Hello World!

Holley Schmolley!  It’s been six-months since my last post.  Where has the time gone!?  First I went back to the fields, become one of the minions, re-entered the workforce, yes, got a job!  After years of looking and then a few months of desperation and just throwing it all to the wind, I stumbled upon a very nice job.  When I say, “Throwing it all to the wind,” I say this because I recently wrote a letter to a company to whom I owe money.  I currently auto-pay them $1.50 a month.  Not much, enough to keep me honest and out of jail.  I wrote to them and said, “Listen, I’ll make a deal with you, if you hire me, I’ll make sure your one of the first I pay off.”  They didn’t take me up on the offer.  When the politicians rave about the drop in the unemployment numbers, they don’t take into account the thousands upon thousands of baby-boomers who have just given up.  Like that boomer who previously held a job as a CEO position.  WOW, they land a minimum wage paying job and it feels like winning lotto.

On another note and veering 360 degrees, I never thought I would be one to contemplate eating cat food (which I haven’t) but I know realize just how many come so critically close to doing it just to survive.  AAaaah, enough with negative and politics.  Just wanted to touch base and thank the world for the good that has come into my life.  With faith, some good karma and perseverance, it too can happen to all of you who may be struggling.  Mind you, I am not out of the woods, far from it, but the biblical weights have lifted off my shoulders.  Tom, Dick and Harry still call.  I most likely will pass onto the wild blue yonder with debt.  Never planned it that way.  Regarding Tom, Dick and Harry – just today I accidentally deleted all the messages on my answering machine, whilst deleting the robo-callers and the jerks still trying to collect on debt from husband #3.  “Mate, he’s gone down unda and he ain’t comin’ back.”   C’est la vie!

Been doing some art and loving it.  Being the year of a horse and a true horse person, it’s as if all the stars aligned and I am inspired to create art non-stop.  (This is where the job thing gets in the way.)  One does what one can do.  Stay strong, keep putting one foot in front of the other and tell yourself you can.   Nobody else has got your back better that good-old-you.  Giddy up!

Maybe I should take one of the Tom, Dick or Harry calls, I haven’t had a real date in quite some time, too busy living life!

Velkomin til Íslands

DSC_0469  Well Peeps, just back from a short jaunt to Iceland.  A land of wonderfully nice people who talk very fast and use letters and sounds like nothing that can be found in the U.S.  We gave it the good Old American try – when speaking that is and gave many, many Icelanders a great laugh.

The weather was similar to the Northeast’s for the first week of April.  This was their spring and I hear that summer starts next week.  While walking through the town of Reykjavik, I actually came upon a well routed dandelion and the crocus and other early spring flowers were sprouting.  While there we encountered light snow, rain, heavy rain and some great sunny days.  We did not encounter (to the naked eye) any of the Northern Lights.  Too late in the season and cloudy overhead.  On the evening we drove out in what they call a Jeep Tour, using a Path Finder (way to confuse the Americans), we scouted around for areas that were clear.  The guides radio between each other from their respective locations in the viewing area.  At an area where the Teutonic plates collide – The North American Plate with the European Plate, we stopped and shot some photos.  I kept getting a red glare in my shots.  Several on the trip accused me of clumsily getting my fingers in the way – I was wearing red gloves.  (#redgloveadventure)   I offered up my camera for them to shoot the photo and low-and-behold, they too got a red glare mixed in with the clouds.  The guides told us that although you can’t see the lights with the naked eye, the cameras can pick up the color coming through the lens.  So, although I didn’t see the Northern Lights, my camera had one heck of a time viewing them.

We, my sister and I, did the requisite tourist things, Northern Lights, Icelandic Pony horseback riding and the Blue Lagoon.  In addition to these activities, we managed to save on dinners so we could go out and meet the Icelanders at the clubs and have a wine or beer.  Food, drinking, hotels, clothing – just about everything is very expensive in Iceland.  A liter of gas is 247.50 kr, or $23.00/liter US.  Our ‘Jeep’ guide told us that it costs about $135.00 US to fill the Path Finder tank of 75 liters.  WOW!   Rumor has it they all make good money, so they are quite used to the prices.  Sticker shock for fellow travelers!

The Icelandic pony ride was fun, but being a horse person, I knew why the horses looked as they did – shed season.  If you did not know, you would think you were being given a flea-bitten old horse to ride.  Mangy to say the least.  You could view the ponies grooming one another to help ease the itch of the heavy shedding coat.  I got a 5-gaited horse on the way out, a nice mare that was used for breeding and she was not a slug on the trail, but keen on listening to my leg commands and cues.  She somehow suffered a bloody nose on the trail and the guide of the slower group offered to switch horses with me.  I rode another mare back to the barn from our 1.5 hour trip on the lava paths.  This mare was only 4-gaited.  I wasn’t disappointed at all.  This one was much more sensitive to seat and leg commands and wanted to be up front leading.  Riding any Icelandic is like sitting on a couch but moving.  They are smooth if you know where to place your bum.  They ride with a very long stirrup and leg out straight and extended way past the girth and shoulder/hip line – unlike the traditional rider of the Western or Dressage/Jumper variety.  A great trip!

