Good Mythical Morning


I know I’m late to the game, but I’ve just recently discovered the youtube channel Good Mythical Morning. It’s a daily morning talk show hosted by Rhett and Link, two friends from North Carolina (now living in LA). They have close to 13 million subscribers, so obviously lots of people already enjoy the show. They also have several other channels extending onto the show, behind the scenes, etc. They just started their new season, but if you’re like me and just found out about them, there are tons of past videos to enjoy on the weekends when the show takes a break. I always watch while I’m eating breakfast and enjoying my coffee. It’s become a comfort in my morning routine.

They do a lot of theory testing, food tasting, discussions about growing up, etc. There are also a few episodes with celebrity guests joining the fun. I don’t think they really need special guests, though. In fact, the only guests that I thought really fit or added to the show was the episode with Chester and Mike from Linkin Park. That one was really fun, but usually Rhett and Link are more entertaining by themselves, I think. My favorite episodes are the halloween ones, and the ones of them talking about school and dating the same girl, Leslie. There all good though!

So, if you haven’t heard of the channel yet, you should give it a try. Get some coffee and enjoy!

When we got a video camera


When my mom and older sister went to visit my uncle in California for a week, my dad was left in charge of me and my two younger sisters, Annie and Julie. The first thing he did was drive us over to Best Buy and purchase a video camera. I’m sure this was his way of investing in his peace of mind and ability to work from home for the week without being bothered. In my mind, I felt like I had just been given the greatest gift of a lifetime, and I was ready to make the most of it. Step aside, Steven Spielberg.

That week I captured some of the most embarrassing footage of myself to date. My best clip was me talking about the pretzels I was eating for 30 minutes and being bossy. Julie came up with her classic tune, “Candles are bright, this is your heart,” and Annie did a lot of interpretive dancing across the living room. We also preformed our first play, Hansel and Gretel. I was the witch, Annie and Julie were Hansel and Gretel, and a Ken doll was the woodsman, so you know it was good.

A year later, we moved to California, and I wrote my first skit for all my sisters to perform. It was about a psychiatrist that comes to check on this troubled little girl at her home, and everyone starts having a mental break down. It really never made much sense, and you didn’t understand it better after watching it. In one scene, I played the little girl’s dad that comes home for dinner. His wife (played by my older sister) is making hot dogs (lol!) and she forgets the buns, and that’s what causes their break down. At one point, I’m crying in the most high pitched voice you could imagine.

When we moved back to South Carolina, I started writing commercials for us. There was one for “Stay Phat” the diet pill, and my favorite, “Take it Away” the laundry stain remover. It was centered around three classy girlfriends at a Christmas party. I had to keep reinforcing the product was $15.99 or more, because I thought that was so hilarious. It’s hard being a winner.

Our last skit together with our trusty camera was, “Who cut the Cheese?” It was about a package delivery driver, that made a delivery on a dark and stormy night to this British mansion and somebody cuts the cheese, and people get real accusatory. I think I was trying to pull off an old-timey who done it mystery, but instead I chose who cut the cheese. It must have been our most successful skit, because there was also a “Who cut the Cheese 2.” Pure gold. I don’t think my dad knew how special buying that camera was going to be for us.

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time


I have to comment on the new Taylor Swift video, because it’s just. so. good. If you weren’t immediately won over by the song itself, seeing the video probably brought you around. It’s a complete entertainment package, and the graveyard scenes were my favorite. She’s good at her job. I’m so excited to hear the rest of the album.

I know I’m not unique in this thought, but I always feel like I’m at the same place mentally as each Taylor album era. When Red came out, I felt those lyrics. 1989, I felt those lyrics. It probably says more to her gift of making personal songs relatable to a broad audience. But I gotta say, I’ve been saying I’ve felt dead inside for a while now. I’ve felt like people and life in general have beaten me down into a different person. I don’t really understand anything anymore. I know my faults, and I know my choices. Life is just hard I guess, but this Taylor Swift song has me feeling a little more empowered about feeling dead inside, haha. I can’t wait to see how I’m going to relate to all the other songs.


