Me, Myself and Irene Christmas Edition

Just for fun. I was not in the mood for Christmas as 2020 has presented itself as one pathetic miserable bitchy year and I didn’t see the need to reward it but as life dictates, we should always count our blessings, take the good, the bad and make an omelet out of it. I mean, we need the bad sometimes to shake our bun-buns, teach us lessons as our life depends on it but not the dump that was thrown at us like an hot pot on the oven. 2020 has officially been canceled and we saw it in real time.

I made the decision to pick and follow, not to choose but follow, embrace the present. The Lord is my Sheppard I shall not want. I decided to take the good the year has offered, ditch the horrible, put it on a pile of manure and bury it somewhere on the curbside. Pumped I became and as much life has been one bowl of tomato soup, He restored my soul, leading me in the paths of righteousness, I was not about to turn it into a mash potato.

I moved in, decorated the house, sprinkled a few scent of pine here and there on something that resembles a Christmas tree, (my tree is too big and I was not in the mood to deal with it. I got the one on the corner and spruced it, add some light to it and it is standing tall and pretty, smiling right back at me), put up the lights and made it feel like the holiday that it is for two grateful soul dwellers. Yup, not going anywhere but my home. Ms Rona said so and I am ok.

2020 has been one puking year, for the books that no even the bookkeepers could have foreseen, forget the make believe horoscope card readers psychics, they were out to lunch on this twenty twenty and riding on my parade one more time it wasn’t, in the Christmas spirit I was going to be. I put my foot down and declared that life is for the living and living I was going to and elected to finding goodness, joy, the bright light in the pile of hay, grab it and make it my umbrella du jour. Yeah Christmas, bring it on!


Merry Xmas


Christmas is a time to cheer, a time to give, a time to dance, a time for peace, a time to rejoice,a time to be kind, a time to love and reflect on what is important, a time for family and yes, a time for presents and no ugly sweaters or fruit cake. From me to you and yours, Merry Christmas. May your day be filled with happiness, joy, and yes, lots of laughter.

Christmas 361 Days


I and a couple of friends visited Warren, a suburb of Detroit, back in July for one of our choir member’s wedding and decided to mix business with pleasure. We had never been to Michigan and since we were there, decided to explore. I mean, don’t never say never but where are the chances of I landing in Warren, MI?! Although, this is where the GM headquarters is located, it was not on my bucket list but since I don’t like to leave anything to chances, I had a “what heck” moment, did the hoola hoola dance, hop on the plane with the rest of the crew and there we were in Detroit tramping our way to Warren.


It was a gray July day, summer was in full bloom but it felt more like Spring. There was not a cloud in the sky as we headed out, loaded with all the GPS’s our phones could provide in search of a little town in the middle of Michigan. All I heard is that it was located somewhere after Flint and it would take approximately a hour and half and if we play our cards right, we would be back in time for the rehearsal.


I have never heard of Frankenmuth, Michigan then again I was not familiar with many Michigan cities and towns in besides Ann Harbor, Flint and Detroit. I din’t, then again I haven’t adventured much in the midwest direction anyway, so it is understandable. It certainly wasn’t on mine or the others’ radar but one of the ladies. I was on my way to the Motown museum until she suggested we do the town first, to learn later that it was 4th of July and the museum would be closed. Oh well, there. One more reason to pay Detroit a visit again.


It was gray and cloudy, it been raining a little, when we arrived in Frankenmuth, a little of town located within Frankenmuth Township, population four thousand plus. The town was formed back in 1845 by conservative Lutheran settlers from Bavaria, Germany. It is an exciting little town with visitors hovering around every corner. The main street embraces Bavarian culture. It is filled with crafty little stores, restaurants, carriages everywhere… it exurbs German hospitality. It hosts many festivals and is home to the world’s largest Christmass, Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland.


Yeah, it was Christmas in July alright because it was raining christmas. Christmas ornaments, Santas, collectibles, christmas trees, christmas signs, Silent Night Chapel, christmas up, christmas down, christmas rolling, you name it, it was all and more in a bag of chips packaged in one little junction. It left me at hello!


The Nativity is in display 24 hrs 361 days of the year. I found it magic and went running like a kid in a candy store snapping pictures here and there, jumping up and down like a squirrel. We spent so much time in the town that we found ourselves negotiating with time, driving like maniacs as we were running late to the final wedding rehearsal and the dinner that followed. I am happy to say that we were, hummm, just a few minutes late. Not too chubby considering that we were not the only ones.


What other occasion then today to share the store with you? Enjoy it and if you are up that way, just stop by. You will love it.









It was being repaired when we visited



A little history on Silent Night as you walk in


Inside the building. Translation please!


I think I was dancing my way out of the chapel because I really don’t know what I was doing.