Heaven Meets Hell on Fri-Yay Funday

Move heaven Virgil quote. If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell - ancient Roman philosopher and poet Virgil quote written on framed chalkboard royalty free stock images

Hi All,

Welcome to Fri-Yay Funday Collab post When Heaven Meets Hell!

Once every so often your path crosses with someone that you might never be friends with. You are from complete opposite sides of the coin, or are you? You can’t explain it but there is sheer delight in the irreverent, and light heartness of deep issues that the other person would say “It’s not that deep”. They make you laugh even though you might not comepletely get their “warped sense of humor” (no judgement there 🤣), or making fun of issues of importance. And they don’t get your esoteric heavenly ways. Men are from Mars and Woman are from Venus. We all know this is true. In this case, He is from Hell and I of course, am from Heaven. 🤣 🔥😇

Can they ever meet in the middle and find equal playing ground?

Step out of your box whereever you stand and have some light hearted fun. We’ve been locked up so long we may have begun to take ourselves too seriously.

Good And Evil, Angels And Demons

Hell 🔥:

Who are you?

Heaven: 😇

The age old question.

I am the wind beneath your wings

So, what’s a nice girl like me doing in a place like this hanging out with you?  I was minding my own business doing my job helping people mend their wings so they can fly again and then you came along. I have an important job being an angel and don’t have time for demented souls like you. It’s a full-time job turning damaged goods into worthy ones. And then word gets out that you are so good at it, you put your shingle out and call it heaven.  Floating in the clouds is fun for a while, wearing your white robe and Halo and drinking good wine.  Not rot gut thunderbird for me, I’ll leave that for you in the lowland.  I get the goblets out and say “drink, this is my blood and you will have eternal life and be free”.  

Everyone wants freedom but next thing you know they’ve drunk the life right out of you and you’re floating in the Red Sea. So you pour a little more so you can drown their sorrows and yours from the purgatory of YOU. It’s a thankless job but someone’s gotta do it and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be you. You sit in your solitary confinement, laughing the pee out of people, farting, making jokes, raking someone over the coals while you sharpen your horns and stick, ready with a swift prick. Oh to be a prick. Prick you. I just wanna be you for a day. Even Fairy Godmother’s need a time out. Their wings get tired and they get sick of nursing these poor souls back to life.

Who are you?

Hell 🔥:

I‘m Gottfried, your worst nightmare.

I think it’s great that people try to be you for a day. Sometimes I pretend to be normal but it gets boring so I go back to being myself. I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I don’t think being an adult is going to work for me. So the only way I will gladly swap bodies is if it’s with a kid. There’s nothing about being a kind old lady that appeals to me. Everyone comes to me for food and advice, two things I hate sharing above all. Why would I be inclined to give you food just because I’m old and motherly looking? Although if you want bad advice, you can catch me at the pub, I’ll be there all night long dishing it. The worst part is, you were born on a leap year, so I have to wait four years to celebrate my damn birthday? 

Heaven 😇:

I could never live in a shoe so I jumped to light speed so I  could never be old. A Genie in a bottle, my wish is your command but only once every 4 years.  The rest of the time I’m eternal youth, celebrating all year, cuz I’ll always be younger than you.  Young at heart, we agree there, but spending too much time in the pub eating grub, surely ages you more than anything else. Just ask your liver. Too many kids and animals so what else was I going to do, so I whine. If I go missing, look for me on a wine bottle. Don’t let my kids know though cuz they’ll drink every bottle and then I’ll never be found. But then maybe that’s not so bad.  Dust me off every 4 years and I’ll meet you at the pub but I’m not holding court with a bunch of drunks. I’ll never make it to 29 so I can’t waste my time.  

Hell 🔥:

I’ll be honest when I say that this sounds like the best way to live. What is a life worth living if it’s not on the edge? We’re here for a good time not a long time so we have to make the most of every second of the day. If you think nobody cares that you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments. If I ever get missing, please follow my kids. They can find me no matter where I try to hide. Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most. As the days draw to a close, I am constantly reminded of the insignificance of my existence. The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us. And that’s on period. 

Heaven: 😇

We finally agree.  No one makes it out alive so we may as well have a good time.  A long ride sounds like a road to nowhere.  Does anyone even know what day it is anymore?  Or should we care?!  As for me, I’m living on the back 9 with all of the comfort stations.  The grass is always greener, but be careful what you wish for and watch out for the dog poop.  Oops… My mama said there were gonna be days like these. We have to milk each moment for what it’s worth and not cry over spilled milk.  It’s all mind over matter.  If you don’t mind it doesn’t matter.  So no worries about losing yours.  The cow jumped over the moon, the little dog barked, the pig squealed and the kids ran away with the wine. 

Hell……………….?  Are you there? 

Heaven can wait;  What do you say?

Hell 🔥:

I’d say, that was a hella Fun Friday!!!

