Nadine On…Daddyisms

Today would have been his 72nd birthday. My Dad.

Daddy was a real sage scholar. He was blessed with ‘Rocket science/brain surgery book smarts’ that were paired with ‘the street smarts of a south L.A. ‘G’. So what happened? How could the promising life of the youngest Eagle Scout in the great State of Texas at age 14 in 1955 be reduced to a hard life of struggles and trials?

One word.


All those years of struggling with the bottle presented him with a lot of learning experiences and skills to be gleaned.  He grew into a really great person once he put it down. The endless count of people he mentored and sponsored. We were blessed to have him sober for 33 years before his death. Thirty three years of Daddyisms.

Some were his own inventions; some were modifications of those handed down by the Great Bill W. And in tribute, I would like to share some of the Daddyisms my sisters and I grew up hearing. Mostly the following AA quips were what you would hear him say in response to our perpetual dramas:

“It is what it is.”

“Easy does it.”

“One Day at a Time.”

And while he was frequently heard to utter the AA mantra, he is also remembered for several notorious quotes of his own as follows:

“Don’t go letting your mouth write checks your butt can’t cash.” He was known to give his last ten dollars to anyone who needed it.

“You’re not a victim, you’re a survivor.” He was never one to let you waller in your own misery for too long.

“Experience is such a wonderful thing. Because it makes it so much easier to recognize a mistake the second time around.” This was the brain-child for Nadine’s infamous quote… “I told you so has a brother…and his name is ‘Shut the HELL up!’

And, finally, the coup de gras of all Daddyisms, “Just because you’re sober, doesn’t make you a financial genius.”

He lived hard. And he died hard. A beautiful exchange of spirit with his entire family at the bedside crowded together each with one hand on him and one hand on each other as he took his last ragged breath and his spirit took flight into the wind. I can still hear Willie Nelson singing “Angels Flying too Close to the Ground” in the background.

We miss you Dad.


“We speak of a short life, but compared to eternity, who has a long one? A person’s days on earth may appear as a drop in the ocean. Yours and mine may seem like a thimbleful. James was not speaking just to the young when he said, ‘Your life is like a mist. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away.’ (James 4:14). In God’s plan every life is long enough and every death is timely. And though you and I might wish for a longer life, God knows better. And—this is important—though you and I may wish a longer life for our loved ones, they don’t. Ironically, the first to accept God’s decision of death is the one who dies. While we are shaking heads in disbelief, they are lifting hands in worship. While we are mourning at a grave, they are marveling at heaven. While we are questioning God, they are praising God.” Anonymous

Respectfully submitted by your very best friend in the whole entire world,

Nadine Bodine

Aka/Malika Nadine of the Happy Family Danat Resort Trailer Park in the Sandbox

Nadine On…Tough Love

How many times did my own Mawdine say to me, “This is going to hurt me more than it does you.”? What? Isn’t that backasswards?

In truth, more than I care to count.

She was right as rain. It ‘does’ hurt me more than it does them. Dammit.

Tough Love by definition is: 

 noun: tough love

     the promotion of a person’s welfare, especially that of an addict, child, or criminal, by enforcing certain constraints on them, or requiring them to take responsibility for their actions. 

Operative words ‘the promotion of a person’s welfare.’

Sometimes the person can be one, two or all three (addict/child and criminal). Heartfelt blessings those who bear that burden.

No matter how hard one may try; time and money invested in the pursuit of happiness via dance/piano/drum lessons, big birthdays, even bigger Christmases, camping/river running, trips to Disneyworld, cruises, bedtime giggles and the cherished reading of novels fantastic…it’s a 50/50 crap shoot.

Kudos to those who hit a home run.  Empathy for those who might not, but refuse to give up hope.

Recent Happy Family Trailer Park dramas have been less than ‘happy’ and some tough love was doled out gratuitously over the last few months…in vain. I won’t go into details as it is more than likely the focal point of the next book…or not.

Maybe just a glazing, cleverly disguised as a sub plot. So…ANY…WAY….

…before we commence to a re-writin of the wills…here is where the Trailer Park tire rubber meets the road.

The Bank of Nadine and Jose’ Bodine is officially closed.

A poem by the ‘real’ Momma. Would Dramamine’s ‘real’ Momma please stand up?

Tough Love

A million bad choices

She’s making them every day

But I can’t stop her

I don’t know what to say


Because, I am just a mentor

A former mother

Her guardian angel?

NOT a friend.


Helpful ever

Encouraging too

Harmful never!


Wanting to guide her

Teach her

Steer her.

Smack her in the head,


For her obstinate rudeness,

Her pathos,

And her Blind stepping

On uneven ground.


I live and die by

Dysfunctional joy

Tough  love

And prayer.