Months ago, when The Princess, wrote this on her blog, I loved it, I laughed about it and I realized how true it truly is. So, I'm posting it here, with one minor change! Because, I'm at it again, on the hunt for the perfect "blonde." I have a plan, it's a progression, stay tuned, I'll let you know if I EVER reach that destination!
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Since my mom refuses to blog regularly, I will do one in her honor.One thing you can always count on with my Mom is the ever-changing hair color. I truly believe she has been every shade of blonde, and even brunette once, throughout her life.
She was naturally a toe head as a toddler, dirty blonde with a magnificent bright blonde streak in the front of her head up until her teens and it wasn't long before one her good friends, Gail I think it was, got a hold of her and turned her dirty blonde with streak into one fully blonde head of electrifying hair. Since then my Mom has been everything from platinum, copper, honey, wheat, oat and canary. Isn't this starting to sound like a Kellogg's cereal!!??My Mom's joke has always been that she's "worth it" much like Heather Locklear in those L'Oreal hair color ads. Heather is just one of many famous women whose hair has been the envy of my blonde ambitious mother, who has been on a lifelong journey for the "perfect blonde."
I really think her hair color directly relates to how my Mom is feeling in her life. Thinking back on that short-lived stint of short and dark brown, I believe my Mother was going through some new and different experiences at that time and her hair color definitely showed that. On my wedding day, my Mom showed her pride and excitement for me by coloring her hair a brilliant shade of canary. I thought it looked fabulous, especially with the 'do the hairdresser gave her for the day, but she wasn't so hot on those electrifying locks.
Quite the foil to my colorful Mother, my hair has not changed much at all in my almost 27 years. I was bright white as a child, as well, and I had nice dirty blonde with tempting streaks, nothing as fabulous as Mom's, up until college. But when I graduated from college and friends began referring to me as the "brunette friend," I suddenly felt what my Mom has probably felt all these years. When you see yourself as "worth it," a head-spinning, fun-loving blonde, only to be shockingly called a brunette, you find that part of the way you have seen yourself has been rattled. I knew something had to be done. Well, I didn't go quite as crazy as my Mom and her friends have gone on my Mom's hair all of these years, but I did begin getting timid "around the face highlights." Like my Mother, it makes me feel pretty and excited and, in a way, more like myself when I finish that re-blonding process.
These days my Mother has taken a more subdued view how she would like her hair color. I think she is more settled and comfortable with who she is and where she has come from.
We are going together to get our hair done in about a month when she comes to visit. This is an event we've never shared together and I am very excited. Something that has been such a big part of who she is, will now be something I share with her.
Thanks, Mom, for all of the not-so-blonde moments and the electrifying memories. They say so much about the old soul, hippie chick that you are, as well as the chic, classy character that resides within you.
Here's to platinum memories and champagne dreams...
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Saturday, November 25, 2006
As previously stated, according to www.animalinyou.com I'm one of these!
Which one do You think I am? It was so much fun hearing for some of you that you had taken the test and what You are . . . thanks for playing!
Tiger Tigers are handsome and powerful people with an innate self-confidence and elegance. There's a sense of immediacy and an aura of electricity that surrounds the tiger, and when it walks into a room, something always seems about to happen. Medium to large Handsome Discerning Curious Fashionable Courageous Dynamic Loner Conceited Aggressive Power-hungry
Wildcat With their well-deserved reputations as creatures of comfort, wildcats jealously guard their independence while indulging in the finer things in life. Attractive, solitary, creative, and curious, these individuals are quite happy to observe the world from a distance. Small to medium size Attractive Spiritual Curious Sexy Autonomous Self-indulgent Fickle Brooding Unpredictable Uncommitted
Bear Conflicting forces shape the bear's nature. Since it is a classic omnivore, it exhibits two distinct sides to its personality. The carnivorous component makes the bear gruff and powerful, while its herbivorous side reveals a sensitive and intelligent individual. Larger Interesting Confident Protective Courageous Ethical Aggressive Blunt Insensitive Overpowering
Tiger Tigers are handsome and powerful people with an innate self-confidence and elegance. There's a sense of immediacy and an aura of electricity that surrounds the tiger, and when it walks into a room, something always seems about to happen. Medium to large Handsome Discerning Curious Fashionable Courageous Dynamic Loner Conceited Aggressive Power-hungry
Wildcat With their well-deserved reputations as creatures of comfort, wildcats jealously guard their independence while indulging in the finer things in life. Attractive, solitary, creative, and curious, these individuals are quite happy to observe the world from a distance. Small to medium size Attractive Spiritual Curious Sexy Autonomous Self-indulgent Fickle Brooding Unpredictable Uncommitted
Bear Conflicting forces shape the bear's nature. Since it is a classic omnivore, it exhibits two distinct sides to its personality. The carnivorous component makes the bear gruff and powerful, while its herbivorous side reveals a sensitive and intelligent individual. Larger Interesting Confident Protective Courageous Ethical Aggressive Blunt Insensitive Overpowering
My Thanksgiving!
I love making that round trip road trip to Dallas. This Thanksgiving was no different! The trees were the most beautiful colors, every shade of red, gold, purple and green you can imagine! A feast for the eyes, and I enjoyed every minute of the drive. I had Thanksgiving Dinner with the "Irish" side of The Princesses' Husband's family. Irish New Yorkers! Great company, fabulous food and great talkers. Then, it was on to the home of the friends that hosted Laran and Greg's wedding reception few years back. On this night, unlike on their wedding day, the house was quiet, gently lit with candles, wonderful music playing in the background, family and friends. The evening was very enjoyable and relaxing. Jimmy & Shelly Mussleman and their 4 children (all close in age to The Princess) are all wonderful, interesting, enjoyable people. It was a delight to spend the evening with them.
Back home and happy to be here. I have so much to be thankful for, I wouldn't even know where to begin, so I'll simply say I'm thankful for family, good friends, and for this year of having them all near. Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
My meandering mind!
Sitting here this morning, looking around me, a question. What do the things we collect and the gifts we're given mean, if anything? On a search I went! The first thing I ever collected was giraffes, giraffes here, giraffes there. I go out on the internet and discover that the giraffe is quite often referred to as "the tall blonde of the zoo!" There have even been books written about the "tall-blonde" of the Zoo! Then it's on to, Well, what kind of personality do giraffes have? And I found another book and website www.animalinyou.com and a description of "giraffes!" See Below!
GiraffeGenera and species: Giraffa camelopardalis Collective Term: A loft of giraffe
Description:
Giraffes are graceful, well-groomed individuals who move with the confidence and elegance found only in the big game animals. Michael Jordan is a typical giraffe. Tall, good-looking, and successful, he stands heads and shoulders above the rest of the animal kingdom. In full stride, giraffes look like they're flying -- their long legs pumping as they gallop effortlessly through life.
