Happy Colintine's Day #28

Colintine's Day # 28

the perfect combo... 

Colin's Birthday and Valentine's Day.

28 years ago, the day Colin was born

was a pinch me…full circle life moment.  

Colin's birthday on Valentine's day

THE day of love, with my love…

was perfectly fitting.  

Love all around. 

pass the hugs and kisses.

Anywhooo….

I love full circle life moment stories 

and this is one…

When Colin was in the 6th grade, 

he asked for a bass guitar for Christmas and 
when Santa said Yes to the Bass....
it was music to his ears.

To say that Colin rocked our house through the years 

is an understatement…

you could always find him jamming away…

and practicing his rockstar moves

for the big stage...someday.  he hoped.

In Y2K when Colin was 12 years old, 

his dad (such a nice guy)

took him to see the band Lit in New Haven, CT  

THE band that he LOVED…and 

THE song…"My Own Worst Enemy."

Fast Forward...2016, 

Colin is (almost) 28 and he is playing bass
on the big stage 

with Dustin Lynch and Lit 

at a show in Anaheim, California…

playing THE song "My Own Worst Enemy."

I'm guessing Colin was picturing his 12 year old self 

in his room 
jamming and jumping to Lit.
A pinch me...full circle life moment.

Those rockstar moves he was working on 

16 years earlier

probably came in handy.

Happy birthday to 
a son 

who is talented, creative, funny and fun to be around.  

And most of all 
a son 

who is nice, sweet, thoughtful, kind
and
always loving and caring to his mother...

and that will always and forever 

make Colin 
a rockstar in my eyes.

Happy 30th Birthday Chelsea

Chelsea is 

XXX

(Don't worry…she's not X-rated…

 just roman numerals for 30.)

Today Chelsea 
is staring down the barrel 

of a new DECADE.

No worries my dear Chelsea, 
30 is the new 20

and at 30 

you have the benefit of learning from past life experiences.

Every day has brought you to where you are now…

the sweet spot…

older and wiser than those in their teens and twenties…

and a youngster to those in their 40's, 50's and BEYOND

Enjoy that sweet spot.

A birthday on January 21st puts Chelsea 
under the Aquarius Zodiac sign. 

I find it hard not to sing the song 

"The Age of Aquarius" by the 5th Dimension…

a song that was big in the late 60's.  

Chelsea actually makes a great 

flower child of the 60's 

with her flower crown and Free People threads.

Sing with me….

"When the moon is in the Seventh House

And Jupiter aligns with Mars

Then peace will guide the planets

And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius

The Age of Aquarius

Aquarius, Aquarius"

Anywhoooo….

30 is a milestone birthday…

a mile marker along the road of life.

As much as Chelsea is thinking about 
her age now starting with a 3, 

her birthday is also a 
milestone threshold moment for PaulA and I.

A threshold where I can't help but pause and
 think back to her past milestones...

her first words (dog, dog),  
her first steps (1/31/87), 
her first birthday (St. Louis-1/21/87), 

her first haircut (1/6/90),

her first wheels (Bri made Chelsea a car for 16th bday)

her graduation day from BAMA (mother's day, 2008), 

her marriage to Austin, her college sweetheart (9/27/2014).

But along with the many milestones...
I like to think back to the 
small quiet moments with Chelsea…
moments with no particular dates on a calendar
just wonderful memories I carry with me...
holding baby Chelsea on my lap, 
putting bows in her hair, 
reading her Berenstain Bears Books,
making her favorite grilled cheese sandwiches, 
pushing her on the swings, 
Chelsea waving goodbye from the school bus window, 
her big smile getting off the bus to come home, 
Chelsea playing with Colin and Brianna,
Chelsea hugging her baby doll...
...the small things.

1/21 is a big BIG day for Chelsea

…and also a big BIG day for me...
(I can't jump that high)

...the day Chelsea 

and our dear Lord 
made me a mom...
the best job. ever.

