And so, today marks the end of March! Tomorrow begins April! I explained yesterday why I would not be doing any pranks, but it also begins a three-week journey of madness!
In twenty-one days . . . Margaritaville in the Tropics! This is an island-style event that benefits All Children's Hospital and our local Outpatient Care Center at East Lake. I could say that this is just another fundraiser that the North Pinellas Branch of the Hospital Guild puts on. I could say that it raises funds for a magnificent facility. I could say that the good time that will undoubetdly be had, serves a much greater purpose. Those things are all true. But it just is not quite the right perspective!
Over a decade ago, my son, aka "Miles-a-Minute," was anything but! He literally went from shooting hoops for an entire day to not being able to get off the floor without assistance the next day. A few days later, things were much worse. Lethargy, depression, no activity whatsoever! It took two months to diagnose him with a life-threatening auto-immune disease and less than a business-week to begin treatment. We were sent to All Children's Hospital!
After six-plus years of poking, prodding, infusions, lucky frogs, angels, headphones, footrubs, and about a zillion chicken fingers . . . he was official discharged as a patient with his disease currently never having recurred in an adult. My "Miles-a-Minute" was back! To celebrate, we took a family cruise to the Caribbean.
On the cruise, hubby asked if our daughter, Deanna, looked a little funny. I asked if he was referring to the awful sunburn she had gotten. He said, "No. She looks a little crooked." When we got home, we had a new All Children's patient on our hands. She spent nearly a year in a full-torso, hard plastic brace to stave off the need for scoliosis surgery like her cousin had to have. It worked. Yay! To see her today, most folks wouldn't be able to tell there's anything wrong with her. She's stunning!
So . . . it is perspective! All Children's Hospital is a phenomenal facility. They do amazing, cutting-edge work. They have partnered with Johns Hopkins and now have access to all sorts of incredible research information and works. But they are so very much more than that.
They saved MY babies! They made my world whole. They kept my family intact when a fair portion of families kind of fall apart. They became life-long friends. They saved MY babies!
So, come to Margaritaville for the food, the band, the margaritas, the incredible auctions, the games, or . . . change your perspective. Come and support a facility that does the most amazing thing ever! They save babies!
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
At the peaceful water's edge
A couple of weeks ago, I told you of some divine inspiration and an upcoming poem. Today, a couple days early, it is unveiled.
Sunday marks April Fool's Day. As long as I can remember, I've never been a huge fan. Never played any big practical jokes or even many little ones. Two years ago, on April 1st, I sat beside my mother as she drew her final breath. First of all, I cannot believe it's been two years. Sometimes the hurt is so great, it seems like it happened ten minutes ago. Sometimes, the hurt is so deep, it seems like it happened a decade ago.
Because of my Ch-Angel Ann Miller-Baker, I was gifted with this verse to my most favorite of Ch-Angels, my mom: Francine Loretta Botsakos Rider Herrmann Sellet. I love you and I miss you immensely!
At the peaceful water's edge
As I walk alone, with all my friends, an April fool am I
There's nothing funny about this stroll, or time as it passes by
The heat of the day envelopes me, as a chill stirs in my soul
I'm so very full of support and love, yet so very far from whole
I make my way to the sandy shore, like a mile long walk on glass
Each minute an eternity though the years fly by too fast
Finally at my destination, I face the water and take a seat
Although the silence is unbearable, it's a much deserved retreat
As I let the moment seize me, I'd love to run away
A dark cloud looms above me as the sunlight bakes the day
My toes dig in to sandy earth, the tension begins to fade
And like the palm fronds high above, my mood is gently swayed
As the water slowly rolls ashore, in a gentle, sweet caress
With the grains of sandy painfulness, it carries off my stress
The lullaby of lapping waves, bring your sweet voice back to me
Wraps me in a sun-drenched hug, and takes my teardrops out to sea
Has it really been two years? It still hurts like yesterday
I love these days of quietude; your presence felt in every way
The gloomy cloud's dispersed. The sun beats warm upon my face
Hugged by the salty, sweet sea breeze, I'm comforted in this place
A calmness does envelope me; frees me from life's thorny hedge
I miss you mom, thanks for meeting me ~ at the peaceful water's edge.
Sunday marks April Fool's Day. As long as I can remember, I've never been a huge fan. Never played any big practical jokes or even many little ones. Two years ago, on April 1st, I sat beside my mother as she drew her final breath. First of all, I cannot believe it's been two years. Sometimes the hurt is so great, it seems like it happened ten minutes ago. Sometimes, the hurt is so deep, it seems like it happened a decade ago.
Because of my Ch-Angel Ann Miller-Baker, I was gifted with this verse to my most favorite of Ch-Angels, my mom: Francine Loretta Botsakos Rider Herrmann Sellet. I love you and I miss you immensely!
At the peaceful water's edge
As I walk alone, with all my friends, an April fool am I
There's nothing funny about this stroll, or time as it passes by
The heat of the day envelopes me, as a chill stirs in my soul
I'm so very full of support and love, yet so very far from whole
I make my way to the sandy shore, like a mile long walk on glass
Each minute an eternity though the years fly by too fast
Finally at my destination, I face the water and take a seat
Although the silence is unbearable, it's a much deserved retreat
As I let the moment seize me, I'd love to run away
A dark cloud looms above me as the sunlight bakes the day
My toes dig in to sandy earth, the tension begins to fade
And like the palm fronds high above, my mood is gently swayed
As the water slowly rolls ashore, in a gentle, sweet caress
With the grains of sandy painfulness, it carries off my stress
The lullaby of lapping waves, bring your sweet voice back to me
Wraps me in a sun-drenched hug, and takes my teardrops out to sea
Has it really been two years? It still hurts like yesterday
I love these days of quietude; your presence felt in every way
The gloomy cloud's dispersed. The sun beats warm upon my face
Hugged by the salty, sweet sea breeze, I'm comforted in this place
A calmness does envelope me; frees me from life's thorny hedge
I miss you mom, thanks for meeting me ~ at the peaceful water's edge.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Ch-Angels of Purpose
To reiterate what "Ch-Angels" is all about, I have brought forward the beginnings of this blog.
In my many years on earth, a glaring clarity has always proven itself . . . I have angels watching over me. Anyone who knows me for any period of time, knows that Angels are one of my favorite topics. I believe that as the hand of God reaches this earthly realm, it is transformed into an Angel. This Angel could be a stranger, family, a friend, a directive, . . . just about anything.
I will attempt, in this blog, to share a few of my Angels with you. Folks that I know, that have touched my life to the nth degree and beyond. Events that have altered paths, decisions, and behavior. Thus, the name: "Ch-Angels". It just seemed appropriate.
I have recently had the distinct pleasure of befriending not one, but TWO, amazing Ch-Angels. I work with these fabulous creatures at Macy's. They do the same job I do. Anyone that knows me worth a hoot, would know that when given a task I will perform that task with expedience, dedication, and a ferocity unmatched by a good many folks on earth. Imagine my disbelief when I met two folks who, although one a little older and one a little younger, are clones of me in every respect. At first, and honestly, it irked me. I felt like I had to work harder to shine. But, I have since learned that if the three of us work together, that store has no idea what hit it.
