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Gather ’round table

Loud laughter and stories told

Family visits…


And this happened yesterday. Two of my brothers and their kids joined my family for an afternoon of laughter and fun. A good time was had by all. This will most definitely be an annual event…

Reach out and gather your loved ones…


Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

Where have all the photo albums gone?

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So…the photo album…For decades a staple of the family room. Mom would show pictures of you when you were small to your date, and you would turn beet red and groan.

Before acid-free paper, images would fade over time. The tape or glue would become less effective, and the wayward photo or two would fall out of the picture book once it’s raised to eye level.

Now, this once loved method of preserving family history has been replaced with digital photography which requires no actual processing and printing. Gone are the days of pulling out a book to share portraits. Now you simply pull your phone from your pocket.

I believe photos have become less “real” as a result. Between cropping, editing, and filters, people don’t look as authentic as they used to in the albums. Seriously, do we always look that beautiful? And don’t get me started on selfies…

There are still a handful of people who stick to the authentic photo albums of yesteryear, but they are few and far between. I appreciate my mother for keeping this tradition alive in our family. How about in your family?


Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

The alley…

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The alley…Before I lived in Orlando, the alley didn’t hold much attraction for me. When I was a child in Arizona, the alley was where the garbage truck drove past to pick up our rubbish. In South Florida, it was overgrown with weeds, stored bikes, and yes, the aforementioned trash. But then I moved to a quaint neighborhood in Orlando, and my love of the alley took shape.

The Orlando alley was very well kept and open, offering a great play area for the neighborhood kids. After a few months, I observed that the moms gathered to not just supervise children but to visit and sip on some vino. Now I liked that idea…

So I joined the kids and the moms. At least a few times a week, we all ended up there. The kids played, the moms chatted, and we all formed what are turning into life long friendships.

Never underestimate the art of hangin’ out…


Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)



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If you grew to be precisely like me

would you feel joyful or sad?

Because with me comes many good things,

but are there attributes you’d perceive as bad?


Not anger, hostility, or a negative vibe;

I’m simply different than most.

But how shall we label the difference that’s there?

Is it a used car or a junker that’s toast?


We are very alike and two of a kind,

But with that comes some imperfections.

Together we combine to make one awesome person,

so don’t dare divide us into sections.


You are my child, my life, my other half,

and I’ll always be here for you.

Just please don’t allow the “if” to take over

or distort your personal point of view.


Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

Reach out…

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So you’ll have to deal with my occasional impulsive nature today.

Bottom line: Reach out! Whether it be to family, friends, or strangers.

Reach out! Make a call, send a note, set a plan.

Reach out! Share a meal, catch a drink, gather ’round.

Reach out! Play a board game, skype, connect.

Whatever works for you…

Reach out to those far and near.

Reach out to those you love or those you’d like to know better.

Reach out to those you see each day or those you rarely see.

Reach out…

Reach out…

Reach out…



Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)


Yes, I am actually going to write about my dog taking a piss…

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So this morning, I took my dog out as usual. I observed Lily do what she has done 1000 times before. She went on the neverending quest for somewhere to take a piss.

So what is with dogs searching and searching and searching and searching for just the right spot to take a piss? She sniffs, sniffs, sniffs, and sniffs…Then she turns, turns, and turns some more. She starts to squat, but wait…That’s not the right spot. So she takes a whiff, takes a whiff, and takes a whiff again. She circles, circles, and starts to squat, but NO!!! After repeating this ritual a half a dozen times she finally finds just the spot, she squats and finally takes a piss.

Many say this is all part of a dog marking its territory. Could you imagine if humans participated in this interesting practice? In the case of men, they wouldn’t be looking for a place to piss, but a way to mark their territory as far women are concerned.

Imagine a man in a bar, searching for a woman he fancied. After an exhaustive search, he finds the one for him. Rather than go up and talk with her, all he’d have to do is piss on her bar stool. That’s his way of saying to the other fellows, “Stay away, she’s mine!” Ladies, wouldn’t that be a fun way to meet your prince charming?

Due to our politically correct environment, I have an important question:

Have I offended you yet?

Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacici)


The dinner table…

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Gathering around the dinner table is a wonderful way to wrap up the day and reconnect as a family. But like any good thing, eating as a family is a habit. If you’re not careful, you’ll gradually abandon this valuable family time.

That’s what happened to us. Schedules just got in the way of making the family dinner a priority. Someone is working late, or has a sporting activity, or has an event to attend. Before we knew it, we were eating our meals scattered about the house.

The tipping point came when my daughter filled her plate and departed to her bedroom for dining. That did it…

So I decided the holiday season was the ideal opportunity to correct this wrong. Christmas Eve came, we set the table, and broke bread as a family. The conversation flowed and the laughter was infectious. And the party continued as we cleared the table and did the dishes…together.

It was a repeat performance on Christmas night, and everyone agreed that enjoying meals as a family needed to be the norm and not the exception. So here we are on December 26th with a plan to dine again this evening at one table. Sure, we may occasionally find ourselves eating in shifts, but our new plan is that anyone present at meal time should meet at the dining room table.

Come and get it…

Stay groovy…


(Copyright 2018 Susie Krivacic)