Giraffes are not arrogant but have an extraordinary need to be the center of attention. Although their highly visible frames make them somewhat self-conscious, they would never dream of hiding their height by stooping. So even though they might capitalize on their size by becoming models or athletes, they perpetually worry about what other people think -- knowing that they're an easy target for jealous backbiters. Since most of the giraffe's self-confidence is the product of its physical stature, it is fastidious about its appearance. A giraffe's tastes in consumer goods are refined and expensive, leaning toward Armani and Mercedes.
Intellectually, giraffes are no owls, but then they've never had to rely on their wits to compete in life. Instead, their graceful presence and charm have provided it with a serene and gentle passage. When necessary though, they display a sharp wit and have an engaging sense of humor and a ready smile. Other than personal possessions that enhance their prestige they have little need for worldly goods, and with a definite taste for quality, they would rather own a few prized possessions than anything at all.
The giraffe's social circle is expansive and discriminating -- the guest list at giraffe's wedding reading like a Who's Who. Delighting in little extravagances like imported champagne, no expense is spared when the giraffe entertains its guests. But the giraffes' ambitions are limited to having a comfortable living environment, close friends and universal admiration. Their sense of the aesthetic makes them natural for the creative arts including writing and acting.
When it comes to reproduction, giraffes usually only spawn one or two descendants who get spoiled rotten from over-attention. In general, giraffes are casual parents and their liberal views are evident in the free reign they give their offspring.
Even though I share some characteristics with the "Giraffe" some things about the giraffe, I don't see in myself at all. Maybe those are qualities I'd like to have!
But, I do Love Armani!
Next, on to the Roosters I have recently started to acquire! Started by my sister, enhanced by another sister, Rufus, and committed to by Me! Never knew I liked Rooster, but now I can't live without them, I buy them, I pet the ones I have, I'm fascinated by them! European Roosters, of course, not the "country" variety!
So, tell me about Roosters!!!
Roosters: (also from www.animalinyou.com )
Roosters are those talented, creative, but somewhat eccentric people who make life interesting for the rest of us. Their bird-like minds are always on the lookout for stimulation and roosters display the characteristically high-energy behavior of their species. They are artistic, creative, and sophisticated with a thorough knowledge of fine wines, cooking, writing, theater and painting. Subscribing to the early bird maxim, roosters rise a little earlier than their competition and could even be accused of having their fingers in too many pies. For the world is so fascinating to the rooster, that settling down into any one career would be impossibly constricting. Unfortunately, their earning potential can suffer in a competitive world that rewards specialization. But, roosters will succeed when they choose a career that presents a variety of challenges, such as medicine, publishing, journalism, or acting.
There's a touch of glamour in everything the rooster does -- for settling for less would be exasperating to the rooster's essence. Why take the train if you can fly? This philosophy pervades its personal life, for the rooster proves to be a perfectionist in the bedroom too. Of course, roosters are not above crowing a little, if they feel that their efforts have gone unnoticed. But in the long run, partners have few complaints holding their rooster lover in the highest regard as paramour.
Their ideal mates include peacocks who are attracted to their strong demeanor and flashy style. They are incorrigible flirts and although successful in attracting mates, their egos sometimes drive potential partners away. When sufficiently motivated by the right partner however, the rooster will generally find a way to make the relationship work.
As a parent, it is fussy and attentive. Like the proverbial brooding hen, it is involved with every aspect of its children's lives; including their dress and company they keep; some even accuse the rooster of being overprotective. Although its children might resent their parent's interference, they learn to appreciate their concerns as they mature. The more reserved animal personalities such as bats, bison and moles find them to be fussy and bossy, and snake and canine personalities should be studiously avoided.
A rooster will not be silent while there's breath in its body and although its powerful voice tends to be on the shrill side -- when it calls for action, everyone responds. Fueled by resentment of their brazen style, these saucy birds hear a lot of unkind remarks from members of their own species and these barbs tear at their self-esteem. But when things look bleak, they stick to their guns, redouble their efforts, and live by the motto: if at first you don't suck seed, try drier grain.
This one made me laugh like crazy! Is this how the "sisters" see me? Yep, probably so!
And then, of course, the Cow! The animal that has brought more fun into my life then any other! Laughter, pleasure and pure fun! Being called a "cow" can change your life for the better! Thank you Mr. N for that cow compliment, we’ve had a blast with it! The "hallmark" of a cow is "giving" and "producing" what could be better than That?
Of course, I prefer cows that are a "work of art!" One of my favorites in the "Cow Parade" is from the Houston Cow Parade, visit www.cowparade.com and see "Cow Power of Houston!" She’s a true beauty with the sky line of Houston on her ample belly! Yea Cows!
A few years ago, I was at St. Luke’s Hospital, a stressful day indeed, my step-father was having heart problems. I went outside to smoke and as I meandered down the street I looked around a corner and what did I see? My goodness every single one of the cows in the Houston Cow Parade! All gathered in one place for an exhibition! I ran from Cow to Cow embracing everyone and delighting in their shape and the beautiful artwork with which they had been graced! It put a smile on my face and made the day more bearable for me!
So, maybe the things we collect or the way people see us, does play a part in who we are as Humans! I took the test at www.animalinyou.com and according to it, I'm a Bear, Wild Cat or a Tiger! Could I Really be all of This and That? Go take the test and see what you are too, I'd love to hear the answer to that for each one of You!
Have a zooful day!
GiraffeGenera and species: Giraffa camelopardalis Collective Term: A loft of giraffe
Description:
Giraffes are graceful, well-groomed individuals who move with the confidence and elegance found only in the big game animals. Michael Jordan is a typical giraffe. Tall, good-looking, and successful, he stands heads and shoulders above the rest of the animal kingdom. In full stride, giraffes look like they're flying -- their long legs pumping as they gallop effortlessly through life.
Giraffes are not arrogant but have an extraordinary need to be the center of attention. Although their highly visible frames make them somewhat self-conscious, they would never dream of hiding their height by stooping. So even though they might capitalize on their size by becoming models or athletes, they perpetually worry about what other people think -- knowing that they're an easy target for jealous backbiters. Since most of the giraffe's self-confidence is the product of its physical stature, it is fastidious about its appearance. A giraffe's tastes in consumer goods are refined and expensive, leaning toward Armani and Mercedes.
