Forty-two . . .

Eleven days late . . . I always share a note on my birthday, but this time around, Time was definitely not my friend.  Time is magical.  Time never asks us to watch while performing its tricks.  It flies when we are belly-ache laughing, stands still when we’re waiting on that call, disappears when we’re…

thirty-nine

So I usually write a note on my birthday to recap my year…I’m a little late posting it this year. I actually wrote it on time but wanted to wait til my new website (JustCucIt.com) was ready to post it there… Alas, it is still a working progress. Thank you in advance for allowing me…

thirty-eight

I went back through my notes to read all of my previous birthday notes…reflecting on the past always conjures up the best smiles…So let’s see…another eventful year, shutting the door on the dreaded “37th” year is something I’ve been looking forward to (see my 37 note if you are interested). So many lessons to be…

The Bank of Life

Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400.  It carries over no balance from day to day.  Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.  What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!  Each of us has such…

thirty-seven 37 three-seven

So not many people may know about my affair with this little number… it has been following me around since my teens… it was my 18th birthday, a sunday . . . driving home to the coast from starkville (miss state) . . . i get pulled over by a state trooper going 83 in…