No Internet for a Week ~~ Whahhhhhh


The internet god’s have determined that I should not have internet at home. sniffle sniffle….

I’m so sad….

It started running slow, then it went out once in a while and now it is kaput…

What is amazing though? When I called the provider my internet popped back on.

Then right as we were hanging up, it went out again.

They have to come out and check the line. They can’t do till Friday.

They suck.

Good thing I will not be home that much this week.

Or I’d be in a ball crying most of the night.

After all, what is life without our internet?

So if I’m a little slow getting back to you on your well appreciated comments then please know it isn’t my fault.

Blame the internet gods.

They had other plans for me this week.


~~~till we laugh again~~~



Hide From the Murderer or Get Free McDonalds???

Now before you go thinking that I’m kidding, I’m not.

This is a true story.

The night I spent with a murderer….

Only I didn’t know it at the time


It was 1981 or 1982 I think. My best friend and I were 16 or 17. One day my best friend asked if I wanted to go do a babysitting job with her. Her sister was supposed to do it, but had to back out. Sure why not.

Now this house was huge! These folks had some money. The parents asked that we watch the kids upstairs in the playroom until they had to go to bed (the kids that is, not the parents). They would appreciate it if we just stayed up there until they returned.

While we were getting our instructions, three guys walked down the stairs. The mother explained that one was her brother and the other two were his friends. However, they would be leaving and we weren’t to let them in the house while they were gone.

Shortly thereafter, the parents, the brother and the friends all left and my best friend and I took the kids upstairs to hang out in the playroom.

About a half hour later we heard the door downstairs open and we were like…Huh??

We pop our heads around the corner and looked down the stairs. Walking in was the brother and his two friends. We were like…

“Uh, I’m pretty sure you aren’t supposed to be here when they aren’t here.”  One of us said.

“We will only be here a few minutes”.  The brother shouted as they headed up the stairs.

We noticed one was carrying a box of some kind and assume they are dropping it off.

A few minutes later they strolled into the playroom. Now, let me tell you about this playroom. This is long before they became the norm. The room was huge. A full play area and two tables set up in it for them to play games on or draw.

My friend and I were sitting at one of them, when the three guys decide to sit at the other. We look at each other and wonder what we were supposed to do.

We mustered up the courage.  “Ah, guys, I thought you were told you couldn’t hang out here tonight?”

The brother is the one who did all the talking. “We are leaving, but we just thought we would see if you two wanted to help us.”  He then opens the box he had placed on the table. It was as if the heavens had opened up and the angels began to sing. In the box were thousands of little game pieces to the McDonald’s Monopoly game.

I’m not sure if you recall, but way back in the 80s, they weren’t attached to your food. Back then, they were little things you tore off the sides and unwrapped them to find your prize. You either won a piece of the Monopoly board or you won instant food.

Like most teenagers it took all of 10 seconds for my friend and I to realize that we so wanted to dive into this box of Golden Arches Love. But we knew we shouldn’t. We protested that we didn’t want to get into trouble with either his sister plus we figured they probably stole the box.

He explained that his friend worked there and gave him this box. Yea right we thought. But then he said those magic words to us…

“You can have anything you win.”

That is all it took. You cannot offer two ultimate fans free McDonald’s and not expect them to cave. So we eagerly agreed and went over and scooped up two big handfuls of tickets to unwrap.

We sat down and started peeling. OMG, the mother lode! About every 10th ticket we unwrapped free fries, free Big Macs, free hash browns and free McRibs. Some new product they were rolling out. We had stacks and stacks of stuff, enough to last the entire summer vacation – breakfast, lunch and dinner.

We were so caught up in our bounty; we didn’t realize that these guys had been there for a long time now. Then it happened.

I walked over for another handful when I noticed that the bottom of the box had some books in it underneath the few remaining tear tabs. As I scrapped up a few more, I notice the title of the first book. It was something like “How to get away with the perfect murder”

Now, that was enough to freak me out. I wasn’t sticking around long enough to find out if it was a how to book or some murder mystery. All I knew was, these guys needed to go and they needed to go now!

I tried to be casual as I walked back over to our table. My heart beating fast. Then all of a sudden it hit me. We were in some strange house, late at night with 3 strange guys and they had a book on how to commit a perfect murder.

I told my friend that they needed to go. Obviously she protested wanting to add to our every growing stack of hamburgers. I’m like no, they need to go now. I’ll explain later.

“Guys, we really appreciate you letting us open these and all, but you probably should get going. They will be home soon.”

They begged to stay but we stood our ground. It took a bit, but finally we got them to go.

Once we knew they were gone, we quickly got back into celebrating our mass haul. Stacks and stacks of free McDonald’s. Every kid’s dream.

The night ended and even though it took a while for the guys to leave, they did leave us alone.  However, a few days later we learned how lucky we really were.

I was at the park by our house when my friend came walking up with a newspaper in her hand. We had gotten into one of our best friend fights the day prior so I was my typical smart ass self with my greeting. “What do you want?”

“You have to see this” she said. She then opens up the paper and shows me this picture of some dude. “Recognize him?”

I looked at the big mug shot picture in the paper and have the look you get when you know you should know but you don’t remember how you know . “Looks kind of familiar” I mumble.

“It’s one of the guys from the other night!” she shouts. Sure enough, after taking a closer look I realize it is one of the quiet guys with the brother.

“So why is he in the paper?”

She then shows me the headline. MURDER!

Turns out this guy had killed his roommate not 3 hours after leaving that house that night. He had returned home and got into a fight with his roommate. His roommate had accused him of stealing his Playboy magazines. A fight ensued and he stabbed him. But it gets better. He then cut off his head and buried it in the backyard.

The paper said that he had escaped some mental institution in Montana a few months prior. And lucky us, he ended up in our town.

Oh my god! We had spent a night with a murderer!! Then I recalled the books I had seen in the box. I’m not sure if they were his inspiration or if he had been plotting for a while. All I knew and know to this day is…we were lucky!

That was one heck of a summer. We got a great story to tell for the rest of our lives (which by the way is way better when I tell it in person since I can fill in the details better).  But even better than that, we had McDonald’s for breakfast, lunch and dinner for like 10 weeks.

And the icing on the cake? I was introduced to my all-time favorite McDonald’s item…. The McRib! I had one a day that summer and to this day, I get excited each time it come out for its limited release. And each time I eventually start sharing how I fell in love with it the summer I spent an evening with a murder.


I promise… the story is 100% true.  I’m not proud of us taking all that free stuff. I really don’t know how they got the box. Sure I could assume but will never know. I can guarantee one thing, it was the last time I ever did. I never took anything that wasn’t mine and I never let strangers in again. That was one memory that taught me a lesson.


