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My journey

When I graduated from high school in 1982, I wanted to get in my car and travel across the country. I wanted to go down back roads to small towns and meet the fascinating people of the towns. Everyone has a story, I wanted to hear yours. In the end, I wanted to write a book about the people I met and the stories I was told. I was young and broke and I planned on sleeping in a tent or in my car and working my way across the country doing odd jobs.

Life got in the way…

I got married at the age of 19, had my first son at the age of 22 and my second son at 26. I divorced their dad when I was 31 and raised my boys alone. I’m not complaining, we have had a fantastic time, and I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. (Well, let me think on that one…) Basically, between marriage, children, divorce, children, business and children my dream remained just that, a dream.

A year ago, life was put into prospective for me with the mighty “C”. I had malignant melanoma, the deadliest form of skin cancer. I had an egg size portion of my leg cut out, and so far so good. I realized then just how short life is. You don’t get this year, month, day or minute back, and I damn sure don’t take any of it for granted now.

I posted on my facebook page about my dream of traveling and I had an overwhelming response to the post from my friends. I realized it was time to turn my dream into a reality. The ball was put into motion and here I am today. By the time I leave next March, I will be just two weeks shy of turning 48. That means this has been a dream for 30 years. Dreams never die.

The posts I have written so far are to give you an insight as to whom I am, how I think, what I do and love. When my journey begins, and I hit the road the stories will be about the people I meet and the stories they tell. I will be posting videos also. I will continue to share my life with you but, this journey as all about your life.

I encourage you to join me on this journey by subscribing and joining the site. And hey who knows, I might meet you down the road!

This is my journey…

This will be my last post on this site. I hope you will continue to follow me at;


Nanette Cole


Slowin it down.

Life is not a race to be won but, a journey to be enjoyed.

I have shared with you in an earlier post that I am/was always in a hurry. When the boys were young it was, “hurry up and eat”, “hurry up and get dressed”, “hurry up! We are going to be late”. I was always in a hurry. I hurried right through their childhood. Yesterday I had a party for my baby who turns 21 on Tuesday. As I sat back and watched him, I wondered where the time went. 21 years, poof!

I remember turning 21. I was married, and my father-in-law bought my second Bischon Frise, Barrett. I was shocked because they aren’t cheap dogs. That seems like a million years ago, and now my baby is 21 and will be moving to Colorado. I’m happy for him.

I am not a fan of making New Years resolutions. To me, they set you up for failure. I don’t know of one person that has ever kept their resolution. I actually made two this year and I made them before the end of last year. I was going to slow down, and keep a daily journal. Slowing down has been the hard one but, I have thoroughly enjoyed these past five months. I’m not in a hurry anymore and have developed the “I don’t give a damn” attitude. The journal writing was pretty lame in the beginning with the,” today I did…” Now it is a collection of short stories, and I love writing in it. I think it will be fun to look back at it in years to come.

Slowing down has had a positive impact on me. I don’t have to step on the break when I see a State Trooper on the interstate anymore because I am going the speed limit. (Or maybe just a couple over). Time is no longer an issue with me. It will get done when it gets done. If I have promised you something by a certain date, trust me, you will have it by that date. But remember, I have also allowed enough time to get it completed and not be in a hurry.

The only thing I am in a hurry to get completed right now is my site. And the only reason I am in a hurry is because I have already sent out sponsorship letters directing them to the site and it is not completed. It also is not in my control, and I like being in control. It should be up and running today, and I am keeping my fingers crossed. If there were something I could do to get this completed, I would.

The journey I am about to embark on will be a true test of slowing down. With no interstate, or as little interstate as possible, and the small-town atmosphere being my focus, I will be enjoying a slower paced life and a simpler time. I smile every time I think about this.

So my friends, I wish you enough, and enjoy the ride! Life is a journey.

This is my journey…

Come on already!

I knew it would be a hot summer when I was able to have my windows open on February 15th. Yesterday the temp got up to 100 with a heat index of 105. This is the beginning of June, and I am glad this is my last summer in Alabama. I will be in the North in the summer and the South in the winter for the next five plus years.

Has the weather been crazy this year or do we just forget what happened last year? I remember in 2008 we had the worst drought I remember in the 31 years I have been here. One hundred year old trees died. Grass and bushes were dead. Creeks dried up and the lakes were down so much you could walk from the edge, past your now dry dock, and out a hundred feet past your dock before you got to the water. Boating was done very carefully that year if you could even get your boat in the water.

The next May Montgomery saw the worst flooding in their history. I was driving back from a client’s home, down the Atlanta Hwy and passing Frazer UMC when I realized the water was rising fast. There was a car in the parking lot with water up over the tires. I had never seen that here. It was raining so hard my windshield wipers could not keep up. Atlanta Hwy was now flooded and my idiot self kept driving. When I got back to the store, we all stood at the front windows looking out in amazement. Water was running down the street like a river. The ponds leading to my place were overflowing and covering the roads, and if memory serves me right, we ended up getting just over 10 inches of rain in four hours.

