Marie Millard

Conversation Hearts: Blonde to the Roots, Dumb like a Fox

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 01:30:00 +0000

For new readers, my tag "Conversation Hearts" has always been about my daughter Caitlin.

It's been awhile since I've written about her, or my son Bryan. When Cait was at home, it was easy pickings for blog fodder. She has always been the light in a room and the never ending ball of energy.

As both Bryan and Caitlin get older, I try to hold back on the writing and keep theirs lives private. Plus, if they ever decided to write a blog, yikes, the "Mom" stories they could pay me back with! J/K .... sorta.

When Caitlin was a junior in high school, she decided she wanted to become a cosmetologist. Although I'd have preferred the path to a 4 year degree, I know my kid. Strong willed! I wonder where that comes from? [looking everywhere except in the mirror]

Cait went to beauty school in 11th and 12th grade, graduated from high school and beauty school within a month of each other. At age 18 she moved out to be the 2006 version of Mary Tyler Moore [throws hat in air] "You're gonna make it on your own."

She immediately began doing hair while keeping her waitress job that she had since age 15. When the salon she worked at begin to feel the hard times most small businesses in Michigan are, she found another to work in. She stayed on at that salon until the day the locks were changed, it had to close too.

Not one to miss a beat, she kept her waitress job, began to do hair out of ~~her~~ my kitchen, and started cleaning offices at night.

The maintenance company sold a few contracts and that job ended. She still has the job at a local pub, but it's so slow, they cut her hours. And hair? Yes, she still has her clients, but most are stretching their appointments as far apart as possible because of their financial crunches.

I know things are tight for her. She has an apartment and the bills from living on her own to go with it. I offered her to come live with me. She teases we'd not last a week under the same roof together, but in truth, I know she's her mother's daughter.

I moved out at 18 and never moved back home, part being bullheaded, but mostly because I wanted to be independent. I think Cait is like me in that way. I'm lucky both my kids have been financially self-supporting. I've never had to pay car insurance, cell phone bills, bail them out of over extended charge cards, or buying expensive"peer pressure clothing" for them.

Cait had a rough month. As hard as she tried, she felt in a slump. Then, she totally blew me away. She decided to go talk to a counselor at a local college. She took some tests and took their advice on a career change.

I asked her about financing. She has it handled. First year should be fine. No student loans, she qualified for a couple grants. She'll start next semester. Yet, in all the excitement, she STILL was applying for jobs. [She's never been without a job] She starts tomorrow at DSW [shoes] ... oh the joys! At the end of the week my ~~Imelda Marcos~~ Caitlin will have to sign over her check. ;)

Oh, her tests? Pharmacy. She's going to become a pharmacist.

I am so proud of her, she's still the brightest light in the room!

Cait and Lola

To read some funny/cute "Cait" stories, click on the Conversation Hearts tag below:

:: shrugs:: I just don't Understand

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 02:17:00 +0000

I got a 'script for an antibiotic today.

Cipro 500 10 pills

Since I don't have prescription coverage, I went to Meijers because they charge:
NOTHING ... FREE.

The were out of stock.

I next went to Walgreens and their charge:
$22.00

I crossed the street, walked into CVS. Their cost:
$11.00

I got in the car (thinking I'll wait until tomorrow and go back to Meijers) and called Kroger.
$4.00

These prices were for brand name, not generic.

I already have experienced the cluster fuck the health care system is in, but could someone please explain this whole med's pricing difference to me?

What IS wrong with a regulation on this (and other medical billing/charges) being put in place vs allowing private businesses obviously in control of their stock holders PROFIT margins? There has to be middle ground somehow, government vs privately run health care.

There is a whole lot of money being ~~wasted~~ made.

Profit is trumping actual health care.

Laughter, Always the Best Medicine

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 04:22:00 +0000

I'd like to think the majority of the lines on my face tell a story of laughter over the years.

Don an I have a comfort zone as far as teasing, laughing, and joking. We can easily find humor in most situations, whether appropriate or not. [smirk]

Some of those stories aren't repeated because they translate to a "you had to be there" kind of tale.

This one may fall in that category, but even as I type, I can't help to reinforce these laugh lines a bit more.

Don and I have an on-line store.

[Not PicYourFetish, there's nothing for sale there, just visuals]

Recently, we were listing golf wind jackets. I took the photos and decided, meh, fresh out of the package they were wrinkled, they didn't show that the sleeves roll-up and button, and didn't quite do the jacket justice.

I decided it would look better on someone for the photo ... a model.

"Oh Dahhhhhnnnn"

I recruited him with promises he'd have final say. [Mhm, right]

So, I had him put one on. I rolled up one sleeve and lead him out onto the balcony for his photo shoot.

I'd like to post the out takes, but really, they have been deleted. Here's where I'm being kind, but only because I've learned over the years paybacks are a bitch!

After I settled on the pics and used them in the ads, and published them, I got the giggles.

I began dissecting the photo and laughing until I thought I'd pee mah pants.

