Friends…after 50 plus years

This past weekend, I was not feeling so well, which included Monday evening. I decided last night that I would replace my blog with a quote from my girl and idol, Marilyn Monroe. I will go into detail later why she is my idol. As for tonight I am going to focus on  why MM’s words were so important to me.

These were her words…”Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them.”

I am honored enough in my life to have those who stay!

Check out the Lion Queen’s blog as the week goes on to find out who is truly my best friends.

In the words of Marilyn Monroe….

The Lion Queen has been a bit under the weather, so tonight she is substituting with a little saying from Ms. Marilyn Monroe. MM is one of the Lion Queens favorites.

“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them – actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soulmate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.”
Marilyn Monroe


Cabbage Enchilada’s…Looks Delish & Lower Carb!!


Simple Cabbage Enchiladas


1 head of cabbage
Shredded Chicken (I used leftovers from a rotisserie chicken we had)
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup sour cream
2 (4 ounce) cans of chopped green chiles
Fresh cilantro
Salt & pepper (to taste)
shredded cheese (optional)

For the Sauce:

Add the chicken broth to a saucepan over medium heat. Bring to a boil, then lower the heat and mix in the sour cream and green chiles, heat thoroughly but do not boil and make sure to stir often. Let simmer for just a bit and the sauce should thicken. Season with salt and pepper.

For the Enchiladas:

Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. Peel the cabbage leaves – make sure to peel them gently, as you don’t want them to tear. I ran the cabbage under warm water as I was peeling. This helped a ton. Throw the cabbage leaves into the pot of boiling water for a couple of minutes. Remove and set on a paper towel to dry.

Mix the shredded chicken with chopped fresh cilantro and shredded cheese (optional). I also seasoned well with salt & pepper.

Spread the enchilada sauce in the bottom of an 8×8 baking dish. Then take your cabbage leaves and place the chicken mixture inside of them and roll up. Place each cabbage roll in the baking dish. Once done, pour the rest of the enchilada sauce over them. I also topped with shredded cheese.

Bake at 350° for about 20 to 30 minutes.

Top with anything you please. Salsa, hot sauce, jalapenos, avocados, cilantro, more cheese, freshly squeezed lime juice, sour cream and the list goes on! Enchiladas are so fun to make because you really can get creative and definitely make use of the veggies and pantry items you already have on hand.


“Starting Over at the Age of 50″…Part III

As I found myself really being single for the first time in years, I was getting out more and more with friends. Every weekend was consumed, then there was work, along with the evenings after work. Rosie was now living with me and I started feeling guilty for leaving her alone all the time. We had a chat, I told her one day “Rosie, you need a playmate since I am gone all the time. I am going to get you a kitty.” She looked at me with that “Whatever…” look that she can give and carried on with her nap. I posted on Face Book that I was thinking of doing this for my Rosie, and it just so happened a former classmate reached out to me. Her husband and her have a somewhat exotic animal type farm. At that time she had Bengal kittens for sale. She had 3 left, and I could go  and pick one out which I still wouldn’t be able to take home for at least another 6 weeks. I went and found my little beauty. She was adorable! She would become my EmmieLynn. Emmie stemming from her emerald eyes, Lynn being the middle name of my closest and dearest friend I’ve know for years, and EmmieLynn’s Godmother.

Prior to all of the events from getting Rosie, and buying her a kitten, several of our former classmates were meeting once a month for dinner. We had all reconnected through FB and enjoyed our “How We Met” dinners. Kim, the lady I was purchasing EmmieLynn from decided to join us one evening. We hadn’t socialized much except for little things here and there on FB and then of course more recent in regards to the kitty transaction. I sat next to Kim at dinner and as always conversation among all of us was abundant. At one point Kim said to me, “There is a guy I know that I think you might really get along with if your interested.” I said “Oh, ok, how do you know him?” without hesitation she said “Well actually we were engaged at one time.” Of course my first response was “Aaaaall righty then!! Not sure how this will pan out, but ok.” She asked if she could give him my number, and my attitude was pretty much just “Sure”, and blew it off. A few days later I got a text message from him, and immediately after the text message, came the “phone call”. His name was Luke. We chatted briefly and decided we would meet up once I got back from a trip I was getting ready to go on to see my kids in Michigan. When I returned, we did indeed meet for lunch at a little diner in Tulsa called “Darby’s”. We both had an hour for lunch, and there was not a lag at any time in our conversation. It was great! We ended up going on our first “real” date the following weekend to see the Christmas lights at Rhema Bible College. As we started our walk into the lights, he kept bumping into my side, and I told him, “You can hold my hand if you want to.” From that moment on, we became a couple.