~~~till we laugh again~~~


Your Nickname ~ Love it or Hate it?

Do you have a nickname?  If so, do you like it? love it? hate it?

Sure we all have nicknames that people give us based off our name. For example, my last name is Adams, so I’ve heard my fair share of people humming the Addams Family theme and snapping their fingers  (you just tried it didn’t you? – I know some of you did).  This one actually makes me smile. I loved the show and while I might resemble cousin IT more than mom Morticia, it could be worse since there always is Uncle Fester.

I have another nickname that tend to hide. I love the story behind it since it makes me laugh, but the name in of itself I hate (no offense if it is your name). Oh, what is it? Well, let me explain first.

I have had long hair most of my life and as a kid I hated brushing it (yea, I was the typical tomboy). So the solution was to keep it in braids most of the time. My stepdad loves to assign names to people off of things and these braids were the target for mine. Only problem was, he got his fictional characters messed up and began calling me one that never wore braids.

I’m not sure if I would have liked it more if he got any of the right characters since I’m not sure Pippi Longstocking is much better than the one I was assigned (although she was a classic tomboy). Alas, I will never know.

So I have spent most of the past 25+ years shielding those I know from the truth….my nickname is……Alice.

Stop laughing….

If your name is Alice, I’m sure it is a lovely name for you. And if you are Ann B Davis, playing Alice on Brady Bunch made you some nice money. But for me… I’m not a fan.

Can you tell me what this girl has to do with a tomboy in braids?

So sad…..

My mom never calls me this thank god. She prefers to either yell in that mom kind of way that includes first and middle name. But since I usually was the good one, she usually just call me Brat. Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe I wasn’t the good one.


So…. what was / is your nickname? 


~~~till we laugh again~~~

Never Stop Laughing


You don’t stop laughing because you grow old,

You grow old because you stop laughing


This is so true.

When you lose your ability to laugh I feel a piece of you just starts to die. What keeps us alive is our ability to laugh.

It never fails, if I want to cry over something that has happened, I always find myself laughing. I’ve even gotten in trouble at times due to this.  However, I would never change it.


I know I will be an 80-year-old woman who feels half her age due to my ability to laugh. I have met many, many people through this blog who live their life with the same theory. That no matter what garbage that has been thrown their way, they still find a way to laugh.

I wish at times I could help everyone find the humor in a moment. It is even more critical to find our laughter in our darkest moments. It is what helps us survive those times. The greatest feedback I receive is when folks let me know that my blog is part of their daily routine for a laugh. I feel privileged and honored.


Let’s all commit to spend the rest of our time here on this earth laughing.

When you have those days where you can’t find your laughter from within, then quickly find your laughter through friends (real or cyber) or through any method you can (TV, movies, Facebook, people watching) – anything – just find it!

I promise, that laugh will help you get moving again.