It is such a distinct and privileged pleasure to work with folks who approach every task with the same expedience and dignity that I do. They have the same personal pride in accomplishing the job before them, to the best of their abilities, as quickly as possibly, so as to move on to the next endeavor or to assist the next department. I have always said that it is best to surround yourself with folks who are uplifting and share the same goals and values. This pair of Theresa and Teresa are Ch-Angels that have definitely earned their wings. I could not survive some Macy's days without you. God bless and thanks for showing me a beautiful side of myself while exposing a wonderful side of the world!
Thank you to two of my favorite Ch-Angels!
In my many years on earth, a glaring clarity has always proven itself . . . I have angels watching over me. Anyone who knows me for any period of time, knows that Angels are one of my favorite topics. I believe that as the hand of God reaches this earthly realm, it is transformed into an Angel. This Angel could be a stranger, family, a friend, a directive, . . . just about anything.
I will attempt, in this blog, to share a few of my Angels with you. Folks that I know, that have touched my life to the nth degree and beyond. Events that have altered paths, decisions, and behavior. Thus, the name: "Ch-Angels". It just seemed appropriate.
I have recently had the distinct pleasure of befriending not one, but TWO, amazing Ch-Angels. I work with these fabulous creatures at Macy's. They do the same job I do. Anyone that knows me worth a hoot, would know that when given a task I will perform that task with expedience, dedication, and a ferocity unmatched by a good many folks on earth. Imagine my disbelief when I met two folks who, although one a little older and one a little younger, are clones of me in every respect. At first, and honestly, it irked me. I felt like I had to work harder to shine. But, I have since learned that if the three of us work together, that store has no idea what hit it.
It is such a distinct and privileged pleasure to work with folks who approach every task with the same expedience and dignity that I do. They have the same personal pride in accomplishing the job before them, to the best of their abilities, as quickly as possibly, so as to move on to the next endeavor or to assist the next department. I have always said that it is best to surround yourself with folks who are uplifting and share the same goals and values. This pair of Theresa and Teresa are Ch-Angels that have definitely earned their wings. I could not survive some Macy's days without you. God bless and thanks for showing me a beautiful side of myself while exposing a wonderful side of the world!
Thank you to two of my favorite Ch-Angels!
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Unconditional love . . .
Unconditional love! That is what you get from a pooch! The kind of love that doesn't matter what mood you're in, what kind of day you had, how you feel, or what is going on. They just love ya!
A few days ago, during an exceptionally stressful day of returning clothes to the sales floor at Macy's, a woman entered the dressing room while I was clearing the room of hoardes of clothes the last person decided to leave laying all over. As I passed her, something wet brushed my arm and, for a moment, I was quite alarmed and worried that I might have to defend myself against a deviant. I was pleasantly relieved to find that as she entered the room, she layed her purse on the floor and a little dog hopped out. He had given me a kiss as he passed by. He came immediately to me and allowed me to scratch him, pet him, love on him and stood up to greet me with that little tail just a-wagging away. It hit me about two minutes later that this woman probably actually wanted to try on the clothes she went in there with and she actually asked me if I wanted to take the dog outside with me. I laughed and politely declined but told her that pet therapy is one of the best solutions to a bad day. My whole mood had changed.
This morning, as I sleepily plodded out of the bedroom, my dog Max met me at the bedroom door. I was only about ten feet from my husband and would really have loved to greet him with a morning kiss, but Max had other plans. He is an 85 pound, big black lab. Graying profusely with sore hips and crooked ears, there's not much to argue with. He parked himself across the doorway and would not let me pass til he had gotten sufficient scratching, petting, loving, and hugging. I obliged and he was thrilled.
I made it to hubby, said good morning and turned to head toward the kitchen, but apparently Max had not gotten quite enough. He did the circle thing, huffing and panting until I sat on the floor with him. He curled up in my lap, resting his giant head on my leg and allowed me to scratch his belly. I'm so happy I could make it a good morning for him. Because, you see, in creating a happy pooch there is a joy that oozes into your own heart and creates a happy person!
What a wonderful morning of unconditional love . . .
A few days ago, during an exceptionally stressful day of returning clothes to the sales floor at Macy's, a woman entered the dressing room while I was clearing the room of hoardes of clothes the last person decided to leave laying all over. As I passed her, something wet brushed my arm and, for a moment, I was quite alarmed and worried that I might have to defend myself against a deviant. I was pleasantly relieved to find that as she entered the room, she layed her purse on the floor and a little dog hopped out. He had given me a kiss as he passed by. He came immediately to me and allowed me to scratch him, pet him, love on him and stood up to greet me with that little tail just a-wagging away. It hit me about two minutes later that this woman probably actually wanted to try on the clothes she went in there with and she actually asked me if I wanted to take the dog outside with me. I laughed and politely declined but told her that pet therapy is one of the best solutions to a bad day. My whole mood had changed.
This morning, as I sleepily plodded out of the bedroom, my dog Max met me at the bedroom door. I was only about ten feet from my husband and would really have loved to greet him with a morning kiss, but Max had other plans. He is an 85 pound, big black lab. Graying profusely with sore hips and crooked ears, there's not much to argue with. He parked himself across the doorway and would not let me pass til he had gotten sufficient scratching, petting, loving, and hugging. I obliged and he was thrilled.
I made it to hubby, said good morning and turned to head toward the kitchen, but apparently Max had not gotten quite enough. He did the circle thing, huffing and panting until I sat on the floor with him. He curled up in my lap, resting his giant head on my leg and allowed me to scratch his belly. I'm so happy I could make it a good morning for him. Because, you see, in creating a happy pooch there is a joy that oozes into your own heart and creates a happy person!
What a wonderful morning of unconditional love . . .
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
A perfect 10?
Yesterday, I was running ~ as usual ~ in crazy, endless circles. I really got a lot accomplished, but it was a most exhausting day. Mall, post office, grocery store, dry cleaners, liquor license, Target, meeting up and chatting with friends, making muffins, making dinner, walking the dog, and finally collapsing! Craziness, but good!
While at the mall, I decided on the advice of a friend to check out the prices at JC Penney. She had raved about how good they were. I strolled through different departments and sometimes she was right, sometimes she was not-as-right. I finally ended up in the clothing department and chose to look for a new pair of work pants. You can always use black pants, right?
