Hurrah!!!
Hurrah!!!
Hurrah!!!
Hurrah!!!
Hurrah!!!
I opened the door and there they stood. It felt like Christmas morning and they were beautiful packages waiting to be unwrapped. They lit up my life for four glorious days.
My daughter has a new whispy, shaggy hairstyle that suits her perfectly, has lost weight and glows with a new confidence since we'd last been together almost a year ago. My grandchildren were even more georgeous than the fabulous photos we'd been getting of them.
I mean our daughter and OUR grandchildren. Sorry.
I had the thought that it might be awkward for our grandchildren for a bit since it had been so long. I needn't have worried. They are two of the most exquisite human beings imaginable. REALLY. It has NOTHING to do with the fact that they are my grandchildren!!! But, mostly to do with the fact of their parenting.
I was a little jealous that they coveted Grandpa more than they did me. The next day we all went to "The Wilbur May Center" museum. The highlight was when the kids held real live snakes! Yikes! I pretended like I did it all the time so I wasn't expected to participate. (I could have if I had to).
The next night Grandpa had to work. Sad faces from both of his idolizers. After an adventure of investigating near the water and climbing Indian Rock at Pyramid Lake, we stopped in to see Grandpa at work in the casino. It must have been a bit like Chucky Cheesee on steroids for the kids walking through all the lights and noise and people. We had no trouble getting them to keep holding our hands. As soon as Granddaughter saw Grandpa she called out his name and ran at him with joy and relief.
A long trip to Tahoe was next where we had a new eating experience at Fire n' Ice. Grandson and I stayed on terra firma while the two girls took the gondola ride up to Heavenly and back. We spent some time at the shore of Lake Tahoe exploring and posing for the pro. Waiting patiently and expectantly to see the results. On the rest of the trip around the lake we stopped at the exact spot where I had taken the picture of Lake Tahoe that is on this blog.
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It was distressing to hear that they had car trouble on the way back home and that it is going to cost a big hunk of change to fix.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Thinking Bloggers Meme
I have been entertaining my daughter and grandchildren since dinner time on Wednesday right after I was given a thinkers award from toni.
So I am just now posting this.
Well all the blogs I visit make me think:
I think that is stupid.
I think that photo is beautiful.
I think that is funny.
You see what I mean.
So, how many is it? Five? I think I must think of five blogs that I visit that make me think and then say something about why it makes me think. And of course it doesn't count that toni who tagged me is one of my favs because I feel very comfortable with her, like I 've known her for years.
biscotto is the most intriguing blog I have read. Her writing puts you in the seat right next to her. It was from one of menos favs that I found her.
Amber's' writing is compelling and gentle. She shares her past to help others and shares her lovely family perhaps to show how it is possible to overcome.
Blog Ant is a fabulous writer. Unlike me, no interpreter is necessary when you read her totally engrossing posts, no matter what they are about.
Atavist makes me think harder than any. On several occasions I ended up with many hand written pages trying to express how I felt about a certain subject he was discussing and ended up not commenting at all.
And meno, ah meno, I can't really say why I relate so totally to her blog.
And since meno is always mentioned in fabulous five memes I will add another fascinating blog.
deirdre fills her blog with the breathings of her heart.
So I am just now posting this.
Well all the blogs I visit make me think:
I think that is stupid.
I think that photo is beautiful.
I think that is funny.
You see what I mean.
So, how many is it? Five? I think I must think of five blogs that I visit that make me think and then say something about why it makes me think. And of course it doesn't count that toni who tagged me is one of my favs because I feel very comfortable with her, like I 've known her for years.
biscotto is the most intriguing blog I have read. Her writing puts you in the seat right next to her. It was from one of menos favs that I found her.
Amber's' writing is compelling and gentle. She shares her past to help others and shares her lovely family perhaps to show how it is possible to overcome.
Blog Ant is a fabulous writer. Unlike me, no interpreter is necessary when you read her totally engrossing posts, no matter what they are about.
Atavist makes me think harder than any. On several occasions I ended up with many hand written pages trying to express how I felt about a certain subject he was discussing and ended up not commenting at all.
And meno, ah meno, I can't really say why I relate so totally to her blog.
And since meno is always mentioned in fabulous five memes I will add another fascinating blog.
deirdre fills her blog with the breathings of her heart.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Here they come!!!!!!
JOY`JOY`JOY`
I am anticipating a visit from my first born and her first and second born in about six hours!!!! It has been almost a year, so Granpa and I are excitavariestly looking forward to seeing them all. There have been so many changes.
So, I ask my daughter, "Tell me what kind of cereal would they like to have that you don't let them have. It will just be just for when they come to Grandma and Grandpas' house and so it won't be like you're allowing it." (This was a ritual of Grandpas' with his Grandma that he wanted to fondly continue).
First she snickered and said it was nice of me to ask, then said, "I don't know what kind of cereal it is, but something with Spiderman or some other character on it for Grandson. And there's a box with a princess on it that Granddaughter covets."
So Grandpa and I were going thru the aisles of Walmart in the wee hours of this morning giggling over new discoveries that little kids might like. Gogurts to name just one. Grandpa was thrilled to find that Spidey was on the box of his favorite cereal, "Cocoa Puffs"! I thought about, but didn't get Sugar Smacks for Lucky.
And now I must get a bunch of stuff done before they get here. And probably won't have much to say to any of you til after they all head back home Sunday with a big piece of my heart. I'm talking about comments cause you know how lousy I am in the Post department. I know you'll miss me and I you. Maybe.
I am anticipating a visit from my first born and her first and second born in about six hours!!!! It has been almost a year, so Granpa and I are excitavariestly looking forward to seeing them all. There have been so many changes.
