Good Meowwwnin everybody…

Now if you haven’t yet figured it out I am an animal lover but more specifically a cat lover and that my friends just happened.. It evolved when MY very first cat Leo pierced my heart in such a magical and never going back kinda way…But that blog is for another time..

A PIECE of CAKE is about my father George, Sonny, Bro, etc. from where? That’s right folks Eugenia Street in New Bedford Massachusetts..Yes, Yes, Yes, we all know this now, and if you don’t you do now..And that’s a great thing because my father as you have noticed has played a very instrumental key role in/on the person that I am today…A very kind, and thoughtful person, a patient person, a person who has the ability to fix things and put things together and while doing the such I have no idea how I know how to do it, etc. for I just do as it oddly just comes naturally so thank you, Dad!!!  Let’s give a big shout out to my Dad yo!!!!

Ok so as we get older, yes all of us are getting older by the second tickety tok, tickety tok as the minutes tick on here some of us are older than us and we are older than others but younger than others yata yata yata… So my dad has to get his blood tested once a month (let me clarify this he is SUPPOSED to do that but does he? Well, that’s a good question and another story haha) at what we call the coumadin clinic club.  He is on a blood thinner called warfarin and the purpose of getting his blood tested every month is to make sure that his levels aren’t too high and/or too low…A perfect number range is between 2 and 3…So if his numbers are too high it means his blood is too thin won’t coagulate and that is not a good thing because essentially he could bleed out and if the numbers are too low it means that it is too thick sludge-like and that could cause a plethora of other scenarios which also aren’t good. Ok so easy enough taking him to get it done..As you are all familiar with the proto call of going to any clinic… we go into the clinic get through the grueling formalities hence allowing us to advance to next level of getting signed in and then basically waiting for them to say the magical word “George” at which point he usually leans over to me asking me “Did they just call me?” “Yes dad they sho did, now up and at ’em, chop-chop as he gets up and gives a big smile to the “bloodsucker” only to re-emerge moments later saying his branded very iconic line….  “PIECE OF CAKE” as he is seen pointing his finger in front of everybody….I know ya all are dying to see the picture so without further ado…

and naturally, we laugh and carry on out of there faster than we came in..In fact as I ponder the such he has quite the pep in his step as we are walking out the door with his cane as opposed to going into the clinic…Amazing how that works..Anyhow in the interim, while we are waiting for them to call him in “George” we rap about anything and everything..I usually show him the latest pictures I have taken with my phone…We discuss politics etc. which I can with my dad because why people he is my dad…In fact people we should all be able to talk politics being on the same page or not being on the same page but not get all kinds of ridiculously heatedly stupid over it because why people lets not forget that our beautiful country allows us freedom of speech…Freedom of speech people..Now swallow that for a few… Ok enough of that now moving on…

Ok now focusing on my dads coined coumadin club quote.. “piece of cake” lets kinda dissect this quote here for the question is, is it a piece of cake driving/getting Mr. Daisy as I refer to him as (another great movie, by the way, called Driving Miss Daisy a must-see) there not some much at times ha.  For let’s call it what it is he can be a force to reckon with at times I gotta be honest with you.  I have to literally tell him prep him a week prior to “Dad next week we have to go visit the club” I try to spin it in a way making it sound glamourous by calling it the club ha..And of course, he is on his obliging A game at the time “No problem what day” but then when “said” week approaches he gets a bit lippy with me, a bit of a challenge I might say…”Ahh, I don’t feel like going today, Chrissy.” And then the song and dance goes this way… “Why dad, I drive you all you have to do is get into the car and out of the car, etc..I know its a pain but you have to do it…”..I know the steps leading up to it is a pain but we are not in a rush you have to walk slow using your gorgeous cane for everyone to stare at and drool over…I have the patience of a saint this amazing quality I inherited from you.. I NEVER rush you as no one should EVER rush the elderly by the way they have a lot of aches and pains and have to roll slowly and wisely as to avoid falling down etc…Especially going downstairs…I tell my dad like a drill Sargent look at your feet when stepping up or down to make sure you are seeing the step and not dragging your feet we can’t have any carelessness here hence why the drill Sargent in me comes out…ha And lets NOT forget people tickety tock here someday we will be the elderly needing guidance…We are not exempt from it..And FINALLY dad the coup de grace here is ya get to spend quality time with me how fantabulous is that and vice versa which makes it ALL worthwhile..Am I right?  Of course I am..  Ok good so with all of the above said be ready to roll on Tuesday as we are going to hang out at the “club”…haha

And as always thank you, Jesus…And stay true to you and always speak your truth. And NEVER NEVER roll over and play possum…For nothing will get solved by doing the possum dance..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone trailblazahh here to talk about well something that most people would rather not talk about…For they would much rather roll over and play possum to this somewhat uncomfortable topic…With that said it IS a part of life and well I am a firm believer in discussing or bringing things to light on the topics that most people would much rather well to be quite honest with you sweep under the rug…It’s the “shush if we don’t talk about it, it isn’t there” syndrome…Well news flash people, I am here to say that hell yea that the elephant is still in the room and (in this case it is on my lip) waiting to eventually rear its ugly head.

