Twitter Tuesday – Inspirational Messages* That Make NO Sense.



People mean well. They really do. And inspirational messages can be, well, inspiring. But sometimes, people post inspirational sayings and comments that do not make sense or are just flat-out wrong. And, believe it or not, some are from famous authors! Here’s a list of just a few I found today. Let me know what you think. *I will only directly quote someone when their name was posted with the quote. We must give respect where respect is due

  • Living every moment to the fullest leaves no room for change.
  • “Nothing that you have not given away will ever truly be yours.” C.S. Lewis
  • The most beautiful things shine with you.
  • If you aren’t living on the edge, your unbalanced.
  • I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and my father.
  • 3 eyes. 2 to look. 1 to see.
  • All of my thoughts sound like music today.
  • A man’s worth is no greater than his ambitions.
  • I think everyday can be a new day.
  • “If opportunity doesn’t knock, build a door.” Milton Berle
  • “All things are difficult before they are easy.” Thomas Fulle
  • Success is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.
  • “If you’re afraid of failure, you don’t deserve to be successful.” Charles Barkley
  • “Everything happens for a reason.” (This quote always gets me. It should continue with “it’s not always a good reason though.”)

I read through a LOT of quote and many of them were really very good. Best quote I read today that DOES make sense: “Why fit in when you can stand out.” Dr. Seuss

Tomorrow night, I am going for a sleep study. I’ll write about it then. What could possibly go wrong?



The Trials and Tribulations of my business, Fashionista ReSale


This will be a recurring subject but the blogs themselves will be short. The things that happen are funny, infuriating, but ultimately are all part of being the goafer of my own business.

This is just a quick funny.

Saturday mornings are shopping days for me. The estate/garage sales I frequent are at those houses you see on tv in the most expensive parts of Miami. It is not unusual to go to a sale and the owners staff are running the show.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen.

People are like vultures! It’s seriously a survival of the fittest situation. Some of the people holding the sales are really great. They are friendly and are pleased you are there to buy from them. interestingly enough, some of them act like they are doing you a favor!

I put up with a lot to get that those Prada’s at a good price. I do the dance, always with a smile on my face. I find that playing the “southern belle” works best. So I walk up and immediately, in my best southern accent (I’m from SC so it’s legit.) “say, good morning y’all”! It’s amazing! In Miami, a southern accent equals a sweet, trustworthy person. Everywhere else, it’s the sound of a low class redneck. And I’ll admit, I do pour it on a bit thick.

Well, this weekend, my very ill husband, (bless his heart) went with me. It’s always easier when he goes because I chart our course and he drives. He’s lived in Miami most of his life and having him with me takes so much stress off of me. Still, “drive it like you stole it” comes out of my mouth every time he comes.

So, to the point.

We went to an extremely high-end neighborhood and though the people were friendly, they were obviously pompous. We got to hear how they were wine people and they take their own wine to the nicest restaurants in Miami. They successfully talked my wonderful husband into buying a wine carrier. He was thinking of getting it to house a gift.

The lady of the house again, asserted he could take his wine to “our” restaurants. To which he matter-of-factly shared, I don’t think they’ll let me bring my own wine into Arby’s.

She didn’t get it. I did.

This is one of the many reasons I love my husband. 🙂

Talk to you soon! xoxo

Doped Up And Ready To Go!


You may or may not have read a blog a wrote a couple of weeks ago regarding the fiasco involved in filling prescriptions in my city, Miami. After 1.5 years of living in this city, the problem has been solved and therefore the stress of that nightmare is finally GONE..


Upon switching to a different physician, my life has begun to change. I finally found a great doctor with a big heart. This was evident when I saw information about him in Haiti, taking care of  people who desperately needed medical care. Amazing. .

Between him and a fabulous pharmacist I found in one of the hospitals here, I have been given hope. I am now very thankfully receiving small town care in a huge city.

I also now have a fantastic Pain Management Doctor (he’s actually an anesthesiologist) who fully understands me and my symptoms. While we established there is no medicine that can cure me, we both agreed the goal was to get me out of as much pain as possible around the clock. Woo hoo!  No more driving all over Miami and being made to feel like some sort of addict.

