Wherever I travel, my eye automatically lights on the architecture of the place and my heart to watching the people who move within those spaces.
     In the city of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, there is a church that seems to almost glow with the reverence of the faithful that cross it’s marbled floors.
     Our Lady of Guadalupe stands proud and comforting among the poor that hawk their wares outside, selling everything from handmade dolls to a ride in a handsome carriage.
     The church, itself, is relatively modern, having been built in 1903 on the grounds of an older, and much smaller chapel. The parishioners of ‘The Bay’ grew in such numbers and with such sacrifice that Rome funded the construction. 
     It’s central spire is topped with a replica of the wedding crown worn by Empress Carlota, wife of Emperor Maximilian, ruler of Mexico (vis-sa-vis Austria). 
     Why? I don’t know. Especially since the royal couple were not favorites among the native people or the Spanish ruling class (the very Catholic people of Mexico found them suspect because of their lack of offspring, calling him impotent and her barren when, in fact, he sired a son with a native Indian mistress, and Carlota had a son by way of an Imperial officer, who would grow up and surrender the French Army to Hitler).
     In fact, they were politically and literally abandoned during a power play between liberals (Maximilian) and conservatives ( Benito Juarez). Max was eventually executed and Carlota died crazy in a castle in Belgium. 
     As for Our Lady, her Mexican story begins in 1531, when she appeared to peasant Juan Diego, telling him to solicit the Bishop of Mexico to build a church in Guadalupe and call her the Lady of Guadalupe (not the Virgin Mary because she loved the Mexican people most), but not before he was instructed to pick roses for her (in December), which he found on a hilltop, and carried in his cloak to his local church where he laid them at the alter and lo-and-behold the interior of the cloth had a darker Indian Virgin Mary imprinted on it- gold leafed, with the blue-green mantle of the mythological Aztec twin Gods Ometecuhtli & Omecihuatl, and rays of light in the decorative form of Aloe spines!
     Really Ironic.
     So what’s the take-away?
     Churches are beautiful. People are flawed…

and the Holy Mother must really likes Tacos.
Cathedral of
Our Lady of Guadalupe
Puerto Vallarta
The replica of the wedding Crown
worn by crazy
Empress Carlota
Just another day at the Alter
Central Alter
shrouded in the pink that
The Lady appeared in.
One of the faithful
reciting the rosary as she moves to the alter on her knees.
The ‘Original’ cloak-
now found in Mexico City
Empress Carlota



  • Chloe Jeffreys - I love Puerto Vallarta! But not as much as the conclusions you’ve drawn about the Virgin Mary and tacos. Tacos are good. If you are still there had over to The Happy Lobster and order the special coffee.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Alais, I have returned to NOLA. Not a bad place to land, but next year I’ll swing by The Happy Lobster for a swig!ReplyCancel

  • Karen D. Austin - My husband works at a Catholic school, so it’s good for me to learn more about Catholic saints. Thank you.
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    • Cheryl - I find the stories of Saints fascinating. We have a priest here in New Orleans that is being vetted for sainthood as we speak. I should write about him….. thanks for reminding me!ReplyCancel

  • Sue Pekarek - I have read about how the parishioners crawl on their knees, incredible. Love the crown on top of the church. All the photos are gorgeous.ReplyCancel

  • Janina Singleton - Spectacular photos!ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Such beautiful photos and an interesting story. I didn’t know about this and it’s something I’d love to see.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - It is a beautiful church.
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    • Cheryl - Yes William- it is. I think all churches are beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - The church is so pretty! So interesting to learn a bit about its history, too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It really is beautiful. And the faithful there are so reverent. A very humbling experience.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Love the pictures – and the way you tell a story. Yes, people are certainly flawed.ReplyCancel

  • Tam Warner Minton - Beautiful! I never knew there was a royal fam of Mexico other than Spain….ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I love your take aways and how you weave a tale! Tacos…. Too funny!ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - I was driving home tonight through the city of Philadelphia and saw a billboard about the Lady and got home and saw this post.
    Now I feel like I need to know more.
    What a beautiful church, great pictures and yes we Catholics are a crazy bunch and people are flawed.
    Great post!
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  • Kim Tackett - I love how you wove the story and the images for us. Thank you!
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  • Wendy Walker Cushing - Nice fieldtrip! I love these pictures. Since my husband is an organist you can only imagine how many thousands of cathedrals and churchs of all types I’ve been in. I always try to find the unusual and many times I am fascinated by what I find.ReplyCancel

  • Janie Emaus - I loved learning about this. And your photos are amazing.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Beautiful photographs with the story told in you own inimical way, By the way, Confederate officers and soldiers went to Mexico to help Maximilian after Lee signed at Appomattox. Most were shot, fled back to Texas, or stayed elsewhere in Mexico.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - What gorgeous pictures, and such a compelling story. I loved seeing the photo of the Empress Carlotta and could imagine her downing a few tacos.ReplyCancel

The following story is true. WARNING: Do not try this at home. Disclaimer: No animals were hurt in the process, at least not many…


It all began with a 6am flight to the netherlands of NE Ohio, to join the family for Thanksgiving and to assist in my mother’s move from a hospital to a skilled nursing facility.


The morning was clear and cool. Everything looked good from 30,000 feet. No one was hacking up a lung in the seat next to me.


10am. Touch down. Ladies room. Reapply lipstick. Find a unsweetened iced tea. Check messages. Find the escalator. There’s the baggage carousel, and … no luggage to be found. It seems my bag had an appointment in Washington D.C. , and then decided a Philly Steak was in order in the City of Brotherly Love.

Of course it did.


Tickets. Stickers. Addresses. Delivery scheduled. Fine. Just get it to me.


Off I go through the big doors into the car of my fav brother-n-law, waiting for me with a bag of tacos and a Margarita (salted rim- he knows me so well). Iced tea thrown out the window. Who wouldn’t?




“This is Cheryl.”


“Cheryl. This is Carol. Your mother’s neighbor.”

“Yes Carol. How may I help you?”


“The fire department is breaking down your mother’s door!”


“Excuse me?”

“They’re breaking her door down. The police and an ambulance are here too!”


Big breath…. “Why?”


“Is she there? They say a lady called…”


“She is in a hospital, Carol. She is  NOT THERE.” Thank God for the Margarita.


“They’ve done a lot of damage. The door is on the ground and the drywall is all torn-up.”


Of course it is.


Ted and I continue on our way with me releasing a myriad of words my mother told me to never use, and…


We are RUN OFF THE ROAD by two large sixteen wheelers, up over the concrete curb, onto a snowy wet patch of grass stopping 15 yards short of a 30ft steel highway sign which says:



“Welcome To Cleveland”.


Up and over. Back on the highway we continue in silence and arrive to find police tape covering what was once my mother’s front portal.

Yellow is not my color.


(Turns out my mother, somehow, got ahold of her cell phone in her hospital room and called 911, whispered a few desperate words and dropped the phone. The 911 system has her cell attached to her village emergency system, and so with a flip of the switch and a little reverse look-up, they ascertained that the call was coming from her residence, and so… Houston. We have a problem. You just can’t make this shizz up folks).

Where do I find a handy-man two days before Thanksgiving in a city that I don’t live in.


Never mind. I did. And, after securing the door with a piece of wood and a serious kick of my foot, I felt safe for the night.


The door was repaired the next morning for a Holiday price.


Of course it was.


This very same- next- day, I was to expect a childhood friend and the rest of my family- all in to see Mom and to stay a day more to have some kind of Thanksgiving meal that would be mechanized, on a tray, the consistency of mush, surrounded by people being fed, and dashed hopes of recovery.

Gobble Gobble

The night before this splendid meal was to be shared, my girlfriend and I sat around talking blah-blah-blah, and then went to sleep assisted by a half dose of Ambien.


Ring- aling- aling it is 4:38 in the fucking am.


I think I said,”Hello?”. Who can tell?


“I’m in jail. I need you to come get me”, said a very important person.


taking it in…


“What jail? Who is this?”


“Blah-blah-blah jail.”


Deep breath… letting it register… making sure I’m not dreaming, God Damn Ambien, and…


“Okay. Give me 20 minutes.”


“Drive safe, Cheryl. It’s a blizzard out there.”


Of course.  It is.


Grabbing the purse, finding the bra, making sure I have the cash, getting the keys to the car (which has bald tires because otherwise the Universe would be balanced and my mother would be on top of her auto care), quietly sneaking out of the house so as to not disturb the guest…

I’m on the road.


Pulling up. Walking in. Paying the bail. Throwing a look… and I have the important person back to where they are supposed are staying.

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”


You bet we will.

And back to my Mom’s house, 2 hours sleep, it is 8:30 am: “Happy Thanksgiving! It’s a day to rejoice!”, says the friend.


That is most likely not true, but we all continue on our schedules to consume the fowl and contact lawyers (Thank God we have several in many states)… and I get an appointment scheduled for the next day. When my village lawyer gets back from killing ducks.

Of course he is.


In the conference. Blah-blah-blahhhhh…. and I get a call from a beloved nephew (who lives in this town) and whom is in distress over a cat that is dying in front of his eyes.


“Aunt Cheryl. I need your advise.”

And I’m listening… “Give me 20 minutes. I’m right around the corner.” (This seems to be the tag-line of the week).



“Be careful. The roads are awful.”


Of course they are.


And so, there I am, with a distraught human and a cat in renal failure.


I call my Vet friend, for a confirmation of my diagnosis. She asks for the signs. I tell her what I see in the ears, the mouth, the eyes. She confirms, and… my nephew and I have the cat put to rest. Together. Holding each other. He expressing sorrow. I expressing more of a ‘What The Fuck Is Going On Around Here?’ kind of emoting.



So… mother moved, lawyers hired, cat buried, turkey eaten, luggage delivered, door repaired, flight connections made, and…

I am back. Back home in New Orleans.


 Unpacking… and packing, AGAIN, for our annual Holiday vacation in Mexico. Leaving this week. Leaving in 2 days.


Of course I am.

I’m a glutton not only for turkey, but punishment.

See you all around December 16PINIMAGE

See you all around December 16


  • Darcy Perdu (So Then Stories) - Omigod, I need a Xanax just READING that story!!! Holy Cow! That was some trip! Glad you survived! Hope the Mexico trip is less eventful and more relaxing!
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    • Cheryl - Xanax!!!! That’s it! You’re brilliant- i need to get some.ReplyCancel

  • Mary - My brain cannot think of any words to say right now! I am dumbfounded. Have a wonderful time in Mexico.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I am still recovering. My mind is a blurrrrrrrrrr…..ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - Oh man, I’m not sure I’d return from vacation if I was in your shoes, I sure as hell wouldn’t be answering my phone late night! Safe travels and cheers to Mexico!
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    • Cheryl - The phone is off the hook never to be answered again- except if you call.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Tough going there, Missy. Sounds like you had a bitch of a time but looked good doing it. It all comes out in the wash, doesn’t it? FABULOUS story telling, my darling. I couldn’t have done it better. Misery makes such good reading!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - HA! If you don’t laugh you’ll kill yourself. Or maybe that’s just me? Siesta baby. Siesta.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - Holy crap. I mean. Holy crap. I am so sorry…maybe next Tgiving you’ll go to the islands or something…I would!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Holy Crapola! That’s the phrase! Islands sound good to me right now. Join me?ReplyCancel

  • Christine Fury Long - This is just too funny! Happy car racing my dear!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Zoom Zoom Christina my love. Zoom Zoom.ReplyCancel

  • Suzanne Gray - You are a trooper! Going through all of that and retaining a sense of humor about it is just amazing. Hope that trip to Mexico is calm. You deserve it!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Mexico will be wonderful but eventful I think. A LOT of personalities meeting on the beach for this one. I’m sure I’ll have a post or 2- and a few martinis.ReplyCancel

  • Travels with Tam - Hilarious. Life is a comedy, you know? At least Mexico shouldn’t be such a snafu?ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - From your mouth the God’s ears. I hope he likes to surf.ReplyCancel

  • Amy Skipper - Wow!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. WOW! Wish you had been there Amy. Missed you much! XXXOOOReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - I know you that as you say, “you can’t make this shzzz up” but only you can make it hysterical. Here’s to a better margarita in Mexico!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Aren’t you a love! Seriously- if you don’t find the humor you’ll break in two.ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - I feel so bad for laughing but you have a way with words. I am so glad you are home safe and really hope your next trip includes at least one good nights sleep.
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    • Cheryl - I’m answering this in bed as I type. Nighty night!ReplyCancel

  • Princess Rosebud - You have yourself a well deserved vacay in Mexico. Don’t get Montezuma’s Revenge and watch out for hurricanes!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Child’s play after this trip. XXXOOOReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Gee whiz!! I think you’d be wise to not leave your home ever again. But then again, you must, for your real-life stories are so incredibly entertaining! I look forward to the next installment of The Crazy Life and Times of Cheryl. Enjoy Mexico!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Ye Gods, you have makings of a perfect story. Incredible. Why do you even leave home? I pray Mexico is better. Oh wait, that is the country where they run around shooting people or making them disappear. Prayers.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - OMG! I can’t wait to see what happens when you go to Mexico!!ReplyCancel

  • Katie Knapp Hill - Brilliant… I’m laughing but only at the appropriate moments. Where will you be in Mexico? I fly early Friday am…early HS reunion would be fun. Its,a big country, if you are near the Yucatan hit me up.ReplyCancel

  • Sue - I am speechless that ALL of this even happened within just one trip. When does the made for TV movie come out? I wish you the nicest trip to Mexico with many relaxing days.
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    • Cheryl - One trip. Just ONE TRIP. This stuff just follows me.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - That is a disaster of a trip.
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    • Cheryl - Jesus H Christ William. I’m exhausted, and here I go again- though this time it’s to a beach, so there’s that.ReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - This is hilarious! I loved it! I love your voice and how you wrote this. I can TOTALLY agree because this is my life. Strange things like this happen to me all the time, like ALL the time!ReplyCancel

  • Charles E. Burnham - This makes my Thanksgiving sound almost pleasant. I think Uncle Fester might have run a twin-trailered FedEx truck off the road, but I was too afraid to look. Not that I was frightened, but my attorney told me I could avoid testifying if I didn’t see anything.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - Whew!! Have I told you before that you’re amazing!!
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  • Carolann - omg I was on the edge of my seat reading this! Poor kitty, poor you, poor mom…geez…but you were strong and made it all better! Love your writing skills!
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    • Cheryl - Thanks Carolann! So happy you enjoyed!ReplyCancel


Real Life can be just so… in your face… that I want to slap the bitch.




 “Stand down you hellish beast”, I call from the high air of my parapet walk.



“Do not venture forth or I will send my slayers to the field of battle to slay your slayers”. (I’m a poet Queen).



At this point I am opening my ermine cape so that it catches the wind and rises high around me so as to create a dramatic moment. I am also hoping that it doesn’t come down around my face because that would just look stupid.





Thank God. It’s working. The breeze is in my favor this morn.



“Hedrick! Gather my men! Arm them with sharp knives and hot coal. Place on their heads the Tall Hat and wrap their bodies with linen of olde. What? I don’t want to hear a God damn thing about the laundress and the futility of next day service. Get it done man!”



“Genevieve! For the love of God, where is that wench? Shit! You fool. Don’t startle me like that! Gather ye court and take shelter in the Royal Cellars and do not, I repeat DO NOT let me hear a cork vent a barrelet- until I alight, of course”.



“Jester! You fool! This is no time for levity! Go seek the fishmonger and the butcher and the pastry maker. Have them stock my pantries with their wares. Tell them they will be highly compensated, that my advisers will dine at sunset, and that my subjects can eat cake. Not one word about my sorry ass cousin-Queen of France. Cake means ‘leftovers”. (Jesus, does no one research historical fact anymore?)



“Bidwell! Accompany me from the turret to the yawn across the palisade. Have the footmen barricade the drawbridge and draw the footbridge. Yes, we do have many bridges, you sot… Forget it. I’ll do it myself.” (Jesus, it’s hard to get good help these days).



“Valet! Take my steads and render them with caution. I will expect no damage and all my finery still present upon my return”.







My skirts sound so good. I really must remember to thank my dressmaker after the battle.



Welcome Your Majesty. It is our pleasure.



“Of course it is. And have me not disturbed until the battle is won…


“Or they get hungry”.


A Welcome Home supper at CommanderPINIMAGE

A Welcome Home supper at Commander’s Palace in the private wine room- because I can.



Welcome Her Majesty. It is our pleasure. Of course it is. PINIMAGE

Welcome Her Majesty. It is our pleasure. Of course it is.



First Course: Stone Crab & Caviar served with MV Charles de Cazanove RM Brut, from Reims, Champagne, France. PINIMAGE

First Course: Stone Crab & Caviar served with MV Charles de Cazanove RM Brut, from Reims, Champagne, France.


Second Course: Lobster Bisque served with MV Henri Giraud Fut de Chene Brut from  Ay Grand, Cru, Champagne, France.... I have people there. PINIMAGE

Second Course: Lobster Bisque served with MV Henri Giraud Fut de Chene Brut from Ay Grand, Cru, Champagne, France…. I have people there.


Third Course: Oyster Carbonara served with 2010 Maison Champy les Combottes from Pernand-Vergelesses, Burgundy, France. PINIMAGE

Third Course: Oyster Carbonara served with 2010 Maison Champy les Combottes from Pernand-Vergelesses, Burgundy, France.



A le Coup de Milieu or a palate cleanser for you peasants. In this case a Crescent City Cooler of Guava rum, Angostura bitters, ginger ale & lime juice. Delightful Barkeep. Just delightful.PINIMAGE

A le Coup de Milieu or a palate cleanser for you peasants. In this case a Crescent City Cooler of Guava rum, Angostura bitters, ginger ale & lime juice. Delightful Barkeep. Just delightful.

Fourth Course: Pan Roasted Skate fish wing (cousin of sting rays) served with 2012 Domaine Gauby les Calcinaires from Cotes Catalanes, Southern France. PINIMAGE

Fourth Course: Pan Roasted Skate fish wing (cousin of sting rays) served with 2012 Domaine Gauby les Calcinaires from Cotes Catalanes, Southern France.



Fifth Course: Tournedo of beef and Chanterelle Mushrooms, served with 2012 Caymus, 40th Anniversary, Cabernet Sauvignon, Napa Vally, CaliforniaPINIMAGE

Fifth Course: Tournedo of beef and Chanterelle Mushrooms, served with 2012 Caymus, 40th Anniversary, Cabernet Sauvignon, Napa Vally, California

My kitchen staff working to please me at  COMMANDERSPINIMAGE

My kitchen staff working to please me at
New Orleans

  • carollynn - Your majesty, what feats of loyalty and/or fealty must one perform to find themselves (me) invited to share such a repast with her queen (you)? Commanders Palace, always an amazing experience.
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    • Cheryl - I believe it says in the Magna Carta that one must be loyal to the Queen and able and willing to take up arms in defense of the Kingdom. I do believe you muster a Knighthood. Welcome to the Kingdom.ReplyCancel

  • Doreen McGettigan - Oh my Amazing! Even though the first few courses would have killed me, dang shellfish allergy, I was dreaming and pretending I was right there with you.

    • Cheryl - It was a glorious evening full of much meat and libations. I could do this every week Doreen. If only the Royal purses allowed.ReplyCancel

  • Jackie - Wow! That is some meal (and I loved the “intro”)!

    We all deserve some pampering now and then… and this would be right up my alley :)
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    • Cheryl - Why thank you Dame Jackie. ’tis my pleasure to welcome you to the Kingdom of my own making. All the trains run on time here.ReplyCancel

  • Mary - Thank you Your Majesty for a glimpse into your world! Amazing! Dinner in the wine room is right up my alley!
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    • Cheryl - T’was a glorious feast of savory beast and fragrant fowl. The libations weren’t bad either. Wowza!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - I would have had the dinner in the wine room, Cheryl. This looks ah-may-zing! I am still waiting for my invite…xoxo Hope you loved it – how couldn’t you? xoReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You, my dear fellow Royal, are always welcome. I await your arrival.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I can’t tell you how good that meal looks to me. I haven’t had breakfast yet!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I was presented with a hot slice of cheesy grit quiche this morn and it was delicious. My servants are so attentive lately!ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - Now that is awesome, Queen Cheryl. I’m drooling even though it’s only 8:00 in the morning!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I believe all should partake of caviar on grits in the morn. Now get on that!ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - How special! Love the way you presented this. Very original.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh. I’ve got a million of these diddys up my royal sleeve. Sometimes I even pull a rabbit out of my crown.ReplyCancel

  • Mary Bird Lanzavecchia - Tell me you brought an extra large suitcase, I mean purse, and stashed a few extra bottles away for me. What an amazing dinner!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - One better: I had them d-el-i-v-e-r.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - Now this IS a meal fit for her Royal Highness. And I lover how The Queen makes mention of each drink pairing, marvelous. I loved this. And I want to eat there. With you. Even though I am a mere peasant.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You present yourself as a peasant of the highest quality so I will consider your request…. and grant it. On your next visit perhaps?ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Gee whiz! NOW I’m starving. What a fabulous culinary experience. Yum, yum, yum. Thank you for sharing — the photos, at least. :-PReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Okay now that made me hungry! Great photos.
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    • Cheryl - They’re a little grainy—– with dijon mustard! HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - The closest I came to such a grand feast was at a fancy hotel in Seattle. Nintendo paid for everyone who had worked for them for ten years or longer. It is a way I’ll never experience. I’m glad you can do it! The steak and mushroom had me drooling.ReplyCancel

  • Carolann - The quotes were great and the pics even better!
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    • Cheryl - And the food was even BETTER than that! HahaaaaReplyCancel

  • Wendy Walker Cushing - haha! I loved the fun commentary and quotes! That restaurant looks incredible! Lucky you!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Yes. I am lucky. I work real hard at being ‘lucky’. HahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Diane - I’m still stuck on the ermine cape. Is it warm? Fuzzy. Do you just want to cuddle it? And the food?! They’d have to call in the litter-bearers to get me out of there! And the fan boy. You do get a fan boy, don’t you?
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    • Cheryl - Oh, I forgot the fan boy. He was busy fanning the flames. The cape is awesome. Every Queen needs one. XXOOOReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - OMG, I love Commander’s.ReplyCancel

There comes a time in every life when cold steely eyes, at the end of a tunnel you never thought you’d have to walk through, are winking at you, and you’re speechless- unless you’re like me, then you write a blog post, because you can, because you need to.


I mentioned, only briefly, and without fanfare, that I would be MIA for awhile.

I am back- at least temporarily.



My mother has experienced a medical emergency, one that was not unexpected, and yet, it always is- unexpected, and as I sat with her and looked deeply into her big brown eyes, I saw what she was seeing- those damn winking Reaper slits, taunting her to come hither, to give-up, to enter the darkness, and I begged her to turn around, to slap that bitch in the face, to muster her natural born stubborn soul and fight back, because we still desire her company, and her wisdom, and there are new babies still to come, and who will I complain to when the world pisses me off and I need her to tell me to ‘take a deep breath’ and ‘it will all work out’.



But, there she lays, frightened and confused, unable to control her environment, her body, unable to string more then a few words together in a whisper, unable to be young again.

Young again.



However, she has strong moments, I’m told.



I’m ‘told’ because I’m not there. I’m the daughter whose life has abandoned her mother to distance and marital obligations, living far far away and only able to participate through technology.



I fear that this will be my legacy to her; the daughter who wasn’t there, and I’ll have live with that because she won’t be there to tell me ‘it will all work out’, but I know in my heart, a heart that she seeded with love and watered with reason and cultivated when I was too stupid to see the weeds for myself, that she loves me still. That she loves me always.



Without the roadmap of her lifetime of challenges, through the thick and thin of disappointing marriages, the loss of her one true love, the true grit of working every damn day of her life- she remained a steady float in a rocky sea.

The term ‘Roll Model’ doesn’t even begin to define her.



And so it is that I find myself considering the journey of Life, the passing of time…

and the solitary ache of inconvenient truths.


You gave me the keys to the Kingdom my Queen.

Thank you- forever. 



My Mother. My Queen.PINIMAGE

My Mother. My Queen.

  • Chris Carter - Oh Cheryl… this is just so powerful, heartbreaking and raw. Bless your precious heart as you navigate your way through this very difficult time. Your words will resonate with many…

    Praying for peace for you, as you grapple with it all.
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    • Cheryl - Grapple is an excellent word Chris. Because it is a grapple, a tussle, a wrestling match between her and her body, me and her body, her and her mind, me and her mind…… see where I’m going with this? Jesus. I’m nearly spent.ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Having had been there with my mother, seeing her near the end, I remember not wanting her to suffer. However much time you have with her, tell her you love her, say the things you need to say.
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    • Cheryl - I will William. I am. But it’s long-distance which SUCKS. Thank you for support my friend. XXOOOReplyCancel

  • Lynda@fitnessmomwinecountry - Cheryl, so beautiful in your words, and yet I feel for you. The photo of your mom …she is just stunning. Sending you hugs
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Lynda. Yes she was- IS. A REAL beauty, and such a class act. I pale by comparison.ReplyCancel

  • Kimba - My heart aches for you. You have a very special soul with you every day.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Kimba. Special souls are welcome any day.ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - My heart is breaking for you because no matter how old we are we never want to let our parents go. It’s never enough, never the right time. I love that photo; it says it all. All I can offer you is a virtual hug and a lot of prayers. So poignant, Cheryl. You did your feelings for your mom justice.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you my dear friend. Aren’t we cute kids with a classy momma? I love that photo.ReplyCancel

  • Jackie - Oh, Carol, it must be so hard for you. I am so sorry.

    Your mother gave you many gifts, though… that is obvious. What a lovely tribute you have given her here.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you Jackie. This is hard. If Iv’e learned anything it’s that I need to better plan for my own end-days- and never leave a word of love unspoken.ReplyCancel

  • Jenny Lynn - I can relate. Things are changing with my mom right now. I can’t be there to give any kind of comfort.
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    • Cheryl - Oh God. -head shaking- what do we do? Tell me.ReplyCancel

  • Cary Vaughn - Oh, hon. My heart breaks for you. You are in my thoughts! I wish there was more I could do or say.
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    • Cheryl - You just did Cary. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - {{{hugs}}} Cheryl.
    This is my dread too…to not be there when they need me. I’m so very optimistic that your mom will turn around and slap the bitch!!
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    • Cheryl - She’s never slapped anyone- that’s a problem. But my sister’s there and she’s a great slapper. hahahaaaaaReplyCancel

  • Alyson Shitastrophy Herzig - Cheryl my heart breaks for you just reading this. I understand being too far from home and the obligations to be there. I’m sure your mother does too. Hugs friend, you will all be in my thoughts.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - My physical distance brings it’s own challenges- to everyone involved. Saying goodbye is just so damn hard.ReplyCancel

  • Laura Lee Carter - WOW! Can I ever relate and I’m crying now…ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - This post was a hard one to write- not because I had nothing to say but because the keyboard was wet- with tears. Dear God. How will I survive?ReplyCancel

  • Sheryl Kraft - Beautiful, sad, poignant…this says it all. So sorry you are dealing with this heartbreak.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I know it’s the Circle of Life, but it’s still a shock. Somehow we always assumed our mother was immortal. Saying goodbye is so hard.ReplyCancel

  • barb barton dlugosz - Dearest Cheryl,

    Please know your mom, you and Melissa are in my thoughts and prayers. I love your mom, as if she were my own. Know that if there is anything I can do, i will do it! You know your mom loves you with all of her heart. She is and always will be much loved.

    i love you

    • Cheryl - I’m so happy to hear from you! This sucks doesn’t it? I heard from BIll. WE LOVE you all. I’ll be in private contact. Peace OutReplyCancel

  • Shannon Bradley-Colleary - Ah Cheryl this was so gorgeous. And I love seeing your mom. Funny how that photo looks like it could have been taken yesterday. That she might still be that young, sloe-eyed, beautiful mother. And the truth is, she still is.
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    • Cheryl - Aaahhh Shannon. So nice to hear from you. Thank you. She was (is) a Vixen. The men STILL love her! What’s up with that? Does she have a scent? Love you girl. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Diane Tolley - Cheryl, everyone needs to read this post. Too many of us appreciate after it’s too late to do anything about it. Long distance or across the street. Bless you, my friend. Thinking of your mother as she was. As, according to my beliefs, she will be again . . .ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - That really means a lot Diane. I believe the same, in fact, I’m taking comfort in the fact that WHEN she passes, she’ll be waiting for me, which will make my transition all the more enjoyable. ANd I’ll need her diplomatic skills when I’m bargaining with God. Hahahaaa (feels so good to laugh). Thanks again. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I can’t even tell you how much of this I relate to. Beautifully written from the heart.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’ve got a bag full of heartfelt posts coming up. Get out the hanky Carol.ReplyCancel

  • Elin Stebbins Waldal - This is so difficult. All the emotions… Your mom sounds like a wonderful woman and how wonderful to have a history rich with love, support and direction because of her.
    As best you can I hope you will be kind with yourself, it’s a lot to absorb. Wishing you love and great strength as you navigate the days, weeks, months and even years ahead.
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    • Cheryl - Thank you so much Elin for your words of support and wisdom. I really can not read much more without tearing-up, so just a [[[hug]]] between us. XXOOReplyCancel

  • Carpool Goddess - Thinking of you Cheryl. Beautiful photo and beautiful thoughts from your heart.
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    • Cheryl - Isn’t it? I have a million of them, and if my broken heart continues to lead me to write and post about this- you may see them all. Thank you Linda. Thank you.ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I’m so sorry, Cheryl, and am sending you lots of love.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - It just sucks and thank you Lois.ReplyCancel

  • Shelley Whaley-Meacham - Writing this to you thru tears of love & understanding … She knows , she knows how much she means to you & how much LOVE is there. I am sending you more love & prayers than you can imagine … I have loved you & your mama nearly my whole life. I am praying daily for her … we had many, many more years with my daddy after he had his stroke & I am praying that you also have that with your mama … Healing (((HUGGS))) for all of you!!!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Shell. I felt the same about your parents. Much love and hugs to both of us. xxxooo foreverReplyCancel

  • Ines Roe - I was so touched by your beautifully written blog about your mother. I have a very close relationship with her mother and I am preparing myself for the day she will not be here – (which may be soon – she is 93). Each Christmas I prepare myself that this might be the last Christmas together. Your blog made me reflect about the mortality of all of us.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Oh Dear. You’ve got me crying again. No worries- it’s tears of joy. THANK YOU Ines. And with Xmas coming up… I don’t know. Must muster my big-girl pants. Keep in touch and thank you for your supportive and lovely comment.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - This took my breath away…. I know it is hard to feel right now but you will remember the twinkle in her eyes and the light they shed on your life. And as that memory solidifies, the helpless unreachable stare will fade…. I promise. Be kind to yourself and know that your mom launched you so fly in her honor…. I hope that makes sense to you someday soon too. It did to me…in time. Until then, draw from the collective strength all around you. Wishing you a peaceful thought for both you and your mom.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - “Fly in her honor’!!!! Jesus, that’s a life saver Ruth.ReplyCancel

  • Rena McDaniel - I can’t imagine the sorrow you must have in your heart. Just remember that’s where she also resides as well as you in hers no matter how many miles are between you. I’m sorry.
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    • Cheryl - I’m sorry too. For all of us. Thank you Rena. You made me smile which is worth a million dollars today.ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - There is absolutely nothing to say, but if I were there I would hug you. She knows you love her and you are still her beautiful daughter. I too lived far from my mother. She, however, always knew things and called me one day in March and said, “If you want to see me alive, come now.” Yes, I did go. I’m so thankful I did. It has been over thirty years, but I would love to hear the phone ring and her saying, “Hallo.” Hugs again.ReplyCancel

  • Estelle Sobel Erasmus - Wishing you peace. I’m so sorry you are going through this. Your mom is beautiful.ReplyCancel

  • Julie - I am a total stranger who stumbled upon this blog a while back, so having never met you +/or knowing much about you, I have this to offer ~ The aging process SUCKS!!!! I have my folks “near” for 6 months and “far” when they winter in Florida. Mom has been diagnosed with dementia and it is the most painful thing I have ever had to experience.
    Mothers have a great gift tho ~ they never lose the ability to love. No stroke, no cancer cells, no memory loss can take that away.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Julie, it’s an honor to have you here. Let’s commiserate… yes it SUCKS! I’ve seen dementia and it ain’t pretty. SO sad-confusion, not recognizing things/people, paranoia. My heart breaks for you and your family. My mom is 70% ‘there’ but trapped inside a body that won’t move. BOY is THAT a mind blow to see. The frustration. The sadness coming from her eyes. Keep in touch. PS: We are now friends.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Oh, Cheryl. My heart goes out to you my blogger friend. I lived this experience almost a year ago to the day. Knowing you will lose your mother is a life defining thing. I was convinced, until my mother took her last breath, that she would never die. But, damned if she did. On her own terms, just like she lived. My relationship with her was complicated. And even though I was there, physically, I don’t know if I was ever really “there” for her. It is something I am still trying to come to terms with. I’m with you, Cheryl, in my thoughts and heart. You’re what your mom would’ve wanted you to be, talented, loving, funny and kind. If anyone knows that, it’s your mom, more than you realize. Hugs to you.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks Kathleen. I’m starting to wrap my head around it but it’s a process.ReplyCancel

  • bodynsoil - I’m so sorry to hear about your mother, such a difficult time. Your words are very expressive, thank you for sharing.
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    • Cheryl - You’re so welcome and thank you. I guess the metal of a person is how they react to adversity. I’m getting there.ReplyCancel

  • Gwendolyn Gilkey - Great picture! She is beautiful!ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Froman - Cheryl, this was so beautifully expressed. I am sorry you are going through this….and while I live near, I am absolutely terrified of the time when I will have to face this situation. It has been on my mind a lot lately.
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    • Cheryl - I now know, with certainty, that you can never be fully prepared. Yes, I have her finances in order, her insurances in play, her cat being babysat, and my sister is there with her as often as her work schedule allows, but it’s the finality of end-days that just rocks you to your core. The thought that her time is coming soon and I’ll never hear her voice again, HOWEVER, I have saved the last voice message she sent me. Is that crazy?ReplyCancel

  • Pia Savage - I’m so sorry.
    it’s so beautifully written
    I think once we reach a certain age or time in life we can all relate to parts of itReplyCancel

  • amina - Cheryl,
    That was a beautiful post. I lost my father a few years back to cancer. At the time, I had 2 small children and was also doing a masters. It was very painful to watch, and more difficult to experience. However, I did my best to make it every time I could and also to be more than just a present participant in his illness. I fed him, I groomed him, I also just sat with him. I feel like I did all that I could given the circumstances. When he eventually passed away, I felt ok with all that I did, given that I was a mother to my own to children and studying. In the end, I say this is THE CIRCLE OF LIFE> stay strong.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you. It IS the Circle Of Life. I accept that. And I am slowly forgiving myself for not being there on a daily basis. I will see her over Thanksgiving though and am trying to arrange visiting very 4-5 weeks. That’s my best. It sucks but there you have it. Thanks again for your words of encouragement. I hope you stop by again.ReplyCancel

  • Connie McLeod - I’m an only child and my mom is in a nursing home a few miles from me. It’s so hard to watch her grow frailer and to dim with age. It does throw our own mortality in our face. But I’ll hug her extra close this holiday season and be grateful that I’ve had another year with her. Hugs to you and your mom too.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thanks you Connie. Yes- it’s a special time of year fro being grateful.ReplyCancel



Yes, it’s THAT time of year again: The Season of the Witch, All Hallow’s Eve, Trick or Treat, the Night of Mischief and, most definitely (my eyes are bleeding), really age-inappropriate costumes.


You know it’s true. You’ve worn them.

Every damn year you consider if you can pull-off that Wonder Woman costume just one more time. Or God forbid, you’re married to someone who insists on exercising his inner cowboy, complete with chew and spurs, except his belly is rolling over the belt buckle and he wants you to dress as Pocahontas but with a push-up bra and fish-net stockings.


So, in the hopes that you will have the foresight and good taste to not embarrass your family any more than you normally do, let me suggest a few guidelines for choosing that one perfect costume that represents your inner ‘freak’.


  1. Wear comfortable shoes. I know this sounds dull, but unless your going to sit in a chair all night and swing your delicate ankles to and fro, or you’re looking to get laid and insist on the ‘fuck-me’ stiletto-on-high, wear something on the dogs that can carry you without real blood seeping from the toes, or the inevitable ‘trip’ as you make your entrance, which just defeats the whole purpose don’t ya think?

  2. Wear undergarments…. under. That’s where they’re meant to be. You are NOT Madonna. SHE isn’t even Madonna anymore.

  3. Practice wearing your costume. Trust me. Reach for something. Bend down. Sit. Walk up stairs. Sip a drink. Eat from a fork. Get it properly fastened for God’s sake. I’ve seen all of these simple tasks in EPIC FAILURE mode. Sorta like; rip, shred, oops, aaaahhhh, gurglegurgle, shit, I’ve broken something…. kind of failures. They are amusing, I’ll give you that, but I doubt you want to be on the receiving end of everyone else’s ‘Night To Remember’… or maybe you do?

  4. Garter Belts. All I can say is that if you are of a ‘certain’ age, and you actually REMEMBER garter belts, and trying to keep your skirt down all day long as you navigated your way to the girls room for a change of you-know-what, they just look trashy. They really do. Would you want a male to wear a jock strap where the sun CAN shine? I thought so.

  5. If your costume is accompanied with accoutrement ( think: whip, parrot, roller skates, a pyramid) make sure you know how to use them, drink with them, fit in a cab, or through the door- which is probably where you’re going to be directed if you take up too much space, or catch on fire. How did Cleopatra do it, I’ve always wondered?

  6. Consider the weather. Hot. Humid. Cool. Windy. Nothing is more uncomfortable than pitting-out your Marie Antoinette gown, feeling your face melt off, not being able to fully share your I Dream Of Jeannie muffin-top under a coat, or having the torch on your Statue Of Liberty get-up bent over in surrender at a $100 per plate Republican fund-raiser fancy Halloween party (just sayin’). It might even get you on the no-fly list.

  7.  False is Fine. Eyelashes, boobs, butterfly wings, wigs, blood, pretending your actually enjoying yourself. It’s one night for God’s sake. You can fake anything, am I right?

  8. I have a sort of litmus test I put some decisions through: What would a 60 year old Sophia Loren do? She was beautiful. She aged well. She had class. She had a long-term successful marriage and two awesome children. I was not, nor have ever been, a Sophia Loren, but would I wear a French Maid’s costume? Sophia says ‘No’. I agree with Sophia.

  9. I’m all about pushing ‘limits’. Yes. Push them. But don’t loose sight of the long-term repercussions. We are all grown woman for the love of God, And you know what a PUSH means.  Be an ADULT. An ADULT.

  10. And unless you look like Heidi Klum (after several children- God how I hate her) then stay away from the pussy.



  • Karen D. Austin - I don’t think I’m dressing up this year. Nothing can top the year I went as Tammy Faye Baker and won scariest costume (a couple of decades ago). The similarity was eerie. But now she’s not relevant, so it would just be sad and pathetic if I dressed up like her again. I peaked very early in my Halloween brilliance.
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    • Cheryl - hahaaaaaa. You peaked early did you? I think we all did. So funny.ReplyCancel

  • Lisha Fink - For the last three or four years I’ve been a ghost. Pull out a white skirt and tank top (New Orleans is hot in October, yo), wrap a $4 packet of cheesecloth around my head and smear the day’s mascara under my eyes. I’m sticking with what works.
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    • Cheryl - Brilliant! Especially the smearing of the mascara. I’m thinking maybe no shower or hair wash or leg shave for the week and then go out as a homeless person, though here, sadly, that would not be unusual. Thanks for stopping by Lisha. Always LOVE your comments.ReplyCancel

  • Carol Cassara - I am so hoping my days of choosing a costume are over!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I thought mine were too until earlier this week when I got an invitation to Anne Rice’s Vampire Ball!!! OMG! This should be good. I’m going as a Victorian lady vampire in drag. Pic’s to follow.ReplyCancel

  • Ruth Curran - Oh my…who would have thought of “practice wearing your costume”… Only you :)! Too, too funny!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m serious!ReplyCancel

      • carollyn - Oh hell yes, dress rehearsals are a MUST. Last year I did my dress rehearsal the day before I left for an out of town halloween event, and well, I’d gained a few pounds in the wrong places and ended up with a recycled costume instead.
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  • Diane - Priceless advice! Priceless! Timely. And definitely needed! :) Sooo . . . no to the garter belt? Whew!
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    • Cheryl - No garter belt. And NO boobs falling all over over the place Diane. I’m warning you- keep the girls under wraps this year okay?ReplyCancel

  • Roshni - I’m just going with a basic mask and calling it good!! My kids are the ones who are going all out…with blood and gore, that is!
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    • Cheryl - Of course they are, as they should. I’m all for the basic mask. In my case I will be a witch- not a stretch.ReplyCancel

  • Lisa Carpenter - Hahaha. I had never ever considered visible jock straps. Yep, you sure put that in perspective. Thanks for the chuckle.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Gros. Just GROS. And I’ve seen them. I. Am. Not. KIDDING.ReplyCancel

  • Kathleen O'Donnell - Maybe we should just hand out candy at our front door!ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Sounds great, however, I’m going to a costume party… as a drag queen.ReplyCancel

  • Vashti Q - Ah, ha,ha,ha! You’re always hilarious! Thanks for the laugh. :DReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Thank you! You’re a doll. Hey! Maybe an outfit?ReplyCancel

  • Rosalind Warren - “Stay away from the pussy” has a couple of possible interpretations. But I’m pretty sure I know which one you mean. :) ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - The last time I was in a costume was for a party as an adult. I was wearing a Civil War Union officer’s uniform.
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    • Cheryl - I can see that. Very appropriate. Which side?ReplyCancel

  • Lois Alter Mark - I think it may be time to give Halloween back to the little kids.ReplyCancel

  • Helene Cohen Bludman - So funny! Yes, I will be sure to use my whip properly when I go out trick or treating!ReplyCancel

  • Cathy Chester - You are so funny. That is the best! Ha! I think I’ll play a Curmudgeon this Halloween. Yup. That’s what I’ll be. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - You play a ‘curmudgeon’???? That WOULD be a costume!ReplyCancel

  • Mari Collier - Funny. The only time I wore Halloween costumes was at Nintendo. I even went as Cruella one time. Appropriate wig, of course. Hey, if Lanny were alive the western wear wouldn’t be a costume. It was what he wore all his life. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Authentic is great! It’s the pretenders that get my head shaking, and I’m SURE Lanny WAS NO pretender- or you.ReplyCancel

  • Tammy - Damn it, woman. You take ALL the fun out of Halloween. Cleavage that is so big it catches fire by the end of a cigarette, dresses that hike up so high you can see Kansas, men wearing speedos feeling all comfy and to the left. What is left for those of us who sit on a bench with an ice-cream cone to critique (criticize) those who clearly have no mirrors in their homes? Bah! Your common sense be damned! Let the weirdness begin! By the way…one year I was a Drag Queen …. and nobody knew. What does that say about me?!
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    • Cheryl - It says you’re versatile! Let your FREAK FLAG FLY!!!ReplyCancel

  • Sharon Greenthal - I am not a fan of Halloween or dressing up in costumes, and you are pretty funny! What the heck is with Heidi Klum, anyway – she’s so incredibly beautiful.
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  • Carollynn Hammersmith - Shall I assume that you saw a whole lot of interesting stuff at the ball Friday night? Saturday night’s event was quite fabulous. ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - I’m so glad! My attendance was waylaid by other circumstances. I’ll PM you.ReplyCancel

  • Linda Roy - Damn! If I had a body like that, I’d be sportin’ the furry body suit too. Heidi’s such a show off. Yeah, last year I went as Tom Petty. The St. Pauli girl costume is not happenin’ for me, much to my hubby’s dismay.ReplyCancel

    • Cheryl - Hahahaaaaaa. The St Pauli girl is a real boob buster. She would be on my no-no list. Enough with women and the boobs!ReplyCancel

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