Intellectually, giraffes are no owls, but then they've never had to rely on their wits to compete in life. Instead, their graceful presence and charm have provided it with a serene and gentle passage. When necessary though, they display a sharp wit and have an engaging sense of humor and a ready smile. Other than personal possessions that enhance their prestige they have little need for worldly goods, and with a definite taste for quality, they would rather own a few prized possessions than anything at all.
The giraffe's social circle is expansive and discriminating -- the guest list at giraffe's wedding reading like a Who's Who. Delighting in little extravagances like imported champagne, no expense is spared when the giraffe entertains its guests. But the giraffes' ambitions are limited to having a comfortable living environment, close friends and universal admiration. Their sense of the aesthetic makes them natural for the creative arts including writing and acting.
When it comes to reproduction, giraffes usually only spawn one or two descendants who get spoiled rotten from over-attention. In general, giraffes are casual parents and their liberal views are evident in the free reign they give their offspring.
Even though I share some characteristics with the "Giraffe" some things about the giraffe, I don't see in myself at all. Maybe those are qualities I'd like to have!
But, I do Love Armani!
Next, on to the Roosters I have recently started to acquire! Started by my sister, enhanced by another sister, Rufus, and committed to by Me! Never knew I liked Rooster, but now I can't live without them, I buy them, I pet the ones I have, I'm fascinated by them! European Roosters, of course, not the "country" variety!
So, tell me about Roosters!!!
Roosters: (also from www.animalinyou.com )
Roosters are those talented, creative, but somewhat eccentric people who make life interesting for the rest of us. Their bird-like minds are always on the lookout for stimulation and roosters display the characteristically high-energy behavior of their species. They are artistic, creative, and sophisticated with a thorough knowledge of fine wines, cooking, writing, theater and painting. Subscribing to the early bird maxim, roosters rise a little earlier than their competition and could even be accused of having their fingers in too many pies. For the world is so fascinating to the rooster, that settling down into any one career would be impossibly constricting. Unfortunately, their earning potential can suffer in a competitive world that rewards specialization. But, roosters will succeed when they choose a career that presents a variety of challenges, such as medicine, publishing, journalism, or acting.
There's a touch of glamour in everything the rooster does -- for settling for less would be exasperating to the rooster's essence. Why take the train if you can fly? This philosophy pervades its personal life, for the rooster proves to be a perfectionist in the bedroom too. Of course, roosters are not above crowing a little, if they feel that their efforts have gone unnoticed. But in the long run, partners have few complaints holding their rooster lover in the highest regard as paramour.
Their ideal mates include peacocks who are attracted to their strong demeanor and flashy style. They are incorrigible flirts and although successful in attracting mates, their egos sometimes drive potential partners away. When sufficiently motivated by the right partner however, the rooster will generally find a way to make the relationship work.
As a parent, it is fussy and attentive. Like the proverbial brooding hen, it is involved with every aspect of its children's lives; including their dress and company they keep; some even accuse the rooster of being overprotective. Although its children might resent their parent's interference, they learn to appreciate their concerns as they mature. The more reserved animal personalities such as bats, bison and moles find them to be fussy and bossy, and snake and canine personalities should be studiously avoided.
A rooster will not be silent while there's breath in its body and although its powerful voice tends to be on the shrill side -- when it calls for action, everyone responds. Fueled by resentment of their brazen style, these saucy birds hear a lot of unkind remarks from members of their own species and these barbs tear at their self-esteem. But when things look bleak, they stick to their guns, redouble their efforts, and live by the motto: if at first you don't suck seed, try drier grain.
This one made me laugh like crazy! Is this how the "sisters" see me? Yep, probably so!
And then, of course, the Cow! The animal that has brought more fun into my life then any other! Laughter, pleasure and pure fun! Being called a "cow" can change your life for the better! Thank you Mr. N for that cow compliment, we’ve had a blast with it! The "hallmark" of a cow is "giving" and "producing" what could be better than That?
Of course, I prefer cows that are a "work of art!" One of my favorites in the "Cow Parade" is from the Houston Cow Parade, visit www.cowparade.com and see "Cow Power of Houston!" She’s a true beauty with the sky line of Houston on her ample belly! Yea Cows!
A few years ago, I was at St. Luke’s Hospital, a stressful day indeed, my step-father was having heart problems. I went outside to smoke and as I meandered down the street I looked around a corner and what did I see? My goodness every single one of the cows in the Houston Cow Parade! All gathered in one place for an exhibition! I ran from Cow to Cow embracing everyone and delighting in their shape and the beautiful artwork with which they had been graced! It put a smile on my face and made the day more bearable for me!
So, maybe the things we collect or the way people see us, does play a part in who we are as Humans! I took the test at www.animalinyou.com and according to it, I'm a Bear, Wild Cat or a Tiger! Could I Really be all of This and That? Go take the test and see what you are too, I'd love to hear the answer to that for each one of You!
Have a zooful day!
Monday, November 20, 2006
The Sound of Silence
It's wonderful and amazing to be blessed with some of the people I've been blessed with in my life. It's also amazing how somone near and dear can be experiencing something in their life, that completely mirrors your own feelings about events in your own life. These feelings, emotions and words landed in my world as words I would like for the whole world to read! I'm doing my part to put these words out into the world! I borrowed the following blog from www.myspace.com/lisabravo . A very interesting blog to read. Intelligent, insightful, inspiring! And for some fun visit www.myspace.com/mrsneugast . Go visit, leave your comments and thoughts, I promise you won't be bored either place. Moo Moo, thanks for being you, for having the brain you have, for using it and for sharing it and, for those marvelous blue eyes in front of that brain that see so much!
The Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson achieved immortality through his classic books "Treasure Island" and "The Strange Case of Dr Jeckyll and Mister Hyde." He was quite popular and even a celebrity in his day, but his reception in the literary community was that of a B-List author who wrote in the less respected genre's of children's literature and horror. Although he was an accomplished poet, novelist and essayist, he was one of pop culture's first cast- offs. Until recently, he was left out of the "Oxford Anthology of English Literature" dismissed as unimportant. It is no wonder the man suffered poor health and depression.I have not read any of his more famous works, but have always appreciated his quote "The cruelest lies are often told in silence." The line comes from his essay called "Truth of Intercourse." It was written in the late 1800s but the sentiment remains a univeral truth. He goes on to say "A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator." Very perceptive and well said. I wonder what Mr. Stevenson thought about the concept of not telling someone something "for their own good," and who's integrity is actually being compromised in that scenario.There are people (or should I say vile calumniators) that have passed in and out of my life that I wish I could share these words with, and more importantly, hope they could understand the importance of the statement and how damaging their deafening silence has been. Cruel, indeed.Ultimately, Robert Louis Stevenson has ended up the 25th most translated author in the world. Not too shabby. And though there are those who have regarded his work to be not unlike the "Gilligan's Island" of literature, I've always had great respect for things that achieve greatness through popularity. Robert Lewis Stevenson, I salute you."
