Just being Quirky

As a teenager, I wanted to be Joan Collins. I’m not even kidding. You can ask my friend (Gina). She’ll tell you that I dressed up in a skirt and heels to go to the airport on our way to Florida one year. It didn’t last long because being Joan Collins is a lot of work.

Another phase during my teenage years was punk rock. My brother and I were self-proclaimed punk rockers.  We took it as far as our mother allowed us to.

She’s such a buzz kill.

Anyway, how do you go from wanting to be Joan Collins to being a punk rocker?

I assume that most young people go through different phases trying to figure out who they are. If I could give my younger self one piece of advice it’d be this…Just be yourself.  Don’t worry about what other people think.  That’s actually two pieces of advice.

I recently asked my husband to describe me in one word.

Without hesitating he said quirky.  I was legit surprised!

MUWAH, quirky?!

So of course, I had to look up the definition.

This is what I found.

Quirky:  Unusual in an attractive and interesting way. 

Characterized by peculiar and unexpected traits.

Damn, I hate when he’s right.

Anyway…. Be You.


Outside my Window

6:45 am seems to be the magical time to receive visits from this beauty and her adorable baby (I’ve been waiting to see her little one).

I can’t think of a more peaceful way to start the day.


#goodmorning #sundays #blessings #nature #deer #fawn #sopeaceful #naturesbeauty #rightoutsidemywindow #dianesoave

World Chocolate Day

I’d like to thank chocolate for…

Helping me celebrate every holiday and special occasion known to man.

Being there for me when I’m feeling down, frustrated, angry or stressed out.

Last but definitely not least…for boosting my heart health. Yes, it’s a real thing.

Here’s to you chocolate! I’ll just be over here helping you celebrate this special day. 🍫 🍫

*I don’t know who to thank for this picture.

#worldchocolateday #internationalchocolateday #chocolatelover #chocolateaddict #chocolatedoesntjudge #chocolateunderstands #mybestfriend #loveatfirstbite #donteverleaveme #cheerstoyou #dianesoave


Grandpa’s Toy

Fourteen years ago, my brother died at the young age of 38 of a massive heart attack.  

He left two young children behind who are now adults and my nephew has a beautiful family of his own.  

My brother was the type of guy that would have been an amazing and fun grandpa, maybe even a bit mischievous at times.

Our family has had strange but beautiful reminders that he visits from time to time especially when it comes to my two-year-old great nephew.  Believe it or not, it would appear that my brother and his grandson have playdates at random times whether it be day or night.

So, check this out.

Every once in a while, I like to send my great nieces and nephew clothes or toys.  While my husband and I were in the process of moving, we ate out more than usual.  Stopping at McDonald’s one day, I ordered a “Happy Meal” because for some reason, I didn’t want an adult size meal.  I told Den I’d keep the toy that was included in the meal and throw it in one of the packages that I send to the kids.  It was wrapped in plastic and I didn’t even really look at it.

My brother was a tile setter by trade and ate out a lot especially at McDonald’s.

My niece messaged me to say thank you for the package that I sent and asked if I had seen the “birthdate” on the stuffed animal from McDonald’s.  I informed her that I had not even looked at the toy.

She sent me this picture.


 December 12th is the day my brother was born.

Some may say coinkydink, I say…you’re wrong.  (I’m feeling sassy today)

Be open and aware…the signs are there.