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I wanted a different life: #NaBloPoMo

Have you ever knowingly (beforehand) hurt someone? Why did you make the decision you made?


Once upon a time, I was married. It sucked. After six months, I knew that it probably wouldn’t last without extensive counseling and rehab.

How do I always end up being the only one sent to counseling? I went by myself to counseling. Typical. That’s how that marriage worked. I worked on therapy stuff by myself and he did whatever he wanted.

Typical narcissist alcoholic behavior.

He also had a “I paid the cost to be the boss” mentality. I didn’t agree with that for many reasons. For one, he made terrible decisions on a regular basis. I always had to pay the bills before he had a chance to go to the bar. Otherwise, there would be no money for food, rent, etc.

He took my car without asking once. It may have been the last straw.

“I Paid the Cost to be the Boss” is a great song but it doesn’t work in real life. Relationships are supposed to be a partnership.

No one went to rehab either. While I was in the house, no one went to AA meetings or the meeting for family members of alcoholics.

So four years later, I left and didn’t look back. I don’t regret leaving. I may regret other things in my life but getting divorced was the best thing I could have done at that point.

He cried once but I was way past the point of caring if his feelings were hurt. Do you think he cared if my feelings were ever hurt? Nope. Not one bit.


He’s still over there drinking and but now he has a partner in crime.

I found this article on Huffington Post about dealing with narcissist behavior. It might help someone out. It’s so simple. I wish I had read this a million years ago.


Old Friend, New Friend: #NaBloPoMo

Would you rather reconnect with an old friend via Facebook or build a new relationship with a new friend?


I am not so choosy about where I find friends. Well, that’s not exactly true, which is why I don’t have as many friends. You know, I don’t find friends on chat rooms anymore. I’m trying to make better life choices.

If I met someone at Wal-Mart tomorrow . . . I already know that I will be there tomorrow . . . then I would be okay with meeting friends there.

I still don’t make good life choices, do I?

Beggars can’t be choosers either. We moved to a small town so my options for finding people that like me and that I also like are a bit limited.

I’m also going to be at the library on the fourth Monday of every month. There will be people there. People who write.

Library cards don’t expire. True blue friendships don’t expire either.

So I’m going to reconnect with old friends and make a few new ones hopefully.

Artists and Fans: #NaBloPoMo

Do you think artists should connect with their fans via social media or leave up the wall between performer and audience?

Personally, I think that it is the artist’s choice. If they are not comfortable with interacting with fans then they should keep it to a minimum.

I love it when I hear from people that I admire on Twitter or Facebook; however, the interactions are genuine. Who wants their favorite celebrity to act fake when they are talking you one on one? No one does. Fake is just icky.

Levi Benton of Miss May I and I.
Levi Benton of Miss May I and I.

This guy from Miss May I keeps it pretty real. He was so nice about signing my pink autograph book. He even commented on how many signatures are in it. At last count, I think there are at least 25 but I’ve had it since 1983.

Party : #NaBloPoMo

Tell us what makes a party or event successful in your opinion.

This is a list of four things that will make a party successful.

1. People. You have to have people attend the party to make it a real party. If no one shows up, it is no fun. Trust me.

2. Drinks. Non-alcholic or otherwise. People get thirsty so provide some punch or something. Lucas’ mom makes the best punch. It has strawberries, blueberries.Maybe gingerale. Anyway, it’s the best and easy to make.

It’s sort of like this recipe.


3. Food. People need snacks. It doesn’t have to be fancy. A veggie tray, a fruit tray, pretzels. My personal favorite is a tomato and cheese. It’s simple and fancy.



Here’s a recipe for tomato tartlets. They sound like fun. Tartlets is a funny word. . . 🙂 It should be a band name.


4. Music. There should be music. The playlist will depend on the event and the crowd.

Most people like Frank Sinatra. Unfortunately, not everyone likes heavy metal. Play whatever is appropriate for the occasion.

Nervous as Sh#@ : #NaBloPoMo

Are you nervous in social situations or do you look forward to them, finding it easy to connect with new people?



I tend to get little wound up when there’s an event, whether it’s big or small. Maybe I get too excited. By the time it’s the day of the event, I am a basket case. ( I don’t get that term. Baskets don’t seem crazy nervous or full of energy. . .  I just looked up the origin of basket case. Interesting. It originally referred to people with disabilities that had to be carried in baskets. The government denied their existence. What’s new?!)

When we went to the movie premiere, I walked up to Jackie Mayer and introduced myself and Lucas. On the outside, nothing looked weird. On the inside, my nerves were so tight in my stomach. Let’s just say, I am so glad that I didn’t throw up on Miss America 1963. After meeting her, I felt fine. The nerves subsided.

This is what happens to be right before a party or meeting famous people:

  1. I’m nervous and talk a lot. All day long.
  2. I always think about Vince Vaughn saying, “He said not to panic! He said not to panic!” as the sharks are circling. I know how he feels. Then I laugh a little. Laughing is good.
  3. I bite the bullet of meeting people. I try to think of something clever but sometimes it’s best to keep it simple. “Hi, I’m Holley” is a good start.
  4. Then I feel less like throwing up.

