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I can’t think of anything to write this week. Here’s something important, courtesy to Lisa Renee of GlassCityJungle.com:
I can’t think of anything to write this week. Here’s something important, courtesy to Lisa Renee of GlassCityJungle.com:
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I couldn’t say anything I wanted more. God help me, I repeated over and over. But Gray didn’t stop.
What Do You Mean you Paid for It…
“Lee sweetie, what do you mean you paid for me?” Sam asked me as we laid on our backs at the Kaanapali Beach in West Maui. “Lee are you there, hello?” he leaned over on his elbows and looked at me.
“What Sam,” I said as I jumped back to reality.
“What do you mean you paid for our first date?” he asked me again.
“Hahahah, you’re still on that,” I hugged him and laughed.
“Recently you’ve been in outer space,” Sam said. “I mean I have to ask you things not once but twice. What are you thinking about baby?” he finally asked as he kissed me on the forehead.
“Life Sam, the wonderful world of life,” I answered and sat right up at the same time.
I can’t tell him about Gray, I couldn’t or my life would be completely over.
“Do you love me Lee?” he asked seriously.
“Of course I do, you’re everything to me,” I replied and kissed him long and hard on the lips. I love this man he’s everything I wished Gray would have been. What am I doing? I don’t love Gray, I love Sam Shine, my husband, my life, my companion, from this day forward till death do us part. What I was holding on to is dead. It had been dead for a long time, but seeing Gray at the wedding and talking to him brought back memories best left buried.
Chapter 7: Why Me?
I just got off the phone with Paula and told her about the first night Gray and I made love, but it was hard to tell her about the second time. But I had to tell her. I can’t tell my mother because she wouldn’t understand, and my sister, well let’s just say she would’ve tried to cast out every demon in me. Paula was the only one I felt I could go to and I also had to find out what the two of them really talked about that day when he called looking for me. But as I guessed it turned out to be a lie it was all a lie. Gray called Paula looking for her brother. Paula mentioned to Gray that I was a law clerk dating a doctor by the name of Larry Figment. That’s how he got the name, I thought to myself.
I sat in my room and cried for almost three hours. “I’m completely crazy,” I said out loud with six pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “This is it, I wont have to feel this pain anymore.” That’s the last thing I remember.
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“Lee, are you ok?” a hushed voice that sounded like my mother.
I couldn’t open my eyes just yet. My body felt heavy and sore surrounded by a hum.
“Mom here’s some water for Lee…” my sister said.
“Lee sweetie, you need some water, raise up and drink some,” my mother said.
I tried, but had a hard time doing so. As I tried to open one eye, the other one opened instead.
“There you go baby, you can do it,” my mother said as she helped me up.
My mother and my sister were there to support me. I was unsure what had happened. Looking around the room I noticed that I was hooked up to machines and realized that’s where the sound was coming from.
Now drink the water Lee,” my mother said with tears in her eyes as she put the glass to my lips.
Why was she crying, what happened? I needed to know what was going on.
“Where am I?” my voice was a croak.
“You’re at the hospital silly,” Joi shouted in a voice thick with tears. “You tried to kill yourself you idiot.”
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Tune in next week
I figured the logical thing to write about this week was how I did with my cake-venture I took on last week. If you remember my daughter, Mazie, was turning three and having a princess birthday party. For that party I decided to not make just one but 4 Disney Princess cakes.
I can say they turned out great, but it was a much larger undertaking then I expected. Thankfully I had the help of my grandparents, and parents. My Grandpa made homemade butter cream frosting for several hours, while my grandpa frosted. My mom and I made 12 boxes worth of cake and my dad had the important job of keeping Mazie occupied.
It was a lot more time consuming then I expected, but all that mattered that my daughter loved them!
Shadow or no Shadow what does it all mean??? Each year mid-winter the groundhog comes out to give us some indication as to what to expect for the remainder of the winter. While this is more superstition or folklore it is still a fascinating story. Have you ever wondered how he makes his predictions? Well, here is the simplified explanation.
According to legend if it is a sunny day and the groundhog comes out of his burrow and sees his shadow he gets scared. He then scurries back to his secure burrow and goes back to sleep. This means there will be six more weeks of winter. Now, if the day is cloudy and no shadow is seen, the groundhog will remain outside and that means spring is on its way.
It has been a very mild winter here in northern Ohio. Next Tuesday’s forecast calls for mostly cloudy skies and a slight chance of snow. If the groundhog lived here in Toledo, I would say our chances of an early spring is pretty good. Since that is not the case we’ll have to wait to see how this all plays out next Tuesday. Keep your fingers crossed and I hope your winter weather forecast is exactly what you want it to be…
Groundhog Day is next week. How about a trip to Chattanooga, Tennesee??? I received this press release the other day from Thom Benson and wanted to share it with you.
