...and to all a good hangover cure!!
Ok - a little more serious, now -
May you find everything you need in the new year and may there be just enough out of your reach to keep you striving and working for things, and to realize that there are still things you want out there in the world.
Happy New Year!! See you next year!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas - - -
To everyone out there -
new friends or old,
family or acquaintances,
commentors or lurkers;
May you find the best of the season,
and the love that is out there from people you know or don't,
and know that the wonders of the world aren't just for others,
but for you.
Take the time to stop or at least pause; look around, take a deep breath and realize - that you may not always like where you are but you are where you are supposed to be. You will be better for whatever (good or bad) is going on.
Merry Christmas to all! And know that at least one person you've never met thinking about you, wishing you all the happiness you could ever find.
Merry Christmas!
new friends or old,
family or acquaintances,
commentors or lurkers;
May you find the best of the season,
and the love that is out there from people you know or don't,
and know that the wonders of the world aren't just for others,
but for you.
Take the time to stop or at least pause; look around, take a deep breath and realize - that you may not always like where you are but you are where you are supposed to be. You will be better for whatever (good or bad) is going on.
Merry Christmas to all! And know that at least one person you've never met thinking about you, wishing you all the happiness you could ever find.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Random-ness
As I sit here on the eve of Christmas Eve with a little too much family dealings today and not enough wine - I feel quiet.
Not the quiet retrospective of looking over the past year at where I've been and what I've done. But more the quiet in-drawn 'not quite here' quiet.
Not really sure why or how I went 'away' but just that I did. Sometimes family will do that to me and considering I've been around them since about 2 this afternoon until about 10 - that could explain it. We went to see PB's family from 2 until about 7:30 and then went to my folks' house straight from there until a little bit ago.
I'm not totally a homebody but there comes a point when you cry "Uncle!" and just want home with a good glass (or few) of wine. I reached that point a little after 6:00.
Here's hoping I can find myself back and my voice before Santa comes for the kids tomorrow AM. (We have PB's 2 kids for Christmas Eve day this year.) Then we have another of my family's get togethers tomorrow night. I wonder how I can smuggle wine into Nana's house??
But I do see a bag from Jared's that might mean a sparkly Christmas day!
Not the quiet retrospective of looking over the past year at where I've been and what I've done. But more the quiet in-drawn 'not quite here' quiet.
Not really sure why or how I went 'away' but just that I did. Sometimes family will do that to me and considering I've been around them since about 2 this afternoon until about 10 - that could explain it. We went to see PB's family from 2 until about 7:30 and then went to my folks' house straight from there until a little bit ago.
I'm not totally a homebody but there comes a point when you cry "Uncle!" and just want home with a good glass (or few) of wine. I reached that point a little after 6:00.
Here's hoping I can find myself back and my voice before Santa comes for the kids tomorrow AM. (We have PB's 2 kids for Christmas Eve day this year.) Then we have another of my family's get togethers tomorrow night. I wonder how I can smuggle wine into Nana's house??
But I do see a bag from Jared's that might mean a sparkly Christmas day!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A few questions I have....
I have no children - however, I have 2 stepkids. These are resulting questions I have after some recent conversations (not had by me) involving the custody of B, my stepson.
How can your need to be in control as a mother (or in general) over-ride your desire for your children to be happy?
How do you believe your own sanctimonious lies when everyone around you knows you're only in it for your own benefit?
How can you claim to love your children yet treat them with less courtesy than you would a stranger you pass on the street?
How can you say that your children (or child) matters to you yet be more concerned with the monetary aspects of having said child?
{That last one is also asked of Dave N. - my sperm-donor "father".}
How do you find love for children who aren't your own when sometimes you're unsure of your "place"?
How is it that I seem to have (from all those concerned) more interest, care and concern for children who have no 'real' tie to me than their own mother does?
Any thoughts, ideas or suggestions would be appreciated.
How can your need to be in control as a mother (or in general) over-ride your desire for your children to be happy?
How do you believe your own sanctimonious lies when everyone around you knows you're only in it for your own benefit?
How can you claim to love your children yet treat them with less courtesy than you would a stranger you pass on the street?
How can you say that your children (or child) matters to you yet be more concerned with the monetary aspects of having said child?
{That last one is also asked of Dave N. - my sperm-donor "father".}
How do you find love for children who aren't your own when sometimes you're unsure of your "place"?
How is it that I seem to have (from all those concerned) more interest, care and concern for children who have no 'real' tie to me than their own mother does?