Forever it seemed, when Luke came to the house, Rosie would bark, bark, bark and EmmieLynn would hide, I think it was actually several dates down the road before Emmie came out to meet this new man in my life. Rosie would bark, would come to a calming point then lay on the floor and give him “the look”. Now Luke had moved to Broken Arrow just not long after we started dating and lived only two miles away. I will admit when we first met he lived in Inola and I was quite fine with that. Yes, the drive was longer but we only saw one another on the weekends so that was a safe distance for me. We started dating right before Thanksgiving and he moved into his new house the week of Christmas. It was a short time that I had that “safe distance” feeling. But with it being made clear as we became closer that I would not remarry for at least two years, the arrangement worked out beautifully. Now, back to the pets. Of course the nights that were spent at my house were changing up. Rosie was accustomed to sleeping on the bed with me, that changed. EmmieLynn liked to walk the halls during the night and meow, especially if the food bowl was dwindling. Luke was not fond of a dog watching him eat his meals as he considered her begging. Begging in my eyes is when the dog whines or tries to stand up on the side of your chair to sniff your plate. Emmie by this time had learned she had quite the jumping capabilities, so up on the bar or table she would jump! She has since learned she is not allowed on the bar or table when food is present, and is quite content with sitting in a chair watching me prepare food. I really have no problem with her walking along counter tops as I find a cat to be cleansing themselves on a regular basis, much more so than most humans. However, Luke did point out cats walk in the same area they go to the bathroom, so he was not as content with counter walking as I was. He was good though about making adjustments since he had not been around pets for at least fourteen years, and also was beginning to understand the soft spot and love I have for my fur babies. All in all that was clicking along pretty good, until….the skunk incident.

It was a cold, rainy night and Rosie needed to  head out to take care of business. Not long after I got Rosie we had an incident with that whole skunk thing,  but her and I got past that and I thought we had an understanding. Well, not so much. As she ran past me when I opened the back door, it hit! Oh GAWD!!! She ran over to Luke, rubbed up against his jeans, ran down the hall as I was chasing her to get her into the garage, meanwhile the stench was attaching its self to anything she got near! I finally got her in the garage, and could see in the florescent lighting, the direct hit! It was huge! So here I go into the house to mix together the ingredients I had used before to deskunk her. Needless to say, a dog not only wet from rain, but showered with skunk scent is not good, not good at all! Luke smelled of skunk, I smelled of skunk as did everything in the house, it even soaked it’s way into some of my jewelry!  Luke went home that night, imagine that!  It seemed like weeks before the air cleared, I must have spent a fortune on incense, candles, air fresheners, carpet cleaners. It finally left, but not quickly. As for Luke, he still came to the house, and learned as I did, once the sun has set, or before the sun rises in the morning, we now take Rosie out on a leash, especially during skunk traveling season.

One year and eleven months later, Luke and I got married. He tries to have conversations with Rosie, and she will be attentive until he finishes what he needs to say, then she will graciously lick herself, and that ends that conversation. She still stands and looks at him while he eats, he shooshes her away, she backs up two feet and continues to stare. Rosie will occasionally find her way to my side of the bed, as long as it does not disrupt Luke we all sleep in peace. Well, until EmmieLynn  jumps on the bed, then she has to make her way up and down both Luke and I before figuring out she really wants to lie next to her dog. Emmie still has her moments of cat calling in the middle of the night, or if she decides to play in the wee hours of the morning, you will hear her bounce off a wall or two. Then I feel the bed shake a little as I hear Luke laughing at her. Of course she has an occasional hair ball, Luke doesn’t do throw up so that cleaning is all on me. Rosie gets excited when she sees Luke head out the back door with a fine cigar and beer as she knows she is going to go out and stay for a lengthy amount of time. She is not one to go out and stay without one of us being with her. Emmie will sit in the window longing to go out and might rebel once in awhile with an attitude, but then is grateful for her cozy indoor life and has just recently started snuggling up in Luke’s lap as well as mine at night, on the couch.

