Wednesday, December 7, 2016


I hate my clothes! 

It usually happens at the end of a season when I'm sick of wearing the same things.  This year, it happened at the beginning of the season.  That's a really bad sign. 

I'm not a shopper which poses a problem right at the start.  If you don't like to shop, you don't go out nearly often enough to get new clothes to keep from hating your wardrobe.  My husband doesn't appreciate the dinosaur that he is married to.  I'm sure there are many husbands out there who would love to have a wife who hates to shop! 

I've been trying to get some new things.  I've done most of it online.  A few new pants, a sweater, a vest.  I need to go get shoes.  Buying those online doesn't sound like the best idea.  I need so much more, but it's a start.

The Christmas season doesn't seem like the best time to be doing this.  Crowded stores isn't my thing and trying on clothes when it's that crowded really sounds like a bad idea. 

As much as I hate my clothes, I keep thinking that everyone else must hate my clothes.  I just really see myself in them in the morning when I get dressed and look in the mirror before I leave for work.  Everyone else has to look at them day after day.  I'm sorry, guys.  I promise, I'm getting new stuff.  Soon!

Times up!  #fiveminutesfreewrite

Monday, December 5, 2016


Do you avoid mirrors?  I don't know that I avoid them, but I don't go out of my way to look in them.  I look in the morning when I brush my teeth and put on makeup and do my hair.  I look again at night when I wash my face and brush my teeth.  Aside from those times, I don't really look at myself during the day.

I wonder if it's because I'm afraid that I'm not going to like what I see?  I'm days away from turning 62 and things sure do look different than they used to.  There's an extra chin and lots of lines and wrinkles.  Gray roots in the hair, if I don't keep up with the color.  There's even a few of those dark age spots that you hear about on the commercials.

I don't think that's really why though.  I'm kind of proud of those lines and wrinkles.  I earned every one of them.  I think it's just that my days are busy and looking in the mirror doesn't really occur to me.  I think it's that simple. 

Times up.  #fiveminutefreewrite

Sunday, December 4, 2016


It took me a long time, a really long time to say yes to being good to myself.  I finally did it though and it's been a great thing.

I have always put other people before myself.  I always have and probably always will.  It's just my nature.  I love to do for others, but I've learned that taking time for me is really important.

Three years ago during the year before my 60th birthday, I really made a point of thinking about me.  I made the effort to think about myself and to do the things that I wanted to do.  It didn't mean that I had to stop doing for others.  It just meant that I had to make the time for me too and I did. 

It was amazing how good me time felt.  Did I deserve the time?  Yes!  Did I enjoy the time?  Yes!  Was I still involved with all the other things that I was involved in before?  Yes!  Was I still there for my family?  Yes!   Was it one of the best things I have ever done for myself?  Yes Yes Yes!!!

Times up!  #fiveminutefreewrite

Saturday, December 3, 2016


I call her Mom.  So many wonderful things come to mind when you say that word.  Memories, oh the memories.
My Mom will be 91 on the 14th of this month, but you would never guess it.  She's not your average 91 year old.  She is amazing.  We are so blessed that she is healthy with the exception of arthritis in her hip and knee.  She is the head of our family.  She has three daughters, one son, two sons-in-law, one daughter-in-law, nine grandkids and ten great grandkids.  She showers everyone one of us with so much love and she gets that love back from everyone of us.

Everything I know about being a wife, mom and grammy, I learned from my Mom.  She taught me that you can do anything if you try hard enough.  She taught me that family is everything.  She taught me that everything won't always work out like you want, but you move on and deal with it.  She taught me that love is the best thing in the world.  She has been the best example ever and I love her with all my heart!  Thanks for all the lessons, Mom. 
You are truly the best!

That's five minutes.  #fiveminutesfreewrite

Friday, December 2, 2016


I live in northwest Indiana and the weather here this fall has been something else.  It's only really been in the last week or so that it has begun to feel like winter is coming. 

Last week, we still had flowers blooming and days that were in the 50's.  It made it much easier to get the leaves up and the landscaping cleaned out. 

I'm one of those people who really likes where I live because we get all four seasons of weather.  There is something I love about every one of them.  We live a few miles from a state park and hiking there is great in all seasons. 

