Lonely Author: First Half of Rest-cation in Review (As if you really care).

Hey, don’t take me seriously. These are pics from the first half of my vacation.

This is the view for one of my favorite restaurants here on the island. It is near the top of a mountain, thus it is appropriately named La Hamaca de Dios (God’s Hammock). The floor slowly rotates to give you 360 degrees view of the town below. (Well, it has to rotate slowly or people may puke in their food).

This little guy turns two today (March 12th). He is a husky and he does plenty of howling. Everyone calls him el perro lobo (the wolf dog). So, I named him Jacob (for all of you Team Jacob fans). I purchased him to share with the single mom next door. He won’t be coming with me to Florida, but he has a family with three kids who will care for him while I am gone.

Axel’s christening went perfectly. This is a pic of proud mom and dad, Pearla and Johan. I do have a funny story to tell you about the baptism. Oh, God. That will have to wait for next Thursday.

You see that circular structure. It is the first time I have ever seen one. That is a small arena for cock-fights. I do not participate (obviously duh) nor condone cock fighting. It is one of the things I dislike about this island.

Made some decor additions to the hut. First the naked ladies bookends. Seriously folks, did you expect something else from me? You can find these ladies in Amazon.

My little typewriter pen/pencil holder. Great for a writing room or desk. Also in Amazon.

My work station (when I am not writing on the beach). There are the five pills (and aspirin to thin my blood, preparing me for April).

I purchased this canvas in Orlando and shipped it with the boxes of food I sent ahead. Haven’t hung it up yet. (I am a terrible handyman ladies). Wanted to add a splash of color to the tones of gray and white.

Finally, that is not the nurse I was promised. My buddy Titi has been known to be a prankster. He promise me she would be young, pretty, and single. Yeah, she is single.

Well, if I look past her moustache and pay five dudes to hold her down while I shave her legs with a lawn mower, then perhaps.

She really is a good nurse. She met with my cooks to go over my diet. She even called my doctor in Florida. Honestly, she is not Mrs. Lonely Author material.

But I wouldn’t say that too loud. She may wrestle me to the ground.

Have a great day People.

Will leave comments open for a brief period.

i feel pretty

i feel pretty

When you are primping for a night out or a date, do you ever sing a song? I always do. The exact same song everytime.

My buddy Titi was sitting in the hut when I stood before the mirror making sure the five o’clock shadow was just right. I started singing my song.

He stood up yelling, threatening to leave.

Weeks ago, my daughter did the same thing to me. “DAD, THAT’S NOT FUNNY”.

I will let you decide. Not much into musicals, but I always sing my favorite song from West Side Story.

“I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty
And witty
And gaaaaaay
And I pity any girl who isn’t me today.”

Thoughts anyone?

live love laugh

live love laugh

The results are in.

Basically, parts of my heart are not functioning as they should, forcing the rest of my heart to work harder.

The cardiologist confirmed my primary doctor’s findings, I probably suffered two heartaches in December.

My doctor wants me to undergo a procedure (in April) that should stimulate and revive these slacking walls. THE DOCTOR COULD NOT GUARANTEE this procedure will be successful. He also informed me that out of 1,000 hearts in the conditions that mine is currently in, 1 will not survive the surgery.

He also stated WITHOUT THE PROCEDURE parts of my heart will totally stop functioning within two to three years.

Doc wants me to rest and build up my strength for this procedure, but this time I will not go it alone. My intention is to continue blogging. I will read and approve the 700+ comments that are pending and start fresh. Sorry that my energy levels aren’t where they should be.

My final decision was to have the procedure in April.

And no matter what happens………….I will live, love, laugh. That has always been my philosophy. Why stop now?

Thank you or all of your support.

My heart and I are humbled and grateful.

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.” ― Oprah Winfrey, media executive, actress, talk show host, television producer and philanthropist.

My dear friend Alyssa at Fightmsdaily is an amazing example of a person who turns pain into positive vibes. Even as she battles the pains and challenges of multiple sclerosis, she injects you with her warm personality and bright outlook; making her a perfect example of hope and kindness. Her Motivational Mondays & Pick Me Up Thursday are the perfect way to start/survive the week. Need a dose of inspiration? Visit one of the Inspiring Women of WordPress at Fightmsdaily.


As you can see I am taking this celebration of women seriously, so here it is, confession time.