Any thoughts, ideas or suggestions would be appreciated.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Jose ?!?!?!?!
When PB & I went on our honeymoon to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic we had this awesome bartender - Jose. There was a drink that the resort had that involved hacking off part of a coconut with a machete and filling it with ice, coconut milk and rum. Well Jose and I were having fun one night and I kept drinking out of the coconut and he kept filling it in with rum - until I was just drinking straight rum. Gotta love Jose! : )
Jose was well known to us to mix a drink, pop down on his haunches behind the bar, suck down that very same drink, and then pop back up like a Jack (Jose hahaha) in a box. Needless to say there were times were weren't sure who was the sober-est of the 3 of us.
There was one story Jose told that we still laugh at from time to time. We were at his bar and quite frankly we were all feeling no pain, when he began to tell a story about when he came home late and his wife's reaction. They got into a big fight and she kept saying "F*ck you, Jose. F*ck you!" We laughed at his story and that seemed to be like adding fuel to Jose's fire. He kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling like a child at Christmas. The more we laughed the more he kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling.
Now there are times in which PB is up and notices an empty or near empty wine glass and his statement is "Bad Jose!" for not being an attentive bar tender. There's then a little smile/smirk that follows that statement.
PB was a little bit slacking tonight before we started putting up our Christmas tree. So I say to that "Bad Jose". : )
Here's the bar we first met Jose - I miss that funny little Dominican.....
Jose was well known to us to mix a drink, pop down on his haunches behind the bar, suck down that very same drink, and then pop back up like a Jack (Jose hahaha) in a box. Needless to say there were times were weren't sure who was the sober-est of the 3 of us.
There was one story Jose told that we still laugh at from time to time. We were at his bar and quite frankly we were all feeling no pain, when he began to tell a story about when he came home late and his wife's reaction. They got into a big fight and she kept saying "F*ck you, Jose. F*ck you!" We laughed at his story and that seemed to be like adding fuel to Jose's fire. He kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling like a child at Christmas. The more we laughed the more he kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling.
Now there are times in which PB is up and notices an empty or near empty wine glass and his statement is "Bad Jose!" for not being an attentive bar tender. There's then a little smile/smirk that follows that statement.
PB was a little bit slacking tonight before we started putting up our Christmas tree. So I say to that "Bad Jose". : )
Here's the bar we first met Jose - I miss that funny little Dominican.....
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Grand gestures
What is a grand gesture?
Is it a large bouquet of roses delivered in red ribbon-tied box? Or a horse drawn carriage ride? Is it the the wedding kiss?
Or is it simply the touch of a hand at the right moment? Or that look from across the room - the look you weren't supposed to see that you busted him on? Or or is it the acceptance and welcome of things or people in your life that change the direction you thought you were going? Or could it be sleeping on the couch so your significant other could have a decent nights sleep (even knowing you won't)?
Or is it something unexpected? Is it that surpise call in the middle of day just to say "Hi - How are you? - I love you more than my last and future breath - See you after work!"
Or is it seeing a possibly homeless person walking around town picking up pop cans in the cold, wind, and snow and deciding to do something? Knowing you can't do afford much to give as far as money is concerned but you figure out what you can do - knit - and knit a hat for the "walker guy" for the upcoming MI winter.
What constitutes a grand gesture? And does it really matter if the gesture is grand or is it more important that there is a gesture?
There are movies (Love Actually) and wine (Chianti) that make too many thoughts run through busy minds ---
Have a good night/morning....
Is it a large bouquet of roses delivered in red ribbon-tied box? Or a horse drawn carriage ride? Is it the the wedding kiss?
Or is it simply the touch of a hand at the right moment? Or that look from across the room - the look you weren't supposed to see that you busted him on? Or or is it the acceptance and welcome of things or people in your life that change the direction you thought you were going? Or could it be sleeping on the couch so your significant other could have a decent nights sleep (even knowing you won't)?
Or is it something unexpected? Is it that surpise call in the middle of day just to say "Hi - How are you? - I love you more than my last and future breath - See you after work!"
Or is it seeing a possibly homeless person walking around town picking up pop cans in the cold, wind, and snow and deciding to do something? Knowing you can't do afford much to give as far as money is concerned but you figure out what you can do - knit - and knit a hat for the "walker guy" for the upcoming MI winter.
What constitutes a grand gesture? And does it really matter if the gesture is grand or is it more important that there is a gesture?
There are movies (Love Actually) and wine (Chianti) that make too many thoughts run through busy minds ---
Have a good night/morning....
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