But, back to weather.  I don't mind the cold one little bit in the winter.  You can dress for that pretty easily.  What I don't care for is when we get the really windy days.  That is just brutal.  You can't keep warm in that kind of weather.

Oops!  That's six minutes.  #fiveminutefreewrite

Thursday, December 1, 2016


Hello friends!  Are there any of you out there anymore?  I know it's been forever since I posted anything here and I'm sorry about that. 

Life gets busy and I just don't get around to blogging anymore.  It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't seem to find the time to and even if I find the time, is there anything that I have to say that would make you want to read it?

I was on Facebook after work today and Thea had posted about a new thing for December.  It's #fiveminutefreewrite.  You are supposed to set a timer for five minutes and write about the idea for that day.  I figure if there is a way to get back to blogging more regularly, this might be it. 

So, with the time I have left, let me say hello!  I really have missed blogging.  This space right here has always been my place for me. The place that I could talk about anything that was on my mind.  A place to talk about my about life and family and friends.  If something good or bad happened, I could talk it out here.

Like Thea, I had considered numerous times lately about not blogging anymore.  Everything now seems to be social media, but things can get really ugly there.  Just look at the last few moths with politics.  UGLY!!  But, I don't think I'm ready to give this space up, at least not yet.  So, this month will be my test run to see if I have a real interest in keeping it going. 

Times up!  Here is the writing schedule if you are a blogger and want to join in.  See you tomorrow!

Saturday, May 28, 2016

It Was 45 Years Ago Today!

It was May 28, 1971. I was upstairs in my bedroom with two of my best friends getting ready for a first date with an older man. I was 16 and just finishing my sophomore year of high school. He was 19 and had been out of school a year and working in the construction field operating heavy equipment. My mom and dad weren't sure if this was a good idea, but they were willing to give it a try.

We had met the week before at the Port. It's a local root beer stand where all the kids cruised and hung out. Believe it or not, it's still there today. They still have drive up dining in your car and the car hops wear roller skates. The food trays attach to your car window. I kid you not. He actually asked the girl I was with out first. To this day he claims he was just getting information about me.

Whatever the reason, tonight was my turn. I began to hear the distant rumble of his car engine. My God that car was loud. I would learn later that there was no sneaking in late in that car. You could hear it coming two blocks away. My heart began to beat faster and I was nervous. The only older guys I had dated in my limited dating experiences were just a year older than me and still in school. I take a last look in the mirror. My friends say I look awesome in my lime green hip hugger bell bottoms and white sleeveless shirt with lime and yellow trim. My hair is long and flowing and my make up is perfect. I head down the stairs that lead to the foyer which is right next to the living room where he will be waiting.

I got half way down the stairs and I see him....smoking a cigarette!!!! Are you out of your freakin mind!?!? My mother hates smoking and had tried to get my dad to stop for years. This is not the way to make a good first impression. I can feel the blood rising to my face. I just need to not make eye contact with my mom and get him the heck out of there. We say good bye and we are finally out the door.

I begin to regain my normal body temp and breathe a say of relief. I don't know him well enough to tell him he's an idiot. Of course, that will come later. We are double dating and the other couple is in the backseat. I say hello and we are on our way to the 49er Drive In (it's still there too) to see the romantic classic PATTON. Nobody told us that it was a 12 hour movie and I'm late getting home on the first date. My dad is cool about it because we were seeing a war movie. My mom wasn't thrilled, but she wasn't going ballistic or anything.

I saw him the next day and the next day and the next day and every day there after. With the exception of a huge fight in 1972 that lasted for two days, we have never been apart. We got engaged on November 19, 1972 and were married on September 8, 1973. When I think about the time frame, I can't believe that my parents let that all happen. I got engaged when I was a senior in high school and married three months after I graduated at the age of 18. We had our first baby when I was 20 and he was 23.

I think the main reason we have stayed together with no major problems over the years is this. We were so young. We had no expectations of what marriage should be. It was what it was and we were happy. We grew up together and made our own adventures along the way. We built a really good life. We had excellent examples in both of our parents. They had been together forever and were both happy in their marriages. We are still happy together and I am blessed to have that all these years later. I can't imagine my life with anyone else.

My plan for the rest of the day is to convince Dick that going to the drive in is a good idea. It is supposed to rain and I don't know what is playing, but I don't care. It is Saturday, May 28, 2011. 45 years later and I think we need to mark the occasion.  The only problem with that is that we are babysitting our grand pup Duncan for the weekend.  Would he like the drive in?