So . . . I strolled around a while and decided on two different styles to take in the dressing room. I rummaged through the stacks til I found a size 10 ~ my current size ~ NOT boot cut, and slimming - to help! (I'll take the help wherever I can get it!) I also took two shirts to try on. The shirts were the first to go on and they were both winners, so I was quite happy. I put on the first pair of pants and was astounded to find that they were large. I checked the size and chalked it up to maybe it just being the cut of the slacks. Next, I picked up the jeans. I threw them on and . . . lo and behold . . . these were large, too! I checked the size again and, yep, 10's. Hmmm! I returned to the sales floor and grabbed 8's in the same styles. When I got back in the dressing room, these too were roomy! I couldn't believe it! The dieting and exercise have paid off! Yippee! I was so excited, I just bought the shirts and ran away. I'll wait to see what size new pants I end up in!
Perfect 10? I think not! I think I'm gonna shoot for a perfect 6!!! Wish me luck!
While at the mall, I decided on the advice of a friend to check out the prices at JC Penney. She had raved about how good they were. I strolled through different departments and sometimes she was right, sometimes she was not-as-right. I finally ended up in the clothing department and chose to look for a new pair of work pants. You can always use black pants, right?
So . . . I strolled around a while and decided on two different styles to take in the dressing room. I rummaged through the stacks til I found a size 10 ~ my current size ~ NOT boot cut, and slimming - to help! (I'll take the help wherever I can get it!) I also took two shirts to try on. The shirts were the first to go on and they were both winners, so I was quite happy. I put on the first pair of pants and was astounded to find that they were large. I checked the size and chalked it up to maybe it just being the cut of the slacks. Next, I picked up the jeans. I threw them on and . . . lo and behold . . . these were large, too! I checked the size again and, yep, 10's. Hmmm! I returned to the sales floor and grabbed 8's in the same styles. When I got back in the dressing room, these too were roomy! I couldn't believe it! The dieting and exercise have paid off! Yippee! I was so excited, I just bought the shirts and ran away. I'll wait to see what size new pants I end up in!
Perfect 10? I think not! I think I'm gonna shoot for a perfect 6!!! Wish me luck!
Monday, March 26, 2012
A moment, please
I will be the first to admit that I sometimes get a little wrapped up in my own little world. I tend to get a wee bit stressed out and overwhelmed by the many tasks that I have opted into. That is my own doing and I really have no excuses or anyone to blame.
It is at those times that HAVING someone who understands is a great blessing to me. But . . .
A moment, please . . .
As much as I adore a kind word, a helping hand, a generous gesture; I must take a moment and delve a little deeper. I am thankful and appreciative of those bits of time when I am blessed by those special folks who soothe my nerves, alleviate my anxieties, and are generally just a warm fuzzy. But . . .
A moment, please . . .
BEING someone who understands is a great blessing to others!
Changing your perspective often creates a true picture of the world we're in. We all get bogged down in our own mire; helpless and pitiful. When we actually turn our attentions to assisting someone else and helping others; our marsh doesn't seem so boggy and desolate. In fact, you might find a few flowers along the way.
It is at those times that HAVING someone who understands is a great blessing to me. But . . .
A moment, please . . .
As much as I adore a kind word, a helping hand, a generous gesture; I must take a moment and delve a little deeper. I am thankful and appreciative of those bits of time when I am blessed by those special folks who soothe my nerves, alleviate my anxieties, and are generally just a warm fuzzy. But . . .
A moment, please . . .
BEING someone who understands is a great blessing to others!
Changing your perspective often creates a true picture of the world we're in. We all get bogged down in our own mire; helpless and pitiful. When we actually turn our attentions to assisting someone else and helping others; our marsh doesn't seem so boggy and desolate. In fact, you might find a few flowers along the way.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Zzzzzzzzzzz
Oh sweet Sandman, why do you elude me so?
I cannot possibly have so much to do that I need to be awake for so very many hours during a day.
I accomplish as much as I can during normal hours and still, you seek me out to keep you company during the darkened hours.
I weep for lack of sleep!
With another full day ahead, I will take my weary bones back to the bed to try again to find you.
Don't hide so well, please!
Good night . . . again . . .
I cannot possibly have so much to do that I need to be awake for so very many hours during a day.
I accomplish as much as I can during normal hours and still, you seek me out to keep you company during the darkened hours.
I weep for lack of sleep!
With another full day ahead, I will take my weary bones back to the bed to try again to find you.
Don't hide so well, please!
Good night . . . again . . .
Friday, March 23, 2012
Windmills of Your Mind
I grew up singing this song all the time. I thought it was written by a crazy person who had lost a majority of their senses, but loved the tune. Now, some 40 years later, I get it! This is ME! This is life! I get it!
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along the shoreline, leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming, just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Craziness, that makes complete and total sense! Enjoy your own windmills!
Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple, whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind
Like a tunnel that you follow, to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly, was it something that I said?
Lovers walk along the shoreline, leave their footprints in the sand
Was the sound of distant drumming, just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway and a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over, were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Craziness, that makes complete and total sense! Enjoy your own windmills!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
NEW
What does today hold for you?
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
~ Author Unknown
Today holds WHATEVER you would like it to hold. Don't wait to start over. Start NOW and finish on your terms. Do what brings your heart happiness. Do a kind deed and watch the ripples of goodness travel through the vast expanse of life. And, when you least expect it, it will come back to envelope you when you need it most!
Your story may already be started; but it is long way from being finished. Change course. Begin anew!
Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.
~ Author Unknown
Today holds WHATEVER you would like it to hold. Don't wait to start over. Start NOW and finish on your terms. Do what brings your heart happiness. Do a kind deed and watch the ripples of goodness travel through the vast expanse of life. And, when you least expect it, it will come back to envelope you when you need it most!
Your story may already be started; but it is long way from being finished. Change course. Begin anew!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Life is . . .
Life is what we are alive to. It is not length but breadth. Be alive to goodness, kindness, purity, love, history, poetry, music, flowers, stars, God, and eternal hope.
~ M. Babcock
So beautifully said! Go re-read that.
Let it sink it! Let it wash over you! Absorb it! Become it! Live it! Share it!
Simple perfection . . .
~ M. Babcock
So beautifully said! Go re-read that.
Let it sink it! Let it wash over you! Absorb it! Become it! Live it! Share it!
Simple perfection . . .
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Diligence and Delegation
Diligence and Delegation! Two words I'm working on!
I believe I have always been diligent: constant in effort to accomplish something; attentive and persistent; done or pursued with persevering attention. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. Momma always taught me to be productively busy and I really try to do just that. Whatever task I take on, I give it 110% and see it through, no matter how daunting or scary it might seem. I believe diligence walks hand-in-hand with expedience and together they can create magical moments.
Delegation: to send or appoint a person; to commit powers, functions, etc., to another. This one ~ much harder to get a grip on. As an expedience-compulsive person, delegating tends to take that power away from you. It then becomes a trust issue where you assume and pray that those you have delegated to, view the project as importantly and impressively as you do. The lesson that is SO hard to learn is that 'just because you have your way of doing it, doesn't mean it's any better or worse than my way.' I think it is equally as hard for the delegated individual to come to grips with this. The end result is the measuring stick and success is defined in a multitude of ways!