So, as I am finally on the road to relief, my stories to you will undoubtedly change. Throw everything you have grown to know about blogs out the window. I am not going to be focused on a particular group of people or a particular subject. My goal with my blog is to make it interactive. Dialog is so important in this fast paced world. Ultimately, all we have is each other. What is going to make this blog different and great is you! I will open up the conversation with my views and experiences and invite you to comment. Who knows? We might even be able to figure out a thing or two.

Let’s keep the conversations clean. No name calling allowed. But differing opinions, especially with facts to back you up will be greatly appreciated. I’m a South Carolina gal through and through who is enjoying the Miami lifestyle. My stories, like life in general will flip-flop from day to day. Some of the more popular topics will be revisited. The topics that ignite crickets, not so much.

I truly want to know what you would like to talk about. Don’t be shy. No topic will be avoided. I will gladly share my views on any subject I’m equipped to do so. Hell, I might even talk about so things I know nothing about so you can enlighten me. The floor is WIDE OPEN!

Don’t try this at home…from everything I’ve read, this is NOT the right way to write a blog….which is exactly the point.

This Carolina Flip Flopper is ready to go! Talk to you again soon! xoxo

Short, Sweet, Serious. Sincere.



No, it’s not “S” day…although writing a blog with only words that start with the letter “S” is an interesting challenge. Another blog, another day. It’s also not about me, all though I am all four of those words. Again, another blog, another day..

This blog is about you. Yes, YOU. I’m still an infant blogger (only 2 weeks old) and I have honestly been blown away by your interest in what I have to say! I want to thank you so much for that. You have been so encouraging and supportive. And frankly, I did not expect it. There are a ba-zillion talented bloggers out there and before a started, I questioned whether their was room for any more. I needn’t have worried as the blogging world has welcomed me with open arms.

In the coming weeks, watch out for stories such as, “The Blood Curdling Scream From My Back Yard”, “Regurgitated Grits”, and “I should come with the warning, “I trip over flat surfaces”, just to name a few.

I would be honored if you would share my blog with the people you think would enjoy it. You truly inspire me to do more, to be more. And for that, I am truly grateful! Without you, I’m simply writing an online diary, party of one.

THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! Short, Sweet, Serious. Sincere.

Now, get out there and enjoy your weekend!



If I’m able to speak in complete sentences, it will truly be a miracle. I spent a lot of time today learning about the options and features for my blog. What did I learn? I learned that I don’t like learning. Well, at least without a suitable amount of caffeine in my system. By the time I was “done” (as if I ever will be), I had such a stress headache, I wanted to vomit. I am by no means a brain surgeon, but I’m not a blithering idiot either. No more stinkin’ learning for me. Not today anyway. Once I left that cluster f*** of a morning, I realized I had neglected my twitter account. So, stinkin’ headache now reaching maximum effectiveness on my mind, I checked my twitter, only to find out I had been hacked. HACKED! Nightmare! Followers messaging me left, right and center that I’d been hacked. See, the hacker thought it would be really funny to use my followers and tweet blog tags to ALL of them! That is, until they maxed out how many tweets I (they) could tweet. So, not only was I hacked, I was also in Twitter Jail”. They managed to squeeze in a few tweets which said, “I’m bored…lol”. Well, guess what? It was NOT “LOL”. Not at all.

It occurred to me that hackers go unpunished. What would be appropriate punishment for these children with far too much knowledge and time on their hands? I’m all for corporal punishment. You “hack”? Well, your punishment should be to have your fingers chopped off. How are you going to hack now, nubby?!?

Seriously, my most sincere suggestions to these self taught cyber PITA’s: Use your computer smarts for GOOD and for $$$! If you are smart enough to hack, computer companies want you on their payroll to stop your fellow hackers…and rather than being a PITA, you will get a paycheck. And with that paycheck, you can go out, do fun things. Move away from that computer that consumes you. You may find that someone special, get married, have kids and live happily ever after! (Don’t bother inviting me to the wedding, nubby) Use your hacking skills for the good and may the Karma ray’s surround you in a positive light. And if you don’t, karma is just waiting for you, arms crossed, tapping one foot with a smirk on her face. I don’t like your chances.