Happy XXX birthday Chelsea

I'm  adding a couple of O's to your X's

XOXOX

Cyber Monday Shopping

The monday morning after Thanksgiving I woke up 

(from my tryptophan coma)

to find I had 76 emails and said out loud 

 "hot dang, 

I am popular today." 

So I scrolled through my peeps…

to see who was checking in...

okay, there's

Tiffany, 

(hey girl)

Joss,

Dot,

Max,

Ann,

and

Joe 

Then I took a closer look...

more like...

Tiffany & Co, 

Joss & Main

Dot & Bo

Max Restaurant Group

Ann Taylor

Joe Photo

It hit me….

It was Cyber Monday and 

I was being 

Cybersolicited.

anywhooo…..

I totally understand the attraction of Cyber Monday.  

If you can get a deal on something online and 

spare the crowds and 

long wait in lines 

at the Taj mamall…

why not?   

But this Kat has never been an online shopper...

call me old fashioned  (not old)…

I like to pick the item up, 

turn it over, 

shake it, 

try it on, 

and

smell it 

before I buy.  

It must pass the smell test before I buy it. 

You can't do that on the internet. 

  

After being bombarded by all the

 cybermail for cybersales 

I decided to hit the cybertrail

and hit up Target for a little cybershopping... 

only to find

I was stuck in a virtual line

behind thousands. 

(Bring on the 10 people that would have been 

ahead of me at the brick-and-mortar Target.)

I wished I had a cyber sword to cut the line.

For me...

Cyber Monday shopping stinks.

And it has to pass the smell test.

Thanksgiving Day Food Mashups

When it comes to Mashups...I am a fan of some....

like the blending of

Maroon 5 "Sugar" and Katy Perry's "Birthday" songs...

But when it comes to a turducken.

Not so much.

I'm sure by now, you are familiar with the turducken,

the triple threat of birds

 turkey, duck and chicken ...

three birds in one.

Gobble

Quack 

Cluck

I was introduced to the turducken 5 years ago.  

Hello Turducken, it's me.

When I first heard about the Super bird, 

I cried fowl. 

On the outside, the turducken appears to be the usual 

fowl weathered feathered friend 

who is fattened up for our tryptophan coma. 

However, on the inside, the turducken is a bird of a different feather. 

Inside the turducken lurks 2 other birds 

quacking and clucking to get out.

The sight of the triple bird spurred a triple response in me …

shock

terror

nausea. 

The de-boned chicken…stuffed into a 

de-boned duck…stuffed into a 

de-boned turkey…reminds me of those 

Russian nesting dolls, in poultry form.

I wonder what wine goes best with turducken?

Anywhooooooooo……….

Although the turducken still doesn't fly 

with me....

I am a fan of the newest frankenfood mashup...  

the Piecaken...

pie stuffed inside cake.

The pie/cake combinations are endless.

What could be sweeter than that???

The sight of the layers of confection spurred a new triple response in me...

salivation

satisfaction

YUMMMM

I actually think mashup works best 

with most foods at Thanksgiving.

After I pile everything on my plate 

the foods begin overlapping and 

invading each other.

The mashed potatoes from the east start crowding out the defenseless peas to the north while the 

 bold squash out of the south 

carefully creeps onto the unknowing stuffing from the west.

This was an "ew" when I was 10.

Let the Mashups Begin.

Happy Thanksgiving y'all.

Buns and Puns

When you reach a certain age, 

"they" advise you to become intimate with

a gastroenterologist.  

After putting up a real stink and 

procrastinating until the cows come home, 

you eventually succumb to the nastiest of procedures...

it's colonoscopy time, folks.

This time it was PaulA's turn.  

I had my colonoscopy last winter during a full moon, 

so my job was to drive PaulA back and forth to his procedure.

 He definitely got the bum end of the deal.   

ba dum dum

I admit, 

the only thing that gets me through the 

twists and turns of  a colonoscopy is the puns.  

Buns and Puns.

And it didn't get better than this. 

This was the sign on the medical building of my colonoscopy. 

for real.