I know that I have posted this picture before, but I love it. It just looks like us. Happy and relaxed. That is pretty much how we are now. We don't fight. What's the point? If we get mad now, it's over quickly. We have a good life. We have four beautiful daughters who have chosen wonderful men in their lives. We have five perfect grand kids that are the lights of our lives.

Life is good and we can't ask for more than that.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Where I'm From

I am from Coffee Creek, from Barbie dolls and bicycles.
I am from the loving warmth of the big house on Morgan Avenue.
I am from the snowball bushes, the huge vegetable garden. 
I am from Sunday dinners and huge, extended family Christmas parties, from Jankowski and Povlock and most importantly from the loving arms of Casey and Louise.
I am from the well loved and the stubborn.
From be home when the lightening bugs come out and be nice to your little brother.
I am from the catholic faith. I'm from catholic school and Sunday mass and trying to live what you learned at that mass.
I'm from the hospital in Valpo and 100% Polish, pierogis, duck soup and stuffed cabbage.
From the big wooden swing on Grandma Helen's huge stone porch, the walks uptown with Grandpa Martin, and his big copper colored Pontiac Chieftain in the garage.
I am from Dad's work shop,  Mom's kitchen, a million kids in the neighborhood, homemade Barbie houses, and siblings to play with. 
I am from learning values and morals, learning limits and boundaries, learning it's not all about me, and knowing I am loved.
I am blessed.
I am happy.

Sunday, March 27, 2016

It's Easter!!

The last time I wrote here, it was a few days after Ash Wednesday.  I made some Lenten promises to myself.  Goals if you will.  Today is Easter, so I thought I would update on my progress.

I said that I was going to give up excuses and to a degree, I have done just that.  I said that I would get up in the morning and exercise first thing before I could think up an excuse not to and I have.  I said that I would walk every day and with a few exceptions, I have done just that.  Some days not so long, but some days I've done six miles.

I said that I was going back to yoga, but I haven't. It's not that I didn't want to, but the class that I wanted to attend is no longer an option.  The option that is available is right after school and very crowded.  To get a space you have to be there 15 or 20 minutes before class and I can't get there that soon.  I also don't like being on top of people and having them on top of me for yoga.  I'm going to have to wait for summer break to go to a morning class and see how crowded those classes are.  They weren't bad last year, so I'm hoping.

My half marathon training is coming along.  This week's long walk is an easy four miles.  I'll be doing that when I get done writing this post.  I love walking.  It's time for just me.  Jesus and I do a lot of talking then.  We work out quite a few things.  It's good for my soul.

I hope that you all have a Happy and Blessed Easter. I will be spending mine with my family beginning at mass and what could be better than that?  I'd say pretty much nothing!

Saturday, February 13, 2016

No Excuses!

It's lent and that's the time that we Catholics give things up.  I am giving up my usual Bacardi and pop, but this year I've decided to add to that list.

I've been finding myself in a bit of a fitness rut lately.  It's cold outside.  Do I really want to go back out after I get home from work to go to yoga class?  Do I really want to go on the treadmill when I dislike it so much because it's too cold to walk outside?  Do I really want to get out of my nice, warm bed at 5:00 in the morning to workout before school?  Well, guess what?  This lent, the answer is yes!  I am giving up excuses!

No excuses allowed this lent.  I am walking, I am going to yoga and I am getting out of bed early to workout.  I paid good money for the new Beachbody Hammer and Chisel program and I'm getting back to it.  

I even decided after finding nobody willing to walk the Indianapolis Mini Marathon with me that I was going to do my own right here at home.  The fun thing that happened because of that decision is that several of my classmates in different parts of the country are going to do it too.  We are having our own virtual half marathon.  That is going to be so much fun.  I'm even going to look into getting us finisher medals.  We couldn't have decided this a minute too soon though.  According to my Hal Higdon training plan, we need to start training on Tuesday the 16th.  That's just three days away.  

So, that's what I'm doing for lent.  I'm excited to have a plan and I'm thrilled to be giving up excuses.  It's time to do this and stick to it.  I've got friends to be accountable to.  I've got me to be accountable to.  I've got God to be accountable to.  I can do this.           It's all good!!