“Start” Must Be My Most Used Word

startWhere to start? Really. Where to start …. again? I bet if I did a most used word search for my last few years of writing 50 Pound Monkey, that it might possibly reveal that I use the word “start” like a broken record. I do a lot of starting. I suppose that means I do a lot of stopping and wandering off the trail. I do love the scenic route, and I’m so easily distracted by life. I think that for the most part, it’s a gift. I find wonder and joy (and cookies) everywhere I look, and shiny things and squirrels, but it’s okay. It’s okay because I don’t give up. I get distracted. There is a difference.

My good intentions may not lead me from point A to point B directly, but honestly, I’ve never been good at straight lines or by-the-book living. That’s not exactly true, I do tend to follow rules; oh who am I kidding? If the rules are black and white, for flip’s sake, they obviously need a little something something. I’m always throwing in color, paint, adjectives, creative doodles and purposely taking the long way around. That’s just me. I do believe that I’ll get there eventually, and I know that someday, I’ll have to be the boss of me, but dammit, when I or anyone else tells me what to do, I get that head tilt thing and, well, I’m a bit of a snotty rebellious sort.

However, Ideal Protein has been my friend this go round. I started (again) almost two months ago and I’m getting close to 20 pounds gone. That makes me happy. No brainers are good things. If I’m not thinking too much, I don’t get as creative or off course. It might help that I’ve got so many other things in my world that are lighting me up. Music, mostly. I come from a long line of singers and musicians. I didn’t have much time or inclination toward music when growing up because I was consumed with every sport, friends, boys and things young girls get distracted by. I loved music, played clarinet and a bit of piano, but we didn’t have vocal opportunities beside the big round fireplace at the old family ranch with all the extended family. We sang on car rides with my mom playing the Ukelele in the front seat too, but mostly I left the real singing to my dad. He’s got an awesome voice.

A year or two ago, I started voice lessons because I hated that I was so shy to sing. I need to clarify. I am not shy. I could talk to the fence post and probably make it laugh, but singing, well now, that’s a completely different level of intimacy. Fast forward past my 50 before 50 challenge, my first music gig and all of the sudden, I’ve written my first song. I’m completely hooked. Why did I not know that this was such a huge part of me? I found my voice at 48.5.  It’s all I want to do. I’d rather sing and write than eat. It’s hard to sing when you’re trying to swallow! Someday, when we’re finished producing it, and it’s out there as a demo, I’ll post it. You probably won’t have to wait long. We want to re-work the IMG_1291 (2)bridge. By we, I mean me and the most amazing producer/musical freaking genius and I kid you not, I am not exaggerating. Eddy Hobizal is amazing. Perfect pitch, and literally freaked me out the first time we met. “Okay, sing the chorus, if that’s what you’ve got. Sing how you think it should go.” I started singing, and within seconds his hands were on the exact right notes and he was literally playing my song. I stopped suddenly and said, “What the actual f*ck just happened? How did you do that?” And a beautiful miracle happened. My words from my heart, played out in the universe in melody and happy vibrations. That’s soul food.

We also bought an Airstream and named her Buttercup. I love her.  She’s magical. I wrote a piece about that on my other blog called Tiny Living Resource.


Tennis is happening too. I’ve signed up for a tournament at the end of the month. It’s a tourney I’ve always wanted to play. It’s an age group thing, and I’ve never played in one of those. Usually, I play tournaments where we play by level, by NTRP rating. I’ll be playing women’s 50s singles. This means I could be playing anyone, regardless of their rating. I could play a pro, or someone just starting. It’s likely that my butt will be presented back to me on a platter, but if they’re serving vodka with it, I’m good with that. The knee, and there’s some wood touching and knocking going on right here right now, has been good. Really good. I never thought I’d feel “normal” with that knee ever again. It took so long, but holy cow it feels so good!

Life’s good right now. It always is. There is always something to discover, to enjoy, to ponder, to study and to create. You can always stretch yourself and learn something new you didn’t know about you. You’ve got the ability to live life, get distracted and start again. Just don’t give up.

Start. And then, start again.

It’s all good.