The Scottish author Robert Louis Stevenson achieved immortality through his classic books "Treasure Island" and "The Strange Case of Dr Jeckyll and Mister Hyde." He was quite popular and even a celebrity in his day, but his reception in the literary community was that of a B-List author who wrote in the less respected genre's of children's literature and horror. Although he was an accomplished poet, novelist and essayist, he was one of pop culture's first cast- offs. Until recently, he was left out of the "Oxford Anthology of English Literature" dismissed as unimportant. It is no wonder the man suffered poor health and depression.I have not read any of his more famous works, but have always appreciated his quote "The cruelest lies are often told in silence." The line comes from his essay called "Truth of Intercourse." It was written in the late 1800s but the sentiment remains a univeral truth. He goes on to say "A man may have sat in a room for hours and not opened his teeth, and yet come out of that room a disloyal friend or a vile calumniator." Very perceptive and well said. I wonder what Mr. Stevenson thought about the concept of not telling someone something "for their own good," and who's integrity is actually being compromised in that scenario.There are people (or should I say vile calumniators) that have passed in and out of my life that I wish I could share these words with, and more importantly, hope they could understand the importance of the statement and how damaging their deafening silence has been. Cruel, indeed.Ultimately, Robert Louis Stevenson has ended up the 25th most translated author in the world. Not too shabby. And though there are those who have regarded his work to be not unlike the "Gilligan's Island" of literature, I've always had great respect for things that achieve greatness through popularity. Robert Lewis Stevenson, I salute you."
Sunday, November 19, 2006
What to talk about today?
The Princess was in charge of a groundbreaking event for her employer on Friday. Lunch for 300 on the grounds where the new medical facility will be built. During a week when she had to turn in a paper in her "Culture of the Sixties" Masters class at SMU, stand up in front of that class and give a presentation on her paper, she was also in charge of every aspect of this huge, important event! Being someone that's planned large parties, produced live video filmings, among other things, I have an appreciation for all that she was going through. Yesterday, she was gracious enough to share the emails with me that she received from everyone from the President of the Foundation she works for to her co-workers. It made my heart sing to read the praise being heaped upon my Princess, from the top of the ladder to those that stand on the same rung as she! What a huge compliment! With a song in my heart, I re-read those emails this morning! While reading them, it occurred to me that the one that really meant the most to me was an email written to me by The Princess. In that email she said, in part:
"I almost called you crying yesterday after I got back to my office after the event because I was so, so proud of myself. This was long before the e-mails started or before the phone calls came in…I was just so proud because I KNEW in my heart what a great job I had done and how much it means to all those involved. That, I must say, is the best feeling in the world. And I knew, as my Mother, you would totally understand my complete and utter pride in myself.
. . . I couldn’t be happier right now and I want to bask in it. Thank you for giving me the ability to be this happy for myself and to be this proud of myself. Without self-esteem and confidence and a good head on my shoulders, which you so helped me to have, I could not have done any of this and I could not feel this good today about it all. . ."
Of course, the acknowledgement, compliments and gratitude from my daughter to me, are very appreciated and I will hold them in my heart forever. But, the most powerful part of her email, is the realization that each and everyone of us have access to feeling this very same way about ourselves by the way we choose to live each day. And, if we are choosing to have less, we are cheating ourselves! We will have missed what Life is truly about, and what God intended for our days to look and feel like! It doesn't have to be a "groundbreaking" or a "presentation in a masters class" it can be as simple as living each day with integrity in all that we do. That's the true access to feeling good for Me and You!
"I almost called you crying yesterday after I got back to my office after the event because I was so, so proud of myself. This was long before the e-mails started or before the phone calls came in…I was just so proud because I KNEW in my heart what a great job I had done and how much it means to all those involved. That, I must say, is the best feeling in the world. And I knew, as my Mother, you would totally understand my complete and utter pride in myself.
. . . I couldn’t be happier right now and I want to bask in it. Thank you for giving me the ability to be this happy for myself and to be this proud of myself. Without self-esteem and confidence and a good head on my shoulders, which you so helped me to have, I could not have done any of this and I could not feel this good today about it all. . ."
Of course, the acknowledgement, compliments and gratitude from my daughter to me, are very appreciated and I will hold them in my heart forever. But, the most powerful part of her email, is the realization that each and everyone of us have access to feeling this very same way about ourselves by the way we choose to live each day. And, if we are choosing to have less, we are cheating ourselves! We will have missed what Life is truly about, and what God intended for our days to look and feel like! It doesn't have to be a "groundbreaking" or a "presentation in a masters class" it can be as simple as living each day with integrity in all that we do. That's the true access to feeling good for Me and You!
Thank you Princess for all the powerful emails you shared, but most of all thank you for the lesson in life! By all means, Bask In It! I commend you on a job well done, and a life well lived!
May you always walk in Grace!
P. S. I feel a "new" t-shirt coming on "Be What You Can Bask In!"
Friday, November 17, 2006
My night last night!
What an interesting night it was! It began with a pre-dinner coffee at Starbucks with my Coco, that warm, comforting presence that has and does see me through so much. Last night, we were "both" doing something that I haven't seen either one of us do much of in a long time! We were flirting, with everyone! Those around us, each other, our surroundings, even our food! After Starbucks it was on to dinner at a restaurant suggested by Coco. A new favorite place, www.cafemontrose.com the food was excellent, the atmosphere perfect, and two men sitting at the, very close next table, who we had enjoyable dinner conversation with the entire time we were there. When we said our goodbyes, one of them told my Coco that he was going to "dream" about her for days to come. And, she is dream worth, indeed!
Upon arriving at home, I had a phone conversation with My Princess. Last night she gave her presentation on "Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll" in the 60's. Thanks to all of you out there that provided her with some very interesting comments. All of you did a great job. When asked "How did your presentation go?" She responded "I got a few laughs, so I think it went well. My professor didn't put his head down even once and never looked at his watch, like he did during most of the others." (The Princess knows how to hold an audience.) It's an amazing feeling when your daughter is exploring your history for a Master's Class. What I so often see in my communication with my daughter, is those parts of me that, while a teenager or young adult, were buried deeply under a large pile of hurt. I'm so very grateful that she flys so free. She is a dream come true for me! If even one small bit of that hurt was necessary for her to be who she is for me, all the hurt was worth it!