So, I ask my daughter, "Tell me what kind of cereal would they like to have that you don't let them have. It will just be just for when they come to Grandma and Grandpas' house and so it won't be like you're allowing it." (This was a ritual of Grandpas' with his Grandma that he wanted to fondly continue).
First she snickered and said it was nice of me to ask, then said, "I don't know what kind of cereal it is, but something with Spiderman or some other character on it for Grandson. And there's a box with a princess on it that Granddaughter covets."
So Grandpa and I were going thru the aisles of Walmart in the wee hours of this morning giggling over new discoveries that little kids might like. Gogurts to name just one. Grandpa was thrilled to find that Spidey was on the box of his favorite cereal, "Cocoa Puffs"! I thought about, but didn't get Sugar Smacks for Lucky.
And now I must get a bunch of stuff done before they get here. And probably won't have much to say to any of you til after they all head back home Sunday with a big piece of my heart. I'm talking about comments cause you know how lousy I am in the Post department. I know you'll miss me and I you. Maybe.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
One thing leads to another II
One Thing Leads to Another - Part II
I just really have wanted to know. First, why I was fat, instead of searching for ways to lose weight. That question took me through the process of self analysis, reading, exercises, self hypnosis. And what I found was that I had been molested by my father when I was still in diapers. That I screamed and hit my kids because I was full of anger not because they were doing bad things. That I was controlling because I had been abandoned by everyone I ever loved. That I sabotaged myself because I thought I was an evil person because I thought I did evil things. That I was an adult child of an alcoholic as well as having been a codependent wife of an alcoholic ex-husband. And what became clear to me is that when you clear up one thing the way is open to work on something else when you are searching for clarity.
One thing that has become clear to me is that when I started to believe I was fat, I really wasn't. When I was in the fifth grade everyone was required to be weighed. The results were listed on the blackboard. I was the heaviest in the whole class. I have carried that humility with me to this day. Unknown to me at the time, I was also the oldest because of my birth date. I was two and a half months shy of being seven years old when I started first grade. Looking at pictures of me taken during that time, it is obvious that I was not fat. But, I believed the lie and the lie grew bigger and so did I.
I continue to uncover lies that I believed of myself and also truths, some good, some bad some beautiful. I am grateful that I started this journey of self discovery. It is changing my life.
There is a famous quote about an unexamined life........ ?
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I just really have wanted to know. First, why I was fat, instead of searching for ways to lose weight. That question took me through the process of self analysis, reading, exercises, self hypnosis. And what I found was that I had been molested by my father when I was still in diapers. That I screamed and hit my kids because I was full of anger not because they were doing bad things. That I was controlling because I had been abandoned by everyone I ever loved. That I sabotaged myself because I thought I was an evil person because I thought I did evil things. That I was an adult child of an alcoholic as well as having been a codependent wife of an alcoholic ex-husband. And what became clear to me is that when you clear up one thing the way is open to work on something else when you are searching for clarity.
One thing that has become clear to me is that when I started to believe I was fat, I really wasn't. When I was in the fifth grade everyone was required to be weighed. The results were listed on the blackboard. I was the heaviest in the whole class. I have carried that humility with me to this day. Unknown to me at the time, I was also the oldest because of my birth date. I was two and a half months shy of being seven years old when I started first grade. Looking at pictures of me taken during that time, it is obvious that I was not fat. But, I believed the lie and the lie grew bigger and so did I.
I continue to uncover lies that I believed of myself and also truths, some good, some bad some beautiful. I am grateful that I started this journey of self discovery. It is changing my life.
There is a famous quote about an unexamined life........ ?
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Monday, April 09, 2007
Closer Than a Friend
CLOSER THAN A FRIEND
It has been at least a decade, probably two, since I wrote these words. I was practicing a new alphabet in calligraphy by putting these thoughts down. The sentiment between us is even stronger now, but I am kinder to myself. I am tossing out the calligraphy and thought this would be a good place to save the words. My friend is going through a very tough time right now, recently having lost her mother and a dear dear friend, so the piece of my heart that belongs to her is hurting right now.
How does it happen? I felt right off that we'd be friends, though it seemed so unlikely. She is such a classy elegant lady, so friendly and considerate. And so beautiful. The shiny marvel of her raven black hair against the delicate ivory of her skin is enchanting. Her features are perfect, her expressions inviting. People stand close to her.
I on the other hand am not so magnetic and take some getting used to. Mousy blond hair, brooding eyes with flabby lids, and equally flabby body, but I do have perfectly beautiful teeth, even though they're encased inside a turned down mouth. The whole effect being a perpetual look of anger, unless disturbed by a pleasant thought, which barely manages to save me from being ugly. So, in looks and manners we couldn't be more different.
But, it continually amazes us how much alike our thoughts are, how cohesive our feelings. Vividly we feel each others successes, disappointments, joys, sorrows and frustrations. We both feel that the other is superior and it came as quite a surprise to find too, that each of us feels the most blessed by our relationship!
It has been at least a decade, probably two, since I wrote these words. I was practicing a new alphabet in calligraphy by putting these thoughts down. The sentiment between us is even stronger now, but I am kinder to myself. I am tossing out the calligraphy and thought this would be a good place to save the words. My friend is going through a very tough time right now, recently having lost her mother and a dear dear friend, so the piece of my heart that belongs to her is hurting right now.
A PIECE OF MY HEART
How does it happen? I felt right off that we'd be friends, though it seemed so unlikely. She is such a classy elegant lady, so friendly and considerate. And so beautiful. The shiny marvel of her raven black hair against the delicate ivory of her skin is enchanting. Her features are perfect, her expressions inviting. People stand close to her.
