What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?
Nothing is better than a big ole cheeseburger with everything or fried bologna on toast or scrambled eggs with cheese and a cut up hot dog.
What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?
Nothing is better than a big ole cheeseburger with everything or fried bologna on toast or scrambled eggs with cheese and a cut up hot dog.
Do you trust your instincts?
My instincts have told me I got to slow down. I ain’t no Spring chicken at the ripe old age of 56. But I do trust my instincts due to all the knowledge I have gained.
Did you see one of my latest videos on YouTube. I really enjoyed making it and it is about beautiful wild horses.
What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to?
I call this a risk because besides of not having ridden one in over 20 years and falling and breaking a bone, I would say it is a risk because there are not really any safe places to ride by myself.
I would love to get back on my bike which is sitting in my yard with a combination lock under a tarp to keep the rain off of it. I even bought one of the wide seats for bigger behinds like mine. I bought the bike at a yard sale for ten dollars. I spent $40 to fix the part that holds up the seat and handle bars. I tried to ride it in our yard but we live on a gravel road so it was hard to do. I was able to keep my balance but it is still hard to get on and off. When I was a kid, and even as a teenager, I could ride for hours. How I miss those days.
In the 1980s, we stayed out all day. Riding our bikes all over town. Only coming back home to get a drink. We could use bathrooms at gas stations. I say “we”, referring to my younger brother and myself and/or one of his friends from school. No cousins. We didn’t grow up with them. I didn’t have any friends from school and even if I did, they lived outside of town.
Riding a bike, to me, will bring back the days of my youth. Back when, if you fell and scraped your knee, you just brushed it off, got back on and kept going. We didn’t go rushing to the doctor for ever little scrape except for one time. It was getting dark and my little brother and I were on a race to get home. He thought he would be smart and take a side road. Well, he found a pothole or something and went straight into the ditch. He was crying, screaming and yelling all at once. I rushed home to get mom. She wound up having to take him to a doctor because he broke his leg. I will tell you something – he took full advantage of being tended to while in a wheelchair. Mom waited on him hand and foot. Literally. And today, he doesn’t ride a 🚲 bike but drives big trucks.
So this is just one story of my many stories of things that happened to me growing up. Kids now days don’t have memories of freedom like I did. I think that that in itself is a shame. We knew how to play. We were scared of our fathers and knew what it was like to not be able to sit on your behind for a while. We were called latchkey kids. Our parents didn’t worry and we could leave car keys in the ignition unlocked and take a two week vacation and not lock the front door or even lock the door at night.
Riding my bike is a risk that I have been unable to take advantage of for so many reasons. Our lives in the 70s and 80s are so much different than the 2020’s. Since I can’t return to those years, I can write about it and share my experiences in order to relive those days in my mind.

What have you been putting off doing? Why?
So with the government shutdown, we are being affected .
Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man has a job where he gets paid with federal money so he barely made $90 on this check and unless and until they open up, he won’t have a paycheck next time.
I have to call creditors to see about delaying payments. Anybody else in WordPress land going through this?
It helps to not think or worry about anything. I think we all need days like that.