Ok, do I have your full attention?  Well then let’s carry on shall we people with that said I am blogging today bout COLD SORES…Yes, Yup that is right, cold freaking painful sores people they are a fact of life some people never get them, and whelp I am not one of them…For I get emm, and I get em hard oh and for the record people we are NOT diseased just saying..Don’t look at us in disgust, yes I get it, I have something quite foreign on my lip. Thank you for not letting me forget it for a modicum of a moment. …For up until this point I hadn’t found anything that would make it go away faster and by faster I mean MUCH faster until that is NOW.  And quite honestly I am so used to it by now that I don’t “See” it until that is the episode that lit the fire under my buttocks was the person who literally did a full on take of my lip in the isle at the grocery store. I will never forget that moment as I was engrossed in cat beds yes cat beds deciding on a color and then I “felt it” and you all know what I am talking about, it is THAT undeniable feeling. You know the “I think someone is staring at me feeling” usually I am wrong but not this day no siree Bob for I looked up and BOOMSHAKALAKA her eyes met with mine and well she tried to look as if she wasn’t looking at me she “pretended” to look above me but well you know the rest.  In any event it was her actions that literally brought my actions full on like Donky Kong..So thank you for that, for you know who you are..So immediately I chose a cat bed a beautiful color of pink no more hemming and hawing about that and then sought the advice of a pharmacist. The product she told me of, is no lie, worth its weight in gold..So thank you, thank you for something that actually works that IS literally true to their word. Anyhow this cold sore was I kid you not the size of a bloated tick full of blood, or a pimento olive which I flipping love by the way for I could eat a whole jar of those yummies.. In all honesty it was the biggest geyser yet..Ok I know ya all want to see it so without further ado ta daaaaaa here she is, my lip. 

Ay, chihuahua right? For it is huge…And what was it that brought it on…Unnecessary stress induced by my father, bro, Sonny from where? Yes Eugenia street from New Bedford Mass..But in this case “ponos ston kolo” (pain in the ars ) you see my dad has to take many pills…And I get it he doesn’t want to at times and he tries to rebel..By the way I definitely know where I get that trait from..Anyhow these pills he takes are very vital in keeping him breathing, for the intent is to avoid the bagpipes sounds as he refers to them in his chest which is an indication of fluid building up. We want a nice clean free of sound breath, don’t get me wrong I love bagpipes but at a parade (furosemide is a lasix that last six hours hence lasix for it takes fluid out of your body) I am thinking to myself and then out loud to my dad, so what that furosemide makes you have to go pee that is the point of that drug, it is NOT like you are leaving the house and all you have to do is walk yourself to the bathroom. Well actually not really walk as you know from my prior blogs ( and if you don’t know go and check em out for I think they are quite a maze balls Ha) he has to use his AMAZING undeniably gorgeous cane but it’s not like it’s a far trek…So basically you are telling me that ALL of this could have been avoided had you taken your furosemide? Ay caramba Dad come on now….YES…So needless to say my dad had an episode, but he is ok and now religiously taking his medication…But that stress and I mean unnecessary stress…Well it was NOT necessary…You hearing me dad?  And to you other older and much wiser folks, please we get it as my dad says “it tough getting older” and I get it, and sometimes we operate on the preface that hey I feel pretty dang good so I don’t need to take my medicine but in all reality it is the very thing that is making you feel good so don’t stop and with that said if you take your medicines well these self-induced episodes can be avoided… Listen for the love of God and Jesus If you don’t do it for us, and yourself (your amazing elderly wise selves) well then “do it for Johnny”… If you don’t know that reference that is a quote from one of my favorite movies The Outsiders and if you haven’t seen it well “do it for Johnny” for it is a MUST!

So with that said it started a day or two after “said episode”, to rear its ugly head on my lip..You know the feeling, it starts to bubble tingle below the “said hot spot surface” listen don’t get me wrong I am all about bubbling in fact bubbling is great when it is in my soda water, in a hot tub or champagne but NOT again I say NOT when it’s about to be birthed on my lip.  If you get them, you know exactly what I am talking about here, and then BOOM, it’s birthed for cyclops is born..And YIKES is all I have to say…

The DUAL moral of the story is, we have to face difficult situations head on before they get so out of control that we wish we had not rolled over and played possum..In my case because I have gotten so used to my cold sores I have kinda forgotten that they are there  but clearly not the lady in the store so I had to find a product that would help mitigate my situation and fast in other words the MINUTE I start to feel the bubbly bubblys. However people and side note here I can’t stress enough that we are not diseased so if you find yourself looking not intentionally or intentionally try to pretend like your not..This might invoke a little acting here but I am sure you can do it.. And Dad and everyone else I know you feel good and certain medicines can be an inconvenient and all so your thought is “why should I take this medicine I feel good etc. so because I feel good I am not interested in being inconvenienced today so I am going to pretend my condition is not there not take it”, but you have to take your medicine and take your medicine daily religiously as doctor directed.. Don’t pretend things are not there because trust you me in my case people will let you know telepathically. In your case bad ramifications that could have been completely avoided..And here it comes a TRIPLE meaning here… quite honestly people this pertains to everything in life…Don’t pretend things that need to be addressed (insert things that you need to address here) are not there for they will eventually rear their ugly heads..Get it before the volcano erupts..