[Enter the feeling this is one of those "ya had to be there moments"]

I give you the cliff note version ...

Here we have Don, a former Sears model, I'm sure, wearing the jacket, one sleeve rolled up to show how it buttons.

Right hand placed as such because the first few photos had him unconsciously placing his hand in his front jean pocket with all fingers in except the middle finger, whereby flipping off the photographer!

His left hand at first was resting comfortably on the front of his leg, fingers slightly curled inward, in a relaxed position until I realized it was way too close to "center" and he was looking more like a rapper just about to grab his crotch.

He moved it ... so now we have an "ex-deli-lunch-meat slicer" that sliced off all his fingers just below the last knuckle.

I'm thinking he has a career change coming!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Yes, laughter IS a good medicine. Last Wednesday, Dons father, was taken into ER and ended up having triple by-pass open heart surgery. As the family waited on pins and needles for the next 3 days, the amount of humor that came out was the key to everyone keeping it together.

"Seriously Uncle Dan, did you have to give Bailey a wet willy just as she was saying good-by to her Grandpa before they wheeled him into surgery?"

"And Cindy? We all thank you for the hilarious antic of accusing someone of taking your car keys while we were all out to dinner ... only to exit the restaurant an hour and a half later to find your car unlocked, keys in ignition, and still running in the parking lot!"

"Darren? The nurse explaining there had to be a bowel movement before leaving was directed towards your father, but we were all glad her directions moved you."

Don Sr. had everyone smirking as he "innocently" described how the nurse had to shave him and how he now sports a Mohawk! I think that opened the community brain storming for a new business, with Brad as CEO ... "Manscaping" ... by Brad Scissorhands.

Casey handled cooties like a champ and Cheyne had his Grandpa joking about the "pajama" pants he wore to visit him.

Even Don's mother Janet didn't miss a beat with her endless fast thinking. She realized with his driving restrictions, she'll be at the wheel and they could end up at the casino on her whim!

Don's father is doing so well, he'll be released to go home sometime today.

Janet? Get your nickles ready ;)

The Sweetest Day Night

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 03:25:00 +0000

I pretend not to get all sucked up into those "Hallmark Holidays". I wasn't going to mention it unless Don did first. He did, [here's where you pause and say, awe, how sweet].

Don gave me a beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers and roses. He also took me to dinner, surf and turf, Mmmmm. The entertainment was apropos for the occasion.

The entertainer that night was Mark Randisi. Mark is a local singer, yet he has performed through out the U.S. and Europe. He's performed with many world-class singers and musicians. Mark's sound is a tribute to Frank Sinatra. If you close your eyes ... you just may think it's ole blue eyes himself.

Curious as to how close he sounds like Frank? I found him here on YouTube.

Here is a photo of Frank Sinatra with his buddies,
alleged members of the mafia.
(one of them may or may not be a great uncle of Don's)

Westchester Premier Theater in 1976

From left to right: Paul Castellano, Greory de Palma, Frank Sinatra, Thomas Marson, Carlo Gambino, Jimmy Frattiano, Salvatore Spatola. Bottom row: Joe Gambino, and Richard Fusco.

Wedding Bells, Backwoods Style

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 22:32:00 +0000

Saturday night Don and I went to a "hillbilly" wedding and reception.

The themed party was at the Huron Pointe Yacht Club. Everyone dressed as hillbillies. NASCAR folk (sorry for the label), trailer trashy, and Deliverance type hillbillies.

~~Don~~ Bubba and I Sugar Britches, made sure we had our finest on. My red flannel shirt tied at the waist and just low enough to show my tit-tat. Bubba had his cut-off shirt over his wife-beater and all 13 of his tat's showing. We had matching neck tat's ... shooting stars.

In anticipation of being the bride, Don bought me a diamond ring. Indeed, a beautiful heart shaped diamond ring. It has to be 50 carats if not more. There is no doubt it's real. The best part, it's totally adjustable!

When we walked in, our names were put in a "bucket" ... gals in one guys in another. Once the preacher finished his drink and put down his stogie, the weddin' plannin' began. Names were drawn and a bridal party was picked, along with the bride and groom.

Our friend Mary, dressed like Elle Mae Clampett, sans blond hair, critters, and a c-ment pond, was picked as the flower girl. Needless to say, flower girls are notoriously shy, so to conquer her fears, Mary threw back a few vodka's & Coke.

Don was picked to be the father of the bride, and the groom. Yes, his role was father and in true (alleged) southern backwoods style, both bride and groom were his "children". With shotgun in Bubba's hand, the bride proceeded down the ~~newspaper taped together~~ aisle.

The ~~drunk~~ joyful bride and her ~~brother~~ groom
with "dad" in the background waving his shotgun in celebration.

Oh, and here is Bubba's friend,
who is also Mary's boyfriend, Homer:

They're Creepy and They're Kooky...

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:07:00 +0000

"Mysterious and spooky,
They're all together ooky,
The Addams Family"

Don and I went to a Halloween Party last Saturday night.