On our way home we visited the Blue Lagoon. Luckily we met someone that lived in Iceland and told us to lather up our hair prior to the dip with gobs of hair-conditioner.  This helps protect your hair from the drying effects of the mineral water.  EVEN with gobs on the hair, I came out and washed my hair 4 times and applied hair conditioner 4 times.  My hair after a quick dry was like straw and had this very unique volume to it.  I quite resembled the attachment one has on some vacuums that is used to clean either drapes or furniture, bristly, coarse and just sticking out.

From the frigid wilderness of the lagoon location, we barely caught the bus back to Keflavík – the town where the airport is located – a mere 15 minutes from the Lagoon.  With about 2.74 kr in change, I left the land of smelly fish, wonderfully friendly people and $10 happy hour wine to come home to the U.S.A.  It was pleasant enough to want to return, but next time in summer, say maybe in a week?

Bless, bless, þangað til við hittumst aftur!  – As they say in Icelandic.


There are just some days when you don’t feel like wearing a bra or getting out of your jammies. Voila! The solution. However, if you are young or blessed with perky ones, you might have to adapt.
Love Gertie~!

My Date, Mortimer


On an attempt to rid myself once and for all of the belongings of an ex-husband who walked out on me and fled to Australia (yes, he had to go far to get away), I listed a pair of skis for sale on Craigslist. The asking price was a mere $150. After a few emails, the person above, Mr. M., asked if he could get them for $120 as he was a single father and had two kids. I responded: “My ex walked out leaving a note on the counter, my sister died shortly thereafter, I was strangled and then 8 days later had a bad ski accident that caused me to lose all my jobs. $140, lowest offer. Did I win?”

The next email was, “I just love your sense of humor Gertie, how about $140, dinner and drinks?”
So this is how I came to have a date/ski sale with the man above.  (Don’t worry followers, I met in a well-traveled pub in a very lively area, it was safe.)

Kidding, it wasn’t this guy, but this is the photo he sent me. The photo I sent him will be posted shortly, it will be called, “Jammies in a Pinch.”

Oh, what interesting times we live in!!

Ciao~ Gertie!

“It’s Monday, put your big-girl panties on and say Giddy Up!”

Hunkered-Down Hibernation

You must say the title like a Billy-Bob or a Bubba would.  “Hunn-ker-daown Hy-bear-na-shun.” Repeat, “Hunn-ker-daown Hy-bear-na-shun.”  Yup, that’s what I have been doing for about 36 hours.  If you have been watching the TV, most of the US is sick with the flu.  “Almost an epidemic” according to some stations.  What?  Sick is sick and a cold is a cold.  The reported cases in the hospitals, in my opinion or IMHO are probably from the thousands of people out of work or without healthcare that turn to the emergency rooms for treatment.  I am sick but the last place I would go to is the hospital unless it felt like I was dying, heck you get more germs at most hospitals!  Just me, but I would prefer to hunker-down, crawl under the covers with a good book or a stack of movies and watch TV all day.

It started about 8 days ago for me.  My 3rd go around with a cold.  I never get sick, well I never did like this.  I really don’t think the last cold went away completely.  I also am not around tons of people like I use to be and I feel like I have not built up the immune system I once had, so I am getting sicker.  I know, that sounds like reverse logic, but doctors say that kids that don’t grow up with pets tend to be more prone to allergies, etc.  That’s my logic and I am sticking to it.

I started my hunkering on Friday night.  Box of tissue, bottles of water and a bag and a-half of candy kisses, some cough syrup (for night and day), the couch and TV.   My cat was with me, choosing his various places to sleep in the next 36 hours.  Friday night was the worst and I almost thought I would have to call out for a home delivery of tissue.  My nose was raw when I finally went to bed.

Saturday I slept in until about 2 PM.  I had woken earlier but felt like crap and said the best thing I could do was sleep, so I did.  Finally at 3 I got up and went to the couch to watch movies until I went to be later that night.  Sunday wasn’t much different, but my nose finally stopped creating the gross stuff and I didn’t have the great need for the tissue I once did.

I spent Sunday on the couch with those darn kisses.  It eventually became a game.  I would eat a candy kiss and then the metal wrapper would be balled up and tossed out onto the rug for the cat to play with.

I can now report approximately 26 metal shaped balls scattered around the floor and house, a bloated belly but a much better cold.  So if you get sick, hunker down, get a cat and some kisses to pass the time.

Happy New Year?

If you start your year off with the above phrase, you are undoubtedly looking for it to be a questionable year.  You are looking at the doubt of whether it is going to be a positive year.  Stand up and shout, with affirmation and positive conviction, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”   Tell everyone, including yourself you mean it.

I am sure there are those believers out there already saying, “The year ends in 13 and that is an unlucky number.”  Bull!  It is if you let it.  Stand up and live life with a positive attitude and today is the day to start.

We all know it is hard to deal with lots of things.  Our government is more that screwed up and we don’t know where we are headed there.  If you personally choose to put upon your shoulders the weight of the world, you will have a doubtful and questionable year.  Always looking for the negative.  Instead, look for the good, the positive.  I guaranty (as much as I can) that positive thinking does work!

Happy New Year!!! (She said standing on her roof and yelling it to the universe)  HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!