Murdo Girl…Put on your good dress queenies

It got a little crazy here today..figuratively and literally. When you’re losing it, the Brick House is the best place to go right?


I thought we’d do a little reminiscing about all the places MG took us last year. Let’s see..was it 1978 or 2016? I guess it doesn’t matter. It was a whole lot of fun for this Murdo Girl.

Lav’s next. Yeah..she has to sing on the blog. She doesn’t know it yet, but I know she’ll do it. I’m not sure, but I think she can carry a tune.

I promise, this will be the last time for me this year..whatever year it is.

I gotta get some older pics in here

I gotta have a pic of the Brick House. I heard they had a great party there New Years Eve. “Put on your good dress Queenies..Put that crown hat on your head.”


Murdo Girl…Watch me Now..take 124


We arrived home from Galveston just as darkness was creeping over the land. We packed up what we needed for the night, grabbed the dogs, (put a towel over the cat’s head so she wouldn’t freak out on the way to the house), locked up our rolling house, and settled back into the house that stays in one place. Then we took a deep breath just as you are now. Everything else can wait until tomorrow to be transferred.

We’re almost home girls


I said “Watch me Now” Lav!!

I was determined to wrap-up the rap everybody is holding my feet to the fire to perform, so I figured out a way. We are going to suffer through this rap if it’s the last thing I do as the self-appointed Murdo Girl. (That may be overstating the worst case scenario for me, so forget the “last thing I do as MG” part.) The only problem was, I didn’t bring any of my crowns in. I had packed every single one of them for the trip. You would think I would have had one laying around here somewhere, but I didn’t. I was happy to see my new T shirt in the mail. It has a crown on it so I forged ahead.


They call me Mellow Yellow..That’s my song

As you view this exceptional display of talent, try to remember this whole thing got started because I can’t sing. Val was trying to help me participate in the karaoke NYE/birthday party at the Jamaica RV park in Galveston. I did perform the rap along with 3 friends, but there was a recording snafu, and at a karaoke party, there are no rap do-overs. So here you go. I have performed.


“Watch me Now”

Written by Valerie Halla and rapped by sometime rapper and full-time   Murdo Girl

This is Val/Lav..If you ever need a rap song, she writes them. She likes to hang out with the stars.

Murdo Girl…A moment in time

New Years Day

This was our last day in Galveston. Tomorrow we head for home. All the RVers spent the day relaxing and watching football. Dallas lost, but I teared up when Tony Romo came in the game and threw a long pass for a touchdown. You could see by the look on his face that he really needed that moment of success. It felt good to do what he loves to do if only for a brief few minutes. It’s those moments that feel right, and feel good that keep us engaged in our own lives. It can be a personal achievement or seeing someone else experience one of those joy filled moments. I’ve discovered, as many others have, that it doesn’t matter how old or young we are, life should be lived. The gift of each day should be respected and treasured. It’s not always easy to keep that thought.

wp-image-1771926112jpg.jpgThe older I get, the more I hear, “We’re not getting any younger.” The point we’re supposed to get is it’s now or never time. Get out the old bucket list and start marking things off. The truth is, you can get as much joy from spending an evening sharing a potluck meal and visiting with friends, as you can from dining at an expensive restaurant.

It’s all relative to where we are in life. I have lived through some really tough times as I’m sure most of you have. I know I will have to live through more difficult and sad times, just as we all will, but I’ll also have those moments like Tony did today. As I read the wonderful comments on the blog and the birthday wishes from all of you, I felt so much joy. It was a great way to start the New Year.

Tonight, I will think about other good times, like this evening spent with new and old friends. We all talked about our kids and grandchildren, told funny stories and reminisced about where we grew up and the things we’ve enjoyed. In an atmosphere like that, one topic of conversation leads to another, and it’s usually the good times we’re reminded of. Because we were all camping and within walking distance of each other, it made getting together easy, plus nobody was thinking they should be doing the laundry or mowing the lawn.

After all the fun stuff from over the past several days, I don’t want to wax philosophical too much or bring anybody down, so I will leave you with this poem.

Independence Day 


I went outside to get some air. My day had done me in.

No matter how much or hard I tried, I just couldn’t win.

I had a cold, my car broke down, and I was truly busted.

I was too sick to go to work. My thoughts could not be trusted.

The air conditioner didn’t cool and it was hot as Hades.

My husband left me high and dry and went off chasing ladies.

As I sat there on the stoop, something shiny caught my eye.

There was a festive kid’s parade about to pass me by.

I saw a small red wagon.. pulled by a horse no less

And in a chair there sat a Queen. She wore a long red dress.

She waved with one hand, and held on tightly with the other.

The little chair slid back and forth, first one way then another.

I guess the other kids were close enough to help the regal Queen.

They marched along and each child’s smile was as bright as I have seen.

A tiny marching majorette proudly led the way

As we were all reminded it was Independence Day.

I watched the little Queen travel up the gravel road.

She turned her head to look at me and understanding flowed.

It was then I realized the shine that caught my eye

Was from a homemade tinfoil crown atop a head held high.

I never have forgotten though it happened long ago.

She looked at me as if to say, ” You’re stronger than you know.”


Murdo Girl…Happy New Year from me… and Mariah

I hope all of you reading this post are enjoying this first day of a brand new year. 2016 was a year I will continue to relive as long as this, now 65-year-old brain will let me… and the best thing is, I won’t have to embellish one bit. It was magical because of all of you.

You might be wondering about the title of this post. When we got back to the RV last night, we turned on the TV to check out what was happening in New York. We watched the ball drop at 11:00 p.m. at the NYE/birthday party, but didn’t catch much of Mariah Carey’s performance. It sounds like she experienced a lip syncing snafu. Her comment as she walked off the stage was, “It doesn’t get any better than this.” I don’t think she meant it.

My experience, and later remarks, were heartfelt to say the least. The Moody Queens..let’s see, how can I say this? Well, let’s just say “Watch me Now” was right up there with the performance of the night. After a little bit of a rocky start, we finished on a “high note.” Everybody was watching except the cameraman.

I only stomped my feet and pouted for a little while. You have no idea how badly I wanted to show all of you the fun and funny rap song Cousin Val wrote for me. My team of volunteered singers were such good sports, and Ron Spahlinger, the real talent of the night, did his best to support our efforts. Thank you to Ron, his wife Barbara, Linda Goode and Bev Hartenbach. Bev and Linda each sang beautifully later in the evening.

All is not lost my friends. I sang again later too. I performed my old standby, “I’ve got Heartaches by the Number.” (An old Ray Price tune.) Two people recorded it for me and as soon as I get it downloaded, I will ready it for your enjoyment. You WILL enjoy it, or at least say you did okay?

Meanwhile, here are a few pictures of our glorious, fabulous, and fun New Years Eve and my 65th birthday celebration.

It’s all good and best of all, I’m now eligible for medicare. I hope you are having a great day with family and friends. We are going to enjoy a long walk on the beach followed by dinner with our camping family.













Heartaches by the number, sung by Murdo Girl. There was a lot of background noise. Apparently some weren’t impressed. They talked amongst each other and took the opportunity to visit the restroom.