By now, ya'll know Don shaves his head. This has been a theme for his Halloween costumes in the past.

Mr. Clean:

Howie Mandel - Deal or No Deal:

This year ... Uncle Fester

That leaves me as Morticia or Wednesday. I picked Morticia. Somehow Uncle Fester partying with his brother's wife was less creepy that Uncle Fester partying with his niece!

We went to a bar party, at Brown's on Harsen's Island. Their annual party to beat all parties. So many people attend, they set up huge tents to handle the amount of people that show up. People also come by boat, dock at Brown's, and just party on their boats. Lots and lots of people.

In the bar was a DJ, wall to wall people, and many costumes. You can imagine how many Playboy Bunnies, kittens, angels, devils, police women, sexy pirates, sexy witches, etc., were there. Any theme you can think of, some bimbo had it on in micro size.

Not me, I was going as Morticia full tilt. I had a long black wig, long sleeves, long to the floor black dress, black leather to the knee boots and white face make up.

I was overheated! I didn't even have a drink and I thought I was going to pass out. We went outside to the tents. Even though they were heated, they were a bit cooler. The tents had a DJ too ... and a parade of women half dressed. How come men don't "half dress"?

Oh, the tent also had a stripper pole for the ~~drunk women~~ amateur to try out.

I was still overheating.

As I looked around, it became clear these women had it right all along ... they certainly weren't hot ... well they were "hawt", but not over heating.

Especially Ms. Camo. Get this ... she had on a camo thong and camo body paint. Yep, painted on leafs for a top! She certainly wasn't hot ... actually, at times you could tell she was cold!

Isn't that public nudity? How did she even get in? [smirk] I wonder, if her Tarzan-ish boyfriend had painted on his loin cloth, would they have let him in? Hey, why DIDN'T he just paint on a loin cloth?

When we first got there, Kim took pics of us pre-makeup melt, but she lost her camera, so the only pic I have is after the makeup started to come off.

Uncle Fester and Morticia:

Uncle Fester was such a hit,
strangers were stopping him to pose for a picture!

Kim was an awesome Vampire and Mickie was an adorable Pirate!

(not sure who the naughty school girl is)

Pick My WHAT?????

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Sat, 03 Oct 2009 15:57:00 +0000

fetish ... Pic Your Fetish

–noun

an object regarded with awe as being the embodiment or habitation of a potent spirit or as having magical potency.

any object, idea, etc., eliciting unquestioning reverence, respect, or devotion: to make a fetish of high grades.

Psychology. any object or nongenital part of the body that causes a
habitual erotic response or fixation.

About a year ago, I had an idea for an artistic website. A place to showcase photos for both the professional and amateur. A place for the artist who doesn't just photograph flowers, puppies, and babies.

Don and I researched and fine tuned the idea. We came up with a site that is obviously different from other photo sites.

We've finally come to the point where the site has launched. Like yesterday! Since the photos will be submitted by the photographer or owner of the pic, the site only has a few that we purchased the rights from iStock. So no, those aren't my long legs in the black boots or pierced tongue eating the chocolate!

Last night we sent out e-mails to our friends and family with a link to the site, looking for some feedback. Fortunately, we've received ^5's from most of those that replied.

Well, except Jackie. Jackie sent me an e-mail warning me that someone spammed my address and is using it to promote a Fetish site ... but that I should go check out the site!

Granted this isn't for everyone's taste, but it's tastefully done. I know some people hear the word"fetish" and think "porn" but there won't be any porn on the site. If someone wants porn there are billions of sites like that out there. I suppose we could have called it Pic Your Fancy, but that wouldn't evoke as much interest. [smirk]

So, if you're inclined, check it out. PicYourFetish

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 01:57:00 +0000

Like most everyone else, I though this song was about LSD. I'm glad to hear it isn't. I only wish I had known it was about Lucy, a little girl John Lennon's son Julian had gone to nursery school with. The story of Julian bringing home a picture he drew of Lucy (in the sky with diamonds) was tainted with the added bit that the main letters in the title pointed to LSD. The lyrics would easily back that theory.

Lucy (Vodden) died 9/22/2009 of lupus. Julian had recently reconnected with her and remained in touch to help her get through her days.

Lucy, may you find pain free happiness in the sky with ~~stars~~ diamonds.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties,
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Lucy in the sky with diamonds

She Doesn't Miss the *313

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 20:33:00 +0000

I was unloading my camera and sorting through my photos, downloading them to their appropriate folder when I realized I have quite a few of Don's daughter Tyler.

Tyler, aka Chick, was home a couple weeks ago. I spent more one on one time with her this last visit. She's a beautiful girl, inside and out, and wise beyond her years.

She's been living in Naples Florida for a year, but the burbs of Detroit is her home. I think she could forget about ever living in Michigan (because of the winters), but her roots, family, and friends are the beacon that brings her home.