George Takei and I: #NaBloPoMo

Tell us about someone you met that you always wanted to meet.


Many moons ago – before children and marriage – I was single and could do whatevvver I wanted. I wanted to meet George Takei. He was coming to Columbus, where I lived at the time, to do a book signing.

So I left work early because meeting George Takei was way more important than what I was doing. It was also worth the risk of getting in trouble with my boss. I was totally willing to accept signing the papers that said I was on probation and needed some sort of work intervention.

I bought his book and he signed it. He also signed my autograph book and took a picture with me. He was the nicest man. He was so kind and generous with all of his fans.

Of course, my camera was broken and it didn’t take the picture. I was heartbroken when I found out later. Seriously, I cried in my car. I can’t say how long exactly. It was probably an embarrassing amount of time. I still get a little teary-eyed when I think about it.

In the end, no one noticed that I was not at work. Hence, no papers were signed saying I was a lazy troublemaker. I have my George Takei autograph to keep me warm at night – warm with memories of meeting George Takei. I have no regrets.

Dinner for Two: #NaBloPoMo

Which do you prefer: dinner out with a big group of interesting people or dinner out one-on-one with a friend?


I love big groups of interesting people. However, I would rather go out to dinner with one friend.

Most of the time, I get lost in those big, noisy groups. No one can hear me and I can’t hear them. It’s a good time for just watching people.

When it’s a smaller, quieter crowd, I don’t feel so awkward or hard of hearing. I blame myself and George Clinton.

Quiet and Loud: #NaBloPoMo

Do people generally understand what you’re trying to say?


I am a quiet, sleep-talking mumbler, who laughs a lot. People only understand me under the following circumstances:

  • If I’m writing
  • If I’m sober
  • If I’m not laughing
  • If I’m not mumbling
  • If I’m not talking in my sleep
  • If I’m not in a noisy place

I like my written voice so much better than my speaking voice. Maybe my written voice and my actual voice can all be friends someday. I mean, we do live together.

Why is it that I can laugh so loud but not talk so loud? Why is it that the voice in my head is so loud but when I speak . . . it’s so much mousier than I feel it should be? I don’t feel mousy on the inside but my voice betrays me every freaking time.

I found this on Pinterest. I’m sharing it in case anyone else hasn’t found any of their voices yet.

My Boyfriend Should be the Music Blogger: #NaBloPoMo/#DailyPost

Do you write only for yourself, or do you use your blog to try to connect to other people?

In the beginning, I wrote mostly for myself because I had only a handful of followers. So it was like talking to myself for quite awhile.

Since I didn’t want to talk to myself all of the time, I learned how to connect with other people. It’s not my strong suit but I try.

If my boyfriend had a blog, he would have thousands of followers. People just like him. He’s very friendly and sociable. Did I mention the excellent sense of humor? He doesn’t seem to ever get rattled by anything. It can be raining on his sound equipment and he just casually gets the tarps out like it’s no big deal.

Crazy idea alert: I should make a blog with his name and picture on it and see what happens. I could follow him around to get a few quotes. I already take a ton of pictures of him. He would be an excellent music blogger. I have no doubt. He could do the interviews and I could type it up and take a few pictures. Boom! Done!

Lucas, future  possible entertainment blogger
Lucas, future possible entertainment blogger?

Not really, he wouldn’t be into that idea too much. However, I do take him along on most of the adventures (aka concerts) that I attend. There was a time that he took me along. Back in the day, he would say “Hey, you wanna go to this show?” Most of the time, I said,”Yeah. Maybe. I have to check my schedule.” Then I’d beg and plead with my co-workers so I could go to the show. It’s still like that – I still rearrange my schedule on a regular basis.

So I think the answer is that I try to connect with other people, even if it’s only Lucas and the kids. I use the blog as an excuse. It goes like,”Can I talk to you? I have a blog.”


Loved or Loved & Hated: #NaBloPoMo

Would you rather be equally loved and reviled by many readers or would you rather have a small, supportive group of readers?


At the moment, I have a small group of regular readers. They are extremely supportive of this blog, which I appreciate. In a way, it has given me the confidence to keep writing and taking photographs.

Sometimes, I wonder . . . is my writing really terrible and no one is telling me? Are my photographs below par? I’m not really as funny as I thought, am I?

Even though, it would be lovely to be loved all of the time, it’s nice to hear the truth. Not nice exactly. Refreshing is slightly more accurate.

I would like to know if I could be doing something better. So that’s where those brutally honest critics come in handy. They can be jerks but they can also push people to do better work.

If it wasn’t for critics, I wouldn’t push any boundaries. I would never get any better. Who wants to stay average anyway?

Critics are more than happy to tell somebody that the writing is not going to win any new fans. Why should it win people over if it isn’t good enough?

I don’t always do what the critics say. I just consider their advice. Then I do what I want to improve what I’m doing.