My Missing Time...Letter

Hi  Friends,

Everyone deserves to know my reason for disappearing on this blog.  I have not felt like writing  and hope everyone will understand. My time in Florida was both wonderful and challenging.


We all have lived in a fantasy land of wanting to believe that something is true and find out otherwise. This revelation can be very pointed and poisonous.  My reason for going to Florida was to complete a promise made to my Father before his death. It has been completed and did my part to follow his wish.

I had the opportunity to meet some great new friends,have wonderful experiences and enjoy the beach. Watched the Blue Angels fly overhead almost everyday. The year opened many doors and dead bolted some that needed to be locked. Thank you for understanding my MIA routine and looking forward to writing again.

Kind Regards,

Robyne xoxoxoxox

The Beauty of Wal-Mart and Reality Shows

The site  People of Walmart displays a real example of the American population to the world. On the site, people share the photos of “OMG did they really look like that” pics . This has made the website a lot of  money and people everywhere feel  a little better about themselves.

 On my recent trip to Wal-Mart, I briefly thought, maybe I should dress up and change out of my house cleaning clothes. Nope, I went as is, looking less than an advertisement in a magazine. It is ok, everyone else did too.

You walk in the door to pick up a few things and leave with a basket full. The price is worth the pain. This is why we return over and over again. We are paying lower prices for a reason,look around  the store, you quickly get the concept. You shop here because  it is cheaper,not less expensive,cheaper. There is a difference. The displays cost less, racks less, and they pay the staff less. Not a bad deal ,millions do it everyday around the world. In other words, you help yourself.

You can even check yourself out but would miss one of the best perks,the magazines. The covers scream "read me" while the kids in front of you pitch a fit  for candy. They make an easy distraction from the whining. Thank You Wally- World for this freebie. It is complimentary, due to wonderful efficacy of your many talented cashiers. I am sure they are great people, but a lot of them need a new job, somewhere.  Yes, there are times when everyone is thankful we don't have "that job". It happens about the time we pass though  the exit door with a grocery cart. Enough of that and back to the magazines......

 They are designed to share the knowledge of anything with the world at the turn of a page. Catch up with the Kardashians, new fashions and  find out who is cheating on whom. As a society we  love following anything that makes our lives appear more interesting or fun.

Within five minutes of snooping, you can make a list of people whose family you don’t want to be in and everyone to feel sorry for. Are they really getting divorced and she only gets 12.million for a settlement?  This list can be a long one, if you need more, just pick up another one.

The media gives us something to think about other than our boring and mundane lives.I recall the days of wanting to be Erica on the All My Children soap opera. She had it all. beauty, a crazy sex life, money and a list of successful husbands. I know this was just a fantasy life carried out on the air waves. Did I use it to replace mine? The one being a single parent with two children busting my butt to make a living with no child support. You betcha!

The days of soaps have been replaced by reality shows. A little more real and a lot more scandal. You can watch sixteen and pregnant or a hot housewife wanting to escape her boring husband. Lets face it ladies, most of you did not get the lavish lifestyle because you look like a troll. The hot doctor in rehab will help you detoxify and give you plastic surgery advice at the same time.

 What is not to love about reality TV? Ask Snookie, or Dennis Rodmanand they will tell you, reality  TV creates and revives careers. When you are really good, the Donald can make you an apprentice. Gotta love the Donald. I hope he runs for President. The country will have an attractive White House staff .

 There seems to be something about watching others that keeps us sane. In a crazy way , watching  the celebs getting  married, divorced, having  a baby, getting fat and suffering from botched plastic surgery appears to makes us feel more human. Celebs make money off of our curiosity. Who would not like to know the truth about  Angelina and Brad behind closed doors?

 Do I still want to be Erica ? Of course, but all good things come to an end. The show was cancelled and her dream life went into TV history. Will I ever have the $10,000 dresses and million dollar cars? Not in this lifetime. Wal-Mart is on the list for today….Wonder what is going on in the world? Will let you know after checking out!

From my Beauty book...A look inside the world of cosmetics...