I know Detroit has a bad reputation (understatement) for crime, thugs, drugs, etc., but our kids have grown up in the burbs and are sheltered from that reality. On the flip side, they have lived with it as always being a common occurrence heard on the news and see in the papers ... all that real crap that goes down "in the hood." Dare I admit we all get a bit desensitized to it?

On the way home from the airport, she and Don stopped at a bar for a drink. (Yes, she's over 21) After getting a table, Don went to get them a drink. Before he got back, some dudes started a brawl. A fist pounding, blood splattering, call the cops and an ambulance brawl. Welcome back to the "D" Ty!

The next night, she went out with her girlfriend. Sure enough, another fight broke out. Girls fighting this time. These places really aren't in Detroit, but the outskirts of.

Ty's reaction was, "Yep, home, back in the "D".

Ty, I couldn't love you more if you were my own daughter!

*313 is Detroit's area code

Is my Boyfriend a Super Hero?

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 02:32:00 +0000

Last Sunday, 1:00 a.m.

Don is snoring (a nice soft kind, not the freight train kind)

I'm awaken by a sound.

"fffttt-fftttt-fffttt"

Crap, something is flying around in this room ... in the dark!

Nancy: "Don, something is flying around in this room."

Don: [still asleep] "It's just birds outside."

Nancy: "Nope, it's in here"

Don: " zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

So I got up, turned on the bathroom light and looked around.

Nothing

Listened

Nothing

Went back to bed, fell asleep.

"fftttt-ftt-fttt-fftttt"

W- I- D- E- A- W- A- K- E

Nancy: "Don, there IS something flying around in here."

Don: [asleep, but a wee bit annoyed I'm waking him up] "It's the birds outside."

Nancy: [thinking] FUCK THIS SHIT (oops, but that IS what I thought)

I was too afraid to get up because at that point I figured it was a BAT. I've read if they get in your hair, they freak and may bite. Soooooooo....

Under the covers I went. My head was covered and I cocooned my body in the sheets. I decided to wait it out until the sun came up.

"fttt-fttt-fttt"

There is a door wall at one end of the room, a window at the opposite end. It was going back and forth trying to get out.

I was sweating like a sumo wrestler in a sauna under the covers.

About 5:30 a.m, Don got up to use the restroom. As he walked back into the room I said:

"I just heard it again ! ! ! "

Then it flew right into him. [expletive]

Now, he believed me.

We turned on all the lights and couldn't find it. We opened the door wall, shut off the lights, closed the door and hoped it found it's way out.

Monday night, I didn't stay at Don's ... but the bat did!

Poor Don was awaken by it flying around again. He got up and read online how to get them to leave the house. FYI - lights out, door/window open, light on outside ... then it should leave.

So now, Tuesday night, I'm home and hoping tonight Don isn't awaken by "fftttt-ffftttt-fftttt"

Hummmm, maybe it was Don all along ... could he be ...

"Over-baaaaaaaaaaaay"

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 07:54:00 +0000

Bottom of the 9th: Jays 5, Tigers 2

BUT, we had fanfunkintastic seats!
First row behind visitors dugout.

Beer, hot dogs, peanuts, down by 3, did I mention great seats?

We also had the ~~drunk~~ guy standing/walking/moving/ behind, to the side, and in front of us non-stop yelling to Toronto's 1st baseman Lyle Overbay.

"Over-baaaaaaaaaaaaay" x's 500 x's a million decibel's.

We never did figure out why he was yelling at him and Overbay had his drunk-dar earplugs properly in place.

Abrey Huff hit a homer to tie the game.

Then the rain started.

Damn, did we have great seats!

Bottom of the 10th Brandon Inge scores on Alex Avila's hit and with the win, the rain stops.

But, "Over-baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay" didn't.

Detroit Tigers 6 - Toronto Blue Jays 5

Sorry Sherry, here's your happy campers:

P.S. Remember last game when I got a $30 parking ticket that I was going to fight? I took all kinds of photos of the area (panoramic view even) showing no signs posted, to send in with the unpaid ticket?

Yeah, I didn't remember it either until I got a late notice and an increase to $80.

That spot was always available to park at before ... always for night games.

So oops, I did it again! Another fricking $30 ticket.

I better get my Denny Crane brain going and do something about it.

Don and Janet - Truly a Love Story

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 18:09:00 +0000

Don's parents 50th wedding anniversary was August 26.

As I explained in my last post, Don and his siblings planned a surprise party for them. It was this past Sunday, over two weeks after the date. Although I suspect the element of surprise was spilled, the excitement and enjoyment was felt by everyone all afternoon.

I haven't known his folks long, but they are the kind of people that you warm up to almost immediately. Janet has the quickest, funniest, ~~innocent~~ comebacks to anything dished out. Don makes a great straight-man, sidekick. Don, aka "Waldo" has an uncanny ability to disappear into any situation only to pop-up in the most humorous ways.

I could go on and about their accomplishments in life, their trials and tribulations of raising kids, owning and operating a huge farm and produce business, all while dealing with life's ups and downs.

