Mom's memorial service but the other two had not. So I showed them his picture.

Wouldn't you know it, they said, "He looks just like...ummm, what's his name...you know, the guy who played in "Why Did I Get Married"..."

Which was quickly followed by, "Lamman Rucker...yeah, that's who he looks like!"

I just had to laugh.

Anybody who knows me well knows that I absolutely ADORE Lamman Rucker. I have for YEARS. And one of these days I AM going to meet him. I think he is absolutely GORGEOUS, and from what I've gathered, he has a nice, kind-hearted personality...just like my Joe.

So...is it a coincidence that Joe just so happens to look like my celebrity crush? Or do I like Lamman Rucker as much as I do because he reminds me so much of Joe? Hmmmm...

Anywhoo...I'm gonna post a pic of Lamman Rucker for those who don't know who he is, and I WISH (oh how I wish) I could post of pic of Joe (yes, I do have one) so that you can see the uncanny resemblance. One day, maybe...but not today.

Now that you know who MY celebrity crush is...Let the DIALOGUE begin: Who is YOUR celebrity crush?

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Til next time...

I'll Get By With a Little Help From My Friends (and Family)

So it's been almost a week since my last post and I've gotta be honest and say that it was because I've had no Internet. She without Internet is without blogging capabilities.

There just isn't enough money to go around for everything I need, and if you knew how humbly and meagerly I live you'd know just how sad that statement is.

But, I got paid today and had just enough money to get the Internet back. I still need new tires for my car, an oil change, a smog check, and who knows what else to get the "check engine" light to go off. And those are just a FEW of the things I need.

Bottom line...its rough...REALLY rough. And I really don't know WHAT I'm doing wrong. I go to work everyday and just don't have enough to get me through.

Can't tell you how many times I've wanted to start a "Go Fund Me" campaign to simply ask friends and family to donate whatever they can to help me out a bit. Not asking for a LOAN. I'm asking for a GIFT (because I can't pay it back). I'm STRUGGLING, and just need enough to help me get my head above water because right now, I'm drowning.

Anyway...so that's where I've been, and now I'm back. Hoping that my "financial ship" will turn itself around SOON and VERY soon.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: How's YOUR financial situation? Can you let me hold a $20 (please)?

Talk to me...

Til next time!

LOVE...and other things

Lately I've been thinking a lot about HAPPINESS, and how differently we each attain and define it.

Maybe I've been thinking about it because I've been so very happy recently. Unlike most folks though, my happiness has not come from anything tangible. Even though I got paid on Friday, I have NO money to even get me through this week...yet I am happy.

I need an oil change, a smog check, tags are expired on the car, rent's late...and yet...I'm happy. Don't get me wrong...having money would make me happier because there's no joy in struggling, yet I don't find my situation to be an "end of the world" type thing. Truth be told, if I thought I could ask friends and family for some money to help me get through, I would...in a heartbeat. I just don't think anyone would be willing (and I'm referring to those who are VERY able...not those who are struggling as I am).

What makes ME happy is LOVE. Having SOMEONE to love, and having someone to love BACK. Teddy Pendegrass said it best:

"It's so good, loving somebody and somebody loves you back..."

That's plenty for me. Love helps me make it through these hard times.

Interestingly, you can pretty easily determine what makes folks happy by looking at their Facebook posts. For LOTS of folks, it's ALCOHOL. For others, it's DINING out...a LOT. Then there are those who appear to be happy based on what they HAVE. And others, on what they've ACCOMPLISHED.

I'm not knocking any of that. Those things make those folks happy and that's what makes us all UNIQUE.

Some folks couldn't care less about love, being loved and having someone to love. I feel that way about alchohol. You can keep it 'casuse it does NOTHING for me.

But having someone to love and being loved in return...oh my! Now we're talkin'!

So how 'bout you? Let the DIALOGUE begin: What makes YOU happy?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

My Bi-Polar Life

Lately my life has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Actually...not lately, but for a very long time now...YEARS.

But just recently I've noticed how so many aspects are polar opposites of each other.

When it comes to my career...I'm down...waaaay down.
When it comes to love...I'm up...waaay up (and so very happy).
When it comes to my finances...I'm down. Abymsally down.
When it comes to my friends and family...I'm up.

As you can see...all of those things are part of my daily life. So throughout the day I can be up one minute...down the next...up again. It's crazy really.

But anyway...at THIS very moment in time, I am UP and happy.

That's all for now. Lots to do.

Oh, and for the record...I did NOT say that I am bi-polar...I said that my LIFE is. There's a difference...a HUGE difference.

But before I go...Let the DIALOGUE begin: How stable is YOUR life?

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Til next time...

If Only You Knew

OK! So!

Two days ago something life-changing happened. POSITIVELY life-changing. As you can probably guess...it involves "Joe". As if he didn't surprise me enough last Wednesday by making me dinner...this latest thing has even topped THAT.

No...we're not married (yet).
No...we're not engaged (yet).

But based on these latest events, I am prayerfully expecting those things to be just around the corner. At this very moment I am grinning ear-to-ear just thinking about it.

