About Runaway Nuns and Leprechauns

Hi, is this an odd name for a blog or what? We'd actually prefer it to be known as a peaceful, magical and mystical spot. It's a spot where you can stop in for a daily dose of love and laughter sprinkled with a bit of chaos, confusion and lunacy. You can get great recipes and cooking tips, as well as drilling and building ideas. Who does that? Who knows their way around the kitchen and around the tool shed? Well, I guess that's part of what'll make this blog so interesting - that and the brief glimpse you'll get into a very elite and exclusive lifestyle - one that supports a "never a dull moment" and "everything ain't for everybody" attitude. By the way, remember to keep an open mind (no judging or finger pointing), a watchful eye (be on the lookout for random giveaways), and a positive -pay it forward-attitude (everybody could use an occasional leg up). Now I know it sounds easy, but don't get it twisted, this "dance ain't for everybody", it's not always a bowl full of cherries, but we make the best of it by drinking a whole lot of lemonade and by praying daily for peace, patience and understanding; after all, we woke up like this!

“SHOW US YOUR “ING””

Welcome to our first #clubfit55 challenge of 2019

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“show us your “ing” challenge!


The rules are simple:
1. Dedicate some time (a minimum of 15 minutes) each day to some type of specific physical movement: your “ing”
2. Record your “ing” and post it or share an “after “ing” selfie
(you can always inbox, text or email your “ing” session if public posting isn’t your th“ing”)
3. Each time you show us your “ing” your name will be included in the #clubfit55 after “ing” Valentines Day drawing.
4. If you have more than one dedicated “ing” session each day feel free to post more than one- entry ops are open 24/7 –
(the more “ing” you do the healthier you will be)

(stop by my fb page for a little background on the whole #clubfit55 concept)

I look forward to seeing some fun, funny, creative moves, exercises and workouts during this challenge. 

It starts today and officially ends on February 14th.

This is a challenging way of keeping each of us dedicated and motivated to becoming healthier and more fit!

Now let’s get walking, jumping, lifting, squatting, running, skipping, hopping, punching, kicking, etc.-ing!

P.S. To my friend with whom I worked several years ago in Goula, I anxiously await your “ing” pics, videos, comments and/thoughts (in my inbox😂)

#clubfit55

#itsallaboutthating

#ing

(visit my fb page for a little background info on #clubfit55

Rah-Rah’s 5 tips on How (NOT) to say “thank you” when receiving/accepting gifts this holiday season!

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Ok, below you will find what I refer to as the “New school/Petty” way of saying thank you and the “Old school/Proper” way of saying it in certain circumstances— 

1. You don’t like it  

          New school/Petty: “thanks” (while rolling your eyes and placing the gift on the floor)

          Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

2. You don’t have a clue what you’ve just been given-

           New school/Petty: “what the hell is this?”

          Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

3. You think it’s cheap

        New school/Petty: “where did you get this from?” (while aggressively checking it for a price tag)

        Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

 4. The gifter gives you and someone else in the room similar gifts but yours is smaller

       New school/Petty: “you got the same thing as me?” (while placing yours next to the other one looking curiously at the gifter)

      Old school/Proper: “oh my goodness, how thoughtful of you!”

 5. it’s not your size

  too big:   New school/Petty: “oh so you think I’m fat?”

Old school/Proper: “oh my, how thoughtful of you!”

  too little: New school/Petty: “oh you tryin’ to be funny now!”

      Old school/Proper: “oh my, how thoughtful of you!”

By the way… if I ever refer to you as “Betty” -in passing, in conversation, in a post or in your face- simply thank me kindly and be on your merry little way!

Call me Dylan Caption Fun

This little person keeps us on our toes, keeps us laughing and keeps me wondering if I’ve lost my (54 year old) mind—–

I’ve decided to share the laughs and I challenge each of you to help me keep the laughter alive —

The instructions are simple:

  1. Post a caption to the photo
  2. Reblog or share this post with your caption and title and tag it “Call me Dylan Caption Fun”
  3. Make it as original (and as funny) as you can

(Even though her name is not Dylan that is her name of choice when she’s up to her silly antics.)

Here’s the first of many “Call me Dylan” photo caption prompts—

 

My Work Moms and Bananna Pudding

The author of this blog is not yet thirty years old but she is definitely one of the wisest people I’ve ever known. Give this a read then go on over to her place and give it a follow. I guarantee you’ll be glad you did.