The true testament of love, devotion, determination, respect, appreciation, loyalty, companionship and friendship was witnessed on Sunday. The volumes of photo albums documented their 50 year road together thus far. Their children and grandchildren are the living links to future generations. The many friends and extended family that joined in the celebration, confirm what is apparent, Don and Janet have touched many lives and are loved by a community of friends, family, neighbors, and past employees.

I look forward to celebrating with them the next milestone!

Congratulations!

*The Rain, The Park, & Other Things

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:51:00 +0000

Friday: Don's boss gave him tickets to the Detroit Tiger's game ... Tiger Den seating. Don made dinner reservations for us and his folks. The seating allows us to watch the game while ~~pigging out~~ enjoying a fabulous buffet.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get in touch with his folks, so at the last minute asked another couple. Acquaintances of his ... never again, enough said. ( Do people still figure/tabulate/ask the waitress to divide to the penny, tabs for a couple bucks difference? Um, yes, was getting embarassing)

Our view, as we ate, sheltered from a misty rain game.

********************

Saturday: After Don got off work, we headed out fishing. It was kind of rough, but we made it out to our spot. Then it got worse. Then I was soaked. So was Don. The waves were so bad, the anchor wasn't holding, the boat was taking on water ... to my knees, and the fish weren't biting. Waves were coming up over and into the boat. As I looked around, I noticed we were the only ones on the lake. And above us? Coast Guard circling overhead. I wasn't worried, as I've said before, Captain Don knows what he's doing.

I had brought us each an extra jacket for warmth to wear on our way back because it has been getting cold when the sun goes down. Don looked at me and said "I think we should put our jackets on." I'm thinking no way, I don't want that to get wet too, I'll wait until it starts getting darker. Then he began to put a life jacket on me. Ohhhhh, THAT kind of jacket. Humm, he's never pulled them out, ever. Oooookay, I get it.

Long story short, Coast Guard kept an eye on us as Don made our way over these HuGe-AsS waves back to his canal. We were about an hour and a half on this roller coaster. I wasn't concerned at all, just frozen. We never said a word the whole way back. He was using all his skills keeping us on course, I was understanding the effects of washboard torturing.

I'm only going to say this once,sniff, then never speak of it again. The first thing Don has bought for me, may she RIP, didn't make it. She was in the pole mount on the top of the boat and must have flown out with all the waves hitting us.

Poor "PINK", she's swimming with the fishes.

********************

Sunday: Fake 50th Anniversary party BBQ at Don's sister's house for his folks. The real deal is a surprise, this coming Sunday, a big shin-dig at a beautiful Golf Club with many friends and family.

50 years!
August 26, 1959

Don and his mom, he's her first born.

His mom was a bit (understatement) disappointed her kids didn't have a party planned for them ... and she let everyone know it. Their anniversary was August 26th. She is the sweetest person walking this Earth and I'm sure later she'll feel bad for speaking out. We are all having a good laugh at her because she's been ~~whining~~ talking to her sisters about this disappointment, but keeping a smile face on for the rest of the family.

Oh see this sweet face?

She's Don's bro-in-law's mother. When they were all playing kickball, yes even his folks, I sat with her and enjoyed talking in circles with her sweet Alzheimer's self!

Just like in school, I wasn't picked for kick-ball?!?!

That's okay, I like a good gabfest of nonsensical BS every once-in-a-while.

And this is Scott. He and I seem to be the only ones that ever take photos, so we took one of each other since nobody else takes pictures of us!

*The rain the park and other things, yeah, that's a Cowsill song .

If I Had Health Insurance ...

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 02:56:00 +0000

... my premium would be approximately $659.00 a month
( just for me, no dependents)
with a $2500.00 deductible and a 70/30 copay.

I can't afford it.

But ...

Armada MI 2009 Fair

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 19:38:00 +0000

Just as we entered the gates, the first thing that hit me was the smell of manure.

The Armada Michigan, 2009 Annual Fair was in full swing.

We walked through the 4H area and ~~smelled~~ checked out some of the animals. Elle Mae Clampett and I have DNA from the same gene pool, so of course I loved (and wanted to hug) every one of these adorable animals. How can you raise them from a baby only to sell them to slaughter? I guess that's why I'm not a farmer.

Then, we headed over to the area where the demolition derby had already begun. Don's father and brother were in the packedlikesardines grandstand with Don's three little nephews. We made our way to them and ska-weeeeeezed in between the other sardines.

My-oh-my, what a riot! We all picked our "winning cars" and it began. I was so into it, I forgot Don's dad was sitting right there, forgot my "sweet lady demure" and began ~~shouting~~ rooting for my car! My car #77 came in second place.

Nothing like the Armada Fair Queen and her Court throwing beads out into the grandstands during the demolition derby!

Off to the beer tent. Wow, just wow. [said the city girl] Look at the size of this tent! They had a great band and one dancer. One, one handed cowboy dancing 'till the cows come home. The mechanical bull had a few giving it the ole I've-got-a-few-beers-in-me confidence try.

