2010

As I look over the year, I ponder on what I have accomplished and what taken place in my life. There is nothing that I would take back and nothing I would change.

2010 will be the most memorable for me because it is the year that I lost my mother. She showed me love and left an impression on me of what a mother should be. I only hope that I could be half the mom she was.

In February, I skied my first black.



In June, I rode more than half way across America on my bicycle.



In August, I competed in my first triathlon.



October, I lost a love. I learned to listen to my heart and make decisions for ME.

My resolutions/goals for the year are:
1. To continue trying things, going places, and doing things that I have never done before.
2. Race in a team time trial or individual time trial.
3. Ride my bike to Boston.
4. Progress in my profession/career.

So it is written, so it will be. I want to look back next year and see how far along I have come.

May you have a wonderful and prosperous New Year filled with many blessings!

A Year of Firsts

The holidays have me at a loss for words and on an emotional roller coaster. They say that the first year after losing a loved one is a year of firsts.

We made it. (We meaning Dad and I.) Dad and I spent most of Christmas Eve and Christmas day together, either at his house, friends of the family, or at my god-parents house. It is nice having my new best friend to run around town with. He’s an ol’ guy, but I still love ‘em!

The house was quiet. Popo went back to his house for the weekend and we missed hearing the sliding of his house slippers gliding over the tile floor. The only noises came from Rambo, the parrot, saying “Oh my guad” and from the three dogs growling and barking at each other. Thankfully nothing was chewed and I am lucky to still have my replacement phone intact.

Mom’s presence was with us in spirit and will always be.

Santa Baby

Christmas is approaching and my ring tone for this time of year is Santa Baby. I hear Madonna singing the song with her sexy voice.

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Boo doo bee doo



Really, I am not a materialist person but the song always brightens my day. Truthfully, I am sad without Mom. The phone ringing is a small reminder every time someone calls me, to cheer up. Each day it gets better. Little by little. Step by step.

My Guy

I started looking for a new guy in my life. Maybe I am rushing things but I REALLY want to get on with my life, as I see it in my dreams. Then something happened.

I stopped and looked around.

This is was I saw.



My nephew Michael, my great-grandfather, and my father. Without even looking far, my life is surrounded my men. Nothing could make me happier!

Let me introduce you to my new best friend. He is my father.



Since Mom pasted away I lost my best friend but I have a new best friend in my father. I talk to him like he is Mom and surprisingly, he listens. He gets me and is more open to share his feelings. We talk everyday and visit at least once a week. I find myself at the house staying for hours.

This is what Mom wanted and I am elated with the bond my family has started to form.

Pop Dancing

There is no way I would let you down and not share my story from the weekend. This picture says it all with the look on my face. D gave me permission to publish his picture. At least that is what I heard. Hopefully, he could hear me over the ear busting music. I believe I am a little more deaf today.



After drinking a couple of margaritas we headed over to a local club in town. The story goes that this club plays 80’s music. It turns out they play a mix of 80’s music and the latest hits are broadcasted on a local radio station. We hear that we should fit into the crowd easily since it’s supposedly an older crowd. But, not so much. The crowd ended up being a VERY young group and a little rough around the edges. The dancing is hip hop.

Two boys pop dancing brought me a smile. It was SO cool! There was a circle around them and they were sliding and popping all over the place. D grabbed me and started to teach me. We danced song, after song, after song. I had a blast trying to pick up the moves. Though it didn’t really work for me, it was fun trying.

I have three more weeks of dancing then seriously, I am going to get serious about training.

Wanna Play Ball?

Are you going to throw me the ball or are you going to just stand there?