Mickey-isms

Five Years – What Would Mickey Say?

Those who knew my father ask me what he would think of 2020. My brother and I know he would still watch sports, as aggravating as he may find the business of it. He always muted the sound anyway. He would have more to say about the Middle East than has been discussed, distrust of China, and he would rail against communism. He told me 30 years ago whites will be the minority. He only would have CNN on in order to closely watch the stock market stats scroll across his television with the sound muted of course. His other opinions are absolutely not repeatable but only to those who get his humor and intelligence know Mickey would have given great advice. We need his input more than ever.

Things My Dad Taught Me

Five years ago (12-1-15) my dad passed peacefully at a beautiful hospice facility in Florida. It was just a few miles away from where he’d practiced medicine most of his life. The peace my brother and I found there helped my dad transition to Heaven in God’s Grace.

Being at hospice was, however, not my father’s plan. He’d chosen to die at home which did not happen.

I’ll start right here with what I’ve learned from the good doc, Mickey. These are only a few of times with dad that I’m thinking of now. He always made me laugh until I cried. I wish I’d saved some of his stories to share here. There are just too many!

As a doctor he had a stellar reputation and was proud of so many diabetics and others he kept healthy and walking. The list is long but here are some of the strange but normal Mickey-isms.

1. Always have a plan B.

My father grew up in a rough part of Philly called Strawberry Mansion. Each street of row houses were of different and divided ethnicities. His mom was a bad-ass card player, a family trait, but not motherly. He grew up rough and learned young to plan ahead and live independently. He said a piece of grass growing through the cement crack was his yard. He worked his father’s newspaper stand in downtown Philly while “I was still a toddler drinking milk from the bottle,” he insisted.

Stumpy, a one-legged man mentored my dad in sex (at seven), cigarettes, life in general. Herchey Metterman was his life-long friend. He sued the federal government and won — a fact that amazed my dad. They all had mob connections, learned a lot about unions, gambling in Atlantic City and getting lost in New York City a lot, on purpose.

For Mickey though, his plan was education for elevation. He hated the cold weather and eventually moved to Cocoa Beach. For his children, he saved money, asked a lot of us, separated us but kept us bonded, and made us study and excel.

2. Apply yourself at work and always continue to educate.

Read, read and read more. My mother (gone 11 years) and father were avid readers. Mickey was able to attend a privileged high school and college after earning full scholarships. He graduated early, was offered medical scholarships and became a foot surgeon (because that was what they offered for free) by 23. He continued to learn, teach and lead in his field. As I mentioned, he was a special man to many patients. I ran barefoot at the barn. He treated my feet too, set my broken leg, and didn’t yell that much.

3. I’m going to die when I’m 50.

For the love of God, he told me this a thousand times. Heart problems were common in his family, primarily the men including his dad and brother who did die young. Mickey lived to 83 after a triple bypass about 20 years prior. The key: Mickey always did 100 sit-ups and 100 push-ups every morning, every day. He loved yard work and between these exercises he stretched out his life expectancy. I’m so grateful. He also passed on the love of exercise to me, my brother and his grandchildren. Until the end, he did yard work in his old office attire with no shirt so the ladies could check him out. Despite the attire, they looked and offered casseroles which is apparently really important.

4. Mickey did have a heart.

I always knew he loved me and my brother, my cousins and his relatives. As far as my mom, I recall ducking the flying ash trays thrown between the two. My parents divorced six months after I married. It didn’t take long for Mickey to seek out his high-school girlfriend. They lived another 20 years before his love died of lung cancer (she was a non-smoker). While they were in their honeymoon phase he left her love notes, expressed feelings and emotions I’d never seen. Lesson learned here for me is to love and love hard. Let there be no boundaries when you find your soul mate (assuming it’s healthy love). Act like a kid as much as possible. Check the box “yes, I love you.”

5. Stop being a door mat. You’re too nice.

My dad always told me I was too nice, vulnerable and gullible. He told me many times to stop being a door mat, to stand up for myself, to be independent and to embrace my heritage. A kinder version would be in the song Rhiana sang, “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” I’m embracing this dad. And as my former boss and friend, Al, told me before he died, “This isn’t social work Liz.”

