I Wanna !!!

Rey provided a great idea for a post today when she started hopping up and down, blustering how “I wanna catch the sales at the Center!” (she does so love those shoes and bags).

Instead of always saying what we don’t wanna—uh, want to—do, which is totally negative (never mind a colossal waste of effort and time), how about focusing on what we want to do?

Let’s start off with yours truly . . .

I want to:

♥  blog and write and edit full-time

♥  be mom-care free (after 20+ years, I now readily and openly confess this)

♥  live in Hawaii (at least a few months a year)

♥  spend [a lot of] time at a spa

♥  take daily walks (for miles and miles, with nothing necessitating me to race home and complete another errand or task)

♥  have friends (caregiving can prove quite solitary)

♥  find tranquility and find myself (I’ve lost “me”)

♥  have a life.

Curious about the Triple Threat Investigation private eyes, I asked them to provide three of their “wannas” . . .


♥  travel around the South Pacific for a few months

♥  spend time getting to re-know my mother and nephew

♥  take courses (learn everything and anything).


♥  get a degree in law and/or journalism (just for the fun of it)

♥  become a rad surfer

♥ love life.


♥  expand the agency (I’d like to see us on Maui and Big Island)

♥  get involved more community theater and TV (I love doing commercials)

♥  see our new house and pool are totally renovated—with an agency office.

Fascinating, isn’t it, how we all have such vast desires and fancies?  They may—or may not—change with time.  But the important thing?  To have them.

Keep wanna-ing . . . and believing.

Blogger’s Block

The Boss asked if I’d do the post today because she’s not sure what to blog about.  Sounds like a great concept for a post: what do you do when you’re suffering from blogger’s block? 

You can search the internet for ideas; there are tons out there.  Or, you can think of your own, but if you’re experiencing blogger’s block, that probably ain’t gonna happen. 

I found one that I thought might be fun and totally useless in the grand scheme of things <he-he>: use five words to describe yourself, your blog or your business. 

Awesome.  I’ve asked my colleagues, JJ and Linda—and our boss, of course—to provide theirs . . .


Me:  trustworthy / sensible / frank / maturing / curious … Our business—the Triple Threat Investigation Agency:   settling (not settled) / developing (clients, reputation) / inexperienced / eager / efficient


Me:   multi-tasking / evolving  /  bookish  /  grounded  /  content … Our business—the Triple Threat Investigation Agency:   evolving / anticipative /  irregular / responsible / honest

Myself (Rey)

Me:   entertaining / daring / spirited / committed  /  cheeky … Our business—the Triple Threat Investigation Agency:   successful / confident / responsible / go-getting / keen

The Boss

Me:   weary / persevering / realistic / somber / steadfast … My business—blogging, writing:   committed / dependable / focused / informative / work-in-progress

To shake it up a bit, I got everyone to provide three words as to how we see one another.

JJ re Rey:   flaky / melodramatic / amusing … JJ re Linda:   bright / kooky / reserved … JJ re Boss:   focused / remote / sad

Linda re me (Rey):  flighty / corny / melodramatic … Linda re JJ:   conservative / careful / ever-learning … Linda re Boss:   committed / persistent / growing

Me (Rey) re Linda:   dry / traditional / brainy … Me (Rey) re JJ:   serious (too) / waffly / caring … Me (Rey) re Boss:   weak / over-caring / loyal

That was fun . . . and I’m sure we’ll be talking to one another again real soon.

And you?  How would you describe your amazing self? 


Several posts on this site have been about blogging—starting one, maintaining one, promoting one.  Then the odd one has been about the plans to enhance my own blog and develop services, which hasn’t yet happened due to personal life challenges.  Today, I thought I’d just write about the self-satisfaction of being a blogger.

Your website is where you submit and disclose things/information that are important to you.  You express—share—ideas, thoughts, emotions, worries, beliefs.  Your blog makes a statement . . . it conveys your identity.  Content aside, informational or entertaining, there’s a certain sharing of self; your material and voice are reflections of you. In essence, you’re putting a wee bit of yourself into every post. 

But there’s nothing better than the sheer pleasure—pride—that comes with a completed [scheduled] post.  And whether you’re edifying or inspiring/motivating readers and followers, or attracting individuals who share your interests, you’re drawing similar-minded people together.

The other great thing about blogging is development, professional and personal.  The more you write, the more skilled you become.  (I’m constantly reviewing my writing and, sometimes, I’ll even re-check definitions, spelling, grammar and punctuation rules—and lo and behold, I’ve found that I’ve flubbed up.)  And whether you’re providing professional or business information, or providing guidance, chances are you’re researching; as such, more development, more growth.  A very good thing indeed.

