I have taken many roads in my lifetime some well-travelled and others not quite as much, but they have all been an adventure of sorts.  But I would like to consider each and every turn as the right path no matter how ill-advised it was at that time in my life.  We all have taken roads or detours which we have thought at first was not the right ones but in the end, if we hadn’t taken that turn at that time in our lives we would not be where we are today, and we might not be the person we are either.

Every road that I have travelled has been unique and has been fun whether it has to lead me to somewhere I was destiny to go or on one of those many detours that I have taken throughout my life.  But each one has given me an experience I would not have had if I had not have gone down that one road or made that certain turn.  We ask ourselves or at least I do what made me turn right when I should have gone right or gone straight went maybe I could to stay put but I have never really had an answer until now, that answer is if I was supposed to make any other turn I would have and I would have ended up somewhere else.   So, whatever I did I feel that is what I was supposed to do at that time not five minutes earlier or five minutes later but at that given second of time.

Just like on the road of life people come and go in our lives at different times for example, I met my ex-husband back in the early days of being stationed on Panama City Beach when someone broke the front glass out of my truck while it was parked on property of the satellite base of the naval station and he was a security guard there.  He got the insurance to pay for a new glass and he had it detailed so the glass would be all gone when I got back to base.  We started dating and 3 kids later the rest is history.  I lost him last week on Tuesday and that was another one of those roads you don’t expect to come down.

We all travel on roads to a different path however if we want to we can end up in the same place or we can continue on to a different location it is all up to which road we travel and what turn we take but whatever road we do take you can be sure of one thing it is probably the road we should be on even if in our way of thinking it was a wrong turn because we wouldn’t be on it otherwise.  So stay turn to yourself and the road of a different path won’t matter in the skim of things as long as you are going the way you want to go.


Carpathian Mountains-Romania Costy Greceanu



The picture is from Costy Greceanu off of Google + Carpathian Mountains- Romania   Thank you Costy for the use of your beautiful photo, of course, the story is my idea and the photo is of course all about the road.



I suppose as I sit down to type all my thoughts, so I can finally make sense of everything that has been happening in the last few months and then what I suppose for better words now then straw which broke the camel’s back.   First off, my daughter Misty gain 20 pounds of water and she went to the doctors to be told that she more than likely has CHF (Congestive Heart Failure) which is not good for anyone but she is only 38 years old will be 39 years old in May so that is really young to have fluid build up around her heart and the way it’s going she could have a heart attack if she doesn’t quit stressing and that is totally impossible for the moment cause her Dad had his third heart attack 4 weeks ago Monday.  Plus, to make matters worse he was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lung Cancer on top of all the other things to add to the stress of what she is going through now with her own health.  I don’t see her stress level settling down anytime soon.

Now for Misty’s dad, he has been my friend for 40 years and it is hard to see a friend even if he is my ex-husband who was a strong, loving, man become a weak, unstable strength wise person who must fight for every breath he takes.  I haven’t seen him yet, but I will be trying to figure out a way to take Misty to see her dad because it feels like something that needs to be done and needs to be done very soon.  I just need to figure out how to go about doing this because I don’t think I will be able to forgive myself if something happens and I don’t go and tell him bye in person.  I know I will need 2 rooms for a motel and to rent a car because I don’t have a car.  We can’t stay with him because he has my other daughter there with his granddaughter too.  The reason I need 2 rooms is that my grandson wants to go also.  It is going to be easy to rent a car, but the rooms will be expenses because it is Spring Break in Florida, so the rooms will be high, and I also must hope that they have a vacancy.  I can stay away from the beach if we have a car and we can drive to show my grandson the water that would be no problem.  I just must figure out a way to get money to go.

Last bit of drama and I so hate it so much is when you start trusting someone and they take that trust and threw it back in your face is a betrayal no matter how you look at it and no matter how many times they tell you their sorry it doesn’t take that betrayal away or the hurt.  It is hard to get back on and say sure I will take you back sure I understand that you are human and as humans we make mistakes and God forgave us, so you need to forgive me.  Best of all, I know that to forgive is divine but I am not God nor could I ever be him I just am not that good but more importantly I am a sinner and I am not quite sure I can forgive you for what I know you have done and what you know you did.  No matter how many sorry you say you must earn the trust that you lost back and even then there are no guarantees.   Life doesn’t come with guarantees and if it did I’m not sure it would be right.  But I think that is for another time and another discussion.