Another Sunday in the South


Today I was thinking about the Sunday picnics we used to have at the church I grew up going to in South Carolina. The pastor liked fried chicken, so all the ladies would make their best version and bring it to the picnic. It was like an unsaid fried chicken competition. Also, there was a lot of sweet tea competing going on as well. I guess if you didn’t have best chicken, you could bring home a runner up best tea placement. Someone would unofficially announce the winner by casually mentioning something like, “Debbie, I sure wanted to try some of your chicken. I guess I needed to be first in line.” Of course, I thought my moms fried chicken was always the best.  Things could have been a little livelier if anybody had the guts to call out the not so good selections. “Tammy, honey, I just about choked on your bone dry chicken there, sweetheart. You might want to cut back on that flour.”

There was usually some kind of softball game being played. It was mostly just adults playing, but one year they included kids. I was horrified, because I knew that I was going to be terrible. I was right. I really wanted to blame it on just being a kid, but those darn Wheeler siblings ruined that excuse. Try not to be jealous, but I was an excellent watcher.

Today is my first Sunday in North Carolina. I didn’t find any church picnics, but I did find Granny’s Donuts and Bakery and Granny’s Treasure Chest antiques shop. And who knows how many other shops Granny has. She sounds like a sassy lil’ thing, and her coffee tastes just fine.

Moving Day


Today is moving day. The car is loaded, gas tank is full, tunes ready, and I’ve packed Kitty’s snickers bar in my purse for when she gets hangry. She’s pretty nervous about a four and a half hour drive, because she’s only ever been in the car for two hours. And to top it all off, the cell service is terrible driving between the mountains. But, I’ve promised her a great window seat, I downloaded her favorite kids bop album, and promised we’d stop for iced lattes once we’re out of the mountains. I just hope the coffee shop carries her brand of sweetener. She’s got a really great day coming to her.

Yesterday, I picked up a box and instantly killed my back. I felt like I was on a life alert commercial. And I actually thought before I picked it up, now lift with your knees. I’m not sure why I’m 75 years old, but I can’t help but wish the seat in my car was going to be more back supportive.

One thing that came back to me about living more south when I visited a few weeks ago: the intense humidity. I am happy to be moving, but it’s a real downside for me. I guess I’ll just look like a flat smear for the rest of time. I actually thought to myself a while back, I really must have finally found the right products to combat humidity, and that it just didn’t bother me anymore. I don’t have to run in-between an air-conditioned car to an air-conditioned building, so my face doesn’t melt, and my hair doesn’t look like I intentionally plastered it to my head. In reality, I had just been out of the south too long.



Lyrical feelings

Sometimes you hear a lyric in a song that really speaks to you. Maybe it makes you cry, or makes you laugh, or just relates to you so well it sticks with you for a long time. I thought I would add a few notable ones from music I have been listening to recently. This is in no way a rated list. I hate having to choose favorites or make lists. It’s not my top picks, or bottom picks, it’s just some that I like. And hopefully, I’ll have more to list in the future, as I don’t plan on not listening to music after this.

Anyways, here we go. Here are some lyrics that I really appreciate:

  1. “But the man I love, when he picks up trash, he puts it in a garbage can”                      –  Fist City by Loretta Lynn


The first time I heard this lyric, I laughed so hard. It’s such a classic country song about a woman telling another woman to stay away from her man, haha. The other woman’s been bragging around town about being with Loretta’s man, and she’s here to settle business, ya’ll. There are so many other great lines in this song, but this one stuck out the most to me. Country legend.

2.  “What good is the dawn that grows into day, the sunset at night, or living this way” – The Warmth of the Sun by The Beach Boys


I’ve spent many hours lying on my floor next to the stereo listening to Beach Boys records, and being in awe of how beautiful their music is. The Warmth of the Sun is definitely one of my favorites, and this first line in the song is so strong. It perfectly describes the feelings of depression in one line. I know the song was written right after JFK was shot and killed, so it was an expression of the sadness of the time. The whole song is heartbreaking, but somehow it feels hopeful as well. It’s the healing power of the sun, and hope found in it’s consistency.

3. “Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street” – Red by Taylor Swift


I’m all about the hype for this new Taylor Swift album. She is so good with lyrics. There are so many that stick with me from all her albums, but this is one from one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums. It literally sums up the  whole song in one line, and the rest is just expanding on the feeling. I so loved the Red album. I can’t wait to hear what is next!!!

