I just cant’t EVEN…

It’s taken me a couple of days to get my thoughts straight on the terrorist attack at Pulse early Sunday morning. Actually, I’m not sure they are straight, but, then, how does one really get their mind wrapped around a senseless mass killing of any kind?

The fact that this asshole targeted the LGBT community upsets me, but worse than that? The comments and judgemental bullshit that I’ve been seeing on news sites and in social media REALLY upset me!

I was raised Catholic, and then I kind of transitioned into a non-denominational Christian church in my teen years and then kind of found my own spiritual path in my 30’s. I used to be fairly fluent in the Bible, and my take-away from my active years in the church is this: sin is sin in God’s eyes. PERIOD.

Lie about something? Sinner! Cheat on your spouse? Sinner! Didn’t go back to the store when you realized the cashier didn’t ring something up? Sinner! Ever say, “No, your ass doesn’t look big in those jeans?” Sinner. Sleep with someone you weren’t married to? SINNER! Just saying..

That said? These Bible thumping so and so’s are spouting off scripture about the heathen lifestyle of Sunday’s victims; that God, himself, cleansed the world of 49 sinners by way of some radical Islamic domestic terrorist? Are you for real? Seriously? You’re killing me, Smalls! 😡

Had this been an assault on a specific ethnic group, or religious sect? I’m pretty sure all the same people that are blasting the LGBT community would be scrambling to be first in line for the sympathy train.

Want to see something moving and sensible from a religious leader (and a Catholic one at that?) go to Father Jim Martin’s Facebook page and watch his video about Sunday’s attack. It might open your eyes, although I like to think that my readers are more like me than like the folks that are judging.

For my Christian readers? Sin is sin in God’s eyes, and also? Judge not lest ye be judged (Matthew 7:1). Just saying.

A little something to think about…

My heart, thoughts and prayers go out to the victims, their families, the survivors and their families after Sunday’s massacre. Peace be with them all! 💔

Until next time…


My grand baby, Bruce, was kind enough to teach me a powerful lesson this weekend.

LOT of crap has gone down in my life, both personally and professionally, over the past six weeks or so. Being who I am? I’ve taken all the hits personally, but after spending yesterday evening with my daughter and grandson? I’ve gotten some shit in perspective.

He threw his keys out of the pack and play, waaaay out of reach.

“Uh-ohhhhh!” He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face.

I retrieved them for him and handed them back. A few seconds passed. He threw them out again.

“Uh-ohhhhhh!” he squealed, with a grin.

And on and on it went; all smiles and giggles.

It took until tonight for the light to come on.

The big “uh-oh’s,” like a cancer diagnosis, the need for a triple bypass, a divorce, or a death can’t be laughed off. I get that. This little things? you know them; petty issues at the office, a spilled rum and coke, your house not being visitor ready for surprise guests? Those are the “Uh-oh’s” that can be laughed at, like the keys thrown out of the play-pen.

Lesson learned? Don’t sweat the small shit so that you can focus on what is really important in your life.

Tell me about your “ah-ha” moments and what you learned from them.

Until next time…

It’s The Little Things

Aren’t they adorable?

I’ve been in a bit of a slump, lately.

Work has been all-encompassing in that I’m working on a major project that will change the way my office does business. To me? It’s kind of a big deal because its completion will allow four people to advance professionally.

In my quest for world domination I may have bitten off a little more than I could chew. I’ll address that in another post one of these days.

The end result was quite a bit of job burnout, and I found myself taking a much needed spur of the moment staycation.

It gave me the downtime I needed, as well as the time I needed to take care of some things in the yard.

Garden Zen Space

We finally ordered the metal roofing for the pergola-zebo, which came in the week I went back to work, then built new railing and stairs for the deck, and added lighting. At the end of the week we drove to an old friend’s house to catch up with someone we hadn’t seen in a decade or more! She has this amazing yard and a loyal group of bandits that visit her nightly (see the raccoon picture above).

Last week I dreaded going back to work, just because I didn’t want to stop being as relaxed as I’d been the week prior, but found that doing little things that are important to me kept the stress monster somewhat at bay; hammock time under the lights, Netflix in the tub, installing the roof; it all helped.

Metal roof on the pergola-zebo

To further shake things up? Nana went out and got a piercing.

I know. A little more radical than usual, but I’d been wanting to get my tragus pierced for a while and this afternoon I finally went out and did it.

The tragus is the part attached to me face.

Sometimes one has to just make some small changes to the routine to break up the monotony, and that’s just what I did, and will continue to do so, because all work and nothing else makes Jules just hateful.

What do you do to get and stay out of a rut? How do you shake things up a little?

Until next time…