As we left through the gates, the first thing to hit me was, I had quit smelling manure 5 minutes into the night.

When's the Romeo Peach Festival?

Cosmetic Surgery at My Age?

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 18 Aug 2009 14:12:00 +0000

My friend Julie and I were talking about growing old ~~gracefully~~ content with how we look.

Cosmetic surgery at my age? No, I'm past it.

I remember being in my 40's and noticing all the physical "flaws" I've fought /gave up on / fought / ignored / fought ... and cringed over. I've admitted to having a "boob lift" in my early 40's and anticipated the tummy tuck, eye lift, face touch up etc., to come.

I never did it. Truth be told, I couldn't afford it otherwise I'd have done it.

Now in my 50's, I'm accepting my flaws. The boobs are okay, but 10 years after a lift, gravity wins again. The crows feet and laugh lines? I earned them. Sure the c-section left me needing a tummy tuck. I remember that emergency c-section. If it hadn't turned out for the best, the scars and paunch wouldn't matter, I'd be carrying around a bigger emotional scar.

Yes, I sigh a little when I see the bikini clad women out on the boats. I keep reminding myself I was there once too. And they will be in their 50's showing their life lines soon enough.

I'm healthy (fingers crossed) and happy in my own skin. This is me, as it. I think what's inside is more important that what's on the outside. It's not to say I won't stick to a diet, or keep fretting about flibbles that jibble, but I know acceptance of my looks is healthier then carrying an inferior image anchor around.

: Okay Nancy, keep reading this over and over until you actually believe it :

Right of Way

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:58:00 +0000

I've been on hiatus from blogging because, well, I'm still fishing and hanging out on Lake St. Clair with Don and as fun as it is for me, I'm sure ya'll are getting bored with the same ole stories and pictures.

Here's a few pics from yesterday.

First, my biggest perch I ever caught. I had him in one hand, but before Don could snap the picture, he slipped out and landed on his head. Take two, same thing! That's why I'm holding that sucker with two hands. BTW, that glow isn't photo-shopped. I'm getting tan and the sun was glowing orange just before going down. It was a beautiful sunset.

We've been fishing out by the channel and I love watching the huge-ass freighters go by. Don pointed out this one as being 1,000 feet long. I started taking pictures as it was coming towards us. Don decided to cross the channel to fish on the other side. Perfect opportunity to take a front shot. Perfect time to pray we don't run out of gas or stall.

Look at our wake, yes, we were that close! Captain Don had it under control as I was snapping away. I did however have an escape plan in mind ... just in case. It involved a test of my jumping and diving skills. [smirk]

Captain Don and First Mate Klutz

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 00:40:00 +0000

I think I am dying.

I must have something going on and God has decided to give me some of the best times of my life before I depart. He must have chosen Don to be my guardian angel and see to it that I enjoy every moment.

Last Friday morning, we headed out to St. Clair for the Riverfest.

Don tied "Sunny" onto the swim platform so we'd have a way to get around town. Proved to be a blessing ... a fun one at that.

At the halfway point, we docked to fuel up and pick up Don's parents.

Don Sr.and Captain Don

I'm still learning all the boat "stuff", and I try to be a good first mate.

I'm a better klutz.

As Don docked, I decided to get out and tie us off. I jumped onto the dock. In flip-flops. Onto a slippery dock. As Don saw it, I went "ass over teakettle" and messed up my knee big time. I didn't feel it right away, but within an hour, I was struggling to even walk. I had 3 more days to go ... so I sucked it up. By the next day I could walk, but still felt sore. No more flippy-flops!

The whole downtown was shut down so the carnival and all the food vendors could set up. There were VIP tents set up along the river for viewing the nightly entertainment and the daily boat races.

As luck would have it, Don's brother had his VIP tent set up directly in front of the stage.

Friday night was Eddie Money ... awesome, a show that had everyone singing and dancing. Saturday night was American Idol's Josh Gracin, another excellent show.

We had cocktails, friends, cocktails, family, cocktails, food, cocktails, fun! Oh, and we had a couple cocktails that weekend.

The weather was on our side and the weekend was a great time. We came home Monday and I think I came to life Tuesday.

The Weekend Crib

Preview...come back for the follow-up!

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 18:55:00 +0000

This coming weekend is going to be so much fun. (I know, like I haven't already been having more than my share this summer?)

Dons hometown, St. Clair, Michigan is hosting their annual Riverfe st.

We're going to leave Friday morning by ~~huge ass~~ boat and stay through the weekend, on the boat. Yes! I'm already loving it.

Don has a new moped/scooter "Sunny" that we'll be taking to tool around town on. She looks like this, except green. (I'm sure she'll get in some pics this weekend)

The festival has a carnival for the kids.(carnies scare the be-jesus out of me)

On the schedule are off-shore boat races, all four days Friday-Monday. Kind of like the one held this past weekend just outside Don's canal on Lake St. Clair. Here are a few shots. Yes, it was awesome to watch!