~~~till we laugh again~~~

What Do I Want to Be When I Grow Up?

What did you want to be when you grew up?


When we were little, people would ask us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Seemed like a simple question. Our imaginations run wild….Doctor, Lawyer, Cowboy, Ninja, Fireman (or woman), Superhero, Official Ice Cream Taster. Nothing was off-limits.

Well, I was one of those odd kids. I never knew. I knew only one thing. I wanted to be successful.  I had no idea how, or what it looked like (other than visions of lots of money) but I never knew what I would be doing.



In my senior year when kids were deciding on college and what career paths to take. I was still at a loss. Being in honor’s classes, I was with all the kids who had their whole futures plotted out as lawyers, doctor’s, etc. These kids knew what they wanted and what schools they wanted to go to. They had it all mapped out.  Not me. `

I had no idea. I waited till school was almost out to even apply for schools. When I was accepted, I was like “now what”?  And much to my mother’s dismay, I chose not to go at the last-minute. I couldn’t imagine committing to four more years of school when I was clueless as to what was next. Like many kids, I decided to head out into the big bad world, with only my passion for excelling at what I do. I didn’t know what I would do, I just knew I would rock whatever it was.



So I set out on my path to success. Unsure of what I would be when I grew up. Knowing it would come to me when it was supposed to.

I ended up in a great job that I loved (more on that later) but I was still plagued by the never answered question of “What I wanted to be when I grew up?”.

When I “retired” after 22 years to take over my ice cream shop, I thought for sure inspiration would hit me on what I wanted to do with the next phase of my career as I ran my small business. Surely I would finally figure out what I wanted to be. After all, I had been pretty successful in so many different areas with Home Depot and now this small business, surely something would have taken over. The reality is, I loved all the things I was able to do and be a part of.



Now I am pondering once again, what I want to be when I grow up.  I spent the past year trying to figure it out, but nothing would ever stick. I was right back where I was 25+ years ago trying to figure out this age-old question. Now I need to head back out into the business world. (Yes, even bribes with ice cream doesn’t pay the bills).

I’m looking at various areas, but really want to find a company I can love as much as I did Home Depot. I loved it there (ok, there might have been a time or two – but overall, I loved it).  Do I go into areas I know I am great at? Do I try new things? I’d love to start a new business, but once again….doing what?



One thing I know for sure how to do is be me. I’m passionate about everything I do. I’m passionate about being the best at what I do. And I know I will be successful at whatever I end up doing.

I just wish I knew what I was going to be when I grow up?

Maybe since I always say remain a kid at heart, having an answer to this question would mean I could no longer be a kid heart, I’d have to be “gasp” a real adult. Maybe that is why I have mental block.

This week I will be doing a different type of post. This week I will be sharing some of my thoughts on this process to discover what I want to be and how I got here. I know each of our stories help others, so maybe some of you are facing or have faced the same thing.

Don’t worry, we will still have fun along the way.   😀


Today’s question is…..

Did you always know what you wanted to be when you grew up? 


~~~till we laugh again~~~

Caution…Extreme Heat Makes You Loopy

Ok, I think I have been in the heat too long today. Yes, I think the 116 degrees is making me a little wacky. I’m use to being cooped up in my store where it is at least 80. To make things worse, I was changing door locks in a house with no air. So inside must have been like 142 or something. You know the hot where sweat is dripping down you and you are getting stickier and stinkier by the minute.

Aren’t you glad I’m sharing this salty tasting moment with you?

When I finished, I was ready for a nap. But I’ve discovered in my life that napping while driving is a bad thing to do. Damn other drivers just don’t understand why you are weaving in their lane.

I even stopped at my favorite place in the world….QT (Quick Trip – the best gas station in the world) to get me a tea. OMG, it was good. Problem is, it went from cool to hot in a matter of minutes.

Needless to say, I have only an hour or so to do my daily post. So this is what you get. My sweaty, hot adventure for the day. Tomorrow, I have a new friend to introduce you too. And he is very adventurous. I think you will love him.

As for the locks? That was fun. I was teaching my niece how to change them. She was a quick learner. Yep, that means she made the same silly mistakes I did right after we learned not to put them in upside down. I’m telling you, it’s the heat. It makes you do stupid things even when you know better.

But I was proud of her. Always love having a new person to torture with knowledge.

I’m just rattling now. I’m still hot, brain is still fried and if left alone with the keyboard too long, I might just tell you every waking moment of my day.

Although I did have a great dinner with my family for my nephew’s 15th birthday which is tomorrow. Boy were we all stuffed. I’m pretty sure the Molton Cakes did us all in. So, see, I’m still rattling. I’ll just end with this….



Love ya


Ok, tomorrow I’ll be funnier. My brain cells should be back to normal after some sleep and air conditioning.     😀


~~~till we laugh again~~~

A Dog’s Unconditional Love

Thank you for all the kind words yesterday about my family’s loss of our dog Bingo yesterday.