Oh and  yes let’s NOT forget to mention the amazing product that I used for my lip and that I swear by……Drum roll please…It is  ABREVA….Anyone who has this problem you MUST invest in this product for it IS worth its weight in gold…Trust me you will not be disappointed..

And as always be true to you and THANK YOU JESUS.

 JESUS  is the WORD and the ANSWER

Hi everyone and God bless you all! Today I want to talk/blog about?  Yes, you guessed it Jesus..Now now, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I understand religion and politics are a big no no..You can’t discuss said politics UNLESS you all agree on the same politics, and then your like why can’t the “others” see and understand it blah, blah, blah, then it gets your blood boiling. That my friends is no fun and a waste of emotions am I right?…If for some reason you are going to “attempt” to talk politics boy oh boy you better tread lightly for taking that chance in and of itself, well quite honestly it becomes somewhat of a detective/sleuth (“Professor Plum figured out said person’s political side in the library, holding the I voted today sticker..Ha Love the game Clue by the way it kicks butt) game. Or a dance off, dancing around said subject trying to figure out where said political person stands on topic..And let me tell you what, quite honestly that is ridiculous..For we live in America it gives us the freedom of speech right so it IS ok to agree to disagree…It should be “I respect your opinion you respect mine…And BOOM leave it at that…And now, I shall reap my own words and do just that, leave it at that.

Jesus, Jesus the amazing selfless person who died on the cross for our sins…Don’t worry my intent and purpose here is to NOT get all holly and rolly on you, but to just talk about AGAIN the MOST perfect and selfless person ever, Jesus…So with that said I have my Christmas tree up all year long..Here is my Christmas tree.

Yes, that is correct you heard it and now are seeing it…I have my Christmas tree up all year long…Why? Because I celebrate his birth everyday of the year and every time I look at my tree which is everyday, I thank him for all that he has sacrificed for US… This selfless man sacrificed his life for us…And that is pretty miraculously powerful my friends…So, the least I can do is attempt to (which is next to impossible but none the less I try) emulate him…Although I got to be honest with you during challenging times in my life, the VERY challenging times in my life, you know what I am talking about for we all have emm, in that modicum of a moment I find myself asking, in this situation right now “What would Jesus do?” And being human I am notoriously known to go opposite..Argh..Argh..Argh! AGAIN I say argh and why? Why is it so dang hard to not do as Jesus would do?  Well honestly the only answer I can come up with (and it’s kinda crappy, kinda lame) is because we are human, and I will be the first to admit I am not perfect no siree Bob and am definitely a work in progress…However, the redemption here is that I am aware of it and am continually working on it..And that is why I thank him EVERYDAY for all that he has sacrificed for us, for that’s the least I can do..Thank you Jesus, and I thank God and the heavens for YOU!

In conclusion, the short but very powerful blog take away here is, spread the WORD of Jesus and thank him. Just continually thank him through out the day and talk to him, for he hears you and he is a great listener, in fact stop and take the moment to thank him RIGHT now!  Finally the ANSWER is, try to emulate Jesus as much as possible.  If we are all Jesus’s “work in progress” then that my friends is pretty dang miraculous… 

Till next blog and as always thank you Jesus..

Putting Your Best Hat Forward

Hey everyone “whats happonin hot stuffs” (another reference to one of my all time favorite movies 16 Candles for if you haven’t seen it, it IS a must?) Also a shout out to one my greatest college buddies Angelo, or as I call him Annnggaaaee…This is how we bonded watching this movie and you know how you always tend to repeat a certain dialogue over and over like a record skipping ha (like currently for me “Girl has no name”…. or  “Shame, shame, shame”…ha reference to Game of Thrones AMAZING I highly recommend you watching it, for it is amazing) that one iconic saying has forever stuck with us and that is how we greet each other 25 years later no less…Anyhow this is blog #what? Ha And honestly who cares..The point is, it’s now officially more than a few..…. and yippy freaking skippy ki yay for me…For I am so excited for myself, that I want you to imagine me jumping in air, with me clicking my feet together saying “there’s no place like home”..(Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz )… because that is what I just envisioned of myself doing..In fact, I am going to birth my “said” envision and do it RIGHT NOW!!…Boom shakalaka just did it…In fact I want you all to join in on doing it with me…Come on now 1…. 2…. 3….JUMP and click..Now, my spidey senses tell me that some of you didn’t do it, but that is ok….Next time fo sho…Speaking of JUMPING House of Pain one of my many favorite lyrical groups sing a song called “JUMP AROUND” and if you haven’t heard this song it is awesome and people it literally makes you just want to well quite honestly get up and jump and move your buttocks around.. In fact I am going to find that link for you all and insert it here..FYI Dad when you proceed to do this make sue you go at it slowly and most definitely have your cane in hand…Ha That is also applicable to my older and wiser peeps…Ha

.So what did you think freaking awesome right…..so many fun times a had with that song especially in college )..And all of this my friends is a fantabulous thing..Especially for me…Not the clicking part that of course was fun but the fact that I am enjoying my blogging..It is so much fun..And to finally have a positive purpose, well my friends that is even more of a double whammy and the only way I can describe it to you all is it is like letting the air out of a balloon..Or pulling that splinter out…Taking that weight off my shoulders…Ok I get it, you get it.