I on the other hand am not so magnetic and take some getting used to. Mousy blond hair, brooding eyes with flabby lids, and equally flabby body, but I do have perfectly beautiful teeth, even though they're encased inside a turned down mouth. The whole effect being a perpetual look of anger, unless disturbed by a pleasant thought, which barely manages to save me from being ugly. So, in looks and manners we couldn't be more different.
But, it continually amazes us how much alike our thoughts are, how cohesive our feelings. Vividly we feel each others successes, disappointments, joys, sorrows and frustrations. We both feel that the other is superior and it came as quite a surprise to find too, that each of us feels the most blessed by our relationship!
Thursday, April 05, 2007
All About Me(me)
Three Things
Three Things
Three Things
I was tagged by toni, the only blogger who cares about me, for this:
All About Me(me)
3 things that scare me:
....Speaking in front of a microphone without a script
....Answering our home phone
....Making appointments on the phone
3 bloggers that make me laugh :
....toni
....lucky
....azucar
3 things I love:
....Babies
....Old things-I love ghost towns, castles, ruins, old structures, old gravestones, old growth forests, antiques, etc.
....Tahoe
3 things I hate:
....Mammograms
....Bras
....Uncomfortable shoes
3 things I don't understand:
....Murder
....Deceit
....My husband
3 things on my desk (worktable):
....Magnifying swing arm lamp
....Watercolor paraphernalia
....A cucumber metal brush holder
3 things I'm doing right now:
....Baking an angel food cake
....I was reading blogs right before toni emailed me
....Trying to be clever and entertaining
3 things I want to do before I die:
....See Andrew Wyeths painting titled "Widows Walk" again
....Visit England again
....Visit Italy
3 things I can do:
....Touch my nose with my tongue
....Have multiple orgasms
....Count in Hawaiian
3 things I can't do:
....Menstruate
....Get an erection
....Count in Russian
3 things I think you should listen to:
....Your heart
....Your children
....Your spouse (not necessarily in that order)
3 things I think you should never listen to:
....Self condemnation
....Gossip
....Get rich quick schemes
3 things I'd like to learn:
....How to use my cell phone
....How to use our label maker
....How to do more on the computer
3 favorite foods:
....Snowcrab
....Green beans
....Pasta in cream sauce
3 shows I watched as a kid:
....(Hey kids, what time is it?) Howdy Doody
....The Cisco Kid
....The Love Ranger
3 people I tag
....you
....you
and you
Three Things
Three Things
I was tagged by toni, the only blogger who cares about me, for this:
All About Me(me)
3 things that scare me:
....Speaking in front of a microphone without a script
....Answering our home phone
....Making appointments on the phone
3 bloggers that make me laugh :
....toni
....lucky
....azucar
3 things I love:
....Babies
....Old things-I love ghost towns, castles, ruins, old structures, old gravestones, old growth forests, antiques, etc.
....Tahoe
3 things I hate:
....Mammograms
....Bras
....Uncomfortable shoes
3 things I don't understand:
....Murder
....Deceit
....My husband
3 things on my desk (worktable):
....Magnifying swing arm lamp
....Watercolor paraphernalia
....A cucumber metal brush holder
3 things I'm doing right now:
....Baking an angel food cake
....I was reading blogs right before toni emailed me
....Trying to be clever and entertaining
3 things I want to do before I die:
....See Andrew Wyeths painting titled "Widows Walk" again
....Visit England again
....Visit Italy
3 things I can do:
....Touch my nose with my tongue
....Have multiple orgasms
....Count in Hawaiian
3 things I can't do:
....Menstruate
....Get an erection
....Count in Russian
3 things I think you should listen to:
....Your heart
....Your children
....Your spouse (not necessarily in that order)
3 things I think you should never listen to:
....Self condemnation
....Gossip
....Get rich quick schemes
3 things I'd like to learn:
....How to use my cell phone
....How to use our label maker
....How to do more on the computer
3 favorite foods:
....Snowcrab
....Green beans
....Pasta in cream sauce
3 shows I watched as a kid:
....(Hey kids, what time is it?) Howdy Doody
....The Cisco Kid
....The Love Ranger
3 people I tag
....you
....you
and you
Saturday, March 31, 2007
One thing leads to another
One Thing Leads to Another
My personal quest for enlightenment and self actualization started for me in earnest a short time after May of 1986 when my husband and I were separated for almost a year. (I like to say that for the shock value!) It was not choice that separated us, but a new job that took my husband 1500 miles away. We thought we had sold our home in New Mexico. My husband went to California for training for his new job. The kids and I house hunted in Spokane, Washington and were excited about what we had found. When we returned to New Mexico though we learned that the couple who had bought our house could not qualify for the loan. With great disappointment for my husband and I the house went back on the market and the kids and I stayed put. The kids didn't mind so much not having to leave their friends.
So, for a year I was a single stay at home Mom. Most of my friends had moved away. And of course my husband was 1500 miles away. "No more eggs to fry......" Yes, I did have a pity party, for just a bit. The house was always at it's best, ready to show to a prospective buyer should a realtor call. So, when the kids were at school I had lots of time on my hands. I decided to spend this time productively.
Whether it was true or not is another story, but, I had believed myself to be fat since the forth grade. And I decided one more time that I was going to conquer the fat. I went to the library often and spent a lot of time reading the treasures I would bring home. I remember sitting at the typewriter typing an eating plan after reading several books by Geneen Roth. And while typing I had an Ah hah moment! This day was the first time I asked myself why. Why was I fat? I changed direction and started reading and working through "The Viscott Method a Revolutionary Program for Self-Analysis and Self Understanding" by David S. Viscott. Thus the journey began.