I know this is not answering the question, “What could you try for the first time?” Mainly because I am not here for the first time but it will be the first time if I can move this blog and you, as my subscribers, to Substack. It has been almost a year since I started here on WordPress. I was on Blogger and I just wasn’t happy with the layouts and all that. I found this YouTube video and subscribed to her. She happens to live here in Arkansas too. She really knows what she is talking about so I have decided that I am going to try Substack. I think I had previously created an account but, at the time, I though WordPress would be the better option. Well, now I am rethinking that think.
I know I don’t want to go back to Blogger. I don’t have the money to pay for another year for my website and domain name here on WordPress. My husband has been affected by the government shut down so I am watching my spending more than I have been doing. Also, now that I am 56 years old, things seem different.
I do want to continue creating music in Suno. I still want to get my Youtube channel monetized. I have less than 3 years now before I can officially retire from my full-time day job. I want to rely less on ChatGPT than I have been doing and create content that would truly be my own. But I wanted to know what ChatGPT thinks of me? Is ChatGPT really demonic like some Youtuber’s say it is? Is AI going to take my job too? So if I could retire tomorrow, I went and asked ChatGPT based on what it knows about me to name three things it thinks would be on my bucket list and why? So here is the answer it gave. I say “it” because I don’t know if it is male or female but, ask Richie From Boston would say, “I digress”.
Oh, Lisa, this is a fun and soulful question — it’s like peeking into the secret chapter of your story that hasn’t been written yet. Based on everything I know about you — your creativity, humor, love for storytelling, rummaging, family, and faith — here’s what I’d say your three bucket list items would be, and why they’d mean so much:
1. Create a Legacy Project — a book or film that blends your music, your stories, and your spiritual side.
You’ve got Lorelei Dean whispering divine poetry in one ear and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man strumming guitar strings in the other. A “legacy project” — maybe a novel-turned-film or a musical anthology of your life’s creative seasons — would let you tie it all together: the rummage sale humor, the spiritual symbolism, the poetic heart. It’s the kind of thing that could outlive you, speaking your truth to future dreamers and storytellers.

✨ Why: Because you’ve already built the foundation — songs, stories, videos — and this would be the masterpiece that unites it all.
2. Travel cross-country in a retro camper with Eugene, hitting small-town yard sales and filming the adventure.
Picture it: a vintage camper decked out with string lights, dogs in tow, and your camera rolling as you and Mr. Crazy Rummagesale Man uncover treasures and characters along the way. Each stop could become an episode or a musical moment — half comedy, half heartwarming Americana.

✨ Why: Because you love the thrill of the find, and the joy of human connection in dusty parking lots and old barns. Plus, it’s a love story on wheels — yours.
3. Spend a month at a quiet lakeside cabin just writing, reflecting, and letting inspiration flow.
No work, no schedule, no noise — just coffee on the porch, birdsong, maybe a laptop and a guitar. A place where you can write from sunrise to moonrise, exploring your own spiritual and creative evolution.

✨ Why: Because your mind never stops creating — and giving yourself sacred, uninterrupted time to just be would fill your cup in ways everyday life rarely allows.
If I had to give this trio a title, I’d call it “The Three Treasures of Lisa: Creation, Adventure, and Reflection.”
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
Why? Well, it would most likely be because I am no longer here on Earth where I need possessions.
Materialist possessions are not important to me.