And another side note here whilst I am thinking of it,  I just want to again say that I appreciate all of the critique that I am getting on my blogging and while I appreciate it so much and thank you but…… let’s just face it and well obviously putting it out there and totally being honest here I am just not wired to be grammatically correct in any way shape or form..No can do ghost rider..For it goes kinda like this …Some days I am concise and clear and to the point…and well other days I am not like right now..Ha  some days I am grammatically somewhat correct but most of the time I am not… It is just who I am, it’s how I roll,  how I write, and how I am wired.. But that is what you have to realize or most importantly that I realize this…Quite honestly I got and understood that memo a long time ago…For I clearly saw that writing on the wall and it said that I am not perfect nor seeking perfection for there is no thing as perfection and once you realize that well that my friends is half the battle.. Hell’s no!!! I am not perfect and I lovingly accept that fact and quite honestly I repeat again people no one is…other than of course Jesus..Jesus IS perfect… Shout out to Jesus and as always thank you for everything you have given me.. I love you! Anyway as humans we have to love ourselves flaws and all..And boy I am sure to tell you that I have MANY upon MANY a flaws..And quite honestly if I sat here and tried to make this grammatically correct or correct it every perfect kind of way well then I would what is that saying analyze till I am paralyzed and then what? Not do it?..Point blank I am not interested in the not doing it part…And as my beautiful sister Demetra says I write as I speak..…And she is  right, for I am genuinely speaking me..And honestly that is quite the compliment to me so thank you SisTAH!

Ok phew got that out of the way…So today I initially intended to switch it up a bit and doing a customer review on a product that part is true but yet again I got deep Ha…This blog has taken on many meanings or morals to the “Chrissy story” as I have added and added my more than dual meanings to my original review.  Ha So YES you guessed it a review on a hat…More specifically a beach hat..So last year I went on a cruise and well quite honestly I am not your typical lye on the beach/deck and soak up all of the rays of sun for hours kinda gal…A. because a very wise and valuable tip my Yia Yia gave me (Greek for Grandmother) she said as she cupped her beautiful soft hands around my face “Christina stay outta the DIRECT sun”..She must of had a spidey sense back then that skin cancer would become rampant and  a thing of the future.. Ok Yia Yia check and done.. And B. lucky for me I had and have no desire to lie in the sun and baking my skin into a piece of bacon strip. I don’t get this concept, really think of it like 10 months out of the year we are essentially pale, looking like baby powder and by the time the sun warms up we have about 2 months of the blazing sun. I see some people manage to make it happen they MAKE it happen and getting it done looking like George Hamilton or as I call him George HamilTAN.. The really tan men I call George and the women I call Georgia…Good grief remember how tan he got???  Yikeereeenies well quite honestly I see people emulating that 80’s look still to this day and all I can think of is just how unhealthy/damaging achieving said desired look brings to your body and quite honestly not attractive) and not forgetting I have the attention span of a bouncing ball…NONE… I am the type of person that needs to be moving around and doing things…Plus honestly I am not a fan fave of fighting for a spot on the beach…And the clusters upon clusters of people that surround you…Yikes…Ha However just because it does not work for me..I am happy it works for you but  if it does but please just make sure you wear the amazing hat and sunblock….So the extreme tan look or the name given that look is called Tanorexia isn’t healthy at all.. So, as you see my beach hat was perfect for keeping the sun off my face and out of my eyes…Not to mention very lightweight and easy to travel with..So the rim of the hat is so pliable malleable in the sense that you can bend the wire in the rim so that it tailors to the desired protection that is needed at the time..Also the most amazing art of this hat is you feel you are all alone, allowing you to have “you” time in the company of others..I feel like I am in my own little bubble or space when wearing the hat..So without further ado my amazing hat that I highly recommend to any person in search of the perfect beach hat..It is made by a company called GOLDCOAST SUNWEAR.. 

