Deb, The Long Goodbye

This is a photo of myself and my BFF, Deb, taken a little over five years ago.

That night as we sat sipping our beers, listening to some great music and shaking our tail feathers and laughing until we cried because we are both people watchers and HUGE smart asses and boy did we have a plethora of drunk assholes and desperate whores to make fun of that particular evening.

Who would have EVER fathomed just a few short years later, I would be watching her die.

As Deb becomes sicker and sicker with her terminal cancer, I always pull out this picture to remind myself how quickly your entire life can change. Practically in the blink of an eye.

My dearest Debbie,

I’ll be by your side until we kick this cancers ass, or I will gently hold you as you transition into another journey, but make no mistake, I’ll be there until the sweet bitter end if it comes to that. I’ll never let go!! I love you Deb♥️

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This My Friends Are Why I’m Still Proud To Be An American

Former Senate Majority Leader Bob Dole was helped out of his wheelchair Tuesday afternoon to salute the American flag-draped casket of former President George Herbert Walker Bush.

Dole, 95, arrived at the Capitol Rotunda — where Bush will lie in state until Wednesday — pushed in his wheelchair by an aide. Once at the casket’s side, the aide helped Dole stand. And as he was steadied, Dole raised his left arm and saluted.

No matter what political affiliation one is, no matter what side of the aisle your core beliefs lie, this life being celebrated by family, former colleagues, friends and everyday “Joes” was the life of a GOOD man. A kind man. A patriot.

As I reflect on his character and the way he treated the common person just the same as he treated heads of state is a testament of the kind of man “41” was. Faith, family and America were his priorities. His entire life. His unconditional, amazing love for his beautiful “Bar” is the kind of love story of which many little girls dream.

His was a life well lived and I would be willing to bet that Mr. Bush “went home” with few regrets as he lived his life with laughter, love and a zest for adventure. He was an amazing man to which all men (and women) should measure themselves against….although he would have never seen it that way because he was far to humble. Godspeed, Mr. President, you are gone but history will NEVER forget you.

The Shady 80’s

Some say the 80’s were the decade of decadence. If drinking pee hot water out of the garden hose and riding your bike without a helmet was decadent I suppose I was a depraved degenerate little shit.

Growing up in the 80’s I remember that decade very fondly. Boom boxes, Rubiks Cubes, Duran Duran and guys in bands that wore more make up than Tammy Faye Baker. Footloose, MTV when it was ONLY videos and Breaking 2: Electric Boogaloo. Tie Dyed shirts, parachute pants (sweet baby Jesus, you could take someone’s pulse through those suckers because they were so horrifically, vulgarly tight), and the torture devices I wore on my already chubby feet, Jellies in every color (forget waterboarding as a means of obtaining intelligence from some silent terrorist, just stick a one size too small pair of those bitches on his hairy man feet and tell him to walk…he’ll be singing like a canary in less than a quarter mile).

Tube tops, neon colors, Farah Fawcett feathered hair, perms and mullets. Teasing my bangs within an inch of my life and being a part of a generation of females who singlehandedly depleted the ozone layer with our immense cans of Aqua Net hair spray, I’m ashamed to say global warming is more than likely our fault.

We were an innocent generation though, compared to today’s standards. I might have underage drank occasionally or smoked a little harmless unadulterated old school weed once in a blue moon but I’m proud to say I never smoked any damn potpourri or snorted any bath salts and tried to eat off anyone’s face. WTF?!?!

If all of this sounds foreign to you, then you are probably thirty five or younger, days long passed for myself being on the backside of forty. For all of you that do remember, please comment a fave memory from our decade of decadence then “Gag me with a spoon.”😂😂