It was at this time that "The Oprah Winfree Show" was nationally sindicated and I was hooked after the first show that I watched. Through Oprah I was introduced to Wayne Dyer, Gary Zukav, Harville Hendriks, Dr. Phil and Depok Chopra, to name a few. Then while visiting a friend back east I watched the Wisdom Channel and discovered Louise Haye. While talking on the phone with another distant friend she mentioned a book titled something about loving yourself. I didn't write it down, but looked for it the next time I was in the library. What I came up with was titled something like "How to Love Yourself". I have it in a box in the garage I think. It turned out not to be the book my friend was talking about, but it's simple message was essential for me. There was also Marianne Williamson, John Gray, John Bradshaw, Jung, even Covey and Freud. Yes, I've read them all and more. I am, if nothing else, well read!!!
I am not in total agreement with everything everyone of them mutters. Neither do I discount everything they say because I don't agree with every detail. I just really have wanted to know.
I must have been born curious, always wanting to be the fly on the wall. My older brother always had his friends and would be off somewhere with them. I would be with my Mom and her friends listening to them gossip and talk about their biggest concern, how to lose weight. Anytime there would be people gathered talking I had my ears close by. And I kept many secrets because somehow I knew that if I repeated any of what I was hearing I would not be allowed to listen anymore. I still have many secrets locked inside. do do.........do do (that was an attempt at the 'Twilight Zone' music).
Anyway, there I went, off on a tangent and forgetting where I was going with this, which is why I don't post much and spend a lot of time watching the cursor blink.
I just really have wanted to know.
My personal quest for enlightenment and self actualization started for me in earnest a short time after May of 1986 when my husband and I were separated for almost a year. (I like to say that for the shock value!) It was not choice that separated us, but a new job that took my husband 1500 miles away. We thought we had sold our home in New Mexico. My husband went to California for training for his new job. The kids and I house hunted in Spokane, Washington and were excited about what we had found. When we returned to New Mexico though we learned that the couple who had bought our house could not qualify for the loan. With great disappointment for my husband and I the house went back on the market and the kids and I stayed put. The kids didn't mind so much not having to leave their friends.
So, for a year I was a single stay at home Mom. Most of my friends had moved away. And of course my husband was 1500 miles away. "No more eggs to fry......" Yes, I did have a pity party, for just a bit. The house was always at it's best, ready to show to a prospective buyer should a realtor call. So, when the kids were at school I had lots of time on my hands. I decided to spend this time productively.
Whether it was true or not is another story, but, I had believed myself to be fat since the forth grade. And I decided one more time that I was going to conquer the fat. I went to the library often and spent a lot of time reading the treasures I would bring home. I remember sitting at the typewriter typing an eating plan after reading several books by Geneen Roth. And while typing I had an Ah hah moment! This day was the first time I asked myself why. Why was I fat? I changed direction and started reading and working through "The Viscott Method a Revolutionary Program for Self-Analysis and Self Understanding" by David S. Viscott. Thus the journey began.
It was at this time that "The Oprah Winfree Show" was nationally sindicated and I was hooked after the first show that I watched. Through Oprah I was introduced to Wayne Dyer, Gary Zukav, Harville Hendriks, Dr. Phil and Depok Chopra, to name a few. Then while visiting a friend back east I watched the Wisdom Channel and discovered Louise Haye. While talking on the phone with another distant friend she mentioned a book titled something about loving yourself. I didn't write it down, but looked for it the next time I was in the library. What I came up with was titled something like "How to Love Yourself". I have it in a box in the garage I think. It turned out not to be the book my friend was talking about, but it's simple message was essential for me. There was also Marianne Williamson, John Gray, John Bradshaw, Jung, even Covey and Freud. Yes, I've read them all and more. I am, if nothing else, well read!!!
I am not in total agreement with everything everyone of them mutters. Neither do I discount everything they say because I don't agree with every detail. I just really have wanted to know.
I must have been born curious, always wanting to be the fly on the wall. My older brother always had his friends and would be off somewhere with them. I would be with my Mom and her friends listening to them gossip and talk about their biggest concern, how to lose weight. Anytime there would be people gathered talking I had my ears close by. And I kept many secrets because somehow I knew that if I repeated any of what I was hearing I would not be allowed to listen anymore. I still have many secrets locked inside. do do.........do do (that was an attempt at the 'Twilight Zone' music).
Anyway, there I went, off on a tangent and forgetting where I was going with this, which is why I don't post much and spend a lot of time watching the cursor blink.
I just really have wanted to know.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
100 books
100 BOOKS
If you want to play along, simply take the list below, paste it into your own blog, put READ next to those you’ve read, WANT TO next to those you are interested in, AGAIN & AGAIN next to those you’ve read and can’t stop, and leave blank those you don’t care to read.
1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown) read
2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) read
3. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee) read
4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell) read
5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien) READ
6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien) READ
7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien) READ
8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery) READ
9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)read
10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling)
12. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown)
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)
14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden) READ
16. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Rowling)
17. Fall on Your Knees(Ann-Marie MacDonald)
18. The Stand (Stephen King)
19. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Rowling)
20. Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte) READ
21. The Hobbit (Tolkien) READ
22. The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger) read
23. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott) READ
24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold) READ
25. Life of Pi (Yann Martel) ?
26. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
27. Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte) READ
28. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis) read
29. East of Eden (John Steinbeck) read
30. Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)read
31. Dune (Frank Herbert)read
32. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks) read
33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand) read
34. 1984 (Orwell)
35. The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley) read
36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)?
37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
38. I Know This Much is True (Wally Lamb)read
39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
40. The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)?
41. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel) read!!!!