I thank those who are helping me with my Diligence and Delegation. It is a wonderful learning experience and I truly appreciate the incredible efforts of the folks around me. You are my support, my refuge, my glory, my everything. I cherish you all! Thank you!
I believe I have always been diligent: constant in effort to accomplish something; attentive and persistent; done or pursued with persevering attention. Idle hands are the Devil's workshop. Momma always taught me to be productively busy and I really try to do just that. Whatever task I take on, I give it 110% and see it through, no matter how daunting or scary it might seem. I believe diligence walks hand-in-hand with expedience and together they can create magical moments.
Delegation: to send or appoint a person; to commit powers, functions, etc., to another. This one ~ much harder to get a grip on. As an expedience-compulsive person, delegating tends to take that power away from you. It then becomes a trust issue where you assume and pray that those you have delegated to, view the project as importantly and impressively as you do. The lesson that is SO hard to learn is that 'just because you have your way of doing it, doesn't mean it's any better or worse than my way.' I think it is equally as hard for the delegated individual to come to grips with this. The end result is the measuring stick and success is defined in a multitude of ways!
I thank those who are helping me with my Diligence and Delegation. It is a wonderful learning experience and I truly appreciate the incredible efforts of the folks around me. You are my support, my refuge, my glory, my everything. I cherish you all! Thank you!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Oh Sweet Rejuvenation
Not only did I get an actual day off, I kind of hid! My cell phone stayed on the charger for the entire day yesterday. I did not check messages, make phone calls, or concern myself too much with emails. I chose NOT to go to work because hubby and son were both home.
I was up early, as usual, did my normal early-morning stuff and waited for the boys to arise. We hit the gym and worked out and then played a brutal game of racquetball. Stomach is in pain from ab workout; and pride is in pain from Miles beating us up on the racquetball court! Ha! Ha!
Hightailed it home, to scarf down a lunch and then headed to the local beach to chill. What a glorious day of sun and nothing! As the boy strolled off one way to see what he could find; and hubby strolled off in the other direction with his fishing pole, I was left to quietly enjoy the sound of the surf and the warmth of the sun. After just a very short while, a group of four adults decided to park it just a few feet from our towels. Minutely annoyed, I pondered moving but then . . . I heard those glorious words that told me Momma was working some magic . . . "Want me to play some guitar?" And so, for nearly two hours, I baked myself in the Florida sunshine listening to a really rather good guitar player strumming himself silly, singing ~ along with his friends ~ to everything from Fuel, to Bon Jovi, to much older stuff. And, in the still moments between songs, the languid lapping of the water. Just completely sublime!
Today I must work, but I can start fresh and renewed and with sweet rejuvenation. Thanks Mom and thanks guitar-playing stranger & friends who just made the whole day. You just never know where those little bliss bombs will come. I think the beach is a beautiful place to be bombarded!
Enjoy your Monday!
I was up early, as usual, did my normal early-morning stuff and waited for the boys to arise. We hit the gym and worked out and then played a brutal game of racquetball. Stomach is in pain from ab workout; and pride is in pain from Miles beating us up on the racquetball court! Ha! Ha!
Hightailed it home, to scarf down a lunch and then headed to the local beach to chill. What a glorious day of sun and nothing! As the boy strolled off one way to see what he could find; and hubby strolled off in the other direction with his fishing pole, I was left to quietly enjoy the sound of the surf and the warmth of the sun. After just a very short while, a group of four adults decided to park it just a few feet from our towels. Minutely annoyed, I pondered moving but then . . . I heard those glorious words that told me Momma was working some magic . . . "Want me to play some guitar?" And so, for nearly two hours, I baked myself in the Florida sunshine listening to a really rather good guitar player strumming himself silly, singing ~ along with his friends ~ to everything from Fuel, to Bon Jovi, to much older stuff. And, in the still moments between songs, the languid lapping of the water. Just completely sublime!
Today I must work, but I can start fresh and renewed and with sweet rejuvenation. Thanks Mom and thanks guitar-playing stranger & friends who just made the whole day. You just never know where those little bliss bombs will come. I think the beach is a beautiful place to be bombarded!
Enjoy your Monday!
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Happy St. Patrick's Day
So much fun to be had on this wee holiday!
You can be green with envy, green around the gills, find green in yer pockets, or date the green-eyed monster!
You can be lucky in love, have the luck o' the Irish, or have luck pursue you each mornin' and night.
You can find a rainbow, a pot o' gold, a four leaf clover, or even a leprechaun.
Whatever you choose to do today; "May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, and Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand!
And . . . if you're buying . . . I'm Irish!
You can be green with envy, green around the gills, find green in yer pockets, or date the green-eyed monster!
You can be lucky in love, have the luck o' the Irish, or have luck pursue you each mornin' and night.
You can find a rainbow, a pot o' gold, a four leaf clover, or even a leprechaun.
Whatever you choose to do today; "May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, and Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand!
And . . . if you're buying . . . I'm Irish!
Friday, March 16, 2012
Sail On!
In combining a couple of friends and their posts or current turmoil, today is about sailing your ships! One dear friend commented that sometimes the ocean can be brutal and chaotic. Other times it can be peaceful. But she has learned that, no matter what and after every storm . . . the ocean is still absolutely beautiful! Another sweet soul that I adore is a little concerned about his current job and where things may lead. Sail on, my friend!
If we are lucky, we are docked and tied up nicely when those storms of life come rushing through. Sometimes, even docked, our boats are battered and abused. But the storm does end! There are times, however, when we are caught, off guard, at sea during those storms. We are tossed about, scattered, forced to enter unchartered territory. That is NOT a bad thing. It is, quite possibly, those unchartered territories that hold the treasures we are seeking. An unknown port, a new location, heck . . . a whole new boat is sometimes just what we need to continue our travels.
Sail on, my friends . . . to new, beautiful, and unknown beaches and shores and friends and opportunities. Your future awaits and is as close as the fresh breeze that hits your sails. Sail on!
If we are lucky, we are docked and tied up nicely when those storms of life come rushing through. Sometimes, even docked, our boats are battered and abused. But the storm does end! There are times, however, when we are caught, off guard, at sea during those storms. We are tossed about, scattered, forced to enter unchartered territory. That is NOT a bad thing. It is, quite possibly, those unchartered territories that hold the treasures we are seeking. An unknown port, a new location, heck . . . a whole new boat is sometimes just what we need to continue our travels.
Sail on, my friends . . . to new, beautiful, and unknown beaches and shores and friends and opportunities. Your future awaits and is as close as the fresh breeze that hits your sails. Sail on!
Thursday, March 15, 2012
AI Inspired
I am NOT picking favorites, but last night's performance by Josh of "When A Man Loves A Woman" was absolutely incredible! Even my husband, who usually pokes fun of the show, just said, "WOW!" And that's the kind of moment that was.
I get all sorts of jazzed when people truly and deeply feel what they are singing. (Do NOT I say I sound like J Lo!) I think there are a lot of talented folks on this year's show, but when someone just connects with the song like he did last night, it makes my eyes well up and my heart just pound. It is a special moment in time that I was lucky enough to be present for.