As you progress and post, you learn who you are, what your true voice is.  I tend to have a fairly flat voice, I believe, but when I write as Rey (one of the three private eyes from the Triple Threat Investigation Agency), I have an opportunity to be more “free”, because that’s who she is—a gal who doesn’t necessarily follow the rules and norms.  It’s fun taking on a role/persona and saying to <bleep> with the rules.

What’s also fun?  When you can look back three, five, ten years and re-read your posts.  Maybe you’ll cringe.  Maybe you’ll laugh.  Maybe you’ll pat yourself on the back and smile.  I, myself, wish I’d never deleted my Typepad blog.  Even if I only had one follower, I had some great posts (this I proudly state).  Alas, I’ll never be able to access them.  But such is life.

Lastly, you learn a few things about the technical and social sides.  If I’d never become a blogger, I’d have remained uninformed of so many things; I believe I’d rather have stagnated.  Fortunately, that didn’t happen.  Some things I’d taught myself, some I’d learned from others.  And while I will readily admit I could certainly acquire more knowledge, this is not the time [for me] to do so.

All this to say that I love being a blogger.  If you haven’t yet given blogging a try, do.  It’s an enriching experience.  And while it’s nice to make sales and have 10K followers—in my dreams, LOL—it’s great to commit to personal and professional growth.

Blog, if only for yourself. 

The Repentant Juggler

Normally, I stick to the “theme” of this blog—providing tips related to writing/blogging and editing, and what the P.I.s are up to at the Triple Threat Investigation Agency.  Today’s post is a tale . . .

. . . the tale of a repentant juggler.

Repentant because, of late, Faith has stepped back from her periodically neurotic self and viewed life, and herself, with new/different eyes.  The result: she feels quite remorseful, if not ashamed.

Juggling a demanding full-time job and caring for an elderly parent (a full-time job in itself) is very difficult for a sole caregiver.  Faith hasn’t slept more than three-four hours a night in many years; as such, she tends to be perpetually exhausted.  So, when She isn’t leaning toward sad or resentful, Faith may feel sorry for herself.  Silly, but true, she thinks with a wry smile and troubled heart.

Faith loves that parent but may not always like her . . . and only because she hasn’t learned to completely forgive and forget.  In her heart, Faith believes she is a good person and attentive caregiver, a decent daughter, but then decides she’s not.  Good people simply do not whine, cry, despair, or question life or the Big Guy.

Perhaps it’s also that her parent is old and fragile, and that may also frighten and fret her.  Faith remembers the strength that once was . . . and remembers who and what they both once were: youthful and robust.  Aging has its merits, becoming “old” does not.

There have been bouts of depression and they have proven debilitating . . . and downright annoying.  Faith has had it with that, though.  Depression has drained her once too often; it’s time to go!

Faith wants to return to the person she once was: a good-humored, easy-going, caring person with dreams, hopes, and faith.  Fortunately, Faith’s moving in the right direction. With the help of a kindly naturopath, healthy diet, and her own [very firm] desire to turn her life around, she’s taking purposeful baby steps forward.

She recalls a once popular expression: when life hands you lemons, make lemonade.  She likes that and says, “Look for a huge pitcher!”  And while she’s at it, Faith is going to juggle those tart little citrus fruits, too!  She’s going to flip vexing anxiety into sweet calmness.

The juggler is truly repentant . . . and prays that the Big Guy forgives her . . . and that, going forward, she will embrace, even welcome, the challenges that come her way.  All acts and actions truly lend themselves to learning and growing.

Faith recalls yet another once popular expression: don’t give up, give over.  (Sometimes those trite expressions are just so spot on.)

Life’s too short to be apprehensive or angst-ridden.  She’s looking forward to a wholesome new life and outlook.  It’s all about love—for others and self.

Faith laughs softly and a couple of expressions juggle within her mind [maybe they’ll become personal mottoes] . . .

Be strong, not wrongStay true, not blue.


But I Don’t Wanna!!

Familiar words?  Possibly you’ve heard them from your child, spouse, partner, parent, relative, coworker, buddy-bud?  Or perhaps you’ve uttered them?  He-he.  Been there, many times.

Take today’s post.  It’s been a but-I don’t-wanna post week . . . because, honestly, I couldn’t think of anything [bleeping interesting] to post about.  T’is true.  Oh, I could rack my brains and come up with something—I usually do—but I don’t wanna!!