6. Never pay to take a job.

Plain and simple. Mickey didn’t believe in network marketing or anything you pay to start. He believed in old fashion work for pay, to save, live within your means and invest. Ironically I truly suck at networking marketing. His words stuck or influenced me beyond his grave.

7. Marry within your religion.

Mickey, married twice but never within his religion. Considering he was an opinionated man, his beliefs took over rather than blended. The difference caused chaos and divorce from two women he did love. His true love was of the same religion. I regretfully repeated this pattern against my dad’s advice. I’m divorced. In the end my father had studied so much about quantum physics that he proclaimed himself an atheist to the pretty hospice nurse dressed in hot pink scrubs. He’d been flirting with her that day just prior to a heart attack at night that led to his passing.

8. Tupperware story and friends.

My dad shared a story with me that happened to his mom. One Tupperware party changed who she trusted and befriended. She hosted the party but no one came. He said she never had another party, ever. He told me this as I was losing many friends. He said people will let you down. Stay strong he said.

After enduring a serious surgery then an even more scary bout of cancer, I routinely missed a monthly Bunco game. I was fatigued, sick and scared. The ladies said, “Who can be sick for a year?” They cut me out. Actually it was for the best as I was struggling for two years only to then suffer the loss of my dad and other close relationships after cancer. Lesson learned here is to treasure your health and any support you have. I had my brother and several dear friends who helped me. I’m grateful and I tell God every night. I no longer play Bunco but I still have parties.

9. Sports and Stocks

Mickey taught me so much about investments, baseball, football, boxing, betting, blackjack, craps, sand in a sock as a weapon, guns, muting announcers he hated and the art of watching sports all day. My children inherited a love and great understanding of sports so it’s a blessing that I feel at home at sporting events and parties in full swing. My dad’s tombstone reads, “He had a good turn at bat.” Mickey was an excellent investor and knew when to jump in or out. What now Dad? Help!

10. Women

I can think of so many funny things Mickey said and did. He was hysterical, a great writer and joke teller, pool player and card shark, a bad-ass drill Sergeant, a brother, uncle, husband and he was our dad. He was a lady killer and found a couple of beauties he called “arm candy” a time or two. Not a nice statement but definitely a Mickey-ism. He often told me to wear heals when I dressed up to show off my legs. He’d get arrested for that now. For me, it works every time.

Beyond looks, Mickey encouraged not only his children but many he met to seek out education as a means to success. When he heard someone say, “That takes eight years!” He’d reply that eight years pass anyway. Make the most of it.” He was a great man who believed in his children and provided “the good, bad and the ugly” which shaped my brother and me into strong, smart and funny people. Dad, you’ll always be my hero and know you’re loved, prayed for and adored.

PS According to dad, WD40 fixes everything! Peace and love ©️2020

My First Friendsgiving

Did I really write my true age?!

I’m 53 and just experienced my first Friendsgiving! Admitting my age is unlike me but I’m learning to embrace the wisdom that comes with the growth and journey of life.

This picture says a thousands words. This is a mixed group of couples, singles, teenagers and babies coming together to give thanks for friendship and the bounty of blessings we have.

Somehow the men escaped the kitchen picture. Sunday football was on the outside patio of this inviting, waterside home. Who would blame them?

Our hosts are originally from Michigan where they learned a lot about loving family and friends. The more the merrier is something they truly believe.

Pictured here are just a few of the wonderful women who’ve become close along with our significant- others, and single friends. It is solely due to our upbeat hosts from Michigan that this tradition is now here for us!

The best part was just being there, being welcomed with warm hearts and happy thoughts. The food was amazing representing everyone’s favorites from the North, South, and even Peru. I ate collard greens for the first time, even though I’m a southern gal, and they were delicious. Now I know how incredible collard greens are. My mama was right!

For a multitude of reasons I’ve never had my very own holiday traditions although I’ve been surrounded by family which is a huge blessing.

I just never had my shot at it. When it came to traditions, I became a follower not a leader due to circumstances out of my control.

I’m blessed and I’m grateful regardless because I’ve survived many difficult holidays including a few involving divorce, cancer and loss.

Through these times I prayed and worked with all my heart to make the holidays special for my children. They are grown now and I can’t wait to see what traditions they bring.

But this gathering felt like it was for me – for us – to celebrate what it is to have cherished friends. It felt really, really good. It took the chill out of holiday blues.

I’m thankful to these special people for bringing a new Friendsgiving tradition into my life. I’m extremely grateful to you all!

PS TY Don Z ©️2019

Warm hearts ♥️

Elizabeth

Learning Curves ©️

When You Think The Files Are Gone!

Crafting words is a talent. Many times the words just flow. As a writer of blogs for clients, I have the unique gift to write about any topic.

As important as words so too are the graphics. “A picture tells a thousand words.” Together words and pictures merge uniquely for a sole purpose of sharing messages.

Well stop my beating heart! It is a bad feeling when you open the file to find it empty. It’s not funny friends! What a heart stopper to think of the content lost.

There aren’t thousands of blogs yet but I treasure what I’ve shared. I can’t recreate them!

Luckily, I was able to retrieve them. Lessens learned here include: understand how best to use programs, save and back up documents; copy-write your blog and trade mark your brand.

Lastly, not all blogs have to be long. Get to the point and move on. Your readers will love you for it.

Gratefully yours,

Elizabeth

Copyshewrites ™️

My Decade on Facebook©️

Facebook kindly reminded me today that I first joined 10 years ago. Wow! A decade, duh but seriously, a decade. Then and now I’m amazed at the ability it gives us to connect, share and often divide.

Many say that people consistently post happy, everything is fine, bla bla posts. I disagree. After a 10 years of being on FB and raising amazingly intelligent, digitally integrated children who actually do have the best posts, not everything is always peaches and cream.

Yet, many needs are met: people connect; emotions have an outlet; children are rescued; animals are adopted; emergencies are blasted and even love happens.

I do realize the dangers and advise all to safe guard your children, family, and friends from toxic social media outlets.

That being said, I can attest to having breast cancer, deaths, a million reason to complain, I have been able to turn to a digital community of incredible souls who support me when some barely know me. Those far from me can send me a digital hug. Those nearby pray for me. What a blessing!

Perhaps my perspective is rainbows and butterflies because I hear so many complaints about this & that with social media. My perspective is the more you can share love – the joyful vibes, posts, jokes, successes, goals, trips, love, pets, and kids – the better. Keep them coming.

Lastly, realize FB is now integrated with Instagram which opens even more doors. They have free webinars this week updating changes. Enjoy the ride of learning social media and it’s benefits. ©️

#socialmedia #positivity #friendsmatter #Facebook #community #sharejoy #keeplearning

Cats Get It©️

Go ahead. Call me a crazy cat lady. What you may not know is I’ve been blessed to share my life with amazing horses, the best dogs, cats you can’t forget, birds that talk, and even geckos.

To walk a mile in my shoes, you’d learn how each one was and is unique. I won’t argue here which is the smarter (some are just plain dumb too).

Undoubtedly domesticated cats are very “in tune” to people and their environment.

Lovey, pictured above, was not only resting there because the dog was driving her nuts. She intuitively knew I was troubled, a bit sad.

My rescue cat preferred a metal pole more than a pillow as long as she was by me. On a deeper level, I was having a bad day and she knew it. The dog knew it. They all did.

That’s a big part of understanding animals. Understanding that they really do understand you. Not everyone has the same view point about pets but, “to each his own,” as they say.

I’m grateful to the joy they bring me. If you feel the same, I bet you feel blessed. Give them the same loyalty and care as they give you.

The sun rose the next day after Lovey slept on my head all night. Another slate wiped clean. The pets bounced around ready to great meet me and the day.

One can’t help but smile. Having animals in my life keeps me grounded, responsible and joyful.

When possible, donate to your local no-kill shelters or where you deem helpful. There are several in my area and beyond, including one assisting in Puerto Rico for the second time this February. (Comment request for info).

Wishing you pet love. Peace. ©️

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#loveanimals #peace #sweetpets #cats #dogs #bekind