This is a chapter from my new book... being edited please excuse the typos:)


The Gold Diggers of High End Retail

There are platinum prone women who take a job in cosmetics for one purpose, to find a new wealthy husband. Most of the GD’s are not sweet young things seeking a sugar daddy. They are middle age women who are accustomed to a certain lifestyle and crave it at all costs. Living in “Greed land” they enjoy stair stepping to bigger bank accounts with each divorce.

The race of delusional is on when Mr. Rich walks in the door. It is fun to watch them prowl like cats, jumping over $3.000 handbags, hoping the others don’t snag him first. Each GD has their own rules, time schedule and expectations. Most include no cooking, cleaning, laundry and a maid must be provided during the relationship. They only seek “financial generosity" in a partner. Let me make this clear, she does like him as a person, in some form. He might have beautiful eyes or something like that….

Break out the tissues and waterproof mascara for this story.

Miss Flashy has been married 5 times and working on number 6 with great diligence. She has been working on the Ave several years hoping that the next credit card application will produce a good catch. Life is all about the income section and gold digging is a numbers game. On this mission, it is important to work as close to the men’s fragrance department as possible.

A typical scenario, Mr. Nice comes to the counter and shrikes up a conversation. She flashes a flirty veneered middle age smile and reluctantly (so he thinks) provides her phone number, He calls quickly and plans a lunch meeting during the same week. Dinners at a swanky restaurants and small gifts soon follow. You know, roses arrive at the counter and the game is on.

There is no sex at this point, she is a smart lady. Most women jump at the chance to bed a man of his stature in life. Miss Flashy must appear different from all the other women in order to catch her man. This cycle continues for a few weeks.

In desperation to spend “quality time together”, Mr. Nice plans a weekend trip. In other words, she has made him sex less and he is ready to seal the deal. He chooses a city with variety of things to do and a big bed for sex. Chicago and New York are always the two favorite options. In his mind, both cities are fun and give them a chance to “bond”. The only bonding she wants is with his wallet. Shopping is on the list of priorities with a cash preference.

In her mind, the rule is simple, dollars determine sex. Make no mistake about it, no spending and Mr. Nice will have a miserable trip. Miss Flashy expects to walk away with at least a few thousand dollars in merchandise. What does she do with most of it? Return it to the local high end retailer with receipt and get cash back. If he is using a credit card, she will select things to keep.

On return from the trip she will arrive with new bling and ready to tell the entire department all the juicy details. This includes sex and a bedroom ranking against the others. Included in the dramatic reenactment are her thoughts on dumping or “keeping him forever”.

The relationships last until the cash runs dry or he figures out the game. If everything is going as planned and he ends it, she is devastated. Tissue time here, tears flow and there will never be another man for her. Somehow the next month always brings a new one.

Before you hate on her to much, there are also male gold diggers too. The hot young guy, who waits on you, could be after your wallet. The difference seems to be young men go after married older women.They want to be boy toys for the rich or famous. This allows them to get their hands on the goodies. What better place to find them in high end retail?

 Ladies regularly purchase multiple bottles of men’s fragrance. At first, I was naive and thought they were for her husband. Mrs. Robinson is quick to point out that one is for him and the others are for boy friends.

All is fair in love and cosmetics.

Copyright © 2014 by Robyne Highsmith. All rights reserved.

Hello, my name is Death

There comes a time in every life where you have to stare death in the face. Death is defined as the end of life, the time when someone or something dies, the ending of a particular person's life, the permanent end of something that is not alive. The ruin or destruction of something.

Death can be the end of life, divorce, job change or another permanent change. Through this experience you come to a realization that you're mortal and that death is inevitable. It opens a door to a path unseen.


We all know that time is limited. Each person is given the same 24 hours to live each day. Living is different for all of us. Some choose to spend life as a workaholic while others enjoy time with various activities. Is there really a right or wrong way to live?


Most people spend  time with those who matter most to you. Time creeps on and it becomes increasingly more valuable. I feel it is important to consider people who spend their lives making memories with you. In some ways you owe them good things to think about. Strange thing about memories, they become stronger or disappear with age.

