Goodbye Rosey

I remember the day I brought my baby home from the dealership. She was in pristine condition; white as a cotton ball with soft, comfortable interior.  We did everything together. We went to work, church, and parties together. We shared long naps and quiet drives all over the country. I named her Rosemary after the song “Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes.” She was wonderful! We road tripped as North as New Hampshire, as South a Kentucky, as West as L.A, and as East at the Jersey Shore. She was my baby, my partner in crime.

We shared so many memories. She protected my life more than once. Busses hit us, drunk drivers hit us, and we slipped and slid into tree trunks and fire hydrants together. We ate meals together. (I’d give her some oil or gas while pulled over for a quick lunch.) We belted out music like no other duo ever could!!! We flew through yellow lights, and managed to get out of every speeding ticket we were ever pulled over for. Her doors would block me from traffic’s view if I had to attend to nature’s call on the side over the road. And every morning I would slap her ass and say “Let’s go!”

My friends loved her. She carted us from city to city, with always an enjoyable spirit. She was always filled with amazing tunes. AND she always smelled like a party, yet still kept it classy clean. Ahh, my Rosey was the best. She saw the best, the worst and sexiest sides of my friends and me.

Sadly my Rosey passed away 650 miles away from home. We had just celebrated her 100,000^th mile mark on this trip. She was in the final stretch of her last road trip when a rock flew up from the road and pierced her heart. With one last exhale, my Rosey drifted to the center of I-80 in Mokena, IL and slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to the great highway in the sky. Upset, I hugged her and begged her not to die. When we arrived at the mechanics, I was told there was nothing they could do. She was gone. With my eyes welling up, for old time sake, I gave her one last slap on her ass and said “Good game!!!”

Announced!!!

Sorry for the delay in blogs, but I was on vaycay making new memories to share with you. Here is a list of upcoming blogs.

1. Nashville
2. The Way Out
3. Los Angeles
4. The Way Back
5. Goodbye Rosey
6. April Fools

Be patient, and I promise these will make you laugh.

Sydney Barry's Obituary

During my years as an actor, I kept a journal on each character I played. At the end of each play, my acting coach made me write an obituary for the character. Below is my favorite obit. I have written. It is for Sydney Barry from California Suite. Enjoy.

Sydney Barry's Obituary

On Tuesday May 11, 2010 Sydney Barry passed away. He was a beloved friend and husband. He worked most of his life as an antique dealer in London. He met his wife, Oscar nominee, Diana Barry during a play in college. They were inseparable and looked like the perfect couple. The London police, however, have started and investigation into his death. When his body was found, his eyes were gauged out and he appeared to be strangled by a chiffon sash, much like the one Mrs. Barry wore to the Oscars that previous Sunday. When the police found her, she was covered in blood screaming “I saw you lick the artichoke!!!” Officials still do not know what this means, but by the appearance in which they found Mr. and Mrs. Barry, they are holding Mrs. Diana Barry for the murder of Mr. Sidney Barry.

The Sun Is Shining Come On Get Happy

What makes you happy? As I have said many times before I live with an eternal optimism. I am always happy. Why you may ask? No it’s not a chemical imbalance. It’s a choice. I choose to put a smile on my face every day. Even if it starts out fake, once I power through I am good to go. If I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I turn on “Dog Days Are Over,” and by the end of the song my landlord is knocking at my door asking me to be quiet. I highly suggest if ever you wake up in a terrible mood, try singing in the shower. SIDE NOTE: Do not sing or try to dance to Single Ladies. You will fall out of the shower, rip your curtain down, hit your head on the sink, and become semi-unconscious on the floor with your bare ass hanging out! True story.

I challenge you to take in the little things around you like a fresh breeze, a day without humidity, the smell of your morning coffee.  I read an article once on the difference between Optimists and Pessimists. The only difference, so the article said, was optimists notice little things that pessimists do not. After contemplating that I realized it’s true. I love the grass in between my toes, or the guy at Dunkin Donuts who says “Hey Buddy” when I walk in. Optimists simply take pleasure in the little things and pessimists rarely do. 

Another thing this article mentioned was pessimists are too absorbed with all their negativity that they do not care to go out of their way to meet new people. I on the other hand am a social butterfly. I have an amazing life and am 99% happy all the time, but people enrich my life and I love nothing more than making people smile. It’s one of those “little things” I take pleasure in.

Open yourself up and stop to smell the roses. Once you do, you will feel more fulfilled, which in turn will make you a happier person. Some of my pessimistic friends do not understand why I am so outgoing nor have so many true friends. I in turn tell them it just makes me happy, and it gives me perks. Not monetary perks, but friendly perks. Suzie will let me sing my karaoke song before the others do or I’ll walk into the piano bar and Dena will begin to play Bad Romance or Kevin sings “Hello Steven” as I enter, or Will and Ashley simply calling me Mr. Sunshine makes me smile and all those people are just a small part of my night, but they put me in that great mood I love to be in.

Taking pleasure in the little things gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don’t go around killing other people. Remember that. J

 “Forget your troubles

Come on get happy

You better chase all you care away

Shout hallelujah

Come on get happy

Get ready for the judgment day

The sun is shining

Come on get happy

The lord is waiting to take your hand

Shout hallelujah

Come on get happy

We're going to the Promised Land” –Judy Garland

Follow This Link To Put A Smile On Your Face: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2U-rBZREQMw

HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!!!

End of an Era

All good things must come to an end. The reign of a great pastor, a 60 some year marriage, FRIENDS, a great meal, or even a friendship, all must end sooner or later. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and having that belief has helped me immensely over the years. Am I saddened by the loss of these things? Sure. Do I deal with it and move on? Of course. This week I lost a close friend of mine, but I guess it was just meant to be. After years of memories (mostly good), we had to go our separate ways…for my sake and sanity. I wish this person well and will always have fond memories and will not let our last words define the relationship. The ending came out of pettiness, but I am tired of bending to that person’s will and being interrogated each time we see each other, being asked the same questions over and over again while expecting a different answer each time.

I am growing up and moving on with my life. This does not mean I don’t love you anymore, it means I need to be there for myself, you’re an adult its time you stop using your muscle to get what you want and start taking responsibility for your actions.

Who knows, down the road we may be friends again, but until that time you will always have a place in my heart. You know what to do if you want to be a part of my life again.

We wore each other out.