The moment I accepted my life was a beautiful, chaotic, sometimes a little-messy-but-always-entertaining circus was the moment I felt a true release.

There's no sense in fighting the madness, but I've picked up a few tricks to keep the show going along the way.

I hope they work as well for you as they have [and still do] for me.

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{ bon anniversaire }

my beat up, old suv was packed with enough clothes for 2 weeks.
i didn't know if i was running away from something or towards something.
then i crossed the double diamond bridge, close to where the two rivers meet.
that's when it all started.
four years later .... the fire & passion are still thriving.
and even though we argue sometimes, and i worry if the love is gone,
this city by the sea still captivates me.

photo: etsy
and i'm reminded that some love affairs are just worth it.
{ bon anniversaire to this city by the sea & me }
thank you for 4 amazing years.
cheers to many many more.

sassy starter ~ hmm…..what color….

Dreaming of being in a place where my biggest concern or worry is:

What color umbrella should I get in my drink?



You would think this scenario would be much more feasible considering I live 10 minutes from the Ocean. Ah ~ but alas ~ not so much. [*yet]

Hope your work week is off to a lovely start!

Now back to dreaming …..


When you need a little more than a smile or a cup of tea to get your week in motion, the Sassy Starter will be here every Monday to get your wheels turnin’ in a classy – sassy – fabulous sort of way

Why is a ship a “she” ?

Posted in city by the sea, Random

Why is a ship a “she”?

We always call a ship a “she” and not without a reason.
For she displays a well-shaped knee regardless of the season.
She scorns the man whose heart is faint and doesn’t show him pity.
And like a girl she needs the paint to keep her looking pretty.

For love she’ll brace the ocean vast, be she a gig or cruiser.
But if you fail to tie her fast you’re almost sure to lose her.
On ships and dames we pin our hopes, we fondle them and dandle them.
And every man must know his ropes or else he cannot handle them.

Be firm with her and she’ll behave when skies are dark above you.
And let her take a water wave – praise her, and she’ll love you.
That’s why a ship must have a mate; she needs a good provider.
A good strong arm to keep her straight, to comfort her and guide her.

For such she’ll brace the roughest gales and angry seas that crowd her.
And in a brand new suit of sails no dame looks any prouder.
The ship is like a dame in that she’s feminine and swanky;
You’ll find the one that’s broad and fat is never mean and cranky.

Yes ships are ladylike indeed, for take them altogether
the ones that show a lot of speed can’t stand the roughest weather.

(Author unknown)

*This poem was sent to my by a co-worker. Living in this charming little city by the sea it makes me giggle. So what do you think? Based on this sailor’s poem, would you call a ship a “she”, too?