Death in any form,can bring about wisdom to share with others who will listen. Until you have touched it squarely in the face, you can’t teach others the miracle it holds. It allows you to close a door, toss fears in the wind and allow others to live their life fully again. Leave nothing unsaid because you might never get the chance again. .

Life is really about sharing laughs. tears and being kind to people in the world. Does anything else really matter?

The Desperado Illusion

Every time I blog ,more of myself appears. I remember the Robyne who once was and writing brings me just a little closer to the person I hope to become. Decided to let go of some dreams, but instead of losing them, God is returning them along with some long forgotten ones riding side saddle.

We all can create a laundry list of failure experienced in this life.The good, the bad and "what was I thinking "decisions.They hide in our minds and influence the person we are at this point .Fear creates the "need " to  not pursue what we really want. Is there really failure or was it just a learning experience to get where we need to be?

The word Desperado held the illusion of freedom from an early age. All freedom comes with a price, one very few are willing to pay.  The ability to escape on so many levels,avoid confinement and  the accepted view of normality.

The older you get, the reality of a shortened life and ticking clock slaps you in the face. In youth, time is forever. It takes time to build a life and birth the talents each holds. In reality, talents or gifts are just perception. They are born out of  the desire to think out of the box and view the world differently. 

In childhood, Desperado became my theme song of life. 

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow ......

There are some fences to check...Care to join me?

Understanding A Gypsy Soul

We all know "Gypsy Souls", people full of dreams and adventure. They find most things to be mundane and boring. The untamed spirit needs occasional mischief to see a glimmer of hope or brightness. A strange beauty surrounds them.

Living as a Gypsy feels is like standing in the doorway of a huge medieval castle. You have a chain of keys but none fit the lock. The large wooden door challenges you creating a rage inside. The waiting can be painful and torturous. The keys could fit another castle,maybe you should search for the match.

Silence is the loudest noise in your head. The quiet allows you time to think and plot. Boredom sets in quickly in a world that never knows your secrets. Just like the castle, memories are locked behind a closed door. They creep out when opened but are never really exposed.

They are a good study of people. Many  appear to  have  intuition without reason, a knowledge that defies any interpretation. Lying words mean nothing; it only confirms the true nature of the people you are dealing with.

The creative mind provides the world you choose to live in. It writes paints and creates things totally with imagination. Remember daydreaming out of the window in school? You were in another place and time. Gypsies can live behind the wardrobe trying to escape the White Witch for hours.Time is of no relevance .

Most are never super rich but mega blessed. Money is not a passion and you grow to dislike the power it holds. Living in a massive house with all the gadgets under the sun has no importance. The million dollar life people desire to possess includes a ball and chain.

On Facebook and social media, we define people by their posts. We all struggle to be normal in society. Look around you today, everyone from the street musician  to the CEO work on making the journey their own. My advice: follow your heart, not your desire. They are different things, if you listen closely, you will hear.

During the past two months I have been reflecting a lot about "last year at this time". An attempt to define or reach a stronghold in life has sent  me down a series of roads. Each very different and winding into a web of life. I shall never stop my  journey….

The Jetsons and Flintstones Get Hacked At Target

Do you remember the Jetsons cartoons? It aired in 1962-1963 as a prime time show and was the first color TV show featured on the ABC network. The Jetsons were a  family residing in Orbit city. Life  in 2062 consisted of a skyline apartment, flying cars, Rosie the robot maid, and Astro the dog. They provided escape from the daily reality of drugs, war, and free love. This was a world most people thought would never exist,a cartoon at best. Were they really that far off?

We wake up to the cell alarm of our choice,the coffee pot smell arouses us with hope, and  gadgets provide our attractive appearance for work. There are cars that help park , warm your seat and even give you a massage on the way to work. We arrive and start the day off at work with email and communications. You get the idea...

Average is a big word , is there really such a thing? People spend their time differently year by year. In 2012,stats show the typical office job requires 6-8 hours a day on a computer. Most  drivers spend  2-2.5 hours in a car .According to Facebook data , users average 46 minutes per day on the site.