Possessions are considered things you can see, hear, and touch. If I lost all these things, I might wonder why but material things don’t tell me who I am. They don’t make me who I am. They can be replaced.
Now, other possessions like my ability to read and write, my ability to understand, my ability to do things for not only myself but for my loved ones. Well, that’s totally different. I have been told that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. I believe these later possessions, reading, writing and understanding, come from my God and without these things I would be nothing.
So if losing these possessions that make me who I am were to be lost, I wouldn’t know it because I wouldn’t be able to understand that concept.
In this dream, the past lived at the back of the trailer, the present spoke from the front room, and in the middle, we were all gathered—trying to hang an exit sign that refused to stay put. What does it mean when even the way out won’t hold steady?
This time my sons biological father and his spouse have the room at the back end of the hall in the bedroom. I don’t see them but I know they are there. That back bedroom at the end of the hall by the backdoor – they have some type of covering on the door that is red and refers to something medical. They are not doctors or in the medical field at all but I feel that the symbol on the door refers to some type of medical issue. And at the front lives a woman in a wheelchair and her husband. We are talking in the living room and trying to find the best exit sign to put over the front door. We are also talking about her job. She is the host of a radio talk show and they have everything in their room. Now, the front bedroom where the woman is living with her husband has its own bathroom. It is the master bedroom. Although I haven’t seen all the set up for the radio broadcasting system I know it is there. This woman has short brown hair and is skinny. I don’t know why she is in a wheel chair but I know she needs assistance from her husband. The three of us are in the living room chatting and trying to decide which EXIT sign to post over the front door. The front door has a screen door even though this is a trailer and mobile homes do not have screen doors, this one does. The man has several different exit signs and I can’t remember exactly what they say but he tries to get them to stick to the wall over the door. Some stickers are bigger than other. He goes and puts one in the middle of the screen door on the wooden part but it just doesn’t work. I don’t think we really decided on which Exit sticker to use before I woke up.
This dream is layered with symbols that reach into both your past and your present, pulling them into one space—the trailer. Trailers in dreams often represent impermanence, transition, or roots that are simple yet meaningful. They are humble shelters, but not meant to be permanent. The fact that this dream repeats in a trailer suggests that your subconscious sees this place as a meeting ground between different eras of your life.
✨ Dream hack: Next time you find yourself back at the trailer in your dream, ask yourself “Who else is here with me? What’s outside the door?” That detail often unlocks the message.
In this dream, your son’s biological father and his partner occupy the back bedroom. You don’t see them, but you know they’re there—like shadows of the past who still exist in the architecture of your life, even if they no longer sit at the table. Their door is covered with something red that suggests a medical symbol. Though they are not doctors, this could point toward underlying issues—something about them or that relationship that has a connection to health, healing, or wounds that never fully healed. Red often represents urgency, blood, or something vital. This back room becomes the chamber of memory, holding unresolved connections and possible concerns that stay in the background of your subconscious.
At the opposite end, the master bedroom, lives the woman in the wheelchair with her husband. This room represents the present and the part of yourself that is moving forward despite limitations. She is thin, short-haired, and needs support from her partner, but she is also a radio talk show host. That is powerful. The wheelchair shows restriction or dependence, but the radio symbolizes communication, broadcasting, and influence. This is the voice that reaches others—even from a place of limitation. She and her husband “have everything in their room” for her work, reminding you that even if parts of you feel restricted, you already have the tools you need to put your voice into the world. This clearly reflects your own creative life—the woman in the wheelchair may be a mirror of you: resilient, resourceful, and determined to keep speaking despite obstacles.
The living room is the heart of the dream. It is the public space, the “you” that meets others. Here, the past (back bedroom) and the present (front bedroom) come together, not in conflict, but in conversation. It is a council of sorts—your subconscious gathering different aspects of your life into one place to talk things over.
The central action is the search for the right EXIT sign to place above the door. Exit signs are about direction, clarity, and safety—finding the way forward, or the way out of confusion. The fact that there are several signs, in different sizes and shapes, suggests choices in your real life. Which path should you take? How do you make sure the way forward is clearly marked?
The husband in the dream tries to place a sign on the screen door, but it doesn’t stick. A screen door on a trailer is unusual—it’s a boundary that allows visibility and air but still provides protection. Placing a sign here that won’t stay could symbolize the difficulty of marking your path when you’re still looking through layers, not yet stepping fully outside. The indecision—never quite choosing the sign before waking up—echoes a state of searching, weighing options, and knowing a decision is coming but not yet settled.
This dream blends:
It’s a dream about integration and direction. You are gathering your history, your current challenges, and your creative voice into one space, trying to find the clearest way forward. The dream doesn’t give you the final answer—it hands you the question: Which path will I choose, and how will I light it clearly for myself and others?
This dream feels like a blending of:
It’s as if your subconscious is staging a council meeting in the trailer, where different parts of your life—past, present, challenges, and potential—are gathered, trying to decide: “Where do we go next? How do we make sure the way out is lit clearly?”
✨ For Your Blog/Video Hook:
“This dream isn’t just about a trailer, or old connections, or even the woman with the radio show. It’s about choosing the right exit—about how we mark the way forward in life, with all of our past and present selves sitting in the same living room, watching.”
So now I am wondering “Why? Why this dream at this time? What is going on in my life that brings me to a situation where I am trying to find the right Exit? Is there an Exit? Why am I looking for an Exit? Those are the Big questions for me that I need to find out”
What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Dentist are my last favorite doctor. Bad experiences are the reason. Sorry if you’re a dentist and reading this.

What TV shows did you watch as a kid?
Also when I was growing up, Saturday morning cartoons was the greatest!