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Completely Random & Possibly Irrelevant

The thoughts, musings and irritants that more than likely have nothing to do with this blog.

Stuff, clutter, too many things… this is what I’m talking about. I’ve been a bit plagued by this since pregnant while getting my bachelor’s degree. I went to school full time, worked so hard I graduated with honors and had a baby somewhere in between.

We also moved during this time, so when we moved in I didn’t have the time to unpack properly and settle in to our current home. The house is the largest we’ve ever owned and since my life was so busy, I just sort of “hoarded” stuff. Boxes, clothes, books, crap etc. ended up in closets, a spare room, the garage and just about any other place shit can hide.

Well I am long done with school and my baby is now a full fledged 4-year-old kid. I have been in the uncluttering mode for some time and read my daily emails from  unclutterer.com every day for great tips. So I finally am tackling my stuff. Unfortunately I am not the same over-achiever here and am challenged by decluttering and finding it difficult to decide what stays and what goes.

Then I fly with my friend, Debbie Orkin, who is a master declutterer.

“People always ask the same question when they come to our home, ‘Have you lived here long?’ because they think we just moved in – and we’ve lived there for six years!” Orkin says of her sparse and uncluttered home.

She says that whenever they buy something, at least two, ideally three, things have to go. Orkin says she always needs a project to work on so from time to time she’ll notice her husband’s shirts need replacing and she’ll go out, buy some new shirts and then promptly gets rid of all his other shirts.

Light bulb.

I’ll be her project! So I told her I needed her help. She accepted, but said I better be ready to have her really throw stuff away.

I am, but I don’t know when I can get her over to my house. So I decided to text her and ask for daily purging instructions when my new “it” bag arrived from Cjour.com.

My groovy grey-green delectable Mona Lethal Italian leather messenger bag by Tano is the bag I’ve been looking for all my life is perfect! I’ve been hoping to find a bag that can go and do all that I need it to do, from journalist to mom to traveler, this is it. And since I am paring down I knew it was time to say good-bye to some other bags and give “Mona” a shelf of her own.

Orkin delivered on her texted advice:

“…I hold on to designer purses – louis vuitton, coach, etc. I toss non designer crap. U will probably only carry your new purse now so toss the old ones…”

My response:

“Perfect advice… Would u consider Banana Republic a designer one?…”


“Nope-banana rep has to go!!”


I am now going to my closet to purge! I’m kinda excited about it too – even been texting with Orkin about it and it’s after midnight.

Think I’ve found a great new “class” with a great professor who will give assignments on decluttering via texts – now that’s using social media!

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we all have them. Sometimes they are in our head, sometimes on scraps of paper or as the techi-est of us all they may be in our SmartPhone. I’m guessing they are in all of the above.

I have on my check list that I am supposed to post a list on my blog for the 31 Days to Building a Better Blog that I signed up for. Sadly, my list kept getting edited. I didn’t know what to post as a list. Which is remarkable to me since I keep lists EVERYWHERE, just ask my poor husband!

But when I sat down to write said list – I came up blank. You know why? I’ll tell you: Because of the inner journalist/reporter critic.

See, when I was a reporter I had to work to keep my opinions out of the story. I was just to report, nothing else. So in my head I think, “who cares what I think?” Blogging isn’t that way though. I read many blogs and I love what their writers think, which is why I read them!

So, without much further ado and analyzing, here is my list – it’s of the things that make me smile (in no particular order):

1) The little red-headed bird that felt comfortable enough to just come on into my hotel room while I’m writing this. He hopped around on the floor chirping away.

2) When someone comments on on of my blog posts.

3) When I make my husband laugh out loud. He has a sharp wit and tends to be the funnier one of us, but now and again I say or do something that just busts him up. I love that!

4) My son, Henry, saying, “Let’s all be together” and then wrapping his arms around me and my husband and pulling us close to him.

5) Surfing a wave all the way to shore, especially when it’s the last one of the day.

6) Older couples walking hand-in-hand.

7) The Meanest Mom blog. She has me more than smiling, she has me busting a gut half the time.