 Everything has both a positive and negative. Online is the top place to receive misinformation, and some slaps of reality. People can write anything they want (total lies) and millions of people will think it is true. A good example, celebrity death hoaxes. The scary part, important factual  information can be misconstrued as well.

Are old fashioned communication "ways" gone forever? People text each other, talking is out of date. You email the office next door , buy online and many people live in an isolated online virtual world. This is changing the way we live faster than ever before in history. Many students no longer have books, they use e-readers. Cursive writing is no long taught in many schools.

 Technology can be very invading of our lives .Reality is, if George or Fred shopped at Target (with most of America)during the holidays  ... Have you checked your Target bill for hackers this month? 

Excerpt from my upcoming book -- Your thoughts?

The autobiographical novel I have been working on for years is based in Pensacola. In an effort to complete and change a few things, it required going back in time. For the last week a ghost has been stalking me. The ghost lived here years ago in a past life. I know her well; maybe too well. She is me.

The story of a life always has some darker parts that must be dealt with. It’s amazing that you don’t get to forget the things you really regret. The mind has a way of making you remember them. Some are clear as yesterday and others are as indistinct as yesterday’s dream.

Here is an excerpt from my soon to be released book:

Copyright © 2014 by Robyne Highsmith. All rights reserved.

I awoke alone, lying on a gurney in a small, white, spinning room. Multiple black cats were running around under me, screaming at the barred windows. They were larger than the average cat, misshapen faces with large teeth, like animals in a Lord of the Rings fantasy. Lightning bolts cascaded to the floor, shattering into brilliant shards that then ricocheted about the room in all directions.

Dark, hooded figures appeared, then faded into the white walls, their black gothic faces never changing expression; their toothless open mouths each a never ending pit in which you could see a tormented soul.

Slowly the spinning subsided. My long blond hair was dripping with sweat, and the white sheet by my arms was speckled red with drops of blood. Maybe this is some type of dream in hell. Have I died in my sleep? Was I in a car accident?

The reality of where I was started filtering in through the subsiding dizziness. My eyes looked around the room to grasp what was going on. Where am I? The distinct smell of urine filled the room, and fear began to set in. I felt something coming up from inside, but I could only turn my head slightly as the gagging started. Unable to lift my head, warm stinky puke trickled down the side of my face, running into my hair and my ear.

The possibility of my being in a psychiatric ward started to get a foothold in my mind. Visions of being in a white straightjacket, locked in a padded cell. Thoughts of being wheeled down the hallway, strapped to a stainless steel table, while screaming “No, help me!” Thoughts of electric shock therapy; of walking like a zombie; of babbling to no one all day: life spent living in a state of eternal, wilted consciousness.

I have to get out of here! I tried to sit up, but was slammed back on the table; the straps held. My breathing rate increased and I could feel panic setting in. It is strange how fast a frightened heart can beat…

He was an older man with grey hair, a sun leathered face, deep brown eyes ringed by studious black glasses, all dressed in a white coat.

“My name is Dr. Storm.” I asked where I was and if this was hell. He smiled and responded, “No, you are in a hospital." Two nurses entered, stared at me a moment, and checked the IV fluids. They looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

The doctor mentioned that sleep deprivation causes hallucinations. In some people they are pleasant. In others, nightmares.

I lay in bed feeling that I was giving up my body to strangers as a type of deliverance from… something. From myself? The demons of the mind have lots of names: depression, multiple personality disorder, bipolar; the list goes on.

Pigs have 30 minute orgasms . Lucky Pigs!

There are two types of people. People who wonder and those who ask. My mouth filter broke early in life. This can be both positive and negative. There is no such thing as a dumb question, right?

I was reading a book on "questions of life" and found a few that have me semi-thinking….

1. When in history did people start wiping their butt? It had to start somewhere. Did Adam and Eve?
2. If an ambulance is on its way to the hospital with a person, and it runs someone over, does it stop to help them?  Huh?
3. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? Who defines famous?.
4. Do the security guards at airports have to go through airport security? Who screens them? 
5. Why does the Easter bunny carry eggs? Rabbits don't lay eggs? Why the basket?
6. If a doctor suddenly had a heart attack while doing surgery, what happens? Do the other doctors work on the doctor, patient, or both at the same time? Maybe a group effort? 