Speaking of the cruise the company I was with LOVED my hat..Loved my hat..But apparently not so much me.  As I later learned, and quite honestly was shocked and definitely unbeknownst to me during the trip my persons was not appreciated prettymuch AT ALL… all of my beautiful uniqueness and perfect flaws not appreciated…I don’t know why for I made sure a certain traveling company had their coffee in the morning before their pied eyed fully awaken, for I was funny, I was down with dancing on the very top of the moving ship with my niece we had so much fun, we laughed so hard that tears were streaming sown our faces.. by the way, yes I walked fast but that is by my nature I can’t help it..Yes, I talk fast and now loud I guess too…Ha …And apparently the coup de gras, gras of all freaking gras people is, drum roll please… apparently I chew funny.…Holy kazookas and cowabunga people my entire persons was butchered..The reason I share “said” information with ya all is this, the moral of the story here is that you have to feel bad for someone who is that judging of another person, and feel bad that they have issues within and about themselves.. A person seeking out other people’s flaws is NOT happy with themselves and that makes me sad. Quite honestly after I got over the hurt that it caused me (watched myself chew in the mirror…Ha Just kidding) I wanted to give said person a hug and say your hurting deep deep inside, lets figure out why you feel this way, let’s get to the core of the problem..Lets help you to find the peace with in you.  Honestly, It must suck feeling that way, because people anyone who is judging you is judging themselves even harder..They definitely arn’t happy with themselves for they are hurting..And that state of mind sucks …..But getting back to it,  good thing I am a strong person both physically and mentally as I can let all of that negativity on me roll off my back… And people that is what you should do as well.  Never let anyone’s negative views of you get you down.. Don’t let society and people make you change your look and your many flava flaves (shout out to Ashley and Joe) of yourself and become someone you aren’t meant to be, or act a certain way for society because all you will do is struggle and battle with yourself forever… Don’t get face work done to “look” better? You are beautiful as you are… Honestly these famous people getting injections, “corrections” which literally become to me rejection un recognition etc.   I always say they were beautiful the way they were….and I got to be honest with you people they look like lions..… The majority of them take on the look of a lion…I swear when I look at them I see hints of a lion…And this really hurts and upsets me why??…Because only lions are supposed to look like lions for they are beautiful for what God intended them to be…News flash and memo here people..Humans aren’t supposed to look like lions…And or the Charlie McCarthy doll, you know the doll wearing the monocle over his eye, his blood red lips and a tight face not the red lips part it’s the tight unmovable face part, but mostly they look like lions…Anyway this is sending out the WRONG message especially to the young crowd..People love the skin you are in…Grow old naturally/gracefully…Humans are supposed to look like what God originally intended them to look like..Your original blueprint..Not a modified altered look..Let your true Genie out of the bottle, your bottle..Flaws and all, your many unique flava flaves of yourself, what a beautiful spectrum too….Be your you…Your best and amazingly amazing and unique you..

In conclusion the take away put your “best hat forward” and be your best true to yourself YOU!  Amen and roger that…  Oh and on the positive note at least “said” company did like the beach hat… Ha

As always, love your unique you, MOST importantly thank you Jesus and have faith…Over and out..ta ta for now..

MY cane is better than YOUR cane

Hey everyone, top of the mornin to ya.  Trailblazer here with ANOTHER blog of what?? NONSENSE.. So my 4th blog is called “MY Cane is better than YOUR Cane…” And just what does it pertain to? Yup you guessed it …. walking canes.. MOST specifically my Dad’s (again also known as Bro, George, Sonny and quite often we are known to call each other “ a pono sto golo”! Translation??? A pain in the buttocks in Greek) walking cane.

So as we get older our roles reverse in the sense that my father who once took care of me helping me with my homework, and in life poor guy, had the patience of a saint by the way..Which also by the way I am proud to say that he passed that AMAZING quality down on to me…Because let me tell you all, being honest here and quite frank I don’t catch on very easily, if I catch on a all..For it took him countless hours to teach me math on that yellow round table (that my parents got in the 70’s, love it freaking love it for it has such sentimental value to me) that we used as a chalkboard, for we would write on it in pencil and then at the end of “said” session wash it off…Genius/brilliant idea my dad had..A table as a chalkboard..freaking genius which I still have and love by the way for it is very special to me as you all probably can surmise.. Again several hours for him to etch into my brain that 2 plus 2 is 4…Ok not that easy but math???  My worst subject… Anyway over and over he would try again “No Chrissy let’s try it this way…” Never ONCE did he get irritated at me..over and over again until I FINALLY got it…And let me tell you some how some way because of his patience I knew that I would leave that yellow round and amazing table knowing “said” information what prior too made me cry like a baby (hence my coined named Cry Baby Chrissy from my siblings…She’s going to cry again.. She’s going to cry again” Is what I heard a lot…)   So breaking it down to you what I brought to the yellow round table was a boat load of anxiety.. I would cry my brains out because I knew it was going to be a challenge for me…But yet ALWAYS I left knowing and understanding what I feared all because my father had patience with me.  The art of patience is such a gift..Not many people have it…Anyway just had to share with you my what? Yes yellow round table..I just love her…

So flashing forward as the rolls reverse somewhat, in that I take him to his appointments, make sure he religiously is taking his medicines and boy you betta believe I am on him like a fly is on poop or a moth is drawn to a flame  about that…Just ask him for he will tell you..A lot of times that is where “a pono sto golo” comes into play..  “Chrissy your a pain in the butt” etc.  But in all honesty here, I am very grateful and fortunate at the fact that I am able to give back to the man who so generously gave to me and be there for him…..And this my friend’s is where the cane comes into play.   

