Thursday, September 14, 2017

June - September 2001

David's index finger and DJ's tiny hand
2001 was significant for many, but for me it was surreal.

There was no FaceBook. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing. The distraction would have been nice, but I can't imagine what 9/11 would have been like if we were all on FaceBook or OMG... MySpace (where I could put my top 10 friends in order (and then change the order when one of them wasn't being nice) and we were all friends with Tom).

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Special Friendships

Sunday September 10, 2017

I can safely say I have friends all over this great state of Florida. Many from schools, but there's one particular friendship that's like no other. Samantha Zullo is her name.

I graduated high school in 1994 and there was never a doubt that I would attend FSU. I auditioned for and became a member of "The World Renowned Florida State University Marching Chiefs." It was grueling and I worked hard to be part of the band. I quickly made a very good friend in Gary Zullo.
Edi Gay, me and Gary Zullo 1994 Prism Concert

Friday, September 8, 2017

Mean Mommy

September 8, 2017

I have 2 sons who each had cell phones this morning. 

Without saying who did what, I can tell you they both think their world has ended today. One son cracked his phone and the other lost the privilege. 

Sticks and Stones

Friday September 8, 2017

These past few weeks have been trying for me, both physically and mentally. My body is healthier now than I've been in years. It hasn't been easy and I've had setbacks. I wish I could tell you there was a magic pill to cure Lupus, but frankly it's a disease of diseases and we can only manage the symptoms. I'm aware of what I put in my body and that's all I can control; My muscles and nutrition. It's simplest just to say I have a crappy immune system.  

Irmaaaaaa Gaw

Friday September 8, 2017

My blog has never been "Private" -- it's open to all. I share what I know to help others as I can. I don't sell advertisements or speak for any other individual and my words aren't meant to hurt. This week I have no voice, so I'm typing from my house in Jacksonville, FL; the city in which I was born.