 Facts you might need to know.....And questions to go with them!

1. A dime has 118 ridges around the edge. Have you ever counted?
2. .A shark is the only fish that can blink with both eyes. Is this an advantage in an attack?
3. Ben and Jerry’s send the waste from making ice cream to local pig farmers to use as feed. Pigs love the stuff, except for one flavor: Mint Oreo. Why is it one of my favorites?
4. Your left lung is smaller than your right lung to make room for your heart. Is there really such as thing as a " big heart"?
5. Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Will it help with the flu?
6. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day. Are we to serious  about life in general?

I always try to provide accurate information. If my source is wrong or you would like to educate the wondering world, send an email!

Do You Look Like A Hot Mess? This Will Get Your Butt Moving...

Why do people stop caring about their health and appearance? Is it an event or years of neglect? In my opinion, everyone should care about being healthy, you only have one body while on earth. You must care about your appearance if you want to realize a comfortable level of success in the work world.

I know many ladies who once upon a time, loved to look good and feel healthy .They spent time on weight control, makeup and wardrobe selection. In short, they cared. I see them out years later, no makeup, sweat clothes, and their hair ,we won't go there. A lot of them look like they have been “shoveling in Twinkies snack cakes ” for years.

 It appears somewhere along the years they stopped caring about life. By doing this, your health and happiness on this earth are compromised. You should give consideration to your appearance and what it says to the world. Being clean, neat and choosing clothes that fit your body don’t take a lot of time or skill.

Scientists have proven human brains calculate within thirty seconds of meeting someone their value in terms of age, social standing and if they are approachable . No matter how shallow and unfair, health and attractiveness factor into most parts of our lives. Hiring and promotion decisions are often based on both our ability and appearance.

Let me make this clear,appearance and beauty are two different things. Perfection lies within imperfection.Our flaws are what makes us beautiful.and unique.The goal is to do the best with what God had given you. I am not saying that you need plastic surgery, botox or anything medical to turn back the clock.

As we get older, being settled is easy. Some people claim that it is to much work to try to maintain health and youth. The old saying “people have to love me as I am”. In other words, I gave up and the rewards not worth it. Do people lose sight of the value in caring about themselves? Staying healthy and looking good have both physical and mental benefits. This has been proven with decades of medical research. Don't make me go there,you know I am right.

We all have photos of the past; do you ever look back and think I had it going on back then? If yes, then you still care. A transition back is not for anyone but you, it is not for a man, woman, kids, friends, it is for you. That is the only way to make it a success.

I see many of my friends making positive changes. They are getting healthy, looking good and dressing up again. There are many seventy year old ladies who still have it going on. They look sharp and put together. It is not age, it is effort.


Look in the mirror and answer honestly, have you really tried? It is never too late to start.

5 Bad Luck Superstitions for New Years. How many did you do?

Happy New Year!  I was prompted to look up superstitions for starting a New Year. The southerner in me is required to have black eyed peas cooked with ham and a dime. Today, I made pasta and clams. Does this mean a bad year?

The quick list of  "Oh no you didn't" for New Years Day.......

1. If you wash clothes today, a family member will die in the following year. Well, I wash on New Years frequently. 
2. No crying or whining on New Years day. Is there any reality to this? If you start with drama it will end with drama.  Why risk it? Stress causes wrinkles anyway......
3. Do not take trash or anything out of your home . This superstition will cause you to loose things during the year. This one could be true, or maybe I just loose stuff all the time.
4. Never lend money or buy anything . It causes you to loose money during the year. Really? No Starbucks to start off  2014? 
5. Always work on the first day of the year. It causes you to be productive. I agree,  you should always work., but what about #4 ?. Who can work without caffeine?

If you are superstitious, do everything to create good luck in the New Year. If you aren't, I hope you found these somewhat amusing. I do......