8) Having nothing to do but watch the grass grow or the wind move the clouds in the sky.

9) A nap in the afternoon.

10) When my son tells me “You’re in my heart mommy.” That gives me the biggest smile of all.

Do you have a list of what makes you smile? If so, let me know so we can all share a smile – it’s good for the soul.

Love the Life you Live,


"Let's be all together"

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It’s Thursday, July 22 and as I sit on my balcony in Maui, Hawaii  watching the sun rise I wonder: What is my dream?

This came about because yesterday I had a gentleman on my flight that his seat mate said, “was living the dream.” The gentleman he was referring to was a soft-spoken, extremely well-mannered southerner that grew up in South Carolina but now lives on the island of Maui.

His soft, honey-dripped accent drew you in as much as his sparkling aqua eyes. His baby white hair and sun kissed skin gave him a boyishness that made me think of my own blue-eyed, blond little boy back home.

“South Carolina,” as I thought of him, knees bounced constantly as he picked at the hem of his madras shorts. South Carolina also talked “a lot” his seat mate said.

I think he was a nervous flyer.

This soft-spoken, tan, possible nervous flyer was also a surfer.

“He surfs all day and is a pharmacist at night,” his sate mate told me, “he’s living the dream.”

After more probing and conversation I found out that the seat mate also lives on Maui. He’s a promoter, DJ and radio manager for one of the stations on the island. I think it’s 91.7, but I cannot remember. Never-the-less, I told them they both were living the dream. That most of us want to just be able to live on one of the islands. They laughed and agreed. But, “Radio Man” as I have gone to calling him, and I both think South Carolina really is living the dream.

Which is why I’m sitting here this morning sipping my Kona coffee watching the sun rise over the ocean wondering: What is my dream really?

Am I living it and missing it because I’m too busy fighting my current state? Always questioning, “what should I be doing and why aren’t I doing it?”

Or, am I to busy searching for it, the “perfect” routine, that will allow me to make my life fall together and live my dream that I don’t even knowwhat my dream is?

I don’t know.

What I do know is this: I LOVE the life I’m living. I have a wonderful, generous husband (who is doing what he loves), a happy, healthy little boy, and the opportunity to sit here on this beautiful island sipping coffee waiting to surf.

But is it my dream? Am I living the dream and does it even matter?

I sip more coffee, lukewarm now, the sun is almost fully awake. My daily meditation book, The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo sits on the table beside me and quietly calls my name.

The cup is empty when I set it down to pick up my book. I start my morning read and think after this, a little yoga and some Hang Ten time. Maybe there I might begin to find the stirrings of my dream.

What’s your dream? Are you living the dream? Or do you ever wonder if you too are missing it or if it even matters?

I’d love to hear your thoughts and insights, so please share.

Live the life you love,


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Well the overnight flight from Honolulu, HI was shorter today than our trip out but eegads it was hard to stay away this time. I didn’t get much sleep before we checked in downstairs at 8:35 p.m. I had only 2 1/2 hours sleep for my nap. Oh well, I had lots to read while the passengers clocked in their REMs. My favorite read last night was “The Girl’s Guide to Saudi Arabia,” by Maureen Dowd in July’s issue of Vanity Fair.

Her deadpan delivery of things such as when young Saudi girls come of age, they won’t get the same kind of thought provoking book On Becoming a Woman like Ms. Dowd received from her mother, no, these Suadi tweeners will “…have a black tarp thrown over their heads.

The imagery creates for me a Bugs Bunny kind of picture, part disbelief part chortle. Yet, her years as a skilled journalist allow the reader to really know the depth of the problems and see the “real” Saudi through Ms. Dowd’s encounter.

She even  entertained herself  by trying to see how long it would take for a male Ceberuses to dash in front of her to block her movement to the front area – the men only area.

I am now more intrigued by the lifestyle of the women of Saudi and thoroughly enjoyed Ms. Dowd’s tone and take.  I look forward to many more interesting reads that also give me a good chuckle. I was able to stay awake on my midnight ride home over the Pacific thanks to Ms. Dowd and her “wit-full” writing.

I can only hope to write half as well as her someday.


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