4. “I ain’t unpacked my suitcase since the day that I turned 21” – Runnin’ Just in Case by Miranda Lambert


I love this song. It has such a great feeling. This lyric is about carrying baggage from your past relationships, the scars that stay and affect you through your life. It’s a really special album, and seems very personal, but relatable. A great country album, in a time when I don’t love most music in country right now. I guess a lot of other people feel that way, and that’s why she continues to dominate the genre.

That’s all I’m posting for now. I hope to continue more posts like this in the future. This is basically a country music lyrics post haha. I didn’t mean for it to be, but I’m sure the next one will be more diverse. If you read this and have lyrics that come to mind that you love, you should comment and tell me. I would love a chance to listen.

Kitty’s Korner


Here is Kitty enjoying her morning coffee. She’s got a birthday coming up, and I asked her to jot down a few things she would like this year. So far, we have an iPhone 8, one Tesla (any model), business software, and crunchy tuna treats. It’s a good start, but we only have two weeks left to finish the list. You’re only five years old once.

Also, if you like Kitty’s natural morning look she has featured in this picture, be sure to check out the tips and tricks she used in her upcoming blog entitled “Effortlessly Beautiful,” and then be sure to like, comment, and subscribe.

Karen don’t be sad

Oh, Karen
You take it all too hard
You been talking to those fools again
And they’ll tear your world apart
Oh, Karen
You gotta try to understand
Gotta hold on to your soul
Cause they’ll crush it if they can

So, Karen don’t be sad
They’re just a bunch of fools
And you can make them powerless
Don’t let them make the rules
So, Karen don’t be sad
You know the truth is true
The world can still be beautiful
That part’s up to you
So, Karen don’t be sad

Oh, Karen
You know you’re only letting ’em win
By letting all their lies and hate
Destroy you from within-in
Oh, Karen
They’ve taken away your smile
But you can give it back to us
Just fake it for a little while

So, Karen don’t be sad
They’re just a bunch of fools
And you can make them powerless
Don’t let them make the rules
So, Karen don’t be sad
You know the truth is true
The world can still be beautiful
That part’s up to you
So, Karen don’t be sad

So, Karen don’t be sad
Don’t let ’em win
Oh, don’t let ’em win
Don’t let them win
Don’t let them win
Oh, don’t let them win
Oh, don’t let them win
Don’t let them win

The Oven Mitt


When I was around 12 or 13 years old, my friend sent me an oven mitt chain letter. I was pretty excited to get a letter, and pretty pissed that it was her asking for an oven mitt. She was only 14 or 15, so not sure why she needed to stock up on them. Somehow, I decided to indulge her.

I went to the store and stressed about getting a cute oven mitt. I’m not even sure how I had money to buy one, or to buy a package to mail it in, or pay to mail it. My parents must have been indulging this as well. Mmmmm, why?

I don’t think I continued the chain letter. I think I knew that was an obnoxious thing to do, unless I just picked two people I hated. I never got any oven mitts back if I did. Hi, I’m 12. Send me an oven mitt. I’m pretty sure if I had still lived in the same neighborhood as my friend, she would have talked me into mailing more out. That sounds like the kind of thing we would have gotten in trouble for. Probably would have starting writing letters to an entire phone book, or maybe her parents’ contacts in an address book. Whatever was more humiliating, until someone complained. Some kids shouldn’t be friends.


Spider hotels


I’ve always said, If I have to put my stuff in storage, I might as well throw it away. I stand by that statement. Storage units are a spider paradise, where humans drop off luxurious living spaces for them to expand in. Unfortunately, because life never ceases to be unfair, I now find myself forced to store my things.

Every time I start stressing, my mom starts her usual non-believable comforting. “There’s no spiders in there, my goodness. It’s climate controlled, in a nice building. My goodness.” The first time I went in, I set one box on the ground and what do you think was beside it. Kill me now. I sprayed that room with so much bug spray, i was choking for two days. If they don’t die, I would like to.

Today I went back down to drop something off. There was a giant dead spider in the hallway. I guess somebody must have seen it outside and threw it in the door, because I was assured there’s not any spiders in that building. The day that stuff comes out, I will need alcohol and a hazmat suit.