Today has been a sad day as you can imagine. As I’ve said before, my dog was more of a shadow than anything. She followed me everywhere, especially in the morning as I got ready. Probably since she knew I would be leaving the house to go to work, she always wanted to stick close to me until I left.

As I walked out of bed and didn’t have to step over her, or when I showered when she normally laid on the mat waiting for me, I was sad knowing she would never be there again. I’m sure when I go home in a few hours, not being greeted by her at the front door will bring up that sadness as well. Her tail a wagging as she was so excited.

My goal this post is not to be sad, but to celebrate what many people have found in their lives. Our Pet’s are our family. Especially for those like myself that never had children. They become your children. Especially after 14 years together.

But a dog’s love is different. I love cats, but they are independent and can have an attitude at times. But that is part of their charm.

A dog however, they only want to love you and for you to love them back.

They just want to let you know that they will always be there for you…

They teach us to just relax and let the wind blow in our fur I mean hair and enjoy the ride…

Thank you to those of you that shared your story of a lost pet and for those of you who shared that you recognize that your beloved “child” is nearing the end as well.

Fill your heart with happy memories. Sure they might make you sad, but even in death, our dogs continue to show us the love they had for us. All you have to do is revisit these memories.




~~~till we laugh again~~~

Tammy’s Words of Wisdom ~ #1

For a year now, on Facebook I have shared what I call Tammy’s Words of Wisdom.

Basically they are Life Lessons that I have learned through my own life and thru observing others.

My goal is to try to share them with anyone who will listen just in case they might help someone. What makes them pop out? Usually something happening around me sparks their utterance. I have loved how others join in and share with folks how it has rang true in their lives as well.

I’ve decided to begin sharing these Tammy’s Words of Wisdom with all of you. (Don’t you feel special?)   😀

Today I will share my #1 Rule. Above all other wisdom I will ever share, this is the #1 most important rule of them all.


Never Ever Give YOUR POWER to Anyone Else!

No one should ever have the power to make you feel less than who you are or who you can be!

This is YOUR SUPERPOWER and NO ONE Else’s!


Ok, raise hands if you thought I was going to make a silly joke like I have been? Go ahead, raise them high? 1,2,3,4,5,6…..well, a lot of you. Neener Neener, I have serious thoughts too! And I”m very passionate about this particular one.   😀

I am dead serious.

Life is full of shit heads. You will run into many of them. And they will do whatever they can to suck the life out of you and take away your power. Do not give it to them. And if anyone has taken it from you, claim it back! I know it isn’t always easy. But trust me….You Are Worth It!


I hope you will like my Tammy’s Words of Wisdom. I hope to make this a regular feature as the Wisdom hits me. But this one, is very special to me and I preach it every day.


~~~till we laugh again~~~



Why I Laugh During Rough Moments

The Bob Newhart ShowI read this quote today by Bob Newhart (for you younger readers, a big time TV comedian awhile back)

Laughter gives us distance.  It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on.  ~Bob Newhart

Many folks ask me how I can laugh and find humor in situations that most people would crawl into bed over. It’s simple actually. I refuse to give in to emotions that only hurt me and are counterproductive to dealing with the situation at hand. Don’t get me wrong, I do get bummed over stuff, but that is as far as I allow myself to go.

Usually it starts with a giggle on something I see or think. Then I start shaking my head that I’m even laughing. Pretty soon I’m just smiling and laughing, thinking about various ways it could have been worse, or how funny it looks, or maybe even how funny I must look. But whatever the nugget I latch onto, it pulls me out of whatever funk I find myself falling into.

One should NEVER make decisions when in a negative emotional state. Your thoughts are filled with negativity and rarely are pushing you to the right thing. Think about it, when you are in a negative mood, you don’t care. So if you have to make a decision, you will not care about your choices. Does the worl WHATEVER mean anything to you?    🙂

Once you begin laughing, your head clears, your heart opens and your mind can now address the situation.

So next time you are facing a bad situation, open up to the thought of a chuckle, then a laugh, then a smile. You will physically feel better and realize that while the problem didn’t go away, your negative mindset did. Now you can deal with it.

Don’t believe me? Try it. What do you have to lose?

Oh, and if people look at you like you are crazy? (yea, because this might happen) Just tell them laughing is better than crying any day of the week.

~~~till we laugh again~~~