I have one more friend to add here he too has been having issues but he is back in the hospital I don’t want to lose him any more than I want to lose Misty’s Dad we too have been around for a while and even though I haven’t seen him in a while he is still in my thoughts a lot but I believe he is my oldest friend I have let other than the other kids I have gone to school with and lived with in the children’s home I was in a million years ago.  I asked a friend the other day while we were talking a question, it was why when we get a certain age do we start losing our friends? She couldn’t answer me.  I am not sure that I have an answer yet that truly makes sense if there is anyone out there who reads my blog and if you think you have a good answer or just an idea please let me know in the comments because I would really like to hear a few answers.  I personally have no idea what so ever.  Thank you!! Sorry, it’s so long but I had a lot to say I suppose and I was feeling a little bit of stress of my own that I needed to work out, so I think now when I lay down tonight to go to sleep I just might sleep for more than 20-30 minutes at a time now.  I hope you each and every one of you have a good week and again thank you for reading.


As most of you know we have had a usual winter especially since the beginning of January when it seemed that snow just fell like crazy on the upper Northern midwest for the sake of just making a mess of everything.  It left ice, snow and freezing temperatures from clear across both sides of the states and down North and South.  It’s not that the snow is unusual or even the amount at times is strange but what is really strange is that it doesn’t snow in Florida or even in New Orleans, Louisana and it snowed in both of those places and the temperatures were like down in the low single digits plus with the wind chill factored in they were in the negative range for a few days there.  The weather in Michigan area wasn’t nothing to shake your stick at either when they say it was cold you better believe it and more ice than normal and lots more snow to shovel.  To think I wanted to move up there so I could have four seasons.  (wonder where I would get a fool idea like that)

The weather since I have moved home from Florida hasn’t been the greatest but I don’t have the outerwear needed to spend too much time in the great outdoors but then again I am not sure that if I hadn’t been in Florida for the year and six months I was there that I would still not have the clothes need to go outside and take the pictures I would like to take because it has been dang cold here as well.   Any way forward as the saying goes.

I am so ready for the spring so I can get out to plant a few flowers and want warming weather because I am so tired of being cold when by now here in Texas we have already started to complain about the temperature beginning to get in the mid-eighties well I am really ready for those type of temperatures.  I know a lot of my buddies and friends up in the Michigan and Indiana states are too.

So while the mid-west hopes to warm up so that it will stop snowing and the shoveling off the walkway plus the driveways, I am praying for warming weather all around so that we can all be happy for a short period of time until there is something else to find to complain about which I’m sure will be anytime now.  But that is okay we are most of the time at least human and according to reliable sources humans are supposed to complain about something or they would not be happy.  But that isn’t always true.  I, for the most part, am happy.  I have a roof over my head, I have food to put in my stomach most of the time and my children love and respect me most of the time.  That makes me happy a lot.  Now if the weather would just get warmed up and Springtime would come so that I could plant flowers and make my yard nice I would be even happier.

By the way, my friends and family tomorrow is valentines day and I want to wish you all a good one even those across the big pond hope your day is filled with love from family, friends, and your other half and hopefully no one is forgotten on 14 of February.  God bless you all.  Be good and be safe ❤ you all!!!!




What is a hero?  According to the dictionary a hero is:

a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
“a war hero”

but does that person always have to be a soldier, sailor, marine or even a military person?  My answer is no but I am going to tell you why.  The person who leaves to go off to war is a hero but so is the family who has to wait at home for him/her to come home hoping beyond hope that it is all together with no harm done.

The fireman who leaves his house to go to work every day is a hero he/she never knows what he/she might tackle in any given shift.  The policeman who goes out the door never knows if it is the last time he/she will see the family or kiss his/her spouse goodbye.  The person who is sitting at the light waiting for it to turn green sees an accident and gets out of the car to give aid to the person or persons in the vehicle who has been injuried in the accident without his/her knowledge of standard first aid the people in that car might not have made it.

I know a few heroes who fit in this catergory they are indeed soldiers but then again I know a few policeman, firefighters, doctors, and even nurses who are in book at least heroes they give every day tirelessly devoted to their profession and never complain about how things aren’t always right or why me?  They do the job in front of them and safe lives all the time.

But you don’t have to be a professional to be a hero exordinary people living everyday lives can be a hero and are hero every day.  If while driving a car and you see a dog in the middle of the road and he seems to be scared beyond reason, you stop your car get out and risk your life so that the dog can get to the other side of the road you are a hero maybe a little crazy but we have all been there and I will stop my car every time to say an animal I have even been know to stop it for a turtle or two.  That is a hero but that is not exactly what I mean but you are catching on.

Heroes are like every day people the come from every walk of life and many shape, sizes and backgrounds but best of all they aren’t looking to be heroes they don’t do it for the glory of it they do it because what ever it is has to be done and they are there at the moment in time when something happens.  It is just something that happens.

Heroism is an act of bravery, courage, valor, boldness, audacity and fearlessness.  These are the qualities you associate with people who are heroes.  I once knew soldiers that had these qualities I won’t get into there names because I don’t have permission to tell you some of things I know that they have done but to me they served their country well but didn’t get a heroes welcome when they came back.  Like a lot of veterans who fought in Vietnam it was damn hard for them but they survived and they now live productive lives with their families.  All those tracts aren’t necessary to be a hero you just have to do something to help someone else and let them believe you are a hero to them.  That is how people become heroes.