(click pictures to view larger)

Music and bands are scheduled through out the weekend. Eddie Money and American Idol's Josh Gracin will be there.

I think the best part will be the fact that this is Dons home town and he'll probably see many old friends. His folks and sibs will all be there too.

I'm going to pace myself ... all this excitement makes me forget that vodka needs to be doled out with respect to food intake! On second thought .....

"I've got two tickets to paradise..."

I love you BUT ....

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 03:10:00 +0000

Once you moved out, I "de-teenage girled" my house. (yes that is a word if you're a mom of teens)

You've been out over 2 years now. That means my house is in order. I have everything where I want it and for the most part, it's usually clean.

I have converted your bedroom to my "Barbie Room".

I made your bathroom a "spa" type room. That ahhhh, tub soaking room with all the very pale green and ivory colors ... as in towels and throw rugs.

My kitchen has clean, uncluttered counters.

My laundry is always caught up.

My kitchen garbage never has a chance to overflow.

I never walk into the bathroom to find the TP roll empty or in the kitchen, the paper towel roll spent. No wet wash cloths left in my shower.

The toothpaste tube never looks like it got in a gang fight and forgot it's gang.

My blow dryer is always stowed under the bathroom sink and the flat iron fits nicely in the drawer.

You and your boyfriend had "words" Monday and you decided you needed a brain break.

5 'o'clock AM you showed up at my house. I'm your mom, I understand and you are always welcome here.

BUT ...

Can you PLEASE NOT TRASH MY HOUSE?

In the two days/nights you've been here, I can tell what you've worn, what you've eaten, what color make up (YES it's ON my IVORY rugs in the bathroom) you've used.

I see black mascara on my white pillow case. Blobs of toothpaste in the sink. Wads of Kleenex wherever you were sitting as you poured out your drama to your girlfriends on the phone.

My brushes are loaded with your hair. And where is my wide tooth comb I use on my wet hair?

My black heels are in your pile of cloths on the floor. Oh yes, that's another thing. Sure, do laundry here, but jeez Louise, you used all my hangers, filled the spare closet, and now have your clothes semi-folded in piles on the Barbie Room floor. Or are they piles of dirty ones ... or both?

I love you dearly, but if you don't make up with your boyfriend or get a place with a girlfriend, I will be on the 11 o'clock news for drop kicking your azz through the goal posts of life!

You think I'm kidding? Here's just a glimpse:

I know these are blurred,
you get the picture though.

Dating in the Dark

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 21 Jul 2009 04:18:00 +0000

Dating in the Dark premiered last night. Another "reality" show.

I've never been a big fan of TV. Even less of reality shows.

*** Side note, I have been into Project Runway but only because Mary is up for an Emmy for her work on the show ***

Last night I was channel surfing and this new show was starting. In a nutshell, 3 guys, 3 girls all meet in a room of pitch blackness, get to know each other's personality via Q's and A's, pair off, get one on one time in the dark (no hanky- panky going on) and in the end, there's the visual reveal.

Will the beauty continue on and get to know the geek or the hunk of hawtness pass on the geeky girl?

Basically, are they shallow enough to allow their initial attraction to be swayed by looks?

Personally, I didn't think any of them were bad looking, the girls or the guys. I think I am already a seasoned enough "dater" to know looks don't count. Well, they aren't the biggest part of the pie chart at least.

Okay, so I do admit to being a wee-bit ... alright, more than a wee-bit shallow.

First thing I usually notice ... lips. If I don't think I could kiss them, [shrugs] The eyes are second, they have to smile. Kindness trumps everything.

I'm fortunate to have Don, he's got the looks, the heart, and a great mind.

Don, with Sue and Julie, who also find him charming!

::Gasp:: Naked Boating

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:29:00 +0000

Yesterday was HOT 86ish.

The lake had tiny whitecaps, but Don and I decided it would be a great day to go fishing.

We took off, out further than last time, to a spot where his neighbor was having luck. We were just out past my last post showing the freighters.

The wind was picking up, the waves were rolling, not another boat in sight. I was diggin' it. I love just laying there, holding the fishing pole, sipping cocktails, feeling the rock of the boat, hearing the waves smack the side. Ahhhhh, nothing better.

Don got a bite ... one bite ... one little perch.

Nancy ... nothing.

For me, it's not as important to catch, as it is just spending some time shutting down the brain and enjoying our conversations.

We were out for a couple hours and the wind was really picking up.

Me: "Don, what is that red chopper doing over head?"

Don: "Just the coast guard."

Me: ::: Holds up bottle, salutes the international gesture for cheers :::

Coast Guard: Waves and takes off.

Me: "Damn, I think I just missed a mooning opportunity. "

Anyway, it was time. Sun beautifully glowing as it goes down, waves really rolling in and no fish.

We headed back, but it was so rough out there the boat would not get "on plane" (yeah my non-boater buds, go link-look, I didn't know either). This was going to be a longer ride back.

