WHOA! It's Been A Whole Year?!.

Well.....here I am...dipping my toe into this water...again, and I'm not sure exactly where it's going after that. 

So many things have happened since I lived, breathed, wrote, shared and put my heart and soul into this place.  This blog, my own little corner of the world, started at one place, and ended somewhere entirely different.  I loved every single twisty little turn. 

Then social media took over.  Let's face it, it really is a fast way to connect with other people and keep up with their daily lives.  The problem is, it's not really a connection, as much as it is a fly-by.  It's much easier to post a picture with a small caption or quip than it is to have to tap into your creative side and paint the wordy picture of the thoughts and moments you wish to share. 

I've also had life changing events happened in the past year which, out of necessity, forced me to push the writer, funny, creative sides of me, to the end of the line. Although I love fun and spontaneity; change, grief and loss are 3 things this Dutchess doesn't do well, and it has been a long, blue season. 

However, I think I'm finally seeing a light...a realization that I like to write...I need to write.  Writing has always been in my bones...in my soul.

I'm not sure where this is going, but I do know that I am entering the next chapter of life, of this blog, and with a deeper understanding of myself, the ones I love, and the world. 

I'm not always going to be funny, but I am going to bring back "We Snapped", which I will explain at a later time.  I'm also thinking about bringing "Reflecions From A Bathtub" back once a month too.  I think you will still see you're crazy, wild,  Dutchess and her stories of her Royal Family, but I hope you also get to see, know and like, the other sides of her too. 

Mostly, I just want to write again, ad I sure hope you all come along for the ride, but no pressure, either way m'kay?

Now, I have to go, I'm late for my bubble bath and wine.

Our Kingdom Is In Mourning

There is no funny here today, my friends.

It is with a heavy heart, troubled mind and tear stained cheeks that I come to tell you that The Royals lost a member of our family last night.

Our sweet HOUSE MOM was taken from us far too early.  I refuse to say she lost her battle with cancer, because she fought harder than anyone I have ever known.  I believe she simply ran out of time.

This one hurts, and even though we knew she was living on borrowed time, we are all stunned, numb, and devastated.

Go HERE to see how this beautiful woman came into our lives.

Go HERE TO SEE WHO THIS WOMAN WAS AND HOW SHE TOUCHED SO MANY LIVES.

Go HERE TO LEAVE HER FAMILY LOVE.  This damn disease took her from a loving husband and 2 precious little boys.

I hate this motherfucking disease.  I hate everything it does to the individual and their family and friends.

RIP sweet Kelly.  You will be so very missed.

Go, right now, hug your loved ones, tell them you love them.  Then, say a prayer, send a thought, or just hold Kelly's family in your heart.

~Until Next Time~
xoxo

Six Days Ago

Steph at Babes Rocking Miami sent out a call for help. Will you all respond?

One of the most horrendous things that could ever happen to a family, happened. No Mother, Father, Grandparent, family should ever have to go through something like this....

THORNTON, Colo. -- A 1½-year-old boy was run over and killed in the driveway of an in-home day care Thursday afternoon.

Thornton police said they found the boy suffering from severe head trauma in the driveway at 9221 Jackson St. at 4:42 p.m. The child, identified as Riley Lawyer, was pronounced dead at a local hospital.

The owner of the day care, 34-year-old Robyn Miller, was backing out of her driveway when she struck the child, said Thornton police spokesman Matt Barne. Miller was going to pick up some other kids and she thought she had loaded all the children into the vehicle, but obviously missed Riley, Barnes said.

As she was backing out, she knew she ran over something but she did not know what she hit, police said. When she got out she found Riley underneath the vehicle.

"She drove physically over the child. The child was not pinned," Barnes said.

Police said drugs or alcohol are not suspected in the accident.

Miller is "devastated," Barnes said.

The boy's mother was driving from work, on her way to pick up her son, when the accident happened, his family members said.

