Month: April 2019

It’s JJ on story post patrol today, with my cousin Rey taking up the rear.  As she’s been [not too humbly] saying: the best is yet to come.  Uh, yea-ah.  Oops, that just netted me “the look”.  <ROTFL>

In keeping with the personal, professional, and <insert adjective of choice> story model, allow me to share mine.

♠ Personal ♠

Which one re personal, though?  The one about the father I never knew?  That the family is exceptionally eccentric . . . to a fault?  How Rey and I rarely got along when we were young?  That in my early teens I fantasized about marrying royalty?

Mom would never talk about “Dad”.  I don’t even know his name.  Some detective, huh?  <LOL>  I should put the ol’ P.I. skills to the test and find out who he is/was.  But then . . . do I really want to know?

Just looking at the Fonne family names tells you how unconventional we are.  Blame that on the grandfolks, Elmer Finkston and Jocasta Genvieve Fonne.  Grandfather was VP of a company specializing in joke novelties and fun gizmos, and Grandmother possessed a hysterically funny streak that could humble (and crumble) any stand-up comic.

That Rey and I get along so well now is amazing.  When we’d not attempted to shove each other into a bog or pond during summer holidays, we’d endeavored to bury each other’s faces in the dirt—for no other reason than we couldn’t stand each other.  She thought me pitiful Pollyanna; I thought her woeful wannabe.  One time, we were so engrossed in smacking each other silly, we nearly trashed the summer cabin we’d been banned to for the day (courtesy of a rambunctious food fight we’d initiated at a family picnic).  Uncle Charly lost a toupee (an ugly thing that looked like uncooked ramen noodles) and Uncle Flex no longer possessed that furry eyebrow (the two had melded into one long fox-moth caterpillar).  They were so not happy.

I will [hesitantly] confess that I’d had my heart set on wedding into a certain royal family.  Unfortunately, they weren’t of the same mind, not having had the pleasure of meeting yours truly and determining that I’d be the “perfect girl” for their prince.  (I must also confess that I am somewhat envious of Meghan, lucky <bleep>.)

The final chapter is undecided.  In truth, there are several to be written . . . every one in its own sweet time.

♠ Professional ♠

My foray into weather reporting had never been intentional.  I’d studied film for two years, then decided I didn’t care dealing with mega egos.  Environmental studies seemed a better option—and more respectful.  I could and would save the world, protect endangered species, and contribute to the termination of global warming.  When I got goosed by a crazed Canadian goose and gnawed by a disgruntled goat, I realized wildlife was better left to those with the calling.  A local cable station admin job rescued me from additional wildlife mis-adventures and, eventually, I became a meteorologist.

While I love being a private eye, I do miss weather reporting.  I suppose I had/had Rey’s acting ambition, because I thoroughly enjoyed being on camera.  I also, however, liked researching community events and local news, and putting together informative specials.  It wasn’t unlike being a P.I. now that I consider it—i.e. researching and assembling facts, and providing findings.

The professional story also has a few chapters still to be developed.  Although Rey, Linda and I often discuss our future as private investigators—expanding the Triple Threat Investigation Agency and all that—who knows how I’ll feel a decade from now?  Presently, though, I’m happy to go with the flow; the stream is winding yet smooth.

♠ Satisfying ♠

My adjective/word of choice.  Satisfying because everything is proving gratifying and fulfilling.  Agency work is fairly regular.  The new house is filled upcoming projects, which will require new skills, so learning adventures are on the horizon.  Satisfying because all seems fairly untroubled.  Maybe my love life isn’t happening but, as a result, there are no squabbles or tension to contend with.  There have been no life-changing disagreements with my coworkers, simply the silly little ones everyone experiences off and on.  Life on this lovely Hawaiian island is truly very satisfying.

Who could ask or wish for more?

The three of us pulled straws and I’m the first to post.  It’s Linda, the smart athletic one from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.   Oh-oh, got “the look” from Rey.  <LMAO>

The plan for this post: follow The Boss’ template and run with it.

♥ Personal ♥

My life didn’t much begin until I was married—too young—to Chiffre Royale, a sax player who doubled as a heroin addict.  Bad times.  Good times.  He was a sweet guy when he wasn’t hurting.  And a damn talented musician.  Chiffre died way too soon.  It wasn’t long after his passing that I became a screenwriting assistant and, subsequently, met Rey.  That’s when life—my story—truly began.

Recently, I started communicating with my sister and brother.  We’d never been close and never much cared, but we’re endeavoring to stay in touch and get-together regularly.  I’ve acquired “family”.  It feels . . . nice.  Like I have roots.  Who knows how things will ultimately transpire but, for now, we’ll simply go with the flow (an overused but legitimate expression).

The final chapter of my personal story is still unfolding.  There’s so much to do and learn on an individual, private level.  How exciting!

♥ Professional ♥

I’ve always enjoyed writing and learning.  That’s why I became a scriptwriting assistant—to develop a skill and acquire knowledge through research and experience.

I take courses whenever possible.  Besides being fun, blogging is a great teaching tool—for me and through me.  It’s an awesome feeling to pass along helpful information or prompt a smile.

I’m definitely growing as a person and evolving as a private eye.  The professional path is a lengthy, winding one and I’m looking forward to every step.  This, too, is exciting!

♥ Excited ♥

Definitely—and obviously—the word of choice.  I’m thrilled about what’s happening in my life and what’s to come.

How can I not be?  I live in Hawaii, thoroughly enjoy being a Triple Threat Investigation Agency P.I., have learned to surf, and am constantly acquiring knowledge (Rey claims my head’s filled with a <bleep> load of trivia).  But first and foremost maybe, I’ve started taking so much better care of myself.

My trilogy of stories are simple and plain.  I suspect Rey’s are going to prove outstanding (she can be quite melodramatic, as we all know) and JJ’s will certainly prove interesting.  And that’s the exciting <giggle> thing about stories: there’s always a beginning, a middle, and an end . . . and they can constantly  be rewritten.

On that note, my humble self will mosey along and contemplate all the positive—exciting—things in the making.