I don't know if he'll win. At this point, I don't think I really care. I just so enjoy watching these young folks evolve. I wish we had a competition for every person to evolve into what they could be. Oh, wait, we do. It's called life! :-) Compete well and fairly, my friends!
I get all sorts of jazzed when people truly and deeply feel what they are singing. (Do NOT I say I sound like J Lo!) I think there are a lot of talented folks on this year's show, but when someone just connects with the song like he did last night, it makes my eyes well up and my heart just pound. It is a special moment in time that I was lucky enough to be present for.
I don't know if he'll win. At this point, I don't think I really care. I just so enjoy watching these young folks evolve. I wish we had a competition for every person to evolve into what they could be. Oh, wait, we do. It's called life! :-) Compete well and fairly, my friends!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Time . . .
Time is a dressmaker, specializing in alterations!
What a fabulous quote and one of the ultimate truths! I have never really been one to hop all over the latest fashions and styles. I've always just wanted to be comfortable. But even that frame of mind leaves much freedom for the altering seamstress!
Literally . . . I weighed 112 pounds at 21. I was squatting 180 pounds, doing aerobics every single day, and also negative nautilus like a junky! I was in amazing shape. Then I moved to Atlanta . . . a fabulous place for a young person to go, but with many distractions. 112 was gone in a heartbeat! Oh well! In a few short years, I was married and within two months of the wedding I was pregnant. Although I didn't gain but 25-30 pounds with both kids, child-bearing changes your body. When the boy became ill, stress and stagnant behavior left me in horrible shape. Now, in my mid-40's, I'm happy to say I've recently dropped 12 pounds and continue to head to lesser weights.
In the most basic of terms, change is constant!
Figuratively . . . when I was younger, my girlfriend and I were going to be big-rig drivers and cruise across the country. Then I wanted to model. Then I wanted to be a professional golfer. Then I wanted to be a body-builder or fitness guru. The creative side always won out and I continually found myself in graphic sorts of jobs. I found out I enjoy writing. I found out I'm fairly good at poetry. I realized I'm pretty good at most sports. I stumbled upon an ability to coordinate and facilitate. And, I'm still not sure I know what I want to be when I grow up.
In the most basic of terms, change is constant!
I don't think I will EVER be the bearer of the latest trendy styles. I will always be comfortable or searching for comfort. I am thankful that time is my dressmaker and specializes in alterations. Let it out; take it in. Lower the hem; hike it up. Spandex; Denim. It's all good and it all has a time and place. I feel like, as crazy as life has been, I have worn it pretty well!
I hope the same for you!
What a fabulous quote and one of the ultimate truths! I have never really been one to hop all over the latest fashions and styles. I've always just wanted to be comfortable. But even that frame of mind leaves much freedom for the altering seamstress!
Literally . . . I weighed 112 pounds at 21. I was squatting 180 pounds, doing aerobics every single day, and also negative nautilus like a junky! I was in amazing shape. Then I moved to Atlanta . . . a fabulous place for a young person to go, but with many distractions. 112 was gone in a heartbeat! Oh well! In a few short years, I was married and within two months of the wedding I was pregnant. Although I didn't gain but 25-30 pounds with both kids, child-bearing changes your body. When the boy became ill, stress and stagnant behavior left me in horrible shape. Now, in my mid-40's, I'm happy to say I've recently dropped 12 pounds and continue to head to lesser weights.
In the most basic of terms, change is constant!
Figuratively . . . when I was younger, my girlfriend and I were going to be big-rig drivers and cruise across the country. Then I wanted to model. Then I wanted to be a professional golfer. Then I wanted to be a body-builder or fitness guru. The creative side always won out and I continually found myself in graphic sorts of jobs. I found out I enjoy writing. I found out I'm fairly good at poetry. I realized I'm pretty good at most sports. I stumbled upon an ability to coordinate and facilitate. And, I'm still not sure I know what I want to be when I grow up.
In the most basic of terms, change is constant!
I don't think I will EVER be the bearer of the latest trendy styles. I will always be comfortable or searching for comfort. I am thankful that time is my dressmaker and specializes in alterations. Let it out; take it in. Lower the hem; hike it up. Spandex; Denim. It's all good and it all has a time and place. I feel like, as crazy as life has been, I have worn it pretty well!
I hope the same for you!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Fortitude forged from friends
Fortitude.
mental and emotional strength in facing difficulty, adversity, danger, or temptation courageously
Never, in a million years, would I have ever thought I could use that word to describe myself. I am both humbled and proud to say I do. It is a ribbon; an honor; a declaration to proclaim victory over whatever has stood in your way.
I must, however, dedicate my medal to all those who have supported me through my troubles, my struggles, my adversity, my difficulties . . . and my triumphs. We are only as good as the folks we surround ourselves with. I have been blessed to walk beside some pretty amazing people. Folks that have held me up since elementary school; friends who have stood beside me in some blazing bs; and those who charge with me through every storm and battle ready to fight with me . . . for me.
I thank you, my friends, for that fortitude. You ARE my fortitude!
mental and emotional strength in facing difficulty, adversity, danger, or temptation courageously
Never, in a million years, would I have ever thought I could use that word to describe myself. I am both humbled and proud to say I do. It is a ribbon; an honor; a declaration to proclaim victory over whatever has stood in your way.
I must, however, dedicate my medal to all those who have supported me through my troubles, my struggles, my adversity, my difficulties . . . and my triumphs. We are only as good as the folks we surround ourselves with. I have been blessed to walk beside some pretty amazing people. Folks that have held me up since elementary school; friends who have stood beside me in some blazing bs; and those who charge with me through every storm and battle ready to fight with me . . . for me.
I thank you, my friends, for that fortitude. You ARE my fortitude!
Monday, March 12, 2012
Inspiration and Anticipation
I do love my sleep. It is often fleeting and irregular, at best, but I do enjoy a sweet night's slumber!
There are few things I enjoy being awakened by. First would be my husband, but that has no business being discussed here! Second, would be the sound of my kids coming home late. Then I am assured of their safety and security and my sleep comes a little easier. Third, and one of my favorites, is . . . inspiration!
On many a night, in the wee, early hours I am stirred to life with the notion to write. Sometimes, I will write entire lengthy prose in a single sweep of the pen. Other times, the verse is there, but kind of jumbly . . . like my brain at that hour. Regardless of the task, the outcome always amazes me. I do not understand where it comes from sometimes, and then there are the pieces that are just so poignant and direct that it frightens me.
Several days ago, in answering a comment to a friend, I told her that I would "meet her at the water's edge". As I was writing it, I literally said ~ out loud ~ to myself, "THAT will be a poem!" And just two days ago, at approximately 4:15 am, I was awakened with the directive to write. Not too short and not too long, it is perfect. It will be revealed in a few short weeks and you will understand why when you read it. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. I adore having that blessed task of putting pen to paper to expose and make tangible the gifts God blessed me with.