It was a historic night on Tuesday when the South Carolina men’s basketball team knocked off a #1 ranked team for the first time EVER when they beat Kentucky. Watching the highlights, I thought it was pretty cool when the fans stormed the court. Pure jubilation – it’s something that’s beautiful in sports, right?
According to the SEC, not really.
They have a rule in place, for well-founded safety reasons, that fans can’t storm the court and since this was a second violation for the Gamecock program, the SEC fined South Carolina $25,000. That’s certainly not chump change.
I can see where the SEC is coming from, because there have been some injuries caused in the storming of different courts/fields, and I’m trying not to offend those who have been hurt in those incidents by writing this blog, but $25,000 for storming the court? THAT’S LAME.
Just last night, I was watching the highlights again for another game, and again the fans stormed the court. It was a different conference though, so I haven’t seen any big-time fines come down in the sports headlines just yet.
I just think the SEC is taking away something that makes the college game unique – that bond the student-athletes have with the student body. The students view the athletes on the court as representative of the school that they go to, so the pride is tremendous when there’s a historic win like South Carolina over Kentucky. Or in the NCAA tournament when there are upsets a-plenty.
I’m hoping the SEC will stay a lone wolf in all of this. I hope they’re not a trendsetter because seriously, what the SEC is doing is essentially taking the “madness” out of “March Madness.”
What? You really enjoy just watching the coaches shake hands at center court?
I know what I’d rather see, and it’s not that.
The new carry-on suitcase with optional backpack handles has arrived. I admit I was alarmed at its small size.
Now I have to figure out whether it’s really possible to travel with only what will fit in it. In case you missed by previous post, I’m reacting to nearly every airline now charging us for checking not just a second bag but ANY luggage by trying to avoid checking luggage.
I find it a romantic notion that a person can be SO good at planning that very small, well-chosen wardrobe can serve you well for a weekend or even a week if you’re willing to wash a few things, which I am.
How I’m going to pare my various potions and lotions down to a quart size zip bag still has me concerned. Especially when going to places where you need a lot of sunscreen, but I guess there are things that you can buy on the road as you need them.
As long as the comfortable walking shoes are in there, I figure the rest will take care of itself. Dressing in layers seems like a good idea, too, since that way some pieces of clothing can do double duty.
If any of you have tricks and tips for traveling light, I welcome the advice.
I am inspired to tell you the legend of a love sick pirate as I prepare to wing my way to the Caribbean. The Pirate Mundaca was a slave trader who eventually created a beautiful hacienda that eventually covered 40% of the island of Isla Mujeres (off the coast of Cancun) and died broken-hearted.
Fermin Anonio Mundaca y Marecheaga was originally from Spain and roamed the waters of the Caribbean during the mid-1800s. He acquired quite a bit of wealth by selling Mayan Indian slaves to Cuban plantations. (He called himself a pirate, though, because it was considered more “respectable.”) He eventually settled on Isla Mujeres to create his estate called “Vista Alege” which means “Happy View” (and trust me, this place is gorgeous.) The grounds include a unique garden of raised flower beds which served as a sundial. The ruins of “Hacienda Mundaca” are now a park and can be roamed for a small fee.
Mudaca eventually came to fall in love with a woman much younger than he. She was called “La Triguena” – The Brunette. Legend says she was quite beautiful and considered quite a catch. Needless to say, Mundaca was not her only suitor. That did not quell the pirate’s affection. Stone arches in his gardens were inscribed with phrases such as “The Entrance of the Triguena” and “The Pass of the Triguena.”
Mundaca’s expressions of love were in vain. As he was out to seas, La Triguena married a man from the main land of the Yucatan Peninsula. The heart break was too much for Mundaca and he fled to the other side of the Yucatan to Merida where he slowly went insane and died.
Mundaca’s tomb in the cemetery on the North End of Isla Mujeres remains empty to this day. It is embellished with a skull and cross bones and is said to have been carved by Mundaca’s own hand. It is inscribed (in Spanish) with the words “As you are, I was. As I am, you will be”.
And that is the story of the love sick pirate of the Caribbean.
With the start of American Idol and 24 (among other awesome FOX Toledo shows) I am going to start something new too: video blog reviews…aka “Vlog Revs.” I’m going to share my thoughts with you and open the floor for discussion! So stay tuned and be sure to leave your thoughts too!!