Then, a phone conversation with Moo Moo. Those conversations are almost always long, interesting and comforting. In that conversation, Moo Moo told me about a dream she had had the night before. In her dream, she flew to Houston to go to a "show" with me. When we arrived, all my friends and my daughter she hears me talk about so often were there and the feeling she had in her dream was that she was surrounded by kind, happy, welcoming people, my friends and my daughter! What an amazing compliment that what my friend feels from hearing me talk about my friends and my daughter, is that she would be surrounded by kind, happy, welcoming people! What she also felt in that dream though, was a need to protect me from the person we were there to see, and she has protected me in so many ways, so many times, if only from the thoughts in my own head!
Then, the events of putting myself and my home to bed for the night. Check the emails one last time, check the doors to make sure they are locked tight, turn out the lights!
Boom! Explosion! An email that caused a wealth of emotions. Emotions full of a dream, reasons, seasons and my lifetime.
Moo, Moo, several years ago reminded me of one of those "email" things that make their way around the world. She used the title of that "email" thing in the "Re" line of a email she sent me, the email turned out to be her informing me of the painful end of a very long season in her life. The "email" thing that she referenced was about people being in your life for a "Reason, a Season or a Lifetime."
Upon arriving at home, I had a phone conversation with My Princess. Last night she gave her presentation on "Sex, Drugs, Rock'n'Roll" in the 60's. Thanks to all of you out there that provided her with some very interesting comments. All of you did a great job. When asked "How did your presentation go?" She responded "I got a few laughs, so I think it went well. My professor didn't put his head down even once and never looked at his watch, like he did during most of the others." (The Princess knows how to hold an audience.) It's an amazing feeling when your daughter is exploring your history for a Master's Class. What I so often see in my communication with my daughter, is those parts of me that, while a teenager or young adult, were buried deeply under a large pile of hurt. I'm so very grateful that she flys so free. She is a dream come true for me! If even one small bit of that hurt was necessary for her to be who she is for me, all the hurt was worth it!
Then, a phone conversation with Moo Moo. Those conversations are almost always long, interesting and comforting. In that conversation, Moo Moo told me about a dream she had had the night before. In her dream, she flew to Houston to go to a "show" with me. When we arrived, all my friends and my daughter she hears me talk about so often were there and the feeling she had in her dream was that she was surrounded by kind, happy, welcoming people, my friends and my daughter! What an amazing compliment that what my friend feels from hearing me talk about my friends and my daughter, is that she would be surrounded by kind, happy, welcoming people! What she also felt in that dream though, was a need to protect me from the person we were there to see, and she has protected me in so many ways, so many times, if only from the thoughts in my own head!
Then, the events of putting myself and my home to bed for the night. Check the emails one last time, check the doors to make sure they are locked tight, turn out the lights!
Boom! Explosion! An email that caused a wealth of emotions. Emotions full of a dream, reasons, seasons and my lifetime.
Moo, Moo, several years ago reminded me of one of those "email" things that make their way around the world. She used the title of that "email" thing in the "Re" line of a email she sent me, the email turned out to be her informing me of the painful end of a very long season in her life. The "email" thing that she referenced was about people being in your life for a "Reason, a Season or a Lifetime."
The theme of my last night, turned out to be: Dreams, Seasons, a Reason and a Lifetime. The lesson, never stop dreaming, know that the seasons change, always look for the reason, and relax and enjoy your life "time". Thanks Guys for being my reason to dream and for giving me so many reasons to enjoy my Life Time during the changing seasons!
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Oh What a Beautiful Morning, Oh What a Beautiful Day! Ok, ok, I'll stop singing!
You should have seen this coming, and I'm sure you probably did!Get out there and Vote!!!!! www.abc.com but, if you aren't going to Vote for this couple, then stay away! They deserve to win, so do the right thing, Vote for them or, don't Vote at all! I don't care how cute Mario is, he took dancing lessons for many years, as a child and, therefore, has the technical part somewhere in his memory bank. Emmet on the other hand started this competition with No dance background, was a professional football player, a rough and tumble sport that in no way prepares you for ballroom dancing! Emmet has made it to the final round competiting with someone younger that's had training! Of Course, the person I'm really supporting here is Cheryl Burk! I think she is, without a doubt, the best professional on the show! One of the judges even referred to her as the "MVP" Most Valuable Partner of "Dancing with the Stars" on last night's show! I love to watch this girl dance! Her dancing makes me want to dance and that is obviously exactly what her dancing did for Emmet, too! So, make me happy, cast your votes for Cheryl and Emmet!
Monday, November 13, 2006
I feel lucky, oh so lucky!
PERUNA RULES!
Actually, I believe more in "cause and effect" then I do luck. So, I'm being the "cause" here and hoping for the "effect". If any of you have a contact number for Santa, I would sincerely appreciate it if you would give him a jingle and let him know I want one of these shirts for Christmas! It doesn't get any better then this! Peruna on your chest! The Einstein's at SMU even KNOW that you should Never wear a horseshoe the other way around! All your Luck will fall out! P.S. I know all of you always thought I loved SMU because Laran went there for undergrad, got married in the beautiful chapel there, and is back in the SMU Bubble working on her Masters. I am very proud of her, but for me it was always all about Peruna, I love that Mustang! Ask Laran, she'll tell you it's true, she knows all about my passion for Peruna!
Now, this really is humorous!
In an effort to offset the effects of eating my "Old English" in a jar, and in an effort to acquire more thinness in my life. While preparing myself breakfast this morning, I placed a slice of "Pepperidge Farm 'Very Thin Soft 100% Whole Wheat' Bread" in my toaster. I was across the room when I heard the toaster "pop" went to fetch my toast and it was no where to be seen! I looked and I looked. I started to believe I might not have even up the bread in the toaster. Fearing a moment of meno-pause ya know. But, oh no, the bread I did place, but being so very thin, the toaster had thrown it half-way across my place! This bread is tasty indeed, but I feel that Pepperidge Farm is missing a great advertising opporunity, it can fly across the room too, they just need to figue out how to get it to land in the right place!
WARNING: Humor may be hazardous to your illness. Ellie Katz
There is Nothing Better then the sound of the laughter of a friend. You know you have a real friend when they laugh at your sorrow with no fear and, you join it! In honor of all the outright laughter I heard this weekend, and the giggles too, this post is my way of saying Thank You to You!
Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him. Romain Gary
When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him. Gloria Vanderbilt
Learn to laugh at your troubles and you'll never run out of things to laugh at. Walt Kelly
Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs. Christopher Morley
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. Bob Edwards
If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide. Mahatma Gandhi
The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. Mark Twain
Laughter is by definition healthy. Doris Lessing
When you laugh, be sure to laugh at what people do and not at what people are. Anonymous
A man isn't poor if he can still laugh. Raymond Hitchcock
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked. Bernard Meltzer
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better. Plutarch
I saved my favorite for last. I have a heart full of laughter, sometimes I just forget the song. Thank you for singing it back to me!
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. -Unknown
Humor is an affirmation of dignity, a declaration of man's superiority to all that befalls him. Romain Gary
When a person can no longer laugh at himself, it is time for others to laugh at him. Gloria Vanderbilt
Learn to laugh at your troubles and you'll never run out of things to laugh at. Walt Kelly
Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs. Christopher Morley
The most wasted of all days is one without laughter. Bob Edwards
If I had no sense of humor, I would long ago have committed suicide. Mahatma Gandhi
The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter. Mark Twain
Laughter is by definition healthy. Doris Lessing
When you laugh, be sure to laugh at what people do and not at what people are. Anonymous
A man isn't poor if he can still laugh. Raymond Hitchcock
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked. Bernard Meltzer
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better. Plutarch
I saved my favorite for last. I have a heart full of laughter, sometimes I just forget the song. Thank you for singing it back to me!
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. -Unknown
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
My "Mermaid" Moments!
As a teenager, on Sunday Nights, my mother with fix "snack plates" and that would be our dinner. Just like Cher in Mermaid. We would spend Sunday Nights, snacking and watching television. It was pretty much the only "quality" time we ever spent together back then. Since that time, I'm very happiest when I'm indulging myself in my own creation of a "snack plate." I'm having one for lunch today. My snack plates "always" include one very special item and I don't feel it's an adequate snack plate unless I have it. Since I've taken to "hawking" products, I wanted to share it with all of You. Being someone that has a lot of "food snobs" in my life, I'm experiencing a moment of merriment at the thought of the comments this product might bring! So, please, don't disappoint, food snobs whack away, I will continue to indulge my snack plate desires and this product will continue to be a cherished part of
that, no matter what
You say!
Here it is!
And, to go with my Old English Cheese Spread, Smoked Turkey Sausage and these wonderful crackers I've found. Sesame Rice Cracker, low cal, no trans, no anything, and delicious.
For My Afternoon Snack, I'm going to have "Fruity Cheerios" and listen to Donovan! I hope you are having a Mermaid day!!
that, no matter whatYou say!
Here it is!
And, to go with my Old English Cheese Spread, Smoked Turkey Sausage and these wonderful crackers I've found. Sesame Rice Cracker, low cal, no trans, no anything, and delicious.For My Afternoon Snack, I'm going to have "Fruity Cheerios" and listen to Donovan! I hope you are having a Mermaid day!!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
I'm not "sure" if this post is a continuing response to santas moon, or a result of events of the last 24 hours. . .or both! Whatever, Read on!
"Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive -- the risk to be alive enough to express who we really are and what we are really feeling, thinking, and committed to." -- Don Miguel Ruiz
Over the last 24 hours, with the questions from www.santasmoon.blogspot.com and my responses still fresh in my brain, some things have happened that I wanted to share.
Where to begin? Ok, I'll start here! Rufus has quite often said to me over the years "What makes you think you can do that?" My response has always been "It never enters my mind that I can't do . . .!" One of the things the dark days brought, was a feeling of not being able to do ANYTHING, not even get out of bed in the morning! That feeling has to be awful for anyone, but it's especially difficult for someone that has never encountered anything that she didn't think she could do! That would be Me!
Now, when something shows up that I think I might not be able to do,I set out on a mission to do it! But, sometimes that gives those around you a wrong impression. I realized yesterday, while having a conversation with My CoCo of course, that one of the things that has come from her taking a stand for me during my darkness is a level of intimacy that can only be had when there is absolutely no fear in the relationship. I was sharing with her something that I wasn't sure I could do, and, I did it. When I shared it with her, instead of looking at "what" it was, she was giggling about my attitude about doing it. When I said "Why are you laughing?" Her response "Because it feels good to hear you talking like this again! I love it when your creative side shows up!" Her only focus was on my vigor about being able to do it. Quite frankly, she doesn't give a damn what it is I'm doing, as long as what I'm doing brings out a part of me that she sees as me truly "being" me! On the other hand, when I head down a bad road, she has No Problem going Wait Just One Minute! Does she retreat? Does she abandon? Absolutely Not, she stands there like a fierce warrior, actually more like one of those "Hershey Hugs"! I know, I know, you ALL want her for Your best friend, but she's mine and I'm keeping her!!!!!!
Then, another little tap on the shoulder, from a Very Unexpected Source! "What and Why?" You said you were . . ." A combative relationship in the past, an authenticity running in the relationship now. Sometimes, our actions make it appear that our "feelings" are different from what we have said they are!
I said all that to say this, here it comes . . . "Actions Speak Louder Than Words!" It's not possible to have the level of intimacy with everyone that I am oh so fortunate to have with My CoCo. Not everyone can look past "what" I'm doing and see the "why" I'm doing it. Not everyone is that tuned into me being me! The way to head down that road, is by being willing to take a stand, stand, stand! And one of the ways to take a stand is to ask the questions, "What and Why?" You said you were . . ." Thank You S for caring enough to ask the questions!!!!
And so, who am I, I'm someone who is who she says she is, I care about what I say I care about. If you see me doing something that You think is inconsistent with me being who I say I am, ask the questions!!!! The goal, to be fully alive!
Into the Sunlight! Rufus, did your stomach just lurch?
P.S. In case there is any question in anyone one's mind about who the most important person in my life is. Visit www.santasmoon.blogspot.com there she is my Precious Princess being the one I Love Most!
Over the last 24 hours, with the questions from www.santasmoon.blogspot.com and my responses still fresh in my brain, some things have happened that I wanted to share.
Where to begin? Ok, I'll start here! Rufus has quite often said to me over the years "What makes you think you can do that?" My response has always been "It never enters my mind that I can't do . . .!" One of the things the dark days brought, was a feeling of not being able to do ANYTHING, not even get out of bed in the morning! That feeling has to be awful for anyone, but it's especially difficult for someone that has never encountered anything that she didn't think she could do! That would be Me!