If you miss me, come see what I’m doing by following my ventures and adventures at:

AdVerb Creative Facebook

Tiny Living Resource Blog Facebook Page

Rooneys Adventures (a new blog about our big and little adventures)




Dumb Bells and %*@$ Gym Mirrors

I dragged myself out of the house around 8pm to go to the gym. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t. The hubs was going and I’d been complaining all day because I hadn’t gotten my arm workout in before my sales meeting. Work, I swear, gets in the way… daily! Sticking to that one for the minute. So, I’m feeling pretty good that I’m actually in the car on the way to the gym. I’m thinking that I’m living in the now. (I even wrote about my journey back to now.) It’s a good thing. Really. I’m training myself and I know that it’s actually helping Continue reading “Dumb Bells and %*@$ Gym Mirrors”

Low Carb Fluff, Delicious Fluffy Fluffiness and How I Got Back Here

I’ve been away lately. Well, not away, away as in on a big adventure somewhere, but you know, I’ve been avoiding my blog, whilst adventuring on as we do in our regular lives. And, shockingly, but not, I’ve changed weight loss strategies again. I’ve circled around, probably passed go, but wasn’t handed the Monopoly money on the way round. Why do I go through strategies, like socks? Seriously? I don’t know. I think that Continue reading “Low Carb Fluff, Delicious Fluffy Fluffiness and How I Got Back Here”

Tacos And Music Saved My Soul

So… I’ve been back on Ideal Protein for a few weeks. I’ve lost 10 pounds, but it’s been hard won. Part of the deal with IP is that you’re not supposed to really exercise. You’re in ketosis and you have no reserves. I’ve been playing tennis and trying to mountain bike. It’s not working. It’s soooo not working! Yes, I’m losing weight but it’s, in fact, making me miserable. My happy self has gone on strike and left me here with grumpy boots and weepy Wanda. Remember my “It Sucks to Suck” post? Well, it does.

I didn’t really quite understand that whole wanting to cry thing that I wrote about. I couldn’t comprehend Continue reading “Tacos And Music Saved My Soul”

Whoa Nelly!!! I love you so…

nellynmeI adore my lovely Nelly. She rides like the wind, well, like the winded when we’re rocking the hills. Okay, rocking might be too strong a word. Rocking Continue reading “Whoa Nelly!!! I love you so…”

Prescription: Nature

If I were a doctor, I’d be writing this prescription all day long. Truly. I’ve been known to have withdrawal and require nature in large doses. So, watch this parody on those stupid drug ads. It’s genius, and I don’t just mean creatively. I believe that nature is the answer to many, many issues. Some of my favorite lines Continue reading “Prescription: Nature”

A Taco Happened


That’s how a friend described my text. Two of my best girls seem to always be on this journey with me. Sometimes we take our own roads, diet paths so to speak, but they always seem to parallel me; except when I run around in the woods chasing squirrels, hugging trees and wondering what the hell happened to that trail I was on. Then, we diverge for awhile until I find my way back. Somehow we, all three of us separately, decided to do the Body For Life plan all at the same time. It’s the ONE Continue reading “A Taco Happened”

Confessions of a Serial Dumb Dumb

So, happy hour was all well and good. I met a good friend at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We had a few cocktails, a few appetizers and enjoyed engaging and often deep conversations. Everything was right with the world as I drove home… up until the point where I was blinded by the glowing neon sign that declared “hot now” at the Krispy Kreme. Oh don’t act like it’s not a temptation. On a regular day I wouldn’t even look at the sign. I pointedly ignore it. Today however, let’s just say my eyes wandered. I passed by and immediately did a U-turn whipped into the parking lot and walked in for my hot now doughnut. I proceeded to order a dozen of assorted flavors that my family enjoys fully anticipating that everyone would be happy for a treat! Who was I kidding? How many do you think I actually made it home? The truth is, happy hour has now gone bad, really, really, bad. Not only did I eat a thousand million bajillion calories of sugar, I have injured myself with the evil gluten therein. I am gluten intolerant. Gluten makes my hands break out and itch and peel and bleed. It really sucks. However, in recent years it also makes my stomach hurt. So three hours post Krispy Kreme doughnut binge, my stomach is swollen like a pregnant person. I feel nauseated, and I have a headache. I am a complete and utter dumb dumb.  

A miserable dumb dumb!! Sigh.  When will I learn? When????


It’s Definitely A Sign !

HHglassAbout two hours before I was scheduled to go get my body fat scan today, they called to reschedule me! Happy Hour is on!!! It was a sign, I’m sure of it!

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: