Is it tomorrow yet?

We’re just going to forget (or just move past) the miserable work day that was this day.  This evening, on the other hand, was perfect.  An evening with my girlfriends at the Working Women of Tampa Bay Think Pink shopping event and now, I’m baking.  First things first, I was dreading going to an event tonight – especially after the day I had but as usual, my friends bring out the best in me.  Diane gets a special shout-out for always being such a great cheerleader for me.  So, tonight’s blog is dedicated to her.  She cheers me up, talks me up and kicks me in the ass just when I need it.  Thank you, Dinie.  A sip of wine.  “Window” shopping.  A mini-chair massage…aaahhh.  And a new Costco membership.

Next, baking.  I found the most delightful website that has the most delicious peanut-butter oatmeal chocolate chip cookies.  Oh yes.  They are the perfect mouthful.  The Brown-Eyed Baker.  A shout out to her, too.  Thank you for this recipe – it has become my “go-to” for sweet gifts to sweet people.  A pot-luck at my husband’s work.  A dessert for the Guardian ad Litem Volunteer Holiday party.  And a few for the Friday night “Board Meeting.”

Thank you to all my friends who reached out to me after reading today’s earlier blog.  You all are so much of what I am grateful for in my life.  Moving forward, moving on and focusing on positive things……”it will attract positive things.”  Thanks again, Diane.

Is it tomorrow yet?  I’m ready for a brand new day.



I wish I was better at moving past things.  I try to stay positive and look forward but lately, it seems like I have become a bit of a virtual pin cushion….or maybe a punching bag?  I’m tired.  I am so grateful for so much in my life but I hate when the struggles and disappointments feel so overwhelming.  I need to find a good way to just unplug and let go…..

Blind rage.

I will ask your forgiveness in advance for what could be profanity-laced rant about the sexual abuse of young boys scandal at Penn State.  I just don’t know where to start.  My head aches.  My heart aches.  When I read the accounts of what Jerry Sandusky did to those little boys I just can’t wrap my head around how NO ONE made sure that something was done to stop this!!  When I read the Grand Jury report of the eye witness accounts of him sodomizing a little boy, I can’t understand how they didn’t run over and beat the shit out of this man with their bare hands?  That is what I would have done – I think I would have lost my mind if I had walked in on that.  I would be in jail because the blind rage that would have come over me would have wanted to kill the man.

What was missing in these 12+ people who KNEW that these young boys were being abused and stood by and let it happen?  How could they have buried those images so deep that years could pass and they could stay silent?  What kind of a society have we become that can value the “reputation” of a school or football program over the lifelong emotional and physical damage that was done to these boys?

Sexual abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse on children cannot be a dark, dirty little secret.  My resolve to start 2012 with the Uniform Project for Voices for Children of Tampa Bay couldn’t be stronger.  I woke up in the middle of the night right after I had posted my commitment to do this project wondering how I could commit myself to being photographed every day when a) I was disgusted with how much weight I have gained and b) I HATE having my picture taken?  I no longer care about either of those issues.  It’s not about me.  It’s about these boys and the countless other children who suffer from all forms of abuse.

The gauntlet.

I have taken on a challenge.  Maybe you heard about the Uniform Project (  Well, to put it succinctly…it’s one dress, one cause.  Starting January 1, 2012, I will wear my “uniform”, a little black dress every day for 1 year.  Why?  This will be a great way to grow awareness and hopefully, raise A LOT of money for Voices for Children of Tampa Bay.  If you know me, you know that VFC is not just my charity of choice.  It is my passion.  We have to draw the dirty, little secret of child abuse, abandonment and neglect out of the dark and into the light.  No longer can we stand by and turn a blind eye to these children – children in our community who have no one to look out for them or speak for them.  Well, that’s what Voices for Children does – our sole existence is to help these children.  And I will spend each and every day of 2012 hopefully, bringing awareness and creating some buzz to help these kids.

The gauntlet has been thrown down.  Who wants to help me makes this little black dress – my uniform – unique each and every day?  Are you willing to donate accessories?  Scarves, pins, hats, costume jewelry?  Every day, my husband will take my picture and I’ll post it on a special website and Facebook ( ….like it!).  People will get to rate my outfit, comment and make suggestions….all for a price….hey, this is about raising money, too.

The flood gates.

Lately, I have felt like I have developed A.D.D. – if it’s not getting organized with the new responsibilities at work, it’s trying to move forward with my new personal business, or it’s trying to figure out what the freaking Zumba schedule is in Tampa, or it’s trying to stay on top of the various projects at Voices for Children…..there just do not seem to be enough hours in the day, or enough energy in my body to keep up!  But I am not going to complain.  I am grateful that the universe received my catalog order and God heard my prayers.   It’s a bit chaotic right now but it’s nothing that a few hours of organizing and checklists can’t fix!  Even as I write this blog, my mind is in 50 different directions…, a word to the wise: if you’re clear about what you want, it’s your responsibility to act on opportunities as they present themselves to you – just be prepared for the flood gates to open!  Over and out.

Just ask.

I spent the weekend up until last night with my sister in Phoenix.  It was spur of the moment and made possible by her generosity.  I had a blast!  My sister pampered me and kick my ass in ways that I needed oh so desperately….  It was relaxing and motivating.  Haaaayyy!

Anyway, last night on the flight back to Tampa – I listened to The Secret on my iPod.  A part that stood out to me was – and I paraphrase – be clear about what you want and ask for it.  Don’t worry about how or when it’s going to happen, just know that the universe will bring it to you.  I spent time (4 hour flight) writing down ideas and organizing my thoughts and I felt relaxed and positive, certain that my wish and desire would be fulfilled.  You see, I had been conflicted and concerned about starting my own business similar to what I was doing now (working for another company).  This morning I came in to the office only to find out that a meeting had been scheduled right before I got there.  What was the meeting about?  Changing the focus of my efforts in the business – completely opening up my ability to start my business on the side WITHOUT any conflict of interest.  I almost had goosebumps!

See?  All you have to do is just ask.

A spark turns into a flame.

It’s truly an amazing thing to behold when you see an idea start to catch “fire.”  I’m experiencing that right now in two very different ways.  First, a dear sweet life-long friend had a dream that turned into an idea that turned into a party (with cocktails and food) that turned into a philosophy that is turning into a way of life and a movement.  Who said that zen, peace and happiness had to be so serious?  Not Tricia.  And I love her for that.

My own personal journey I can attribute to her energy and “zirit” – and that is to take my work and creativity and make it my own, instead of someone else’s.  It’s terrifying and exciting all at the same time.  As I have said before, I am so grateful for the intelligent, creative women around me who are “doing for themselves” and are guiding and supporting me.  The creative juices are flowing.  The ideas are igniting.  And now, the spark turns into a flame…..I’m going to make it a roaring, everlasting fire.

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