I arrived laughing my ass off. 

Anywhoooo…..

I am always correcting PaulA that the word "colonoscopy"

 is pronounced Colon–oscopy. 

NOT...Colin-oscopy. 

I have to remind him that we didn’t name our son 

after an internal organ…

especially one so twisted and dirty. 

They say the prep is the worse part. 

And "they" would be right.

The prep poops you out

with

ingestion of a liquid roto-rooter  and 

mad dashes to the loo. 

And a note of caution:

a fart is not just a fart.  

It should never EVER be underestimated. 

And a laugh or a cough could also prove disastrous.  

I’ll spare you the behind the scenes details of the procedure.   Let's just say, 

it involves a very long garden hose 

with a light and a camera attached to the end

(The only time it is acceptable to be hosed.)

and  

the best sleep ever…

the Wizard of Oz poppy field kind...

not the kind you get in Aisle 5 at Walgreens.

I remember asking the Dr. after my colonoscopy 

if he found a polyp, 

not PaulA...

he asked his Dr. if he found any money in there.  

PaulA = a smart ass

I find it interesting that before you get your ass out of Dodge

they give you a farting parting gift; 

a picture of the inside of your colon.

Although the picture is quite interesting,

it's not really worth framing.

Luckily PaulA doesn't have to go back for another 10 years.  He asked his Dr. if he would be around for his next colonoscopy to which the Doc answered "Nope."  

I'm sure 

he's seen his share of assholes through the years.

And needs a change...

of view. 

You have to be tired of the cracks and cheeky humor.

I'll end now.

The best thing about a Colonoscopy is the puns.  

Buns and Puns.

Act Your Age

I have a bone to pick with Facebook.  

(Yes Mark Z, I'm talking to you.)

The day before my birthday I logged on to FB 

and a message immediately popped up:  

Tomorrow is Kathy Healy's xxth birthday.  

Did I really need to be reminded  I was turning another year?  Come on Marky Mark… 

Couldn't you at least let me enjoy my last day of that year.  

So if I was getting the FB reminder, 

I'm guessing everyone else was too.  

I was surprised my birth year appeared.  

I had tried to get rid of it from my profile earlier but Failed 

so I changed my birth year to 1976.  

(FB probably did the math and figured

no way did I have a child at 10.)

PaulA told me to call FB. 

huh?  

I didn't know that was an option.  

Anyone know how to get in touch with Mr. Z?  

Maybe

 1.800.PLZ.MYOB .

Apparently I'm acting my age…

old and cranky.

Anywhoooo….

They say you are only as young as you feel.  

This morning I woke up feeling 39 (Winning)…

with a golf game planned later in the day with PaulA.  

But my noon I was feeling my age plus some extra years.  (Fail)

 I somehow twisted a side muscle and could barely move.  A first for me…

and the perfect old person gift to myself on my birthday.

I downed an Alleve, hit the outside lounger, and waited 

for the meds to kick in.  

Again, acting my age.

So If age is a state of mind…at this moment 

I'm living in the oldest state that comes to mind.  

I am looking forward to Jeopardy tonight.  

Like most old people…I can't miss it…

especially 

when the current winner has won 12 times in a row.  

Acting my age.

There is hope for me....

I am going to dinner at 8 pm which is way past the 

Early Bird Old folk Special 

But I must say,

I am onboard when it comes to an early happy hour.

Acting my age.

Old people are the BEST.

Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit - October 1st

October 

is one of my favorite months...

other than Summer...

which apparently is a season 

but feels more like a month.  

ya know what I'm talkin' about?

It's a new month and I'm 

remembering all the way back to last week...
the trip PaulA and I took with good friends 
to visit good friends 

in Steamboat Springs, Colorado.
Hence, all good.

special thanks to Lee & Susan

Anywhooo whooo whooo

In honor of the 1st of the month
I'm posting 
some pics of our hike up Rabbit Ears Pass...

Rabbit

Rabbit

Rabbit