Ten years later

It was ten years ago tonight that I had that cancerous tumor removed from my colon. The tumor that got so friendly with my left ovary and fallopian that they were excised as well. Casually reading over posts from years past I see a lot has happened and much has changed. Bear with me, some of this is old news, but I like lists.

  • broke up with Todd, who is still like a brother to me
  • my dad died (Feb. 4, 2010)
  • met and married Chris Anzalone (and took his last name) - in April we’ll celebrate our 6th anniversary
  • Chris went to rehab for alcohol
  • my cat, Lucy, died (Oct. 2011)
  • started getting migraines
  • Chris and I adopted two big adult boy cats at the ARL, Mr. Tibbs and Carew
  • my brother, Michael, got married
  • I started flying down to Nashville approximately 4x year as my mom’s health wavered
  • my BFF Mel got married in Philly to a fantastic fella, Jules
  • Todd moved to San Francisco and the band is no more
  • started taking annual vacations abroad with Chris (Paris, Madrid + Barcelona, Milan + Lake Como)
  • leased a Smart Car, had it for 2.5 years and then traded in for an electric Smart Car (the first one was named Buster, so the 2nd one’s name is Buster II, Electric Boogaloo)
  • my mom died (May 24, 2016)
  • held a memorial for mom in Nashville in September
  • I’ve gained about 50 pounds - clearly don’t go to the gym like I used to
  • finally got to see Duran Duran after all these years thanks to my best friend Melissa’s husband, Jules
  • Zack came back into my life when Todd got an allergic girlfriend

That’s all I can think of at this moment. When tallied as such, it doesn’t seem like a lot has happened, but there are some big events in that list. I’m a very different person than I was ten years ago, but mostly it doesn’t show on the outside. My attitude remains the same - always look at the bright side.

Boston Strong

I wanted to do something to help the victims of the Boston Marathon bombings.  I was born and raised in Nashville, TN,  but I have lived in Boston for 25 years, so I grew up here.  I consider myself a southern Northerner and I feel a very strong attachment to both cities.

I worked with Cory at Hatch Show Print to design a poster to sell and raise money for the One Fund.

What is Hatch Show Print?  You might not recognize their name, but you may recognize their unique style.  Hatch is a legendary letterpress design studio in Nashville, TN.

Boston Strong

“If you follow music, art, and culture of the American South, sooner or later you’re bound to run into the letters, images, and unmistakable “look” of Hatch Show Print.  We’re one of the oldest working letterpress print shops in America, and over the years our posters have featured a host of country music performers, ranging from Country Music Hall of Famers Hank Williams, Bill Monroe, and Johnny Cash to contemporary stars such as Garth Brooks and Wynonna, as well as posters for the Grand Ole Opry.

We’ve done it all without losing that irresistible appeal of turn-of-the-century Hatch posters, which were used to promote vaudeville, circus, and minstrel shows across the country.  There’s a reason why music lovers, Americana buffs, graphic arts collectors and designers, and commercial advertisers of all persuasions continue to turn to Hatch for inspiration.  We are, indeed, a tonic for the information age.”

Each print is an original artwork and was individually hand-printed and numbered 1-200.

Dimensions are 12″ wide x 20″ tall.

You can purchase them for $15 each and the net proceeds will go the One Fund.

Please use PayPal for payment - rooruth@gmail.com

If you are local we can work out logistics for getting the print to you.  If you aren’t local, I can ship it to you for another $7 - grand total $22.


I was going to say it’s been years since I wrote in here and treat it like hyperbole, but that would be wrong.  It has been years.  And years. Time to get back to writing.  I don’t know about you, but I need structure.  When left to my own devices I can waste time better than anybody.  Don’t argue with me on this.  Despite the fact I don’t play video games or solitaire, my ability to waste time is epic, baby.  Epic.

How?  In what ways am I capable of wasting time? Shall we start back in 1983 when I spent every waking moment thinking only of Duran Duran?  Sitting in my room and listening to their records while putting together giant scrapbooks of their pictures? Hours and hours and hours LOST. Hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars wasted on imported magazines and records and books…. I could have volunteered at an animal shelter, took Spanish lessons, practiced violin.  I could have learned a trade!  But no, I pissed the time away on bullshit.

Has anything really changed since then?  Sadly, not really.  I’m a chronic time waster.  What’s worse is that I endlessly kick myself about it.  Who is judging me on this besides me? Is it okay to waste time as long as you enjoy it?  An entire day can easily slip past me if I get on a cat video kick, which leads to other fun videos and other fun videos.  And I’ve been known to spend entire days reading and napping off and on getting up only to get a drink or go potty.  I shouldn’t be angry at myself about this.  Everyone deserves a day off that’s really a day off.

That said, I’d like to get off this uncharted desert of time on my hands.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to be someone who actually HAS time to waste if I want.  I don’t have children and that’s one of the reasons.  But I’d like to get back some of my good habits.  Like writing.

It starts here.  I have many lists to write and diatribes to go off on and updates to make.    After all, it has been years. 

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