First, let me explain the history of his cane…My dad won it via raffle ticket…Something like 62 years ago. He was in college, at the University of Massachusetts studying to be an engineer, and got chosen with other students to work for the summer in Washington D.C for the Navy (F.Y.I My dad would eventually go on to become an Officer in the Navy) for they had a meet and greet type of party so he could meet the other students that also were chosen. That is where they handed out the free raffle ticket…So it cost him nothing… So what do I always say people? without further ado here it is, drum roll palleeezzze….His cane.

Will you just look at his cane, for the cane has an amazing personality and quite honestly speaks for itself…It was hand carved beautifully in Mexico and the detail is QUITE exquisite. So whenever I take him to his appointments whether it be the coumadin clinic, doctors etc.  You are sure to hear him say “Chrissy (as he is scouting/scanning around him) my cane is better than her/his cane…” And you know what? I got to be honest with you he is right.. it is to the point in which that I am now also scouting everyone’s canes and comparing and confirming what we already know…” Yup Dad your can is not better than theirs for it is the BEST!”..

Oh and by the way, the cane does have a dual purpose. Not only is it good for walking, it is also good for for  entertaining purposes. For I often find myself taking the cane, and doing  sort of a dance with it, singing “Start Spreading the News…” by Frank Sinatra. But definitely in a Marilyn Monroe voice, all the while simultaneously and creatively moving “said” cane, sliding my one foot in a half-moon circular direction, so that my toe ends up pointing behind me…At which point we are laughing because A. I suck at singing and B. quite honestly I look MOST definitely ridiculous…But I got to admit it sure is fun and very funny.   Continue reading “MY cane is better than YOUR cane” →

Headlock memorabilia

Hey everyone TRAILBLAZAH here…What say you?  Ok so the floodgates have FINALLY flooded opened..My PORTAL if you will…Cuz I have another blog and once again nonsensical.  I apparently like the nonsensical..

Ok so first  this is my own stupidity thing that I do, but yet my own signature fun stupidity..For if you can’t laugh at yourself, make fun of yourself trust you me, others will .. And that my friends is fo dang sho…..Haha  Ok what is a “headlock” memorabilia…So you know when you go on a trip/vacation and you bring something back with you that reminds you of said trip? Whelp mine is that I take away a headlock pose picture..For I seek/scout/find the perfect statue..Ha…It is betta than the coffee mugs, the tee shirts that ultimately shrink up to a baby onesies, key chains and lets not forget, even if you didn’t go on a trip vacation you were brought back the famous 80’s saying (insert said givers name)…”my parents went on a trip and all I got was lousy this tee-shirt”…

So, as ya all know I grew up in the 80’s and for I LOVED watching WWF (World Wrestling Federation) with my younger brother…And for the record Hulk Hogan is the BOMB DIGGITY BOMB! I just loved watching the creative art of WWF in play…I always wished I were a gymnast and I loved all of the body slamming and flipping (of course responsibly) of WWF so put the two together in my creative young and eclectic mind and I was the “Sporty Spartan!” Gymnast/WWF gal.. Gymnast meets WWF gal.  All infused into one…SHAZAAMMM people the”Sporty Spartan” is born!.. And I always imagined the end result me winning with someone in a headlock pose..And of course me saying in my mind, my story on stage…”Say it….Say it….. Say Uncle”….Ha Ha And guess what people? That’s right you guessed it they said it, for they flipping said it… “Ok Ok Uncle Uncle!”…

So as you get older (I will be 50 September 11th, ) you start to un accrue the stuff you accrued up to that point.. You know a ton o  “tchotchke” stuff… especially and unfortunately if you don’t have children to pass said items off too…(Dang imagined children of mine, you are missing out BIG TIME on a lot of cat accoutrement and if you know me, you know that I am NOT exaggerating) Ha  So I take away with me my headlock pictures in which they are saying “Uncle”… And in that modicum of a moment, I regress to my childhood capturing the (drum roll please)… “Sporty Spartan”…

Ok, so here is my headlock pose. As you will observe now, and more to be viewed in the future, I only perform them on statues etc…Now as a precautionary, if you try headlock pose hold, be responsible and first check with your doctor..Ha But in all seriousness the proper Chrissy form and technique is to, ever so gently put said statue in a headlock pose, and hold very gently and lightly as to NOT put any pressure on said statue (because said item might be worth a lot of money and heaven forbid that puppy come crashing down… Houston we definitely have a problem and a big one at that…Ha Ha and trust me, you definitely can’t quietly walk away..ha ha My dad told me a story that he and my mother were in a store many many years ago and she broke something, so he went up to her, ninja style of course, slipped her a $20 to pay for broken item and met her outside.. Ha) all the while making sure to put on the face you are achieving to look, as IF and only IF you have the FIRMEST grip going, that’s where acting comes into play you have to act ”said second” part…like you have the FIRMEST grip going on..  and again I can’t stress this enough only hold for a few seconds until you achieve said picture headlock hold pose. And along with the firm fake hold, all the while achieving the fake “say uncle” intense look like you mean serious business…So without further ado here is my signature headlock pose taken at my cousin’s wedding in Newport RI…Love Newport RI…Great time lots of fun and dancing..But here is where you DEFINITELY headlock ever so gently lightly AGAIN don’t want to knock this puppy over cha ching ba bling AGAIN if ya know what I mean .Ha