42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)
45. The Bible read
46. Anna Karenina (Tolstoy) read
47. The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas) read
48. Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt)read
49. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck) READ
50. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)read
51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver) read
52. A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens) read
53. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)
54. Great Expectations (Dickens) READ
55. The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald) READ
56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling)
58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough) read
59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood) ?
60. The Time Traveller’s Wife (Audrew Niffenegger)
61. Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky) read
62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand) read
63. War and Peace (Tolsoy) read
64. Interview With The Vampire (Anne Rice) read
65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)
66. One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)read
67. The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (Ann Brashares) read
68. Catch-22 (Joseph Heller) read
69. Les Miserables (Hugo)read
70. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery) read
71. Bridget Jones’ Diary (Fielding)
72. Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
73. Shogun (James Clavell)read!!!!
74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)read
75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett) read
76. Tigana (Guy Gavriel Kay)
77. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith) READ
78. The World According To Garp (John Irving) read
79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)
80. Charlotte’s Web (E.B. White) READ
81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley
82. Of Mice And Men (Steinbeck) READ
83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier) read
84. Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
85. Emma (Jane Austen) READ
86. Watership Down (Richard Adams) ?
87. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley) ?
88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)
90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer) read
91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)
92. Lord of the Flies (Golding) READ
93. The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)read
94. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum) read
96. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)
97. White Oleander (Janet Fitch) read
98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)read
99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)read
100. Ulysses (James Joyce)
I've never been big on rereading books, though I have, not realizing it for many chapters.
If you want to play along, simply take the list below, paste it into your own blog, put READ next to those you’ve read, WANT TO next to those you are interested in, AGAIN & AGAIN next to those you’ve read and can’t stop, and leave blank those you don’t care to read.
1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown) read
2. Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen) read
3. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee) read
4. Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell) read
5. The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (Tolkien) READ
6. The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (Tolkien) READ
7. The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (Tolkien) READ
8. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery) READ
9. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)read
10. A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)
11. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (Rowling)
12. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown)
13. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (Rowling)
14. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
15. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden) READ
16. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Rowling)
17. Fall on Your Knees(Ann-Marie MacDonald)
18. The Stand (Stephen King)
19. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (Rowling)
20. Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte) READ
21. The Hobbit (Tolkien) READ
22. The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger) read
23. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott) READ
24. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold) READ
25. Life of Pi (Yann Martel) ?
26. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
27. Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte) READ
28. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis) read
29. East of Eden (John Steinbeck) read
30. Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)read
31. Dune (Frank Herbert)read
32. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks) read
33. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand) read
34. 1984 (Orwell)
35. The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley) read
36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)?
37. The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)
38. I Know This Much is True (Wally Lamb)read
39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)
40. The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)?
41. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel) read!!!!
42. The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)
43. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)
44. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)
45. The Bible read
46. Anna Karenina (Tolstoy) read
47. The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas) read
48. Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt)read
49. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck) READ
50. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)read
51. The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver) read
52. A Tale of Two Cities (Dickens) read
53. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)
54. Great Expectations (Dickens) READ
55. The Great Gatsby (Fitzgerald) READ
56. The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)
57. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Rowling)
58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough) read
59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood) ?
60. The Time Traveller’s Wife (Audrew Niffenegger)
61. Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky) read
62. The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand) read
63. War and Peace (Tolsoy) read
64. Interview With The Vampire (Anne Rice) read
65. Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)
66. One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)read
67. The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants (Ann Brashares) read
68. Catch-22 (Joseph Heller) read
69. Les Miserables (Hugo)read
70. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery) read
71. Bridget Jones’ Diary (Fielding)
72. Love in the Time of Cholera (Marquez)
73. Shogun (James Clavell)read!!!!
74. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)read
75. The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett) read
76. Tigana (Guy Gavriel Kay)
77. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith) READ
78. The World According To Garp (John Irving) read
79. The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)
80. Charlotte’s Web (E.B. White) READ
81. Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley
82. Of Mice And Men (Steinbeck) READ
83. Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier) read
84. Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
85. Emma (Jane Austen) READ
86. Watership Down (Richard Adams) ?
87. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley) ?
88. The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)
89. Blindness (Jose Saramago)
90. Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer) read
91. In The Skin Of A Lion (Ondaatje)
92. Lord of the Flies (Golding) READ
93. The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)read
94. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)
95. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum) read
96. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)
97. White Oleander (Janet Fitch) read
98. A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)read
99. The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)read
100. Ulysses (James Joyce)
I've never been big on rereading books, though I have, not realizing it for many chapters.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Gratitude
GRATITUDE
"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow."
~~~Melody Beatie
"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough and more. It makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow."
~~~Melody Beatie
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Blogging
Incredible
It is too incredible what this blogging business has done for me. I haven't been doing it very long, yet the benefits are huge. Thanks Lucky.
I think blogging is what it used to be like to write letters! When I graduated from High School I traveled with a family to Hawaii. The family then moved to Korea and I stayed in Hawaii and wrote long letters home to my Mom and bestfriend. When I say long letters, I mean 10, 15, 20 pages. Oh and I almost forgot about the sailor I wrote long letters to when I was in High School. His name was Maynard Robert Kanoinoiokalani Kaleokalani. He was also my first kiss! Just one.
Anywho...the benefits of blogging.....back to the benefits of blogging.
The most recent benefit is that I got all fired up reading some blogs that are way out there. I remember a time when I was able to guide peoples thoughts back to rational reasonable thought. I was well known for it as a matter of fact. Then I had children and a slight shift occurred in my sensibilities. I spent much less time talking to peers and most of my time being a mother. That was almost 36 years ago.