There are few things I enjoy being awakened by. First would be my husband, but that has no business being discussed here! Second, would be the sound of my kids coming home late. Then I am assured of their safety and security and my sleep comes a little easier. Third, and one of my favorites, is . . . inspiration!
On many a night, in the wee, early hours I am stirred to life with the notion to write. Sometimes, I will write entire lengthy prose in a single sweep of the pen. Other times, the verse is there, but kind of jumbly . . . like my brain at that hour. Regardless of the task, the outcome always amazes me. I do not understand where it comes from sometimes, and then there are the pieces that are just so poignant and direct that it frightens me.
Several days ago, in answering a comment to a friend, I told her that I would "meet her at the water's edge". As I was writing it, I literally said ~ out loud ~ to myself, "THAT will be a poem!" And just two days ago, at approximately 4:15 am, I was awakened with the directive to write. Not too short and not too long, it is perfect. It will be revealed in a few short weeks and you will understand why when you read it. I hope you enjoy it half as much as I enjoyed writing it. I adore having that blessed task of putting pen to paper to expose and make tangible the gifts God blessed me with.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Spring Ahead . . .
Spring ahead! That's kind of an understatement . . .
What a crazy week! Emotional roller coaster than turned into a physical train wreck! I just have to get through a short shift at work today, after paying the bills, doing Margaritaville stuff, cleaning the house, and then figuring out what's for dinner and cook it, before I can fall down and take a day off! Started with the celebration of someone lost far too early, added to two deaths in one week, injured a hip flexor, limped my way through wine shopping (thank goodness there are carts to lean on), drove all over Pinellas county, met with amazing folks, and although I am completely exhausted, I feel like I got a whole lot accomplished. Now, to boot, I will lose an hour of sleep tonight.
Remember to set your clocks ahead before bed tonight. Check your batteries in your smoke and any other detectors you might own.
Although I'm hoping your week was a little less hectic, Spring just seems to be a busy time of year. We clean out closets, dressers, and bad attitudes ~ and there's a renewed energy toward goals and getting things done. And even though we have much to do, there's a multitude of wonderful things that abound around us. Blooming flowers, babies, weddings, newness, freshness, and rebirth. Absorb it all. You need not travel far to see these blessings. Enjoy the bounty as you . . . Spring Ahead . . .
What a crazy week! Emotional roller coaster than turned into a physical train wreck! I just have to get through a short shift at work today, after paying the bills, doing Margaritaville stuff, cleaning the house, and then figuring out what's for dinner and cook it, before I can fall down and take a day off! Started with the celebration of someone lost far too early, added to two deaths in one week, injured a hip flexor, limped my way through wine shopping (thank goodness there are carts to lean on), drove all over Pinellas county, met with amazing folks, and although I am completely exhausted, I feel like I got a whole lot accomplished. Now, to boot, I will lose an hour of sleep tonight.
Remember to set your clocks ahead before bed tonight. Check your batteries in your smoke and any other detectors you might own.
Although I'm hoping your week was a little less hectic, Spring just seems to be a busy time of year. We clean out closets, dressers, and bad attitudes ~ and there's a renewed energy toward goals and getting things done. And even though we have much to do, there's a multitude of wonderful things that abound around us. Blooming flowers, babies, weddings, newness, freshness, and rebirth. Absorb it all. You need not travel far to see these blessings. Enjoy the bounty as you . . . Spring Ahead . . .
Friday, March 9, 2012
Loss
On Wednesday, the aunt of my daughter's boyfriend passed away from cancer. Yesterday, a dear woman who I have known since probably before I was around passed away also. There is much sadness in their loss, but there is much to be gained from their lives.
Sadly, we are left here . . . to mourn. We wonder about possibilities, relish memories, maybe wish some event or conversation ended differently, and . . . we mourn. And that is good. They are blessed by the tears that fall for them. They feel that love and know that they are missed.
But, while we are here, maybe we can do a little learning. If you're able to get yourself on the bone marrow list, do it. It is a simple swab test that could do an infinite amount of good in the life of another. Nick's aunt would be proud to have opened that opportunity up to you. You might not have realized that such a simple task could save a life.
And, as for Mary, a most sweet and gentle soul, she'd want nothing more than mended fences and communication. I can't ever remember her being anything but the most caring person to all those she met. Her heart was always open. And so, open yours. Communicate. Think before you speak and consider others before you act. It seemed to be a rule that Mary lived by. Doesn't seem too terribly hard to try to do the same.
Loss leaves a horrible chasm in your heart. Fill it with good deeds, kind words, and fond memories.
Sadly, we are left here . . . to mourn. We wonder about possibilities, relish memories, maybe wish some event or conversation ended differently, and . . . we mourn. And that is good. They are blessed by the tears that fall for them. They feel that love and know that they are missed.
But, while we are here, maybe we can do a little learning. If you're able to get yourself on the bone marrow list, do it. It is a simple swab test that could do an infinite amount of good in the life of another. Nick's aunt would be proud to have opened that opportunity up to you. You might not have realized that such a simple task could save a life.
And, as for Mary, a most sweet and gentle soul, she'd want nothing more than mended fences and communication. I can't ever remember her being anything but the most caring person to all those she met. Her heart was always open. And so, open yours. Communicate. Think before you speak and consider others before you act. It seemed to be a rule that Mary lived by. Doesn't seem too terribly hard to try to do the same.
Loss leaves a horrible chasm in your heart. Fill it with good deeds, kind words, and fond memories.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
OUCH!
Sometimes, life's lessons hurt!
Failures, losses, struggles, and deaths can wreak havoc on our lives. It is ok to grieve. It is ok to be sad or frustrated or angry or disjointed. It is ok to feel weakened or unstable or insecure. It is ok to occasionally rant or vent or have an outburst.
What is NOT ok, is to let it consume you. It is NOT ok to direct those feelings toward other people in a demeaning manner. It is NOT ok to hold on to that sadness, anger, frustration, and disjointedness.
"Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are."
~ Bernice Johnson Reagon
You are not met with any challenge that does not hold within it, a lesson for you. Growth, humility, acceptance, endurance, persistence, or a cazillion other opportunities. Look beyond your tears. They will dry, eventually. Search beyond your anger. It will exhaust you. Seek the treasures that can be found in the midst of whatever chaos you might be facing. They are there! Pain, in whatever form it takes, is most useful when it's overcome!
Failures, losses, struggles, and deaths can wreak havoc on our lives. It is ok to grieve. It is ok to be sad or frustrated or angry or disjointed. It is ok to feel weakened or unstable or insecure. It is ok to occasionally rant or vent or have an outburst.
What is NOT ok, is to let it consume you. It is NOT ok to direct those feelings toward other people in a demeaning manner. It is NOT ok to hold on to that sadness, anger, frustration, and disjointedness.
"Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you, they're supposed to help you discover who you are."
