Cool, Calm, Collected 5-21-17

Do you ever have one of those days when you think “I need to start over?”  Today has been one of those days. 

Like every morning I woke up ready and willing to take on the challenge of another day in the paradise as I know it. I got a great nights rest. In fact, I was so exhausted yesterday I was asleep by 9:00. This morning, I woke to the chirping of the birds outside. I felt like Snow White. I was chipper and as happy as a bug!! 

I said my prayers like every morning, even praying for a miracle. I have to say, I was feeling very confident, that is, until I walked outside. 

I was heading out for my morning walk. I looked at my car and thought “really God! This is the miracle you’re bringing me?!”  My car had a flat tire!! For beginners, I have no idea how to put air in a tire, let alone change a flat. I stood there looking at that flat tire. There were many thoughts racing around in this head of mine. “Where’s the bike pump?!” “I’m sure I can air up this tire with a bike pump?”  “I think I can. I know I can?”  “Maybe I’ll call my nephew Lane!”  “Yeah, that’s it! I’ll call Lane and he will air up this tire for Aunt Velma!”  


Finally, I thought to myself…..”I’m not going to let it bother me tonight!”  

I decided I’d deal with it later. After my walk my brother stopped by. While we were visiting I realized I had forgotten to take my medication. I grabbed my pill bottle. Again “really God?!”  I was out of my meds. I quickly called the pharmacy and asked for a refill. I told my brother about my flat tire and he eased my mind and said he would have it fixed tomorrow. Whew!! What a relief. He then offered to let me borrow one of his company trucks in the interim. I was so grateful. 

We drove to his house and lucky me!!  My brother let me borrow his King Ranch Diesel Ford pickup. This thing is so big I needed a step ladder to get in it. For those of you who know me, I’m 5′ 3 1/2″. I weigh 115 lbs on a good day and 110 lbs on a bad day. I certainly don’t belong in a monster truck like this!! You know what they say…”beggars can’t be choosers”


I hopped, or shall I say, I leaped in that truck and drove away. I’m not going to lie. Driving that big ol’ truck was rather terrifying. My hands were glued to the steering wheel. I was sitting so high above the ground I felt like I was driving one of those tour busses you see in the city. In fact, I kept looking around waiting to see Burt Bacharach playing the piano like in the movie Austin Powers. Now that would’ve been a miracle…. But No!

I drove to the pharmacy which is located 16 miles away. I was sweating bullets hoping no one pulled out in front of me because I was of the mindset “I don’t care what’s coming, because I’m going!” However, that’s when it happened. The miracle. A sense of peace came over me and before I knew it, I was not terrified anymore. In fact, I found myself “Cool, Calm and Collected!”  

The truth is, I felt pretty darn invincible in that mean machine. It had a rocking sound system in it and it took me from A to B. That my friends was a miracle!!  I’m home now. Reflecting. I will admit, I had fun driving that big rig today but I’m not a truck kind of girl. I’m more the sports car type. So while today has been interesting and I’m very grateful, after tomorrow I’ll stick with what’s true for me. My own car. 

Ford……Built Tough 9-4-14 (reposted 9-4-16)

I’m reposting this blog today because Mrs. Ford was one strong lady and deserves to be recognized every now and then. She was the epitome of strength and determination. 
I’ve had a lot of role models in my life. Princess Diana was one of them. I always admired her beauty and her kindness towards others. She faced so many challenges in life but yet faced them with class and dignity. I cried for a week, heck maybe even a month after she passed away. Angelina Jolie. What can I say. A beautiful woman with a philanthropic heart. I have always found myself looking up to women who are strong, determined, independent fighters who at the same time exhibit a desire to help others. Despite all of their beauty on the outside, these women were/have never been afraid to get dirty, fight hard and help others. Both awesome mothers.


I’m a strong woman. At times, I’m probably stronger than I know. I’m a fighter and my goal in life is to help others. I’m certainly not mother of the year but I love my kids more than anything. Despite these qualities, I hate to admit it, at times I’m a spoiled rotten little diva. The past few days have been a challenge. I have been in so much pain, not to mention, out to lunch. My mind has been so dazed and confused. Yesterday I could barely walk. In fact I found myself crying in the bathroom at home. Heaven forbid I’d let Ron or anyone for that matter, see me cry. I tried everything. Walking (too hard), meditating to ocean sounds, eating bananas, vitamins, Gatorade, Claritin (the nurse advised me to take it), water….the list goes on. Nothing worked. I found myself feeling sorry for myself. I was going through my emails when I opened one from The Serenity Med Spa. They had emailed me because they didn’t want me to miss out on their end of summer sale for Botox injections. I thought to myself “are you kidding me?! Botox is the last thing on my mind right now!” Although 2 years ago I would have been the first one in line waiting to take advantage of this very exclusive offer. In fact, 2 years ago, I was more concerned with what was on the outside then all the qualities I had on the inside. Cancer has humbled me in so many ways. Since 2010, I’ve written a letter to Santa every year asking for a breast augmentation. That won’t happen again. I’m guilty of many injections including Botox and Juverderm. I’ve been called a diva once or twice in my life and I’ve been called spoiled. Yesterday I was so frustrated I posted a comment on Facebook regarding my pain and my email. I felt like giving up. My girlfriend, Denise Ford, posted the following comment about her mother. I’m sharing it because after reading the courage and strength of Mrs. Ford and the admiration she earned from her daughter, I found myself ashamed to even complain. This woman was the epitome of strength, Courage and determination. A woman to not only admire but a woman to strive to be like. Next time I’m feeling sorry for myself I know I’m going to read this again as a reminder to never give up. I can only hope that one day my own children will be inclined to write a tribute about me with the same admiration as Denise did yesterday. Like I said, I’ve had a few role models in my life but Mrs. Ford not only earned my respect, she earned my admiration also. She is a true role model!!!! The real deal!!!
If I were to describe myself as a car I’d have to choose a FIAT. FIAT stands for Fix It Again Tony. I have a lot of fixing to do. My goal is to one day call myself a Ford. Mrs. Ford!!! She was Built Tough and she never gave up regardless how many miles she travelled. My advice to anyone reading my blog today is to print the comment below and keep it in your wallet. Next time you find yourself feeling sorry for yourself or wanting to give up, refer to this as a reminder to pick yourself up, dust yourself off and keep going. I know I will be doing the same.
Denise’s comment:
Sorry you are so sore: I want to share a story with you, it might be a long comment sorry. ( I grew up with a mom who didn’t have a vain bone in her body. I do remember her working out and taking care of herself, but no makeup and always cowboy boots! She was a fighter like you Velma. When I was six we found out she had cervical cancer. She had 4 daughters and we found out because my mother who came from a family where she had 21 bothers and sisters, she was number 11. My mom had a 2nd grade education and began working in the fields and the orchards in the Yakima Valley, she was tough to say the least. We came home from school one day and she was on the floor in pain and agony, My sister called the ambulance and they told us that our mom would not live through the night because she had not gone to the doctor before that night to find out what the pain was from and the cancer had spread from her cervix through her female organs, kidney, stomach and had attached to her rib. The told her and us they were sorry and had the pastor coming to give last right. My mom looked at the doctor and said “bullshit if I am going to die, I have four daughters and no other woman is going to raise them but me! She battled hard that night and went through two years of Cobalt Radiation hell, but she lived 21 years! Raised her daughters. A true walking miracle of God as her doctor put it:) The toughness of my mom showed on her face and hands, she had skin tough as leather, but blue eyes soft and full of love and the most beautiful hands hard from working but so soft when she patted her grand kids backs, rocking them to sleep. I wish I had close up pictures besides just in my mind of those eyes and hands that told a story. That is what I saw in my mom Velma, the love she had, the life she lead, and the pure beauty of her and her soul. That is what I see when I look at your picture, the love you have for life, family and the beauty in you and your soul. That is a gift to give the world. Wear it proudly, you earned it!