There’s just too much on my daily plate with the demanding 9-to-5 (which is more like 5-to-5) and mom-care.  That’s a me dilemma, but you have your own, so we’re not alone.

So how does one quell the I-don’t-wanna issue that flits in and around your head like a pesky mosquito?

The first thing would be to decrease a sense of being overwhelmed, which seems to be part of the I-don’t-wanna equation.  Yes, you’re working.  Yes, you have family obligations.  Yes, yes, yes.  Still, you want to post/write, or engage in a hobby, pastime, and/or project.  Whittle the list; make it manageable.  Determine where you can schedule some time to fulfill that “me need”.  Even if only 10 minutes, assign them to yourself and take them.  Focus and do what you can do.  Always remember, regardless of what outside factors are dictating, you count, too.  So honor that!

If you’re experiencing blank moments, search for inspiration and ideas.  The internet is chockablock full of information—concepts, views, notions, opinions.  Find something that interests/stimulates you.

Sometimes, posting or sharing your intended goal helps; then you have no option but to commit to it and follow through.  I know I wouldn’t want to state I’m doing something and then not do it.  I’m a gal of my word … unless something truly unforeseen and unavoidable transpires, but then I’ll get to it as soon as possible/doable.

If you’re like me these days, kind of “slumpy” <sigh, sigh, sigh>, look for someone or something to move or motivate you.  Contact your know-it-all sis.  Email your no-worries-hiking-in-the-mountains cousin.  Text your man-I’ve-got-an-awesome-life aunt.  Ask for input/guidance.

Social media is a wonderful tool for reaching out to others for encouragement and support.  Join a forum or community or three—maybe one that revolves around something you’ve never even vaguely been interested in.  Learn something new.  It may take you down a new—and exciting—path.

Try not to let the but-I-don’t-wanna-do-it blues get you down.  Flip them around.  It’s not easy getting rid of negative thoughts or feelings, this I know, but it can be done.  Consider your “slumpy”—recognize it and address it.  Yes, maybe it’s not changeable right this moment.  But it will be.

We all struggle with the slumpies, those blank moments, the I-really-don’t-wanna-do-it trials at some point.  Keep the faith, my friends, keep the faith—grab it, embrace it, wrap it all around.  You’re truly not alone.

When You’re Lanai Lounging . . . Auld Lang Syne (Old Long Since)

Rey, Linda and I have more time on our hands these days, as many do.  We’ve gotten quite used to lanai lounging; I wonder if we’ll find the energy/motivation when the time arrives to return to “normal” . . . whatever that may entail.

We were chatting the other day about the weeds that need pulling, shrubs that require trimming, and the pool that hasn’t yet been fixed (poor thing is missing tiles like a youngster missing milk teeth).  After stifling a few yawns, we drifted to discussions revolving around childhood days—those funny/silly moments that we’d carry to our golden years and beyond.  Rey thought it a great idea to share, so that’s what we’re doing on this fine June day.

Linda will start us off.

I don’t recall many good times, I must confess.  My mother died young, during squally weather, when she was rundown by a vegetable truck (cabbages and beets, to be precise).  My brother Lido and my sister Loretta and I didn’t really much like each other and have only recently made efforts to be “family”.  But that said, I do recall an occasion when I must have been seven or eight and my siblings and I were seated at the Thanksgiving dinner table.  I don’t know what started it—most likely Cousin Ivers sucking back too much bourbon (again)—but one of those asinine TV food fights began.  Every last person seated at that immense table ended up covered in some sort of foodstuff, myself included (I sported gravy and green beans).  It became even more comical when inebriated Cousin Ivers dragged drunk Uncle Max (not a true uncle) onto the lumpy, bedraggled lawn.  A colossal brawl erupted, resulting in a free-for-all, the likes of which the neighbors—and police—had never seen.  You know, I’ve never looked at a turkey dinner quite the same since.

And Rey?

I have to go with the time Margaret-Ann, this pig-tailed cutie in fourth grade, set her baby blues on Merck, this guy I really liked.  She’d smile and flip her thick, satin bow-tied tails, and tee-hee-hee at all the right times.  Small wonder he started liking her too—and turned away from me.  Gag.  I felt a need to let him see what a fake she was.  So-o, I made sure something “accidentally” fell off her desk.  When she leaned over to pick it up, I stuck a huge multi-dollar wad of gum on her seat.  Oddly, she didn’t notice right away.  When she did, which was outside the classroom, she cursed a mean streak right in front of Merck.  Who’d have thought a fourth grader could utter words like that (never mind that she looked like she could smack the guilty party straight across the schoolyard)?  Given he came from a rather religious family, he was surprised, and not in a good way.  That crushed that mushrooming relationship.  He-he.  Yeah . . . that was a very fun day.