Now, when something shows up that I think I might not be able to do,I set out on a mission to do it! But, sometimes that gives those around you a wrong impression. I realized yesterday, while having a conversation with My CoCo of course, that one of the things that has come from her taking a stand for me during my darkness is a level of intimacy that can only be had when there is absolutely no fear in the relationship. I was sharing with her something that I wasn't sure I could do, and, I did it. When I shared it with her, instead of looking at "what" it was, she was giggling about my attitude about doing it. When I said "Why are you laughing?" Her response "Because it feels good to hear you talking like this again! I love it when your creative side shows up!" Her only focus was on my vigor about being able to do it. Quite frankly, she doesn't give a damn what it is I'm doing, as long as what I'm doing brings out a part of me that she sees as me truly "being" me! On the other hand, when I head down a bad road, she has No Problem going Wait Just One Minute! Does she retreat? Does she abandon? Absolutely Not, she stands there like a fierce warrior, actually more like one of those "Hershey Hugs"! I know, I know, you ALL want her for Your best friend, but she's mine and I'm keeping her!!!!!!
Then, another little tap on the shoulder, from a Very Unexpected Source! "What and Why?" You said you were . . ." A combative relationship in the past, an authenticity running in the relationship now. Sometimes, our actions make it appear that our "feelings" are different from what we have said they are!
I said all that to say this, here it comes . . . "Actions Speak Louder Than Words!" It's not possible to have the level of intimacy with everyone that I am oh so fortunate to have with My CoCo. Not everyone can look past "what" I'm doing and see the "why" I'm doing it. Not everyone is that tuned into me being me! The way to head down that road, is by being willing to take a stand, stand, stand! And one of the ways to take a stand is to ask the questions, "What and Why?" You said you were . . ." Thank You S for caring enough to ask the questions!!!!
And so, who am I, I'm someone who is who she says she is, I care about what I say I care about. If you see me doing something that You think is inconsistent with me being who I say I am, ask the questions!!!! The goal, to be fully alive!
Into the Sunlight! Rufus, did your stomach just lurch?
P.S. In case there is any question in anyone one's mind about who the most important person in my life is. Visit www.santasmoon.blogspot.com there she is my Precious Princess being the one I Love Most!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Answers to questions asked at www.santasmoon.blogspot.com
Well, very interesting post on www.santasmoon.blogspot.com to say the least. I'll attempt to answer some of the questions. Who I was, in the fifties through the early 60's. Living in small town Irving, Texas, free as a bird, best friends with your Aunt Gail from the beginning, why, for a number of reasons, some of which I didn't even realize until I started writing this comment. She, like all my best friends to come, is stable as a rock, has a very strong mother and is blonde, blonde, blonde! Gail was the one that made my, "hair like yours" blonder and blonder, with that Summer Blonde stuff. It was a typical "small town Texas" life. Church on Sunday, focus on school (I won the Blue Ribbon at Field Day one year for poetry reciting), football on Friday nights. A father that loved me, a Grandmother that took very good care of me and two older brothers, one that indulged me, one that drove me nuts! One of my most vivid memories of that period of time, was the day JFK was shot! I wasn't old enough really to understand, on more than what was affecting my immediate surroundings, and what that looked like was seeing my Grandmother rattled for the first and only time in my life! I always loved History, English (especially poetry) and Music, Music, Music. Never much tv happening in our house, there was always music playing. After becoming an adult, while thinking about my Grandmother one day, I burst out laughing at a memory of her. On Saturday afternoon at 6:00 the entire house and the rest of the world, I think, stopped while she watched Lawrence Welk, later that night, after all the kids had gone to bed, she would watch wrestling! What a combination, Welk and wrestling! I think she was probably more interesting then I ever thought she was, I wish I had known her better! Zelma!
In the mid-60's I moved to Houston to live with my mother, what a different life! A wealthy neighborhood in Houston, snobbiest kids around, I had one friend, Mary Durham, then she went away. For the next year or two, I pretty much lived my life alone, afraid to make friends (they might leave, like Mary did) and my mother was busy being a typical single mother! Then, out of no where, suddenly she appeared! Carol! There she was, older than me, wiser than me, more interesting than me, I thought she was the best of the best and she was and still is! She was my best friend then and for years to come I couldn't function without her. She is still one of my best friends to this very day! Wild, oh my gosh Wild! Drinking, Drugging, hanging out in all the wrong places. Committed, Yea, to getting into my tight hip-hugger jeans! I spent more time in her home then I did mine, she had a very stable home, mother, father, grandmothers, Polish/Russian screamers! Said whatever they wanted whenever they got ready. (Carol grew up in the Bronx) Very different from my gentile southern up-bringing. And I loved it! We both dreamed of having our own little girl, the deal was who ever had the first little girl got to name her Jennifer, we both loved that name. Carol even has a painting I gave her a long time ago of our future Jennifer! Of course, we both had a little girl, but neither one of us named her Jennifer. Then, my mother re-married and moved me across town, into a home with a younger step-sister and much younger step-brother. I hated it! I had nothing in common with any of them, I didn't like that side of town, it was too far from Carol, I had been raised like an only child and suddenly I had to share my room and my stuff with this bratty younger sister! Yuck! But, as it has most of my life, music connected us and she became and still is one of the great loves of my life. Talk about wild! Boy, the stories the two of us could tell. Shortly after Baba re-married, I left for New York, Carol in typical Carol fashion was very upset about me leaving, so what did she do, she headed the other way, off to California! We were both gone for over a year. My time in New York was the best time of my life, I was with my wonderful Daddy, met my friend Cindy, someone else who is still in my life, and roamed the streets of New York during the end of the 60's. What a great time it was to be there.
Fast-forward to the day I married your father. July 2, 1977, I was 25 years old and thought I knew it all! I didn't know a single thing. Larry and I had had a fiery, passionate relationship for 3 years and I don't think anyone thought we would ever get married, but there we were doing it. I use to tell people that I wanted to have 6 children, but I only dreamed of having a little girl. My dream came true. Career - nah! Just wanted to make enough money to buy books, music and have fun! On April 16, 1979, my world changed forever, all I wanted then was books, music, and a stable home for You!
Do I think we would have been friends, no probably not. I think we would have liked each other and there's a little bit of a possibility that I would have been Your Lisa and You would have been my Mary, but I think that period of time would have come and gone pretty quickly. Even though I'm a thinker, like you, I'm not a planner, I'm more a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. As you got older and matured, I think I would have driven You crazy! I never had the interest or commitment to school or school activities like you did, I grew up very quickly because of my family situation and the events that went on there. That's why Aunt Carol was such an incredible gift, she was my rock for a number of years.
So, there you have it, if you want "specifics" we'll talk in private!