We were rocking and bobbing. Don assured me we'd be fine, but I didn't even think otherwise. He's a great Captain and the thought that we wouldn't be fine never crossed my mind. Actually, I was enjoying the ride.

The weather was still quite warm but the spray from the lake was cold. We started getting soaked. I had on a tank and jean cut-offs. Don had a T and light-weight shorts. The wetter we got, the colder it felt. I looked over and Don had his shirt off, hanging from the boat to dry. I could see he was warmer that way because the air was warm. Next his shorts came off. I was laughing and grabbing the camera at the same time.

He was piloting the boat buck-nekkid, the air was warm and he was dry.

Me, cold and wet.

What the heck, we were the only ones on the lake. Seriously ... not a soul around. Off came my clothes. I was warm and dry and standing there in my birthday suit.

Don hung my clothes up in the wind to dry too, but just then, his T-shirt broke loose and was gone. No way was I going risk my clothes going to the abyss, so I reeled them in to safety.

We made it almost back to his place before we put our clothes on, dry for the most part, and even then, there wasn't anyone in sight.

Upside, I like naked boating.
Downside, I like naked boating ... I see more fodder ahead.

Pictures???? He'd kill me!

*** This is really a PSA in survival and how to stay warm in this kind of situation. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. ***

Another Weekend Warrior Wrap-up

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 04:25:00 +0000

I recently bought a blue fishing pole. It always knotted up and wasn't working well. It never caught any "keepers" and never a walleye. Really, the thing was a bad seed.

Don bought me a new rod and reel last Friday. A pink one.

She's a Shakespeare Ladyfinger. A portion of the proceeds goes to Breast Cancer Awareness. Yeah Don for wanting to help save the boobies! This is what she looks like. I call her PINK. (unlike my other secret boyfriend, Mr. Pink)

First day out she caught a 5 lb. silver bass and 2 small perch. She has possibilities.

Okay, now more water shots. Here's a totally different idea of "Lake St. Clair" for those of you not living in Michigan.

We went out about seven miles to the channel. Fishing wasn't as plentiful as we had hoped for, but the freighters were.

How about this beautiful sailboat? There were many others out there.

We stayed out to watch the sunset. These photos are SOC, no photo-shopping or touching them up. Yes, it was this beautiful. Romantic too *wink*

One more thing.

Cheyne (Don's son) ... you are so flippin' sweet!

He knows what I'm talking about.

Picture this (because there is NO picture)

Lucille Ball ( AKA moi)

Buzzers ... hair ... guard on #3 ... hair looking nice ... guard off ... shaving neck and around ears ... all looking nice... one small area FRONT AND CENTER that needed #3 to even out ... ~~Nancy~~ Lucy forgets she's in shave mode and hits it ...ZIP.

OMG I thought I'd die. Know what Cheyne said?

"Take it all down to #1 and it'll grow back."

Can you believe it? No freaking out, no shocked deer-in-the-headlights look.

He even hugged me goodbye!

Think he'll give me a second try?

July 3,4,5th

MarieMillard@gmail.com (Nancy) — Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:55:00 +0000

Friday, Don and I went with friends to Luna Kai Tiki Bar by boat.

My friend Pat's band, No One Else, was playing outdoors by the water on this beautiful night. For some reason, the dancing hadn't started yet. Mary, Cindy, Verna, and myself solved that faster than we could take the first sip of many cocktails that weekend.

Steve, Mary, Verna, Cindy, me

White pants, shoes kicked off, yes, they were filthy by nights end. And speaking of end, indeed I was doing the booty dance but geeeez Louise, baby's got back in this photo.

Steve, Cindy, me, and Don

Don was kind enough to let me take a seat ... or did I fall into his lap?

The next day Don and I went on his boat to MacRay Harbor to meet with others and commence getting our party on. Mind you, this is my first year experiencing the whole "boating" thing. I have a lot to learn. I'll make this brief, skip through the parts ~~that embarrass me~~ I can't quite remember, and just say I had a great weekend. Thank you D! Look here:

Picture of Don in his cowboy hat on the way to MacRays.
Picture of the 42' Maxum we stayed on.
Picture of all the boats tied off.
Picture of Sue, Gil, Steve, Mary, Joe, Kristen, Steve, and Cindy.
Picture of Don, smiling with a cocktail.
Picture of Don in the dingy.
Picture of us three girls in the dingy.
Picture of Nancy being awaken by Don after passing out in bed (in wet shorts).
Pictures of the awesome firework display MacRay put on.
Pictures from the crazy gauntlet at Muscamoot Bay
Etc., etc., etc.

Don't ask ... stuff happens when you start with Bloody Marys for breakfast, Vodka and Lemonade for lunch, and who gives a crap as long as it's on ice for dinner!

Stuff = camera went overboard the first night. It didn't float. [smirk]

As much fun as I had, I've learned:

I can't party like a rock star.
I can't party like a rock star three days in a row.
I can't keep up drink for drink with Don.
I met some really nice people ... on a boat.
I am lucky to have Don ... one of the last "good guys".