About twelve years later when my youngest started school I started reading self help books and writing about what I learned. The volume of my writing filled several garbage bags when we pared down before moving to Nevada. I kept a small portion. Blogging inspired me to dig them out and reading them has been amazing and uplifting just as it was to look through photo albums to find pictures to post on my blog.
I hope to share some of this writing with you.
How long has it been since you looked through your phots albums? Do you have journals that you haven't read in OH SO long?
It is too incredible what this blogging business has done for me. I haven't been doing it very long, yet the benefits are huge. Thanks Lucky.
I think blogging is what it used to be like to write letters! When I graduated from High School I traveled with a family to Hawaii. The family then moved to Korea and I stayed in Hawaii and wrote long letters home to my Mom and bestfriend. When I say long letters, I mean 10, 15, 20 pages. Oh and I almost forgot about the sailor I wrote long letters to when I was in High School. His name was Maynard Robert Kanoinoiokalani Kaleokalani. He was also my first kiss! Just one.
Anywho...the benefits of blogging.....back to the benefits of blogging.
The most recent benefit is that I got all fired up reading some blogs that are way out there. I remember a time when I was able to guide peoples thoughts back to rational reasonable thought. I was well known for it as a matter of fact. Then I had children and a slight shift occurred in my sensibilities. I spent much less time talking to peers and most of my time being a mother. That was almost 36 years ago.
About twelve years later when my youngest started school I started reading self help books and writing about what I learned. The volume of my writing filled several garbage bags when we pared down before moving to Nevada. I kept a small portion. Blogging inspired me to dig them out and reading them has been amazing and uplifting just as it was to look through photo albums to find pictures to post on my blog.
I hope to share some of this writing with you.
How long has it been since you looked through your phots albums? Do you have journals that you haven't read in OH SO long?
Friday, March 02, 2007
TONI
This blogging business is like going to my favorite store in Spokane, WA-"Mels". I seldom bought anything there because I wanted most everything they had. I have only so much time that I can be on the computer because my husband is finishing his MBA at UNR and is on the computer a lot. So I have to chose between writing and reading blogs.
i JUST DON'T KNOW HOW YOU YOUNG'UNS DO IT.
This blogging business is like going to my favorite store in Spokane, WA-"Mels". I seldom bought anything there because I wanted most everything they had. I have only so much time that I can be on the computer because my husband is finishing his MBA at UNR and is on the computer a lot. So I have to chose between writing and reading blogs.
i JUST DON'T KNOW HOW YOU YOUNG'UNS DO IT.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
AS THE PREGNANCY CONTINUES
AS THE PREGNANCY CONTINUES
(I really did go four weeks past my due date!)
I have relived this time over and over for thirty five years. It plays differently inside my head than it does written down. I inadequately described the joy I felt the day I was told that, for the first time, I was pregnant.
Right away I bought books on the subject. There weren't many then. It was hippy time and I got a book on having your baby in the middle of the woods in a tent and drinking raspberry tea and naming your baby names like Peaches and Flower. Though they were in their infancy I got the Lamaze and La Leche books. I followed them religiously, practicing breathing and roughing up my nipples in preparation for breastfeeding. (When Lucky was born, there was just one other woman in a ward of 40 new mothers who breastfed.) Everyday I ate the same recommended diet that I remember included an egg, an orange, a tomato and milk. I quit smoking. I had two baby showers, one Hawaiian with poi, opihi and ahi with seaweed. The other in "Ye Olde Plank Inn", a bar at Pacific Beach, California where gifts were piled high on one of the pool tables and food on another.
The gift I remember most was a yellow and white check gingham giraffe diaper hanger from the close friend I named Lucky after. She surprised me by driving down from New Port Beach to attend the shower in Pacific Beach. Remind me to tell you about her.
Well, it seems that looking for old pictures to post has caused me to rearrange my "studio". When we moved in here two years and one month ago, I arranged the two white laminate dressers I use for my "instruments of creation" and other junk, abutting a window wall without realizing that I wouldn't be able to open the top drawer of one of the dressers. I had a love seat for one of my grandchildren to sleep on when they came to visit, next to them. I had already filled all the drawers and the cupboards sitting on top of the dressers, as well as packing to move, going through the snow storm of the century, unpacking and I just couldnn't ......until
To be continued also...
(I really did go four weeks past my due date!)
I have relived this time over and over for thirty five years. It plays differently inside my head than it does written down. I inadequately described the joy I felt the day I was told that, for the first time, I was pregnant.
Right away I bought books on the subject. There weren't many then. It was hippy time and I got a book on having your baby in the middle of the woods in a tent and drinking raspberry tea and naming your baby names like Peaches and Flower. Though they were in their infancy I got the Lamaze and La Leche books. I followed them religiously, practicing breathing and roughing up my nipples in preparation for breastfeeding. (When Lucky was born, there was just one other woman in a ward of 40 new mothers who breastfed.) Everyday I ate the same recommended diet that I remember included an egg, an orange, a tomato and milk. I quit smoking. I had two baby showers, one Hawaiian with poi, opihi and ahi with seaweed. The other in "Ye Olde Plank Inn", a bar at Pacific Beach, California where gifts were piled high on one of the pool tables and food on another.
The gift I remember most was a yellow and white check gingham giraffe diaper hanger from the close friend I named Lucky after. She surprised me by driving down from New Port Beach to attend the shower in Pacific Beach. Remind me to tell you about her.
Well, it seems that looking for old pictures to post has caused me to rearrange my "studio". When we moved in here two years and one month ago, I arranged the two white laminate dressers I use for my "instruments of creation" and other junk, abutting a window wall without realizing that I wouldn't be able to open the top drawer of one of the dressers. I had a love seat for one of my grandchildren to sleep on when they came to visit, next to them. I had already filled all the drawers and the cupboards sitting on top of the dressers, as well as packing to move, going through the snow storm of the century, unpacking and I just couldnn't ......until
To be continued also...