Pain Goes In, Love Comes Out

On January 21, 2013, I slipped and fell down a flight of stairs.

Intense pain has accompanied me every second of my life for almost 7 years. Surgery corrected some of my injuries, but did not reduce the pain. I’m not interested in the prescriptions to opiates and morphine injections doctors have offered.

Pain has become as natural as breathing.

Like you, the people I meet have no idea I am suffering. I have no limp, cane, or visible marking to advise them.

I still run, play beach volleyball, dance, workout at the gym, and on occasion chase women (just don’t catch them anymore). LOL

Blogging has served as my therapy.  Don’t know how many times my cheeks were moist with tears as you and I laugh at one of my silly comments. Or as I read your inspiring posts. You are my pain relief.

Perception is the key to life. I cherish the memories of the painless years. I am grateful I didn’t end up in a wheelchair. Even with this eternal aching, I consider myself a lucky man.

My friends ask me, how do I deal with the pain?  How do I remain calm, happy, smiling, and caring through this pain? Why do I bother trying to inspire others?

Pain goes in, love comes out.

If you don’t mind, I will keep comments closed on this post. I don’t want anyone feeling sorry for me and I definitely don’t want to spend the next two weeks replying to comments reminding me of this torment. Thank you for your warm and caring wishes. xo

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

When I decided to build a tiny home, I asked myself what I needed. Tired of bouncing from friend’s home to friend’s home, from hotel to hotel. I needed 3 things; a place to write, sleep, and store my belongings.

Then, I added a fourth. it needed to be appealing to my future lady, the girl I haven’t met. I don’t expect any woman to quit her job or career, but I want her to be comfy knowing we have a little place to escape, not far from the beach.

So, I added touches for a woman’s comfort.

The windows are slightly tinted. Sunlight will enter but never overwhelm. The heavy drapes will prevent light from disturbing at night in case she is a light sleeper.

Of course a powerful A/C, celing fan, and generator for when the electricity goes out.

Finally, plenty of light (14 ceiling lights), in case she is a reader/writer/blogger.

And when she wants no lights, we can set the mood. (16 different colors)

Speaking of light, when she presses the red button of light on the bathroom mirror…

She has light.

Since we are talking bathrooms. I love rain showers, but just in case we are going out and she doesn’t want to wet her hair, there is a handheld rain shower.

Of course, a walk-in closet with shoe rack (but you already knew that). GO YANKEES.

A king sized bed (Beach Boy likes to frolic) with two USB night tables so she can charge her mobile devices by the bed. Bedroom set also included a matching dress/mirror.

Hopefully,the girl I haven’t met will feel comfy here.

I never cook when I am on the island. So kitchen and livingroom will be added on a future trip. More bedrooms? Depends on how many children she may have. We will decide that when the time comes.

Ladies, what have I missed?

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go……

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As if anybody really cares)

Couldn’t think of a better title.

So, let’s get right to the action.

The neighbor’s dwarf hen has visited the construction site everyday for the past two weeks.

She delivers an egg every other day. Now, if I can teach her to make bacon and brew some coffee, I will be all set.

My roof is up. (Bad joke).

Since I am no longer allowed to work on my own hut, I have been shopping for curtains, bathroom tiles, furniture, etc.

Found this fish art in a mall. He is made of ladles, spoons, empty bottle and spatulas.

A closer look.

A mall aquarium.

Selected the dark gray tile pattern for the bathroom. It should stand out beautifully against a contrast of a white and light gray scheme for the other tiles and bathroom floor.

You had no idea the Beach Boy could get all HGTV on you. Did ya?

I attended a baby shower this past weekend. Pearla (black dress) the momma to be and her hubby Johan, the father to be, asked me to be the Godfather to be, to their baby to be. His name will be Axel and his estimated time of arrival is late October.

What would the end of the day be like without a gorgeous sunset? Well, I guess it would be the end of a day without a gorgeous sunset.

Seriously, I am doing very well. I followed doctor’s orders. (Something very new for me).

Thank you all for your beautiful messages and concern. Sigh. So sweet of all of you. Much like the mosquitos on the island, you have touched me in places you will never know.

And this concludes…..

Lonely Author: Week In Review (As If Anybody Really Cares)

Will leave comments open for a while to have a few laughs. Enjoy the end of the week.