What is with all the tornadoes this year? I heard that Massachusetts got hit with one yesterday. This year has been the deadliest year for tornadoes since 1950 with Alabama having the largest death toll of 243 confirmed. Missouri had 139, Tennessee 33, Mississippi 31 and 24 in North Carolina. “Tornado Alley” which is Oklahoma and Kansas had 12 and 3. Yea, things are getting crazy!

The number of earthquakes this year has totaled 1340 so far, and that is magnitudes of 5.0 and higher. Japan had the highest magnitude of 9.0 and a total of 13 earthquakes with a magnitude of 5.0 or higher. Tornadoes you get warned about, earthquakes just happen. Last year there was 2098 magnitude 5.0 or higher earthquakes, and I hope this does not get topped this year.

The weather is undeniably changing, and not for the better. I don’t know if we can do anything about it or if there are just too many humans occupying the planet and using up all of the natural resources. I can only imagine how it will be when I start having grandchildren, and they grow up. “These are the good ‘ole days!”

Gettin my groove back!

The hardest part about going to the gym is going to the gym.

I joined the gym again after a year and something off. It is shocking to me how fast you can lose muscle mass, and how long it takes to get it back. Any trainer will tell you that muscle has memory. My muscles have dementia. I am not complaining thought, I deserve it.

So here is my routine:

I get up at 4:13 am (because that is my birthday)

I Leave the house at 5:00 am

I walk/run on the treadmill at a 5% incline at a speed of 4.2 – 5 for a 20 minute warm-up. You don’t start burning fat until after the first 20 minutes. Doesn’t seem fair to me, but that is what they (trainers) say.

I then get on the Elliptical or Arctrainer for another 15 – 20 minutes. My resistance is not that high right now. I’m just trying to stay on the thing at this point. I remember the days when I stayed on the Archtrainer for 45 minutes at a level 8! Memories…

Then the weights:

Sunday – Shoulder, Abs
Monday – Chest, Abs
Tuesday – Biceps, Abs
Wednesday – Back, Abs
Thursday – Triceps, Abs
Friday – Legs, Glutes, Abs

I have chosen to do one main muscle each day for time purposes. I get to focus on this one muscle, several different ways. I do each exercise for three reps and then on to the next one. I do three to four different exercises for each part except on Fridays. Fridays are my favorite, LEGS! I don’t work on Fridays, so I can spend more time at the gym on this. I end up doing eight different exercises for my legs. They need the most work!

For all of you Android or iPhone people, I have found an app, “Jefit”. I have several exercise apps on my phone, but this one seems to be the most complete. You can set it up on your computer and sync it to your phone. It keeps up with what I have done, what ones I didn’t complete the reps on, and my progress. It also gives you a countdown to the next exercise. It also has animation for the different exercises. I find that most helpful. You can also enter custom exercises.

OK, now onto the guys at the gym. Men say women are vain, HAHAHAHA! Go to the gym! I don’t think I have EVER seen so many men/boys looking at themselves like this before. They will actually walk from one end of the gym to the other while looking at themselves the whole time in the mirror! I do end up chuckling a little bit because I have yet to see one women check themselves out in the mirror. I don’t want to see myself in the mirror.

I do agree that working out makes you feel better. I know I don’t look any better, but I do feel better. You even walk a little differently. Not sure why. Maybe a little more self-confidence? I love the muscle aches also. At least I know I am doing something. Last week actually wore me out, and one night I was in bed by 7:45. I have been sleeping better than I have in a long time, and forgot just how good that felt. I have thought again about getting my personal training certificate so I can add that to the things I can do. Ya never know…

It is what it is

Today is my Grandmother, Vivian Walker’s birthday. She is 100 years old and I wish she was still here. She died September 9th, 2010 after a nine week illness. She was one of those people who you just always expected to be there. And now she isn’t. I miss her terribly.

Grandma was born May 27th, 1911. That means she was alive when the Titanic sank and Crisco shortening was invented. New Mexico became our 47th state, and the first coast-to-coast paved highway opens. The 10,000,000th Model T-Ford was assembled, and the first TV station opened with 10,000 viewers. The first electronic computer was invented. She was alive during World War One, The Great Depression and World War Two. She saw 18 presidents take office. She got to see her 11 grandchildren come into this world and 13 great-grandchildren.

Two things she always said were, “okee dokee” and “it is what it is”. I tend to end my phone conversations with “okee dokee” and don’t realize it until I say it to my Aunt Marlene, she laughs and says it back.” It is what it is” has several different meanings to me.

