Goooooooooood Morning, Monday!

I can't help but say it like Robin Williams.  The initial shock of his death has subsided.  I don't know why I took it so personally.  I didn't personally know RW.  His wife(wives) were not not buddies.  I tried (painfully, I might add) watching his recent sitcom.  Note to aging actors: if you want a successful sitcom, call Betty White!!  She's your girl.  I don't care what she does, she is hilarious.  My new favorite show is Hot in Cleveland. She makes it.  And of course I continue to watch The Golden Girls reruns at night.  I remember watching the show a little bit in my younger days but let's face it, now that I AM the age of their characters, it is so much funnier.  I'm not ready to join the Red Hat Society, though (they just look silly, but who knows, you might see me walking down the street in a red hat and purple bathing suit....then you'll know it is time to commit me!).  But I digress AGAIN!

RW's death hit many of us right between the eyes because he seemed to have his poop together.  Of course I didn't "follow" him on Twitter or People magazine.  Actually I didn't realize he had a drug problem...or if I did...I forgot.  It seems hard to be in Hollywood and NOT have a drug problem.  I can't imagine pushing my child into it, but when we hear of child stars "firing" their parents as their business partners,...well, I guess some do.

And RW was a child (relatively) when he broke into the show biz scene.  Happy Days.  Who doesn't remember Mork from Ork making his appearance and wham....his own show?  Those of us in our teens, DID grow up with RW.  We watched him grow, mature, and become the caring individual.  The pensive RW picture that everyone is showing is definitely NOT the person we are used to seeing.  There is sadness behind those eyes....almost as if he was saying "if you only knew me."

In my youth I remember my friends saying to me "Your dad is so funny; is he this way all the time?"  Yes, my Dad was an entertainer and loved life, but he was not "on call" 24-7.  His job was stressful.  He cut loose on weekends and was able to leave his work behind and enjoy his family and friends then.

I guess I bring this up because we all have skeletons we'd prefer not to show.  I truly believe we lie to ourselves and others if everything is a party.  We all need someone to talk to; to let our hair down and say "this is me."  Love me or leave me.  God created us to be in community with one another.  My prayer is you have a community.

So here's the awful truth.  I've been busy taking care of everything else other than my diet plan.  What?  you ask.  HA, I say.  This is the reality I call the Strawberry Patch.  2 steps forward....3 steps back.  Back and forth.  Yes and no.  Positive and negative.  Well, you get the see-saw idea....up and down.  Thank God, I have a new day; a new week; a new month to try, try again.

Unfortunately I must sign off as Strawberry.....50 pounds to go.  Just keeping it real.