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Monday, August 26, 2013
Recently friends had to put down their beloved 12 year old Golden Retriever and are now welcoming a new puppy into the family. They just had to put their crazy dog love somewhere and Doc Holliday is the lucky recipient. 16 year old Misti said goodbye last week and her family is still in mourning for their gentle, good girl. Dogs love you like no other and it is crushing to lose them. The minute we acquire a dog it's only a matter of time till we have a broken heart. But it's all worth it as they think we are the greatest thing ever.
Do you have a special dog in your life? Share if you will...
Enjoy this last week of summer. After Labor Day it somehow just seems over. Ahhh, but the luscious fall is on it's way. xo
R.I.P. my old friend Mark Cousineau who at 51 years old, was way to young and way too loved to have crossed over. Please, watch out for motorcycles and their drivers. It can all end in a flash. xoxo Mark and may peace be with you and your family and friends who love you so very much. xo
Monday, August 19, 2013
The best way to feel young is to spend time with my darling nieces on a rare visit to Michigan. Aeryn and Elie made me see the beauty of the day, as I joined them in fishing, rock hunting, grasshopper and dragonfly captures, apple picking, and of course eating. I was treated to two little songs sung in Korean with a translation following the tunes. The girls are beautiful, smart, inquisitive, polite and very well behaved. (Kudos Jacob and Julie!) I'm blessed to have them in my life even if it's only once in a while. xo
I think AARP should consider the things that you SHOULD do after 50 instead of that stupid cautionary warning.
Maybe if I have the jello shots BEFORE I go rollerskating? It's likely that the outcome will be better!
Have a wonderful week and do something totally 'age unappropriate'-borrow a child if you have to! xo
Monday, August 12, 2013
In the movie, during a dinner with friends, someone asks the guests to describe themselves using one word. No one has to think long to come up with their descriptive word for how they see themselves. Except Julia's character, which is sort of the point of the story.
I thought I would give this thing whirl....How about friend? Too easy, and besides I don't think that really describes how I feel about myself. Mother and daughter is who I am by circumstances that I did not create, so that won't work. I too, want to learn to speak Italian and am curious to travel there and many other places. I am basically contented-but that somehow translates to complacent-which I am not. Opinionated sounds loud and brash and not really dreamy enough. Dreamy? Dreamer? Yep, maybe so. I dream of many things simple and otherwise. I dream of a day when my family will know true health and happiness. I dream of learning and experiencing. A world of peace and understanding and acceptance. I dream of a perfectly organized closet where everything still fits. (Hey, it's MY dream here)! I want to paint one good picture, learn at least one new language, and finally finish one knitting/crocheting project. Change some one's life a little. Dreamer with a side of 'doer' thrown in to make some things actually happen.
Yes, I'm going to go with 'dreamer'. How about you. Think hard on your personal possibility and let me know where you land on this one. It's really easy to name someone else's words, but not so much when it's our own choosing.
And speaking of dreamer....Julia's character gets in a bike/car accident in Bali with a vehicle driven by Javier Bardem. It don't get much dreamier than that my friends! Sigh. But I (dreamily) digress. I'll be waiting to hear what you think, so don't let me down.
I know-you wouldn't DREAM of it! xo Love to you all, Darlings.. xo
Monday, August 5, 2013
After taking a giant pull off my vodker, and a refresh on my lip gloss, I hit the floor to see if I still had what it took. As you may know, I have waitressed and bar tended on and off since I was 15 and breaking child labor laws, but that was a looooooong time ago! Happily the skill is just like riding a bike-in my case, a very old one! I was workin' it old skool as I slapped down menus, took drink orders-and then ran to the bar to make them. Turning in food orders came back as natural as vodka and soda with a twist of lime. Patrons were patient and gracious as they could see we were stretched a little thin. I cleaned up some tables, found extra ketchup and gave out quarters for the Skill Claw machine. Handling a busy bar is the ultimate in organization and multitasking but somehow the plethora of demands were met.
It's almost a rush when it dawns on you that it all worked out and everyone is fed and happy-I know I was when finally I sat down to my vodka and pizza. Waitressing is honest, hard work and I'm not ashamed to have done it and would do it again. It's instant gratification and once again reminds me why I always over tip. Thanks for the experience Sweet Melissa!! xo