In conclusion, as I said is this dumb/stupid? Heck yes it is, but it’s my dumbness/stupidness and I proudly own it… And might I add I thoroughly enjoy it…So I beg to ask the question… what is your own stupid thing that you do with yourself?  And ay, chihuahua my friends as I looked at me vs statue I kinda resemble statue..Although I got to admit she does have better hair than me and her skin is so beautiful, so flawless..Ha Ha And honestly how ignorant of me people, sorry I forgot to find out who she was because I was too busy trying to not get caught performing headlock pose..Ha

Finally, and as always, laugh at yourself, love yourself..Why people? Because there is only one unique and very special YOU… And MOST importantly thank you Jesus and always have Faith.. Over and out..  

 

WHAT IS YOUR “BEST SELFIE”?

MY PEN NAME… .. TRAILBLAZER or TRAILBLAZAHHHH the ZAHHHH gives it such a one two punch pack or pack punch…lol  Go on say it I know you want to….Say it…Just say it ok good job now immediately don’t you understand what I am talking about? As I am sometimes saying it just like that highlighting/accenting the ZAHHHH part..And if you don’t understand what I am talking about well quite honestly I am in a loss for words…For I just don’t even know what to say..I don’t know how to process that..Perhaps go back and try “said” above again until you do ….lol

 

What is your “Best Selfie”…As discussed in my (holla to me) FIRST EVA blog proud of that I am…lol Even though I might add it did take me several months to birth this one (I have to be honest with you I am not going to lie here it is dang difficult coming up with topics..lol.. Not as easy as I thought..But nonetheless let’s get back on the horse and ride it right people?…..lol).  I mention some topics that I will discuss would be nonsensical… hence your “Best Selfie” topic…lol VERY VERY nonsensical… But with a good moral ending…

Here is mine….

Gorgeous right…lol For I worked hard to achieve that look…Hours of blood sweat and tears went into creating my “Best Selfie”…Actually how it went down was just like this…My childhood friend Lynn’s mother Maria (they were visiting from California) was filming us using a VERY bright light and when I mean bright I mean the type that when you look away for hours you still see the bulb…Lol…But nonetheless had it not been for that amazing experience the blood sweat and tears for I never would have captured my most raging beauty eva..The most funny part of it all is I hear Maria saying “Oh nooo” when she realized she “blinded me with science” (a reference to a song By Thomas Dolby She blinded me with Science amazing singer by the way check it out)…Ha And that was brought to her attention by Lynn or Lynaaaaee as I call her or others calling her “Yeeesshka” anyway took the camera from Maria and turned the camera and filmed her…Hence her saying “Oh nooo” because she realized how bright it was…lol

 

So I had a continual group text going with my Greek Vine (if your from a Greek family you understand how we operate, and how that we truly are all connected by the Greek Vine lol which consists of but not limited to couslinks, aunts, uncles etc..) in which I sent my best selfie too them and challenged them to send me theirs.. and that my friends is when the best selfie came into fruition..So I took it even one step further and challenged my partner in crime.. my dad…My dad and I are 90% always on the same page.. So it wasn’t hard to convince him to partake  in on such challenge…lol

 

And here is my father George’s “Best Selfie” (also known as Bro or Sonny by his sister’s, cousins or childhood friends from the days on Eugenia Street in New Bedford Mass…) We achieved said selfie on his first take as well…I said “Dad this is going to be challenging but I know you can handle it for I want you to  concentrate really really hard I know it will be difficult but pretend that you are Superman cutting steel with your laser beam eye…” BOOOM SHAKALAKA people…There it tis… I got to admit he has extreme talent…lol I mean can’t you just feel him cutting that beam?? lol

 

 

And there you have it my friends my nonsensical but yet very fun 2nd blog… Yaaay me… Now I promise to get my 3rd blog out in a more timely fashion..Moral of the story here is or my story which could also very well be your story is to get back up on that horse (and ride it screaming into the night SHAZAAAMMM just kidding lol)..My horse…Me getting to my 3rd blog sooner than the later..Your story your horse you tell me.  And MOST importantly laugh at yourself and love yourself…For there is only one unique and special you in this world..You are beautiful (as the amazingly talented (and one of my MOST favorite artist by the way) Billy Joel says in his beautiful song “Just the Way You Are”.. 