I also remind Luke if the pets get a little out of control now and then, that if it weren’t for them, we may have never met as it was the dog, who brought me to buying the cat, which reconnected me with Kim, who knew Luke. He agrees. Once again they are off the hook.

So you see, even after 50 when you think there will be no more adjustments in the family life, they do still occur. It’s just in a different breed of children. Yes, we also love them unconditionally, they have feelings too.

From our den to yours, my Lion King and I wish you a Valentine’s Day full of Love, Hugs, Peace, and Roars!

Lion Queen

“Starting Over at the Age of 50….Part II”

I started in about changes in life, and life after 50 and the adjustments we might have to make.  That hit on new spouses and children. What I did not cover, was starting over with our four legged, cold nosed, whisker tickling, tongue licking babies. AKA…our fur babies.

My Lion King came to me with no pets, he  had been divorced for fourteen years, he suddenly had to adapt. The transition has been one of great tolerance for him. However, if I see the tolerance level slowly heading for the down hill slide, I remind him, if it weren’t for these fur babies, we might not be married.

Back in July of 2012, I got a phone call one day from my son who is in the Army and would be moving from Oklahoma to Escanaba, MI. This move would include my daughter-in-law, grandson, and my son who was stationed in Ft. Sill, OK at the time and lived in a house on base with two dogs, Rosie and Jimmy. Patrick made the decision to retire from the Army, and decided to go into recruiting. His recruiting position sent them to the far north, where they would not live on base any longer and had to find a house to live in. They did indeed find a great house, basically away from civilization with some what of a zero pet tolerance. Rosie is a beautiful white medium sized Heinz 57 so to speak, and Jimmy is a  shtizu who though he reminds me of Chewbacca (if your a Star Wars fan, you know who that is). Jimmy has the big attitude, inside of a very small body. One might even say he has the little man syndrome.  He be tiny, but mighty! Being tiny this time was to his advantage, as the landlord said he could stay, Rosie however could not. So that phone call I mentioned at the beginning of this paragraph, lead to me becoming the once again owner of a pet. After my previous three dogs had passed on I told myself, never again, the heartache of losing them was to unbearable, I couldn’t do it again. Well I lost out on that argument with myself. I now have another dog.

I was going to finish this story today, but I have decided to conclude this romantic little story, tomorrow, the day of love. Stay tuned!

Peace, Love, Hugs & Roars,

Lion Queen

“Starting Over at the Age of 50 Something”

If and when life should throw a curve at you while you are young and have children, you know there are adjustments that will be made in the family. The marriage didn’t work, you divorce, you start life over and usually meet someone new. Now the scenario is usually there will be children involved. Either he has children, you have children, or you both have children. So it begins, adapting. This can sometimes be a lengthy process as you have been raising your children with their father your way, and he has been raising his children with their mother  in their own way. So this all boils down to who is going to get along with who, how drastic is this change going to be, who will adapt, who won’t, who can over come the tension, the stress, the angry child, the ex’s, will this extended family succeed. Oh it just goes on and on. Just talking about it is exhausting, let alone living it out.

Now when you hit your 50’s and have to make adjustments, the kids are usually grown, grandkids are in the picture and yes parents still hope all the kids will get along. But they have homes of their own, so the tension if they don’t can be relieved at some point by everyone going to their own homesteads. Worst case scenario, they spend a few hours together, do their best to get along and then part ways, and off to their own homes they go until the next gathering. Then it’s just a repeat from that point, you adapt to that and carry on. Reality is, your not going to end your marriage, or relationship with the person you love because your grown kids can’t get along. If you do, apparently you may have bigger underlying issues.

Where am I going with this story? Well I am going to tell you……tomorrow. Yes this going to be a two parter. Stay tuned!

Hugs, Love, Peace and Roars,

Lion Queen

Fifties and only Beginning