My grandson is the very same age, and I just cannot imagine. I know it's Christmas time, and we are all strapped for cash, busy, and more busy. However, if everyone of us could send just ONE dollar, we can make a difference for this family struggling to deal with the unthinkable.

Click the button for more information.


If you don't use Paypal or your credit cards on the Internet, you can mail your donation directly to the bank that has a memorial fund set up at the following address...

Riley Daniel Lawyer Memorial
Wells Fargo Bank
9828 GRANT ST
Thornton, Colorado 80229

Think of your children, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, or any other child you love. Then think of how you would feel should the unthinkable ever happen.

My Christmas wish is to stuff the donation box until it overflows. If you just can't donate, maybe you can send a card or short letter. Just something to let them know they are not alone, and that we all are grieving their loss.

Thank you lovers. Thank you so much.

Bad Blogger, Hari Kari, and The Holidays

I'm aware of the lack of new and entertaining posts around here.

I'm aware that I haven't been a good blog friend. You all deserve much more than the drive by post viewing with no comment left behind that I've been doing.

All I can say is, I'm sorry. Internet, I love you, and hate neglecting you.

I wish I could promise that I will be fresh, charming, witty, and pee your pants funny with new posts EVERY SINGLE DAY!

But I can't. I'm crazy busy this time of year. In addition to my regular schedule, there are a shit load of Christmas parties to attend, gifts to purchase, a Christmas Day open house to ready for, baking, cooking, drinking, and eleventy-thousand presents to wrap.

Throw in an early blizzard, wind chill factors (that have me seriously thinking those global warming people are all smoking fucking crack), and my baby sister having heart surgery after a mild heart attack on Saturday.

Do you know what you get? A Dutchess that barely has time for a good shit and hot shower, that's what.

I doubt life will slow down until I've been driven over the goddamn edge and committed hari kari with the fucking scotch tape after the holidays.

Unfortunately, that means that you all will have to put up with this sporadic mediocrity and more drive by's for a couple more weeks.

However, I will make it up to you all at the party, and buy you a pretty pink pony, for being so patient.

What party?

Well.... Do you want to party like a rockstar Royal on New Year's Eve? Of course you do! (If not, you are a fuckstick)

Here is your chance. GO HERE RIGHT NOW . You will find all of the details and what not's. It's going to be a huge blow out full of drunken mayhem and debauchery. You don't want to miss it.

Blow OUT, asshats, not blowjob. .. jeeze!

Until next time, lovers...

Real Live Woman

I love being the Dutchess, honestly. Dorkville is where I let my creative mind have an outlet. It's a place to share the wacky stories of my freak magnet filled life, a place where I can be a member of the outrageous Royal Family, and have a blast doing it.

However, underneath the Dutchess, is a real live woman. This real live woman has dents, dimples and flaws. I need an outlet for my real life too. I thought about creating another blog just for that, but then decided that was too much fucking work. This is my place, this is where I belong, and thus, this is where I will continue to write.

Most of the time, I will be the Dutchess you all know, love and have become dependant on for your daily guffaw. However, sometimes, just sometimes, you are going to get the real live woman. Today is one of those times.

I was diagnosed with serious clinical depression (among other things) years ago. For the most part, I have it under control. This time of year is particularly tricky to navigate as the days are shorter, the skies are greyer, and I'm cooped up in the house because of the harsh upper Midwest winters. It's cold and we got our first real snow of the season Friday and Saturday.

Lately, it's been hard to find my funny, to see the vibrant colors of life, and to find simple joy. I don't want to do anything except read, sleep, and stay in my pajamas. I have no energy to do anything.

I sit here tonight staring at a naked Christmas tree, and I honestly have no desire to decorate it. I have no desire to bake, shop, wrap presents, or whip the house into a Christmas wonderland.

But, tomorrow is another day and with each new day comes a new chance.

PS. I will continue to protect my identity be remaining the Dutchess. There are good reasons for that and one day, I may share them with you.


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