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Babies
I've loved babies, probably since I was a baby? I should say all my life. My Mom was always taking care of other peoples babies and I was always fascinated with them. Then when I was 9 I babysat for the first time for a 6 month old boy for 30 minutes while his grandma and my Mom went to the grocery store, It would be a few more years until I babysat regularly. But, when I did I loved it and was popular with both the kids and parents.
So, by the time I married in 1966 I was SOOOOOO anxious to have a baby. We used no birth control and every month I was disappointed every fourth Friday when my period would arrive without fail.
Four years later circumstances made it a bad idea to become pregnant. So I stopped anticipating. I'd been having a lot of UTIs and was scheduled for x-rays. The day before I called to say that for the first time since I started having them, my period was nine days late. I was told to bring in a urine sample. I delivered it the next morning and waited for my appointment. I was ushered into the doctor and sat down.
"I wouldn't x-ray you for all the tea in China," he said to me.
"Why?"
"Because the test was positive."
"For what?"
"You are pregnant."
I was so thrilled.! I told everyone I passed on the way home.
I should go see if I can find the picture my Mom took of me the day before Lucky was born.
I had gestational diabetes that was called "Class A diabetes" then, at about 36 weeks I was hospitalized because of weight gain. My bed was foot to foot with a woman with a heart condition who was having twins and my! what a mountain! On my right was a young woman from Trinidad who was too sick to keep anything but saltines down for three months. I had a doctor who wore clogs. We all laughed about it and giggled when we heard him coming. I was anxious to get out of there and remember all my roommates cheering for me.
So, by the time I married in 1966 I was SOOOOOO anxious to have a baby. We used no birth control and every month I was disappointed every fourth Friday when my period would arrive without fail.
Four years later circumstances made it a bad idea to become pregnant. So I stopped anticipating. I'd been having a lot of UTIs and was scheduled for x-rays. The day before I called to say that for the first time since I started having them, my period was nine days late. I was told to bring in a urine sample. I delivered it the next morning and waited for my appointment. I was ushered into the doctor and sat down.
"I wouldn't x-ray you for all the tea in China," he said to me.
"Why?"
"Because the test was positive."
"For what?"
"You are pregnant."
I was so thrilled.! I told everyone I passed on the way home.
I should go see if I can find the picture my Mom took of me the day before Lucky was born.
I had gestational diabetes that was called "Class A diabetes" then, at about 36 weeks I was hospitalized because of weight gain. My bed was foot to foot with a woman with a heart condition who was having twins and my! what a mountain! On my right was a young woman from Trinidad who was too sick to keep anything but saltines down for three months. I had a doctor who wore clogs. We all laughed about it and giggled when we heard him coming. I was anxious to get out of there and remember all my roommates cheering for me.
After three weekly visits with the doctor telling me I would deliver at any moment I was induced on May 28, 1971.
Now I will need to go find a new born pic of Lucky. I will post this first because of how long it took me to find the prego pic, scan and post it. The greatest amount of time was spent browsing through all the albums. It was very pleasant and I recommend it.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Stolen From Tired Mummy
"We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard's power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It's us and our homemade masks.-Richard Bach
Monday, February 05, 2007
HALF THOUGHTS
My husband and I had a conversation a few days ago after a big blowup because I told him "Will you say something?" I often do because I think he never listens to me. To which he went through the ceiling. Well not actually. My heart was broken and I was ready to shut the hole in the ceiling and not let him back in when he said, "I didn't know you were through talking."
It was like a light bulb went off for me. I apologized. We went on to have that conversation I first mentioned and to laugh.
I am now making an effort to be aware of the fact that I don't finish my thoughts out loud. I have wondered what was going on when people would look at me expectantly while I waited for a response. I often thought it was because they were rude or.....well, stupid (ewww). I have expected people to read my thoughts. Is this the ultimate laziness, or what!
We tease about my husband being my interpreter. It no longer sounds so funny.
Can anyone finish my thought here?
It was like a light bulb went off for me. I apologized. We went on to have that conversation I first mentioned and to laugh.
I am now making an effort to be aware of the fact that I don't finish my thoughts out loud. I have wondered what was going on when people would look at me expectantly while I waited for a response. I often thought it was because they were rude or.....well, stupid (ewww). I have expected people to read my thoughts. Is this the ultimate laziness, or what!
We tease about my husband being my interpreter. It no longer sounds so funny.
Can anyone finish my thought here?
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Resolve
I wish I knew how I got here, so I would be able to get here sooner next time.
Every day for almost a year I have been saying today is the day. At the end of the day I would discover I had been wrong. I hadn't changed that which I had intended to change.
For almost a week now I have had the resolve. I have changed that which I had intended to change and I know it is not temporary.
Do any of you relate or know how to get to the resolve sooner or have a map you use or.....
Every day for almost a year I have been saying today is the day. At the end of the day I would discover I had been wrong. I hadn't changed that which I had intended to change.
For almost a week now I have had the resolve. I have changed that which I had intended to change and I know it is not temporary.
Do any of you relate or know how to get to the resolve sooner or have a map you use or.....
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
"I REALLY LIKE YOU. YOU'RE FUNNY!
My husband goes back to class tonight. This is the last one he needs for graduation but it is suppose to be a particularly grueling one. This means that my blog time will be cut down cause he will be needing the computer.