Lastly, me.

I’d have to say a fun/funny childhood memory involved Rey and me at Uncle Flex’s Ogunquit cottage.  I may have mentioned him re another incident—the one where he lost one eyebrow (a fox-moth caterpillar-furry one).  This transpired after that.  (I’m surprised he’d not become more wary of the two of us.)  We were in our early teens and not getting along, as was the norm.  This time we’d decided to be constructive and grill dinner on the handsome Weber grills that Uncle Flex and Cousin Balo used so well.  The hot dogs and hamburgers were scorched beyond recognition, one of the grills was knocked over when Rey and I got into “fisticuffs” about who burned what.  Anything within reach burst into flames almost immediately (the patio and railings were old and dry).  Henri, a husky Havanese, never barked, but hearing the commotion, yapped up a storm and raced from the cottage, followed by frantic Uncle Flex, into the nearby woods.  Long crazy story short, the cottage did survive—for the most part.  Henri was never heard from again, though, and Uncle Flex moved across the Big Pond not long after that.  And Rey and I were forbidden for the next three decades to be together in the same room, cottage, state.

WPA1COVER FPoiHere’s to old/long/since memories.  Funny how they can prompt grins and rolling-on-the-floor laughter . . . [much] later.

Take care everyone—continue to stay safe and be well.

Unabashed Shameless Promotion . . . for Me and My Pal

Yes, another post related to shameless promotion—but it’s not all about me today.  While an interview re yours truly appeared on Julia Sutton’s blog recently (see link below), I’m actually posting about Julia, a lovely woman who has graciously interviewed a number of authors.

WPjulias2AJulia, for those not familiar with her, hails from Wolverhampton in central England, and is an author of contemporary romance and picture books for kids.  She’s penned The School of Dreams series: Book 1 – The School of Dreams, Book 2 – Visions of the Heart, Book 3 – Student Affairs.  Book 4 is in progress.

On a personal note, Julia is happily married with two children and is the proud owner of a Border Collie and two chinchillas.  An avid reader, she also enjoys drawing, cooking, walking, watching films, and drinking lots of tea.  Interests also include animal welfare, looking after the environment, and being kind to people.  How awesome is that?

I’m sure she’d love you to visit.  Please connect with her at:

Facebook Author Page:  www.facebook.com/booksbyjulia1972

Twitter:  Julia Sutton Books @booksbyjulia72

Instagram:  Julia Sutton Books

WordPress:  juliasuttonauthorblog.wordpress.com

. . . And, if you’re interested in seeing my interview, please go to:



Bliss as a Blogger

So yesterday was my b-day.  And, as many of us do when another year comes and goes, I felt compelled to reflect on all that I’ve achieved over the years . . . since I started blogging (let’s leave writing/authoring, and personal growth, for other posts).

There’d been another blog site prior to this one—can’t even recall the name of it (I’d deleted it, silly me).  Had one follower.  The posts were a “potpourri” of thoughts and musings about everything and anything.  I thought some were very good.  Yes, most silly me for deleting it.  Live and learn.  Always.

When I first learned about blogging—posting one’s work for the world to read—I was intimidated.  Really?  You mean someone might actually want to read my stuff?  Somebody, a total stranger, may be tempted to react/comment?  (A bit naïve, but hey, we develop at different junctures).

Even if I only had one follower, the first blog wasn’t a failure.  I acquired a working knowledge of links and imbedding, GIFs and other media tools.  Trial and error helped immensely; nothing like screwing up big time to learn what not to do in future.

I’m happy with this current blog, although I recognize it needs a major face-lift, a goal I’d set two-some years ago.  So I state the same today as I’ve stated in past . . . that I [still] want to add editing and proofing services.  And yes, definitely (!), I must be more pro-active re networking.  Time, however, is not something I have much of—those of you who know and/or follow me, understand why.  So, patience is a virtue and, as such, I must be a paragon.  All will transpire when the cosmos decrees (or I win the big lotto pot).

Yup, another year has come and gone, and I’m still rather where I was when I first started.  Regardless, I pat myself on the back for the editing and writing advice and tidbits I’ve been able to provide; hopefully, some of you have found them of value.  And I pat my Triple Threat Investigation Agency private eyes—JJ, Rey, and Linda—on the backs, too.  They’ve posted numerous times on my behalf, and awesomely I might add.