Just remember anyone can be a hero in the right situation.  Given time and space we all could use a little helping hand.  God bless you each and every one of you.  May you cherish today, remember yesterday and look forward to tomorrow.


Mother’s Day May 2017

With Mother’s Day coming and Mom’s birthday passing a couple of months back she has been on my mind a lot lately.   I’m not sure it is because she will be gone for 17 years come this September or if she would have been celebrating her 84 birthday this past March or then it again it could be that it is just another Mother’s Day without her.  But either way she is indeed on my mind.  I suppose here lately she has been there a lot.

But anyone who has a Mom whether she still be here with us or has gone to live in heaven this time of year our Mom’s are in our thoughts because of May and us celebrating Mother’s Day all over the world.  It was started in the early 20th century when Anna Jarvis wanted to honor all Mothers and motherhood.  While not all countries celebrate Mother’s Day it is hosted in about forty countries around the world.

In retrospect you really only have one Mother and it is nice to let her know how special she is to you and to thank her for all the things she has taught, her unconditional love and most of life she as given you.  She is the light at the end of your tunnel when you just want that much needed hug or a kiss on the forehead when you’re not feeling your best.  Sometimes we get lucky and we have a Mom would is always there through thick and thin.

Motherhood is an honorable job and for those of have it is a wonderful and sometimes trying occupation but it is also a very loving one.  At times it can be routine but never boring,  it can even be thankless at times when you are at your wits end but there is always love and you often wonder if your children are on the same page as you but you know beyond a doubt in your mind that you would NEVER change a thing because changing one thing would change it all.

So Mom I want to thank you for all you did my brothers and sisters I know that you loved us.  I also want to say that there a day doesn’t pass by that I don’t want to pick up the phone to call you to tell you something or ask you a question about something but most importantly just to say I love you, I miss you but most of all thank you for all the years you were there to raise me and care for me.

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO ALL YOU MOMS OUT THERE IN CYBERSPACE  May you all have a wonderful day and I hope that your children remembers to tell you!!!!




Up above are different types of porches in America today.  There are multi-level porches, wrap porches such as we have in old Victorian houses, we even have single level porches which have rocking chairs across the front of them.  But no matter how the porches look they are made for sitting and telling stories of the past, sharing secrets or just for taking taking naps and dreaming.

I remember as a child living on a dairy farm my grandparents had a wrap a round porch which the wrap part had been added on during their time of owning the house because we lived on that porch early mornings after chores we were on the back porch and evening we were on the front cause it was always cooler at those time.  Anyway the adults sat on the rockers while us kids always had our place to sit and we weren’t allow to sit on a rocker unless we were invited to sit with an adult.  We had swings on either end one of the front and one on the backside.  It was great.

Miss Susie has a porch at her home we are always talking about me coming to paint the floor part of it so we can sit and have conversation and coffee afterward I think it would be fun the problem I’m seeing is it would be fun getting there and finding her there with her schedule…LOL   But it would so much fun sitting on the porch with her and listening to her tell her stories of living in the house and maybe sharing a secret or two with a good friend after all that is what porch sitting is all about.

I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog about porch sitting has much as I have writing it.  Hope you have a wonderful week.  Don’t forget to get out and vote today that is very important.  God bless you each and everyone.

The pictures above some are mine the very last 2 on bottom roll are of my friend Connie’s porch she took the pictures herself..she send me a few and I am working on using the rest with a story I’m thinking about.  The rest of the pictures are from google.



 My Sister Sharon Kroth was going through some old emails and found this one…she didn’t write it but she could have but she didn’t know how to share it on Facebook now that they don’t have notes anymore so I’m going to share it for her and let everyone enjoy it and she can then share it on her page too. Thank you you all for reading it it really is quite cool.  Kat
Subject: Poem…..(Takes you back)

I remember the cheese of my childhood,

And the bread that we cut with a knife,

When the children helped with the housework,

And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,

And the bread was so crusty and hot,

The children were seldom unhappy

And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,

With the yummy cream on the top,

Our dinner came hot from the oven,

And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,

They didn’t need money for kicks,

Just a game with their mates in the road,

And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner,

Where a pen’orth of sweets was sold

Do you think I’m a bit too nostalgic?

Or is it….I’m just getting old?

I remember the ‘loo’ was the lav,

And the boggy man came in the night,

It wasn’t the least bit funny

Going “out back” with no light.

The interesting items we perused,

From the newspapers cut into squares,

And hung on a peg in the loo,

It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,

With plenty of rich foamy suds

But the ironing seemed never ending

As Mum pressed everyone’s ‘duds’.

I remember the slap on my backside,

And the taste of soap if I swore

Anorexia and diets weren’t heard of

And we hadn’t much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?

Or our initiative was destroyed?

We ate what was put on the table

And I think life was better enjoyed.