I wasn’t a fan in the 80’s when this came out but lots of my younger clients love it and it was so fitting for todays post.

I do hope you enjoy this collaboration! This is off the beaten path of my usual arena and it was soooo much fun. If you would like to see more of these please let me know and thanks as always for reading, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and remember if you don’t like it, the devil made me do it 🔥🤣!!!!




Yay, 1,000 Followers Thanks to You!

Woke up to this yesterday morning with a grateful heart.

Congratulations on getting 1,000 total follows on Unique Times!Your current tally is 1,001.

1,000 Follows!

1,000 followers begins with a single word and continues to flourish because someone believes in you and supports you. And that would be all of you talented writers, artists, photographers, friends, clients, etc. I am humbly grateful to ALL OF YOU for reading, commenting and sharing my work.

Thank you so much!!!!!

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When I saw that I was so close at the end of the year I was elated to finish strong with 1 k. It is symbolic of me staying true to my mission even when the world changes course and direction. It wasn’t a goal until 2 weeks ago when I realized I was coming close and Ero said ” It would be great way to finish the year at 1 k”. I reached out to a couple of followers who said “sure, reach out to a few of mine”. And the last one that said “I’d be happy to follow you and he said with one more you are at 1,000”. Thanks to Salsaworldtravelor. Always remember, last but not least is as important as first in line.

I can’t thank you enough for your support in getting to this milestone in blogging. I actually have 1025 followers counting email followers but they don’t count toward our numbers. Does anyone know why? Yes, another pet peeve I have with W.P. but this is no time to complain, just curious.

Yes, I’m on vacation but I just had to say how much I appreciate you all!

Hope you are enjoying the holidays! I haven’t played so many games in ages or stayed up so late. Good thing I took a break!!! I’ll need a vacation from my vacation when we all go our separate ways again but in the meantime, it’s a blast.

Love and Appreciation,




Fun thru Smiles and Miles

Fun isn’t always the big things we do and plan, it’s the cultivation of relationships formed and friendships born. When I pour my coffee or tea in the morning and come here to my site it warms my heart to find comments on my page from so many of you. I find myself thinking about you during the day and wondering how you are doing. I love hearing what your next amazing piece is and commenting on yours as well. It’s such a sweet exchange, that I’ve grown to look forward to.

Sometimes I’m lost in the W.P. abyss of trying to figure out how to fix something and some of you have been so awesome to help me navigate the W.P. maze. Thank you for that!!! Other times, I find out, some of you have the same issues as I do (misery loves company), so then I don’t feel so inadequate. When in doubt, blame it on W.P. 🤣 Hahaha!

Then there is someone who goes the extra mile and their comments are always so heartfelt on your page and somehow you develop a friendship, but can you really develop a real relationship on word press? My family says no and thinks I’m crazy and they don’t think I should be engaging as much as I do, but I’ve never listened to them, thankfully. Crazy, I might be; but in love and life, I choose to be me and I’ll take my chances.

So this is a little poem I made up about this special human being I have grown to know and love.

Once there was a woman from the U.S. who met a young man from India.
A chance meeting you’d say because they met on Word Press,
where everyone loves everone or so they say. 🤣🥰😊
They exchange comments; talk and zoom and discuss world affairs and habits.
He’s an engineer and she’s a yogini,
and their hours are such, that they should not have time.
She sips her wine and he drinks his whiskey and sometimes gets drunk,
racing cars and chasing after smart pretty woman.
He’s supposed to get “ringed” but she says why rush?”
They talk about caste and no sense can be made,
of this life that is tainted by greed, power and money.
He eats burgers and pizza and she lentils and rice,
such is the way of an international life.
How do you know if a friendhip is true?
I guess you never know,
but I know that I am grateful to him anyhoo.
He teaches me things, no one else would have the patience to.
Together they laugh and get down to brass tax,
because they don’t have much time,
before one of them will have to sleep.
So it’s good morning and good night!
What a perfect relationship!
We all should have one, because there’s no time to fight.

For me that someone is Kumar Harsh. I wanted to pay Kumar for his help getting my site changed but he would not take any money from me as he tells me I give him wisdom and support in his workouts, his food choices etc. I’ll never forget his comment when I said if I were 20 years younger, I could go for you and he respectfully said “If I may Cindy, I think of you more like my grandmother.” Arrow straight to the heart. Ouch! Lol. How did I get “old” (I still think I’m 20) so fast! So, I now refer to him as my Grandson. I am so grateful because my son won’t help me with W.P. because it frustrates him, my assistant can only do so much and I feel lost in the question que that doesn’t get answered right away.