I will say this though...a few days ago I remember saying a prayer. A very SPECIFIC prayer. I now believe that what happened two days ago (which was the day AFTER I said my specific prayer), was God's answer to that prayer. And I am simply overjoyed.

Ok...enough about me.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What specific prayer of yours has God answered lately?

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Til next time...

Sweetness is My Weakness

Since my 26 pound weight loss in 2012, I have gained back ALL 26 pounds PLUS 7 more. THAT my friends, is a damn shame.

After watching the numbers on the scale creep up week after week, I finally decided that SOMETHING has to to change.

If I remember nothing else from the weight loss challenge that I was in, I remember this: Weight loss is 80% what goes into your mouth and 20% exercise.

So I had to ask myself...WHAT'S been going in my mouth.

The answer...LOTS of stuff.

But I thing the major culprit is SUGAR. So much so, that I think I'm ADDICTED.

I have been having sugar EVERYDAY. Most mornings start off with sugar...pan dulce with a hot cup of tea. 270 calories worth of Mexican Sweet Bread. Delicioso!!!

Once I told myself that I'd stop having the pan dulce everyday, someone bought a Mississippi Mud Cake to work. So of course, I've been having a slice of THAT in the morning.

Thennn...A co-worker was selling Girl Scout Cookies and yes...I bought a box.

So as you can see...I have been OUT OF CONTROL.

Until today.

Today was my 1st SUGAR-FREE day. I did NOT have pan dulce. I did NOT have Mississippi Mud Cake. I did NOT have Girl Scout Cookies. In fact...I gave those away.

What I DID have, was a horrible headache.

I don't know if it was my body missing sugar or a hormonal thing, but man...it was nothin' nice.

Nevertheless...I didn't give in and I got through Day 1. My goal is to get through 7 days without sugar and see if I notice any changes.

Now...Let the DIALOGUE begin: How are you with SUGAR? Are you addicted as well, or is it just not your thing?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Ten Life-Changing Dollars

Lots on my mind today. So much happening. So much to make happen.

Based on a lot of what's going on in my life right now, I posted the following on Facebook:

"Transparent Tuesday: I often wonder how much better this world would be if people could ask for help from their friends & family when they NEED it...and actually RECEIVE that help WITHOUT judgment and/or condemnation. Yes, many people are in messes that they've created for themselves. I'm one of those people. Yet in the process, lessons are learned and they simply need loving, caring, NON-CRITICIZING hands to help lift them up and out. Instead, most of us are forced to "go it alone"...and THAT is never easy."

I posted it because I NEED HELP. I feel so lost lately. Lost in my job. Lost in my finances. Just LOST.

What I really need is MONEY and a BREAK.

I often think about starting a "Go Fund Me" campaign and ask each of my FB friends to give just $10.00 each. Just TEN DOLLARS. That's nothing really, yet it would help me TREMENDOUSLY. It would allow me to FINALLY breathe, instead of gasping for every breath of air.

So anyway. That's tonight's post. I NEED HELP!

I am so very thankful for the few who offered to help, yet they are in as dire a situation as I. I simply wouldn't feel right taking ANYTHING from them.

No matter how bleak things are right now...I will continue to trust God and know that He is much bigger than any problem I am facing. And His track-record is FLAWLESS, so I'm not worried.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: If you needed monetary assistance...and I mean SUBSTANTIAL monetary assistance...would YOUR friends and family offer to help?

Talk to me!

Til next time...

Where Is The Love?

So there's this nine week class that I'm taking and most of the folks in the class are couples. There are two engaged couples, a few married couples, and about 3 single folks.

There's one married couple that catches my attention each week. They appear to be in their sixties, and they seem like the types who were hippies back in the "Seventies". That part doesn't bother me...heck, I think hippies are kinda cool.

But what draws my attention to them is how cold and loveless their relationship appears to be. They don't sit next to each other in class. I never see them speak to each other. And when they join in on the group discussions, either she speaks, or he does but their comments tend to point fingers at each other.

Who knows. I'm no expert on relationships but I know that I would never want one that's cold and loveless...even if it's only based on outward appearances. In my relationship I want folks to be able to see the love that my partner (husband) and I have for each other without ever saying the words. Not that we have to engage in obnoxious PDAs, but just that when folks look at us, they'll know.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What is the most loving example of a relationship that you know of?

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Til next time...

I'm Feelin' Fine...

So tonight I'm gonna write about yesterday.

Yesterday was special...REALLY special.

As you've probably guessed, yes...it involved "Joe", and this time some of his family. I wish I could share EVERYTHING that went on yesterday, but the timing isn't quite right just yet.

I will say this...I swung by his place and when I arrived, his Mom and some close family friends were already there. As soon as I walked in one of them said, "Well hello. You're the one he's been waiting for...checking the door every 2 minutes. We've heard a LOT about you."

I took that to mean that they've heard GOOD things.

So I hung out with them all for a bit and had a really good time, with some "interesting" topics of conversation. Again...not yet ready to share what those were...I'll just say that I left with an ear-to-ear grin and on top of "Cloud 9".

Let the DIALOGUE begin: When was the last time something (or someone) made you feel like you were on "Cloud 9"?

Talk to me!

Til next time...