I have had a book for the past several years that is a book for your Grandmother to write in. It is a book of her stories about her life. I never took it her to write it. I regret that. Grandma was a funny woman. I remember when I was 4 or 5 years old I asked her what was for supper and she said, “Shit on a stick”. My sister and I skipped up and down the sidewalk saying, “We’re having shit on a stick! We’re having shit on a stick!” It was Hungarian goulash.

Grandma could cook! Lucky for me, I got that gene. I love to cook also. She taught me how to make pie crust from scratch, how to roast a perfect turkey and make a mouth-watering roast. She made the best German potato salad you have ever tasted. I think I will make that this weekend.

She lived in the same house on 76th street for as long as I can remember. It was a two bedroom, one bath home with a basement. The livingroom, kitchen, her bedroom and bath were on the main floor. The second bedroom was upstairs and then there was the basement. I remember thinking the curtained off area behind the washer and dryer was scary. To this day I still think it is scary! That is where the boogyman lives. The basement is where food was laid out at Christmas, buffet style. Everyone gathered at Grandma’s house.

Grandma never drove; she never had a driver’s license. She either took the bus, walked or one of her nine children took her to where she wanted to go. I remember walking home with her one evening after work and it was cold. She wore a pair of black snow boots with fake fur around the top. Told you my Grandma was cool. Even she rocked the boots with the fur!

We all think our Grandma is the best but, I know for a fact that mine is. I love you very much Grandma and miss you tremendously!

Just enough.

Yesterday I received an email, and I took it to heart. It read;

Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport.  They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, ‘I love you, and I wish you enough.’

The daughter replied, ‘Dad, our life together has been more than enough..  Your love is all I ever needed.  I wish you enough, too, Dad.’

They kissed and the daughter left.  The Father walked over to the window where I was seated.  Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.  I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, ‘Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?’

‘Yes, I have,’ I replied.  ‘Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?’..

‘I am old, and she lives so far away.  I have challenges ahead and the reality is – the next trip back will be for my funeral,’ he said.

‘When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, ‘I wish you enough.’  May I ask what that means?’

He began to smile.  ‘That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.  My parents used to say it to everyone…’  He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. ‘When we said, ‘I wish you enough,’ we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them…’  Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more…

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

He then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.


To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH.

Just enough, that’s all we need. The desire of wanting more has made this country great. The desire of wanting more has put this country in a financial crisis. It’s the wanting more than enough that drives us to work harder and achieve higher goals.

Money is the number one argument in a marriage and the biggest reason we quit a job for a better paying one. Because we want more.  Why can’t we be happy with just enough? This is a concept I have been working on for myself for the past year.

I now have just enough space to be content. It’s all I need. I have just enough clothing to get me through any occasion. I have just enough food to sustain me and I have just enough kitchen “stuff” to get the job done. I am happy. There isn’t anyone I am trying to impress and quite frankly, I don’t give a damn. I will be downsizing even further as the months go by, and I figure out what I NEED to get the job done, and what I just WANT to have. The “wants” will be stored or given away.

Life is a journey, and it is a journey I plan on enjoying as much as I possibly can. The stuff does not make me happy and never has. It’s the stuff that holds you back. I have just enough, and to my friends, I wish you just enough also!

This is my journey…


It is said, “pride cometh before the fall”, and that is true. Wikipedia’s definition is this,

Pride is an inward directed emotion that exemplifies either a high sense of one’s personal status or ego (i.e., leading to judgments of personality and character) or the specific mostly positive emotion that is a product of praise or independent self-reflection. Philosophers and social psychologists have noted that pride is a complex secondary emotion which requires the development of a sense of self and the mastery of relevant conceptual distinctions (e.g., that pride is distinct from happiness and joy) through language-based interaction with others.[1]Some social psychologists identify it as linked to a signal of high social status.[2] One definition of pride in the first sense comes from St. Augustine: “the love of one’s own excellence”.[3]In this sense, the opposite of pride is either humility or guilt; the latter in particular being a sense of one’s own failure in contrast to Augustine’s notion of excellence.

We are all prideful in one area or another. I know my pride has gotten in the way of certain things in my life. My pride kept me in a bad marriage. I didn’t want to fail, so I stayed longer than most people would have. It was my pride that made me hang on to a job that I hated. Because of my pride, I built a house I didn’t need, I just wanted. My pride has caused me to buy cars that were way too expensive.

Pride will keep us in unfavourable situations because we don’t want anyone to know what is really going on. I know too many people in this position, and I do understand it. I have been there myself. Everyone wants to be excepted, wanted and needed. I don’t know why we are like this. Is it the way we are brought up?

Pride cometh before the fall. I hope I don’t fall anymore. Maybe I have finally learned my lesson. I’ll keep you posted!