Photo by Markus Spiske on Pexels.com

So this is to Kumar who I am so grateful to have in my life. I have had so much fun Zooming with him at God crazy hours, teaching me emojis, funny pictures, helping me get my Ukelele tuned, etc. We can lament over the injustices in the world and at home and laugh at the silliest things. I’m not sure what I have done for him but I am trying to fix him up and I have my eyes on some of you. Even though I don’t believe in arranged marriages necessarily, in this case I think my hunches are pretty good. He’s a little shy so you might need to reach out to him… just sayin, he’s available and too young to be thinking of marriage at the ripe ole age of 27 in my humble (which I never am) opinion.

When I shared the poem I wrote he said “what about the moon poem you were going to write?” I knew this very silly poem would never suffice, so I made this one for him to honor his poetry which could never compare to his, but is an attempt. I hope you like it Kumar and all of you do too.

The moon comes up deflecting the light of the sun,
Same hues different lighting,  
Colors so beautiful: one dark, one light…
Truth is all that matters when eyes shine bright,
I look in your eyes and you in mine,
And love exists no matter age, hair or skin,
Your spirits infinite wisdom, ignites my birth rite of fun,
As you come up, I go down,
As you let go, I let in,
Such is the gift of dreams coming through in colors and visions that inspire,
Giving hope for a another bright day.  

When there are never enough hours in a day to get all I need to get done finished, sometimes I think what the “hell are you doing texting or zooming with funny face emojis and stories”? However, when I laugh so hard I pee, I’m grateful for these moments where I’m free to be me and engage with my silly side, much to my families chagrin.

Please do see his website above and his new song he just featured playing the guitar.

Thank so much for reading, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing.
I am truly grateful for our interaction and friendship.





Don’t Confuse Net Worth W/ Self Worth

This piece was done by a dear friend / client of mine, Lynn Cornish and greets you upon entry of her home, welcoming visitors, to remind them of what matters most in life. Lynn lives in Portola Valley, California with her 2 dogs Ozzie and Bubba who are the light of her life. Lynn has been painting for 30 years and paints with 20 other artists in a warehouse in Redwood City, California. Her art is sometimes provocative, whimsical and always vivid and bright, capturing the essence of what happens on any given day.

Lynn with Ozzie and Bubba

This particular piece “Don’t Confuse Net Worth W/ Self Worth” is inspired by the area in which she lives in Silicon Valley, the dot com capital, where 1 % of the richest population resides. It could be easy to get swept away with power and greed but her message speaks to the heart, reminding us that truly Wealth is Health and not indicative of people’s contentment or happiness.

Lynn knows first hand that wealth does not equal health as her brother Robby suffered with mental illness all of his life. She tried for years to the best of her ability to help him with therapy, programs, housing, finances etc. He lived as rich a life as anyone could have with his serious condition of schizophrenia. He frequented thrift shops often and drove the car she gave him proudly and everyone knew him by name. He told many stories in lucid times and his favorite line was “It’s nothing to write home about” and laughter would fill the air. Everyone still laughs when they talk about this story and although I never met Robby, I feel as though I knew him by the stories that she and her brothers and sister in laws share when they get together in fond memory. Robby had an episode as is often the case with mental health issues that landed him in jail on a 5150 in March of 2015. I personally reassured Lynn that this was a good thing (I know first hand with family members that suffer from mental health issues) because he would now get the help he needed which is most often the case. She was trying to post bail because she was worried sick about him but sadly and tragically he was murdered in jail by his roommate who also suffered mental health issues on St. Patrick’s Day March 17th 2015.

Robert Anthony Hearn

Lynn makes generous donations to mental health organizations along with many other worthy causes.

Mental Health treatment, care and respect for each individual cannot be overemphasized in a world where 1 in 4 suffer from mental health issues and trauma. It does not discriminate and one never knows if or when one of us could be part of this percentage.

Lynn’s house reflects her fun loving, giving and vivacious personality that captivates everyone that comes in contact with her. Her walls are a gallery that infuse happiness and joy while looking at her art and her expansive view of the bay and majestic mountains.

Most days you will find her hiking the hills with the deer, turkeys and extraordinary wild life that are protected in her area.

Here’s Lynn‘s website if you want to check it out, just for fun. I am a HUGE fan and the lucky recipient of piece that hangs in my entry.

The one above is ear marked for another one of her friends but we are all battling her for it or urging her to make a lithograph for our homes as well. If you are interested in that please let her know.

This beautiy hangs in Lynn’s Dearest friend Wendy’s home
And this one in my entry

One day when working with Lynn I saw this in her garage and she said she was painting over it because she didn’t like it. I grabbed it so fast it would make your head spin and I LOVE IT. What’s more is my husband and I don’t agree on art at all AND WE BOTH LOVE IT!!! That speaks volumes!!!

A side angle view with Buddha standing guard

Look closely here…. no irreverence intended but even Buddha agrees this year has been F_____. Just keeping with the theme of things from last post. Lol!!!!

As always, thanks so much for reading, liking (if you do of course), commenting and or sharing. I’m most grateful for your time and kindness.

Here’s to our Wealth in Health with Love and Always Laughs,