For those of you toying with the idea of a blog, but haven’t yet taken that first step, I highly recommend you do.  It’s fun and therapeutic.  It can prove a sanctuary (it certainly has for me).  It gets the ol’ gray matter (and in my case, it truly is “ol’”) whirling and twirling.  You’ll meet some fantastic fellow bloggers along the way and discover like-minded communities.

I’ve found definite bliss as a blogger.  As they once said, it’s boss!  ♥

Gratefulness for Friends

Today’s post is a simple one – of gratitude, hope and faith, and evolution.

Friends, be they few or countless, are to cherish and respect.  Be it one or many, be grateful for their support, strength, camaraderie  . . . their tears, frustration, anger.  You know those that are true: they stand beside you through thick and thin.  They offer advice [and reprimands] when you’re uncertain, down, or waffling.  They cheer you on when you’re not certain you can make the last mile—and they wait at that finish line with a smile and a hug.

Friend: a person we know, like and trust. 

Friend: an individual we’re united with in a contest or combat or cause. 

Friend: someone who encourages and commiserates. 

Friend: somebody who puts up with your tear-crammed calls at any time of the day or night

Friend: a selfless soul who stands by your side (props you up) no matter what

Friend: J-o-a-n-i-e.  

Gratitude is something I don’t give enough of, maybe because I’m so absorbed in the 9-to-5 and mom-care—when not writing or editing—that I have no time to think about anything outside the box I’ve become welded in.

We may, time to time, feel lonely, but let’s not forget that we’re not alone. 

Today, I say thank you to all my friends and followers—for being there, for being you. 

Stay strong!

Staying Scissorsously Sane

Hey, it’s Rey, ever happy to post on behalf of our boss.  Linda’s too busy trying new iced-tea concoctions and baking cupcakes (her new thing) while JJ’s decided to try her hand at painting, watercolors primarily.  She’s not a bad sketcher, so let’s see how she does with brushes and colors.  The kitchen and lanai are off limits for me today.  So, here I am, tap-tap-tapping the laptop . . . and the table top . . . as I think of ideas.

To be honest, I’ve been blanking out re what I’d post about.  The Boss is the writer and editor, so she can focus on the dos and don’ts of authoring when she returns from another meltdown (just a minor one this time).  Linda’s all about wine and food, but she’s too busy deciding if thyme and cilantro work with white chocolate.  JJ’s not up for sharing P.I. stories or painting tips today.  So-o what’s a gal to do . . . but tap-tap-tap?

I could share the hair-dye episode.  You know how during lockdown they’ve been saying don’t buy box-color to touch up your roots if you’ve been having your hair done at a salon?  Well, the three of us were getting antsy about our expanding roots and decided we would prove the “advisers” wrong.  Linda volunteered to be the first, so JJ and I found color that looked like her raspberry-red shade.  Uh, it turned out a more a damson-plum purple—at least on the roots.  The formerly raspberry-red locks ended up a unique blend of grape and barberry.

It’s okay, though.  Linda’s no longer sobbing or ranting, and my cousin and I managed to seize the scissors before she cut too much hair off . . . or came after us.

So, back to the post.  How about keeping it simple?  I’ll share what songs are inspiring the three of us right now—as we lounge on the lanai and organize the ohana, or chat online with colleagues and chums


She still loves (never tires of) Israel Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole’s “Somewhere over the Rainbow / What a Wonderful World”.  Hawaiian-born IZ, as he’s better known, left us much too young, but his fantastic music lives on forever.  His songs, and amazing ukulele playing, made—still make—this a wonderful world!


“Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves, a former British-American rock band, makes her smile and dance, like everywhere, including on the lawn!  It’s a feel-good song that makes you know that all will [eventually] be okay.  Yeah, it does date back to ’85, but it still sounds fresh and fun.

Me (Rey):

“Ave Maria” by Il Volo.  You laugh?  (Yeah, so did JJ and Linda.)  I know, I know, it’s not my type of song of music—not even my century!—but when I first heard it a month ago, it really touched me.  I listen to it every morning now when I get up.  It’s so beautiful.  And I won’t share this with everyone, but it makes me feel, well, real humble.  (And, you know, those Il Volo guys are not bad on the eyes, either.  Be still, my beating heart.)

Take care, friends and followers.  Listen to [sensible/rational] advice out there, and follow it as you will.  Most importantly, be safe and well!