Technology on a Personal Level…


Siri! Play **** for me. Why did she ignore me?????

I’ve been a Siri freak since I got my last iPhone and upgraded iPad about 18 months ago.

I use the standard Siri voice on my phone, but set my tablet Siri to a hot sounding Dundee-sequence Aussie male. Don’t judge me.

I would get bored and try to coax Siri into telling me jokes. I also tried asking her where to bury a body, and her response? “I used to know the answer to this.” Huh? On jokes? There have (sadly) been times when I’ve been alone and bored that I have literally cajoled Siri into telling me a joke. Okay…once. She ONCE told me a joke, after all that pestering. :/

I purchased an Echo Dot last winter after moving to my new office, thinking she would be a great way to stream music into my office. I didn’t realize, at the time, that my new office was in a cellular/wireless dead-zone, being located right outside of Radiology. 😳 I ended up bringing Alexa-Dot home, figuring she could stream our music to our Bluetooth speaker in out pool house. She was/is amazing! So much so that we upgraded our wireless speakers! 😍


To say these speakers are good? Understatement. They are more than likely amazing indoors!

Now you may have noticed, by now, that I am referring to Alexa and Siri as, “she” (or “he,” if I am using my tablet), and for that I really should apologize. I grew up with a generation that thought AI (artificial intelligence) would never exist, but hoped that TV phones would. (Hello, Skype, Facebook Messenger, etc…).

I also use both Siri and Alexa to set timers, find weather information and local news.

Is it odd, that at almost 52 years of age, that I am referring to my technology as a person?

With that, I give you the following: (Quotes on actual usage)

“Sometimes she has brain-farts”
-Me, on Alexa.

“The past, present & future walk into a bar. It was Tense.”
-Siri, after getting her to FINALLY tell me a joke.

“She HATES me!”
-Me, after asking Alexa to do something for me.
“You called her by the wrong nam.”
-My husband after I called Alexa, “Siri.” Whoops!


That said? I’m not sure whether to be scared or amused…because where I come from? This shit is science fiction!

Until next time…

Network Marketing At Its Finest…


First frame is before use, second is after ONE use, third is after one month.

Those of you who know me personally know that I have tried multi-level marketing (MLM or Network Marketing) in the past. I signed on with a popular cosmetics MLM THREE times. I epically failed all three times.

Once bitten, twice shy x 3, don’t you know. 😖

I can see where I went wrong all three times; the first time I was a baby – all of 18 with no work ethic. The second time? I just didn’t care, to be honest. Just give me half-priced product that didn’t really make me look any better or worse. The third time? Over-saturated market.

That being said? I have a friend that I have worked with before (I designed a logo for her some years back and interviewed her on a fitness-related post  a couple of years ago) who was looking to get out of corporate life and go into something that would give her enough income to walk away from her full-time corporate job and part-time retail job. She signed up for a couple of MLM opportunities, but the one that let her quit all of the jobs is what I want to share with you tonight.

For the most part, my day job doesn’t always suck up my soul, but then I have weeks like this one. So much to do and so little time, so yes, it can be a soul sucker.

History out of the way, I signed up for one of her MLM opportunities, simply because my hair, quite literally, sucked. I did it to help a sister out and because I wanted better hair. To be honest? I had three decent bald spots, one of which was totally visible, no matter how much my admin assistant futzed with it to try and cover it up.

I’ve dealt with thinning and bald spots since middle school and have spent a crap-ton of money to fix that mess, so when Lisa signed on with this company? I signed on not only to help her out, but to see if this product delivered what it promised.

Go figure! It did! I worked my business for a couple months, until all hell broke loose here (just after the holidays), but still used my product religiously.


See the difference?

As you can see, it delivered, and then some. I’ve trimmed my hair a couple of times since the original pictures were taken, so my length isn’t anything to write home about, but my bald spots are sooooo much smaller, and that, alone is a big fat hairy deal! (No pun intended.)

Now, I am not going to ask you to sign up under me or anyone else. I am, however, sharing that I have a product that has worked for me (as well as my husband) and if you think that this could help you? Shoot me an email or comment your email address below.

For the first time in my adult life I have found a product that delivers what was promised, and I would be totally remiss in NOT sharing this with you guys!

Until next time….

Death and the Dysfunctional Family…


Don’t mind us…we are only legit, but, hey….

Ordinarilly, I would joke about how we put the “fun” in dysfunction. Not so much today, however.

A month or so ago my father-in-law had a fatal heart attack behind the wheel of his car, crashed through a couple of fences and died on the spot. This happened around noon. We got a text from my sister-in-law in another state about six hours later that stated, “I’m sure you’ve already heard Pa’s dead.”

Do WHAT???


Nobody called us. Not his mom, not his brother. NOBODY.

My one remaining brother-in-law was tasked, per my husband’s mom, to call a few select people regarding the old man’s death. My two sisters-in-law and my husband and I were not on that list. Our nephew was called, and he, of course, called his mom, and that is how we found out.

Apparently, in sick old seniors’ minds, they had forgotten about the many times over the past year that my husband had driven out there to do home improvements for them. My MIL stated that if we couldn’t come when the old man was alive, none of us deserved to be around at his passing. WTactualF is that about?

I contacted our aunt, who lives next door to J’s parents to ask her just that. She told me that the old man had some funny ideas and that my MIL was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Okay. We bought that.

The following day, our aunt texted us about the memorial service arrangements that would be held on the in-law’s property the following Saturday. She’d asked my MIL if she could pass that info along to the other three kids. She was told that she could, but that we were all probably so mad at her that we wouldn’t want to go.

That opened a door for my husband to walk through, so he called his mom, told her nobody was angry at her, that we were all sorry for her loss and that we would see her at the service. A few more words were exchanged, and she actually hung up on him. (???)

A few hours later, she called him back and told him we were not welcome at the service, and that our daughter wasn’t, either, because she’d snubbed them at our local WalMart store. Not exactly feasible, as she lives on the other side of the county, and doesn’t shop at our store, so a perceived slight. He told her that she was tired and speaking out of grief and encouraged her to sleep on it and call him the next day.

She did.

That’s when she told him she’d slept on it and that none of us were welcome, that we were dead to her and to have a nice life. 😳

So in one fell swoop my husband lost both parents. Just like that.

At that point, once we got over the initial shock, we thought to invite all of the “outcasts” to our house for wings and beer at the same time as the service. My sister-in-law, her daughter, a couple nephews, my step-daughter, her SO and our grandson came and we had a lovely time. We all reconnected and it was healing for all of us.

I won’t speak of things that I didn’t experience, but I will say that my husband’s family defined dysfunctional when the kids were growing up. Some of the things he and his sisters have told me about their family life have both curled and straightened my hair. Granted, I grew up in a Cleaver or “Father Knows Best” kind of family, I was admittedly sheltered, but these things? Maybe it’s just better that the three offspring not in their father’s “good graces” cut their losses and move on.

Death makes family foes, oftentimes, and this was an extreme case.

All of that said? The old man’s passing brought many of us closer, and for that? I am thankful.

For the rest of you? If you have a healthy family? Cherish them!