Nicole's Nuggets

I am so blessed to have so many women in my life. They share life experiences and they love on me so hard.

I’ve been blessed to have two work moms! I talk to them outside of work but work is how our relationship was formed. Well one of my work moms actually knew my mom, I had no clue!!!!!!!!! She withheld the information from me for months. This same work mom DID NOT LIKE ME AT ALL when I first started my job. She thought I was a spoiled brat and all the advice she had given me, I didn’t take any of it. She put me in this bubble of “she couldn’t tell me anything”. She actually told me SHE DIDN’T LIKE ME. (Her nerve! I didn’t believe her anyway!)

My other work mom however was the glue to that relationship, she could see similarities in us. She…

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Tough times-

My week in review:

This past week, the strongest, bravest woman I know had one of the toughest times of her life. She entered the hospital last Monday, for what should have been a two to three day stay, for a routine (albeit major) surgery. The actual surgery went well, but she suffered a couple of major setbacks. Although she is finally on the mend, and scheduled to be released tomorrow, she has a long way to go in her convalescence. I’m not well when she’s not well, and those closest to me know this all too well. Thank you, Sister Agnes Delores, my run away nun, for simply walking into the room. Thank you, TT, my laugh out loud partner, for working tirelessly to help me keep the tears at bay. Thanks, LarKay, godmother extraordinaire, for looking out for me and my littles and thank you, thank you, thank you, my littles…for being…MY LITTLES —!

#onmysix24/7

#hesheryoungestbutimthebaby

#notoutofthewoodsyet

P.S. special note: Thank you to my super man, Chuckie, who outgrew his cape when we were kids, for hanging in there and doing all the things I couldn’t do, and his Lois Lane for always being ready with hot tea and hot towels and for taking such great care of Sir Finn.

My Not-So-Anonymous Response

I’m not a fan of lists but I decided to compose this one for that small group of people group of small people, rather, who seem to be in need of a bit of reassurance.

P.S. THIS POST “AIN’T” ANONYMOUS. If anything about it offends (or resembles) you, then you are cordially invited to kiss my ass. Too strong? Ok, and I would never invite a coward under my clothes anyway -so, let me change that… you are cordially invited to cowgirl up and contact me for a personal one on one, adult size conversation.

NUMBER 1–I am not a security officer—I’ve paid my dues cupcake, I carry gun(s), not flashlights. 

NUMBER 2–I do not sit with my feet propped up on desks—I’m too professional (and too cute) for that. Were my feet on the desk when I interviewed you during that investigation you were involved in sugar-doodle? 

NUMBER 3–There are very specific, potentially life-saving, rules and laws about what one should do while driving. For example, one should never send and/or receive text messages while operating a motor vehicle. If I am asked to drive so that messages, emails and/or phone calls can be made and/or returned, in a timely manner, I have absolutely no problem doing so. Did I mention that I am a trained defensive driver, and I can navigate through traffic in a crisis situation with ease and reliability, sweetie pie?

NUMBER 4–I am a true “mother hen”, and sometimes that means sitting outside the henhouse, looking in.— Butter cup, there’s a lot to be said about tip lines, surveillance cameras and social media when it comes to detection, prevention and protection. 

NUMBER 5–Officers who rotate between schools are typically from one of three pools, sweet cheeks… (1) not enough officers to have one at each school, (2) so good that he or she is capable of covering and acting as a rover/back up officer for the other officers or (3) the officer has been removed from a campus because of inappropriate or questionable behavior and placed in a “rotator” position.

NUMBER 6–My pockets, in no way, resemble my qualifications which are clearly verified by my years in service, my boots on the ground experience and my resume’, booboo kitty.

NUMBER 7–Unlike several of you who have an issue (with everything), I am a tax paying citizen of this community— I’ve lived here well over 20 years sweet pea. 

NUMBER 8–My unmarked vehicle and my plainclothes status are by design. I can assure you that people are more willing to talk to me when I’m driving a Honda and wearing a business suit than they are when I’m in full police garb and a patrol car. Check the stats muffin!

Bottom line—  I smile and speak when I see you because it’s obvious that it sucks to be you but please don’t let the smooth taste fool you. I promise I can be 10 times nastier than you and your entire little group of conspirators combined!