I had a disturbing dream last night that I was being stalked by a very young,very gorgeous man. Then I realized (or analyzed) why I had this dream. I had been working with my son to learn how to blog on 'my space' and he told all his friends to subscribe to my blog. As he put it,
"If you know me, most of you know my Mom."
My son is 28 as are most of his friends, so, so far, 'my space' is scary. I am flattered though that his friends remember me fondly and welcome me. I am the only Mom I've found while navigating from my sons' blog. They don't blog very often and when they do it sometimes doesn't make much sense. Anyway, one of my sons friends who doesn't know me commented that I was a good lookin' babe or something like that (I posted the same picture that you see that was taken about five years ago and is my fav). And don't you know that despite the fact that the picture was taken 4o pounds ago I was like walking on a cloud. And I think that is where my dream came from.
Lately I have been very down on myself. I had many thoughts on who, what, when, where and why to blame it on emotionally but knew intellectually that it was something I choose for myself. I choose to feel like a slug. And I was just reminding myself to "SNAP OUT OF IT' when I read the 'my space' comment.
In my emotionally gloomy mood the problems I'd been having physically were magnified. This past Friday I went for my yearly visit to the doctor where I expected him to tell me I had two weeks to live. What I found out was that I had only been one and a half pounds off the 40 pounds I'd estimated that I'd gained since I stopped smoking (so of course I blamed the weight gain on stopping smoking). My blood pressure was way high and the corpsman taking it thought I was having a stroke or heart attack because he asked me if I was having a headache, feeling dizzy or numb anywhere. So I reassured him that I had "white coat syndrome" and that when I took my blood pressure at home it was way low.
Then I saw the doctor. A new one since last year, who was a new one from the year before! You are used to that in the military. I had started feeling better about some of my problems from the moment I made the appointment, and the rest seemed less a worry just by being there. Then my mood was skyrocketed when, as I was about to leave, the doctor said,
"You're welcome. I really like you, you're funny."
For some reason I am noticing and remembering what a delightful person I have been and can be. If you remember my post about falling in love with myself as I just remembered this moment as I write, you too will be pleased to hear that I think I am getting there in babysteps.
I had a disturbing dream last night that I was being stalked by a very young,very gorgeous man. Then I realized (or analyzed) why I had this dream. I had been working with my son to learn how to blog on 'my space' and he told all his friends to subscribe to my blog. As he put it,
"If you know me, most of you know my Mom."
My son is 28 as are most of his friends, so, so far, 'my space' is scary. I am flattered though that his friends remember me fondly and welcome me. I am the only Mom I've found while navigating from my sons' blog. They don't blog very often and when they do it sometimes doesn't make much sense. Anyway, one of my sons friends who doesn't know me commented that I was a good lookin' babe or something like that (I posted the same picture that you see that was taken about five years ago and is my fav). And don't you know that despite the fact that the picture was taken 4o pounds ago I was like walking on a cloud. And I think that is where my dream came from.
Lately I have been very down on myself. I had many thoughts on who, what, when, where and why to blame it on emotionally but knew intellectually that it was something I choose for myself. I choose to feel like a slug. And I was just reminding myself to "SNAP OUT OF IT' when I read the 'my space' comment.
In my emotionally gloomy mood the problems I'd been having physically were magnified. This past Friday I went for my yearly visit to the doctor where I expected him to tell me I had two weeks to live. What I found out was that I had only been one and a half pounds off the 40 pounds I'd estimated that I'd gained since I stopped smoking (so of course I blamed the weight gain on stopping smoking). My blood pressure was way high and the corpsman taking it thought I was having a stroke or heart attack because he asked me if I was having a headache, feeling dizzy or numb anywhere. So I reassured him that I had "white coat syndrome" and that when I took my blood pressure at home it was way low.
Then I saw the doctor. A new one since last year, who was a new one from the year before! You are used to that in the military. I had started feeling better about some of my problems from the moment I made the appointment, and the rest seemed less a worry just by being there. Then my mood was skyrocketed when, as I was about to leave, the doctor said,
"You're welcome. I really like you, you're funny."
For some reason I am noticing and remembering what a delightful person I have been and can be. If you remember my post about falling in love with myself as I just remembered this moment as I write, you too will be pleased to hear that I think I am getting there in babysteps.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
I was cleaning my post closet so to speak and found that I hadn't published this when it was written almost a year ago! Maybe I will find more?
I wrote this three weeks ago but didn't post it because I had much more to say and not enough time to say it at that moment. Now I have no idea what else I was going to say except thanks for all the thought and care that went into the following:
On my birthday a package arrived. I carefully removed the outer wrapping to find a gift beautifully wrapped in silvery pale green paper with a wide lavender and green satin ribbon embracing it. I almost didn't want to open it. But, I did very carefully. Inside I discovered the green juice glasses that I had admired at William Sonoma. I may have said something like "I would kill to have those glasses but I won't pay THAT price," when I last visited William Sonoma with the gift giver.
Does anyone else write blogs and not post them?
I wrote this three weeks ago but didn't post it because I had much more to say and not enough time to say it at that moment. Now I have no idea what else I was going to say except thanks for all the thought and care that went into the following:
On my birthday a package arrived. I carefully removed the outer wrapping to find a gift beautifully wrapped in silvery pale green paper with a wide lavender and green satin ribbon embracing it. I almost didn't want to open it. But, I did very carefully. Inside I discovered the green juice glasses that I had admired at William Sonoma. I may have said something like "I would kill to have those glasses but I won't pay THAT price," when I last visited William Sonoma with the gift giver.
Does anyone else write blogs and not post them?
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Canadian Invasion
Canadian Invasion Looking out our dining room window at two this afternoon!!! A hockey game? They have moved closer to the Clubhouse now, probably hoping for a beer,eh!
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