~ Bernice Johnson Reagon
You are not met with any challenge that does not hold within it, a lesson for you. Growth, humility, acceptance, endurance, persistence, or a cazillion other opportunities. Look beyond your tears. They will dry, eventually. Search beyond your anger. It will exhaust you. Seek the treasures that can be found in the midst of whatever chaos you might be facing. They are there! Pain, in whatever form it takes, is most useful when it's overcome!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Best Medicine
When faced with seemingly insurmountable odds . . . laugh!
When faced with devastating news . . . laugh!
When faced with overwhelming tasks . . . laugh!
Or at least smile. It is the start of something good!
Bob Hope once said, "I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful."
When faced with the life-threatening illness of my son, we did not let it consume us. We joked; we laughed; we 'comedians' took to the floor to chase off the demons.
When faced with my daughter's seventh-grade 'accessory of necessity' ~ a full-torso hard plastic back brace to stave off scoliosis surgery . . . again, we found humor and made it a game to see how far she could close it, told her to put her artwork on it . . . whatever diverted the attention from the nonsense.
When faced with the all-too-sudden passing of my mom, there were many, many tears. But there was also laughter. She brought such joy and merriment into the world. There really was no better way to pay our respect to her than to laugh. It was one of her favorite things ~ to hear her children's laughter.
And so . . . for whatever might ail ya . . . laughter might truly be ~ the best medicine!
When faced with devastating news . . . laugh!
When faced with overwhelming tasks . . . laugh!
Or at least smile. It is the start of something good!
Bob Hope once said, "I have seen what a laugh can do. It can transform almost unbearable tears into something bearable, even hopeful."
When faced with the life-threatening illness of my son, we did not let it consume us. We joked; we laughed; we 'comedians' took to the floor to chase off the demons.
When faced with my daughter's seventh-grade 'accessory of necessity' ~ a full-torso hard plastic back brace to stave off scoliosis surgery . . . again, we found humor and made it a game to see how far she could close it, told her to put her artwork on it . . . whatever diverted the attention from the nonsense.
When faced with the all-too-sudden passing of my mom, there were many, many tears. But there was also laughter. She brought such joy and merriment into the world. There really was no better way to pay our respect to her than to laugh. It was one of her favorite things ~ to hear her children's laughter.
And so . . . for whatever might ail ya . . . laughter might truly be ~ the best medicine!
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
LOVE
LOVE is a powerful, enveloping entity.
Loss Of Visual Equality: When we become smitten with someone, we tend to do whatever it takes to make them happy. We jump through hoops, set our proverbial hair on fire, accept things normally unacceptable, and sometimes forget our own worth.
Laughter Outrage Villainy Emotional: The world of love can lead to a plethora of scattered and mixed feelings and behavior. There can be very high highs and extremely low lows. The key is to strike a balance of all these things and keep life and relationships in perspective.
Longing Opportunity Valor Euphoria: Such infinite chance fluctuations on the emotional roller coaster that is love. Too much of one, defeats the purpose of the others. Grow together, grow individually, and grow in unison.
Lasting Omnipotent Victorious Evermore: When you have found what you should have, it will be all those and more. I wish you LOVE in all its capacities, troubles, and triumphs. To be safely held in the web it weaves is a pleasure indescribable!
Loss Of Visual Equality: When we become smitten with someone, we tend to do whatever it takes to make them happy. We jump through hoops, set our proverbial hair on fire, accept things normally unacceptable, and sometimes forget our own worth.
Laughter Outrage Villainy Emotional: The world of love can lead to a plethora of scattered and mixed feelings and behavior. There can be very high highs and extremely low lows. The key is to strike a balance of all these things and keep life and relationships in perspective.
Longing Opportunity Valor Euphoria: Such infinite chance fluctuations on the emotional roller coaster that is love. Too much of one, defeats the purpose of the others. Grow together, grow individually, and grow in unison.
Lasting Omnipotent Victorious Evermore: When you have found what you should have, it will be all those and more. I wish you LOVE in all its capacities, troubles, and triumphs. To be safely held in the web it weaves is a pleasure indescribable!
Monday, March 5, 2012
A new beginning
My niece and my daughter are moving! My niece is purchasing her first house and I'm certain she will make it a most beautiful and inviting home. She will fill it with love and treasures that make her heart happy and that makes me happy. My daughter is moving just down the street from her current abode. The new apartment is a compilation of things she adores - a balcony, a pool, a bay view, and security. She is most excited about starting fresh and that makes me happy.
A new beginning doesn't need to start by uprooting your living arrangement, but sometimes that is just what the doctor ordered. A new beginning can simply be a change! We are certainly creatures of habit. We tend to fall into many repititious rituals that can lead to ruts. Eventually, we wear ourselves ragged trying to dig our way out of those ruts. It only takes a 'new beginning'!
Change the way you go to work. Change the store you shop in. Take a walk instead of watching tv. Visit with a friend at lunch. Eat an apple instead of pizza. A new beginning takes the tiniest of efforts and yet, can yield incredible results. I wish for all of you today, a new beginning. Whether it is your health, your environment, your spirit, your job. Today . . . is a new beginning.
Begin something new!
A new beginning doesn't need to start by uprooting your living arrangement, but sometimes that is just what the doctor ordered. A new beginning can simply be a change! We are certainly creatures of habit. We tend to fall into many repititious rituals that can lead to ruts. Eventually, we wear ourselves ragged trying to dig our way out of those ruts. It only takes a 'new beginning'!
Change the way you go to work. Change the store you shop in. Take a walk instead of watching tv. Visit with a friend at lunch. Eat an apple instead of pizza. A new beginning takes the tiniest of efforts and yet, can yield incredible results. I wish for all of you today, a new beginning. Whether it is your health, your environment, your spirit, your job. Today . . . is a new beginning.
Begin something new!
Saturday, March 3, 2012
A Job Well Done
I never thought working at Macy's would teach me so much! Thanks!
Recovery, or picking up fitting rooms and returning clothes to the sales floor, may not sound like brain surgery ~ and it isn't. It is, however, labor-intensive at best! It has taught me that there are a tremendous amount of women out there whose mothers would be devastated at the disrepair in which they leave the fitting rooms. It has taught me that woman are grossly more slob-like than men - no matter how the tv may portray folks. It has taught me that the better dressed the woman; it is more likely she will leave a huge mess in the fitting room! Sad stuff!
On a more serious note, it has taught me that I am only one person. I am only capable of what my two little hands can do, no matter the size of the obstacle in front of me. It has taught me that persistence and consistence are two EXTREMELY important characteristics to employ. It has taught me that putting the right people together can make fabulous things happen. It has taught me that no matter the slob in the room; it is still imperative to be nice! Cohesion and compatability are vital to any task. And it has taught me that nothing is impossible!!!
Crazy to learn so much from a little part-time job; but I am thrilled to say that I work hard for my little check and I certainly do more than earn it! I enjoy the interactions and enjoy myself, no matter the stress level. I love to prove the non-believers wrong and go from stacks of clothes everywhere to TWO clean fitting rooms in one shift! Thank goodness MY mom taught me to never be afraid of getting a little dirty and sticking things out til the end. I so enjoy a job well done!
Recovery, or picking up fitting rooms and returning clothes to the sales floor, may not sound like brain surgery ~ and it isn't. It is, however, labor-intensive at best! It has taught me that there are a tremendous amount of women out there whose mothers would be devastated at the disrepair in which they leave the fitting rooms. It has taught me that woman are grossly more slob-like than men - no matter how the tv may portray folks. It has taught me that the better dressed the woman; it is more likely she will leave a huge mess in the fitting room! Sad stuff!
On a more serious note, it has taught me that I am only one person. I am only capable of what my two little hands can do, no matter the size of the obstacle in front of me. It has taught me that persistence and consistence are two EXTREMELY important characteristics to employ. It has taught me that putting the right people together can make fabulous things happen. It has taught me that no matter the slob in the room; it is still imperative to be nice! Cohesion and compatability are vital to any task. And it has taught me that nothing is impossible!!!
Crazy to learn so much from a little part-time job; but I am thrilled to say that I work hard for my little check and I certainly do more than earn it! I enjoy the interactions and enjoy myself, no matter the stress level. I love to prove the non-believers wrong and go from stacks of clothes everywhere to TWO clean fitting rooms in one shift! Thank goodness MY mom taught me to never be afraid of getting a little dirty and sticking things out til the end. I so enjoy a job well done!
Friday, March 2, 2012
Extraordinary Gentlemen
My oldest brother, Cal, is one very blessed individual. Not because he was born on Valentine's Day. No because he is the oldest of seven kids. Not because he's remarkably intelligent and craftfully gifted. Not because he has two absolutely amazing children who are outstanding all on their own. It is because, quite simply, of who he surrounds himself with.
Cal is in his 50's now. That's a long way from high school, and yet, he is surrounded by his friends from those many years ago, not only on a continual basis, but on a frequent basis. This VERY special group of friends have stuck together, through all kinds of trials and tribulations, and remain as close as they have ever been; even now some 30+ years later!!! Divorce, sickness, moving, therapies, death, and every other curveball life could throw at them has not diminished the solidity that has formed between them. They will, in fact, be gathering this weekend to commemorate and remember a dear friend who passed away over a decade ago. They do it every year. It is a beautiful reminder of how valuable and binding friendships can be.
They meet up every summer for a long weekend to simply enjoy one another's company. Their children have grown up together and I have no doubt, their children's children will know each other also. Such a fabulously lucky group of individuals who have come across one another and found the worth in one another to remain connected. It truly warms my heart! And, dare I say, makes me a little jealous! I have my friends that I've stayed in touch with, since elementary school ~ but not to this degree! It is simply beautiful!
I find it comforting, though, to know that in some dimented way . . . they are ALL my 'oldest brothers'. I grew up with them, know them, love them, care about them, and miss them all. My 'six brother' tag line actually should be more like 'thirteen or fourteen' or more. Enjoy each other this weekend. Lift Joe up in prayer and thought. I will be thinking of you all from down here. Continue to value one another as you do. It is extraordinary . . . like all of you!
Cal is in his 50's now. That's a long way from high school, and yet, he is surrounded by his friends from those many years ago, not only on a continual basis, but on a frequent basis. This VERY special group of friends have stuck together, through all kinds of trials and tribulations, and remain as close as they have ever been; even now some 30+ years later!!! Divorce, sickness, moving, therapies, death, and every other curveball life could throw at them has not diminished the solidity that has formed between them. They will, in fact, be gathering this weekend to commemorate and remember a dear friend who passed away over a decade ago. They do it every year. It is a beautiful reminder of how valuable and binding friendships can be.
They meet up every summer for a long weekend to simply enjoy one another's company. Their children have grown up together and I have no doubt, their children's children will know each other also. Such a fabulously lucky group of individuals who have come across one another and found the worth in one another to remain connected. It truly warms my heart! And, dare I say, makes me a little jealous! I have my friends that I've stayed in touch with, since elementary school ~ but not to this degree! It is simply beautiful!
I find it comforting, though, to know that in some dimented way . . . they are ALL my 'oldest brothers'. I grew up with them, know them, love them, care about them, and miss them all. My 'six brother' tag line actually should be more like 'thirteen or fourteen' or more. Enjoy each other this weekend. Lift Joe up in prayer and thought. I will be thinking of you all from down here. Continue to value one another as you do. It is extraordinary . . . like all of you!
Thursday, March 1, 2012
"Family"
I have written, on a prior occasion, about family!
Family is incredibly important and integral in a person's growth and development and in their moral make-up. Family can be the safety net over which we traverse our scariest and most unstable feats. Family can be the hand we hold when hiking new destinies. Family can be uplifting and grounding; supportive and stabilizing; persistent and persuasive; gathering and global.
Family, however, need not be related by some blood line, heirarchy, or destiny. Family can be as close as your best friend ~ the person who will sit with you and listen to your woes, encourage your dreams, or simply quietly sit. Family, as you age, becomes those you CHOOSE to be family. Your relatives will always be your relatives. Hopefully, your bond with them is strong and steadfast and solid. If it is not, create your own family.
I wish you relatives far and wide; from every corner of this beautiful round earth. I wish you folks who will stand beside you, behind you, in front of you, and have the courage to tell you to go sit down when necessary. I have truly been blessed with a plethora of people, who I am no more related to than Mickey Mouse, who have been family when mine were absent. Susie, Lenny, Tana, Harold, and a myriad of ladies and gents who have held me together when troubles and turmoil have threatened to tear me asunder. I could not ask for better, more incredible 'relatives' than these folks. Thank you for your care, your concern, your love, your kindness. It does not go unnoticed!
Family is incredibly important and integral in a person's growth and development and in their moral make-up. Family can be the safety net over which we traverse our scariest and most unstable feats. Family can be the hand we hold when hiking new destinies. Family can be uplifting and grounding; supportive and stabilizing; persistent and persuasive; gathering and global.
Family, however, need not be related by some blood line, heirarchy, or destiny. Family can be as close as your best friend ~ the person who will sit with you and listen to your woes, encourage your dreams, or simply quietly sit. Family, as you age, becomes those you CHOOSE to be family. Your relatives will always be your relatives. Hopefully, your bond with them is strong and steadfast and solid. If it is not, create your own family.
I wish you relatives far and wide; from every corner of this beautiful round earth. I wish you folks who will stand beside you, behind you, in front of you, and have the courage to tell you to go sit down when necessary. I have truly been blessed with a plethora of people, who I am no more related to than Mickey Mouse, who have been family when mine were absent. Susie, Lenny, Tana, Harold, and a myriad of ladies and gents who have held me together when troubles and turmoil have threatened to tear me asunder. I could not ask for better, more incredible 'relatives' than these folks. Thank you for your care, your concern, your love, your kindness. It does not go unnoticed!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)