In the mid-60's I moved to Houston to live with my mother, what a different life! A wealthy neighborhood in Houston, snobbiest kids around, I had one friend, Mary Durham, then she went away. For the next year or two, I pretty much lived my life alone, afraid to make friends (they might leave, like Mary did) and my mother was busy being a typical single mother! Then, out of no where, suddenly she appeared! Carol! There she was, older than me, wiser than me, more interesting than me, I thought she was the best of the best and she was and still is! She was my best friend then and for years to come I couldn't function without her. She is still one of my best friends to this very day! Wild, oh my gosh Wild! Drinking, Drugging, hanging out in all the wrong places. Committed, Yea, to getting into my tight hip-hugger jeans! I spent more time in her home then I did mine, she had a very stable home, mother, father, grandmothers, Polish/Russian screamers! Said whatever they wanted whenever they got ready. (Carol grew up in the Bronx) Very different from my gentile southern up-bringing. And I loved it! We both dreamed of having our own little girl, the deal was who ever had the first little girl got to name her Jennifer, we both loved that name. Carol even has a painting I gave her a long time ago of our future Jennifer! Of course, we both had a little girl, but neither one of us named her Jennifer. Then, my mother re-married and moved me across town, into a home with a younger step-sister and much younger step-brother. I hated it! I had nothing in common with any of them, I didn't like that side of town, it was too far from Carol, I had been raised like an only child and suddenly I had to share my room and my stuff with this bratty younger sister! Yuck! But, as it has most of my life, music connected us and she became and still is one of the great loves of my life. Talk about wild! Boy, the stories the two of us could tell. Shortly after Baba re-married, I left for New York, Carol in typical Carol fashion was very upset about me leaving, so what did she do, she headed the other way, off to California! We were both gone for over a year. My time in New York was the best time of my life, I was with my wonderful Daddy, met my friend Cindy, someone else who is still in my life, and roamed the streets of New York during the end of the 60's. What a great time it was to be there.
Fast-forward to the day I married your father. July 2, 1977, I was 25 years old and thought I knew it all! I didn't know a single thing. Larry and I had had a fiery, passionate relationship for 3 years and I don't think anyone thought we would ever get married, but there we were doing it. I use to tell people that I wanted to have 6 children, but I only dreamed of having a little girl. My dream came true. Career - nah! Just wanted to make enough money to buy books, music and have fun! On April 16, 1979, my world changed forever, all I wanted then was books, music, and a stable home for You!
Do I think we would have been friends, no probably not. I think we would have liked each other and there's a little bit of a possibility that I would have been Your Lisa and You would have been my Mary, but I think that period of time would have come and gone pretty quickly. Even though I'm a thinker, like you, I'm not a planner, I'm more a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. As you got older and matured, I think I would have driven You crazy! I never had the interest or commitment to school or school activities like you did, I grew up very quickly because of my family situation and the events that went on there. That's why Aunt Carol was such an incredible gift, she was my rock for a number of years.
So, there you have it, if you want "specifics" we'll talk in private!
Rufus sent me this quote this morning and Boy do I agree with this! Just wish it was easier to do!
If our happiness does not depend on other people's actions, reactions, words or commentary, then we are not at anyone's mercy.
Reprinted from PowerDialogues.
Copyright ) by Barry Neil Kaufman.
Reprinted from PowerDialogues.
Copyright ) by Barry Neil Kaufman.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Happiness Runs, Happiness Runs!
Ok, folks, here's the deal! BUY THESE CHEERIOS! Even if you don't eat Cheerios, don't eat cereal, buy them anyway, give them to someone who does eat Cheerios. This company is running an ad on television for this new product. And, the song is a song by Donovan, an album I played over and over again during the Happiest time of my life. The song is "Happiness Runs." And, Happiness does run! Give a smile, give a box of Fruity Cheerios! Let's get that "Happiness Running" all around the world!
This has been an unpaid announcement for Happiness Running Fruity Cheerios! Get Yours Today, buy some for yourself, by some for others, just buy those Cheerios!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Make it Jamaica, Jamaica Again
One of my goals for 2007 is going to be to make it Jamaica, Jamaica Again! Once upon a time on the plane returning home, we were delayed leaving because the Captain said "the engines needed to be rotated." I, at the time, a white-knuckled flyer, looked out the window and saw dreadlocked Jamaican's who I was sure were high on gunga weed doing whatever was suppose to be done to the engines. I became immediately convinced that I was never going to see my Precious Princess Daughter again, nor American soil. To pass the time and to ease the nerves, my traveling companions and I started playing a game. Favorite . . . whatever, everyone had to answer and tell why. It was one of the best trips home I ever had, learning about my friends, things I could never have imagined. Everything from their favorite days, nights, restaurants. It was a blast! So in honor of my commmitment to return to Jamaica in 2007, Let's play! The first question is: What was your favorite day ever? Mine was, of course, the day my Precious Princess Graced My Life with her first appearance. What a moment that was, and the joy she has brought me ever since is indescrible, just like an Almond Joy!
Friday, November 03, 2006
Interesting how the brain works!
I have often said that things that cause me very real, overwhelming sorrow, I don't talk about that much, it's true. Being someone that's all about saying good things (which has gotten me into trouble more than once) and wanting to always have fun (we won't even talk about the trouble that's caused me), I always want to talk about positive, entertaining stuff. Even things that are "morbidly fascinating." This morning, with Thanksgiving drawing near, my Dad is sitting very near. From the time I was 18 until they both were gone, I cooked Thanksgiving Dinner for him and my Grandmother. I miss them both more then words can tell.
And, so to give you a little insight into me, what you hear coming out of my mouth, is more about entertaining then what causes sorrow for me. This Thanksgiving season, I'll be giving thanks for those I've loved and lost, and most of the time, talking about them is simply too much.
1. My incredible father in the picture above, its one of the very few pictures I have of the two of us. One of my biggests regrets, is that I don't have more.
2. My Grandmother, Zelma.
3. Judy, Judy, Judy
4. Uncle Jack's Barbara, one of my dearest friends ever.
5. John Brown
6. Steve Oaks and Bill Honey
7. Pup, pup, Chia and Gracie
This Thanksgiving season I'll be with my Princess and her Prince and, even though I've loved and lost, I still have so very much to be Thankful for, so here's a hug for each of you, I'll be giving thanks for you too!
Speaking of "morbidly fascinating" here's an interesting piece of work!
He, He, Ho, Ho,
Great Bar-B-Q!!!!!
"He is a sane man who can have both tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head."
-- Tremendous Trifles, 1909
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Mia Speaks
"It has been well said that no man ever sank under the burden of the day. It is when yesterday's pains and tomorrow's burdens are added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. Never load yourselves down so, my friends. If you find yourselves so loaded, at least remember this: it is your own doing, not God's. He begs you to leave the past and the future to Him and only to mind the present."
-- George MacDonald
-- George MacDonald
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