 

Finally, I realize that I have many grammatical errors or improper sentences ya da ya da ya da but just realize that I don’t mind it at all… For if you know me you are just ever so happy in fact  yippy ki yaaying at the fact that you can read this cuz my handwriting is/was referred to by my college roommates as “Chrissy Glyphics”!

As always thank you Jesus and have Faith! Until next time…Over and out..

 

TRAILBLAZER

What does it mean? There are several different meanings but for me it is…A person who blazes a trail for others to follow through…pathfinder a pioneer…A leader..

So firstly who am I?  And what separates me from the other million bloggers?? And what in the heck makes me think that I am blogging material especially since I just turned 49 years old September 11th? And how did my blogging come into fruition or birthed if you will etc. Well quite honestly those are fantastic questions and so without further ado I will start answering them….So TRAILBLAZER has been explained however I got to be honest with you I am not gonna lie this is definitely “uncharted” territory for me as I am blazing a NEW trail for “myself to follow through” or basically I am “leading myself.” For I am “holding my own hand” and “pulling myself through”. But in all honesty was it uncharted territories? You see I had gotten an amazing birthday gift when I was just 10 years old from my beautiful cousin Kathy (on left)

and my amazing Aunt Mary whom is watching me from above and “attempting” to  keep me in line. lol

Or Aunty M as I so lovingly called her (you know how Dorothy called her Aunt in the wizard of Oz) gave me my first diary which I absolutely loved called the NOTHING book. And side note here I have no idea why it was called the NOTHING book because quite honestly I wrote a lot o somethin somethin in it..HA…And It was the first of 24… I even stepped up my writing game a bit and had two college one’s called The Kitchen Diaries part 1 and Kitchen Diaries part 2.  The diaries were located obviously where? Yes you gots it in the kitchen. The kitchen became notorious for hanging in, in which everyone and anyone could write what they felt at that particular time but that is definitely for a different kinda blog at a later date fo sho. lol Anyway I LOVED writing in my NOTHING book for it literally opened up a portal with in me that I had no idea I had. If only then did I know what I know now, then, if that makes sense, then I would have pursued a career in journalism etc. But there is certainly is no sense in rehashing what could have been…For it is unproductive and a waste of good energy lol. And because the 80’s were such an amazingly different time that offered me so much more that I feel bad that the younger kids will not know. But helz yes I am proud to say I am an 80’s chick for I loved the 80s. I especially loved my flip/brush comb and the Smurfs, chocolate logs and downtown Mystic lol..But we didn’t have all of the techy stuff then that we do now..No we had phone booths and card catalogs (and if you can believe one of my many years younger co-worker had no idea what that was)..lol..So some how some way I got lost in the shuffle and being ADD and dyslexic of course didn’t help like AT ALL lol but nonetheless it is what makes me my unique and VERY eclectic self…Chrissy Botseas I am 49 and I believe that we are all where we are meant to be at this point in time good bad or ugly, I have FAITH and I love Jesus…I believe in principle, taking the time to pay it forward, keeping things simple and when I get strongly convicted of something I cant back down “Houston we have a problem.” I surmise that that comes from the mere fact that I am Greek and through my Ancestry we were considered the mountain men, the first in the line of fire to protect on the Spartan side lol that definitely describes me.. And I am loyal to a fault…And I definitely think way too much…lol But the most important thing here is that I am here now…I finally figured it out and I am also here to say that there is NO time limit or age limit to finding your purpose/passion in this life… Everyone beats to their own drum I know I certainly do and hooray for me I finally figured it out though it truly was staring me in the face all those diaries ago..lol I would get so excited buying my next diary..I remember going to the bookstore downtown Mystic and looking at all the diaries and finally finding the right one at the time that was so exciting feeling the material on the book, the color etc.  Soooo it’s now not later lol but now.. Now it is my time to blog..

With the above hoopla said lol the purpose of my site is to talk about share things that resonate with-in me so deeply and passionately that I hope it does with you too but then again maybe it wont and that is ok. For there is even the possibility that no one will read this and if not that is ok too cuz you know why because I am doing it and bottom line here that is all that matters..Anyway I will also blog about nonsensical stuff basically stuff for just fun and laughs..You will discover that I am notoriously known for wearing my heart on my sleeve. I am extremely sensitive/emotional I cry at the drop of a hat..Especially when Richard Simmons (whom I LOVE by the way) hugs a person and tells them how beautiful they are..For I will admit that I care WAY too much and I will openly and proudly admit that I have issues lol..But again I am not lying for I do cry at the drop of a hat…So much so that my siblings coined me “Cry Baby Chrissy”..Yes I am THAT person…lol

OK so let’s finally get to it shall we…Here she is my raging beauty…My VERY first diary…Drum roll paaaallleazzzeee….introducing THE NOTHING BOOK…Aint she purdy…

Ok not so bad for my VERY first blog…For you got to know a tad bout me and the type of material or substance that I will blog about…And with that said my next blog will be about whatever it tis that speaks to me in tongues…lol Chants to me, calls to me, or possibly haunts me lol…Until next time….over and out..

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton