Monthly Archives: January 2015

Bogle Vineyards, California

Not bad. This Chardonnay was light, crisp, slightly nutty. Smooth and a tiny bit sweet. I don’t think I would serve this at a party, but fine for a glass after work. $9-$12


It Will Take A Special Man

Sure, this is a funny picture. That is my son Johnny, pinching my sisters boyfriend’s nose, haha! Johnny is special needs and often does silly things like this. He loves everyone, hence him sitting on Bryan’s lap. This convinces me that I will find a partner who can embrace my son the same way Bryan does. I won’t settle for a man that simply “tolerates” Johnny. I want a partner that accepts, interacts and embraces Johnny. I have to believe that there is someone out there for us 🙂

Coffee Talk


This coffee was so good that I drank it all before I could snap a picture of it! Every morning while in London, I went to Esquires and had the white mocha with whipped cream and white chocolate shavings. It is about a 10 minute walk from the hotel I stayed at on Holland Road, but worth the wait.

Next time you’re on that side of town, check them out! They have fantastic pastries and other fresh desserts as well.
Across the street from the Shepherds Bush station
(Westfield London Shopping Centre, West 12 Shopping Centre
Ariel Way, London, United Kingdom
+44 20 8740 3344)


I am very picky as to what I re-blog. This post struck a chord in me! I’m sure I’m not the only one who can relate to this. Check it out.


There are triggers, even today, more than 20 years later that create an uncontrollable reaction.

When triggered I become some strange Quinton Tarantino character acting in one of his famous satirical non-linear story lines. I just want to beat my head against the wall until all I feel is the wall’s unmovable strength and all I hear is silence.

Emotional wires get crossed, my blood pumps harder, my breath quickens, and I want to run away from everything.  It can be hearing the wrong person’s voice at the wrong time, passing someone who looks like someone else, old heartaches resurfacing in the most mundane of things… a picture, a song, a phrase.

Or maybe it’s a person who makes me feel safe and then they do something (it can be intentional or unintentional) and I don’t feel safe anymore.

It always comes down to one thing… a sense of betrayal.

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