Friday, February 29, 2008

Time machine

When I read scribblings prompt time machine, I instantly thought of the one place I know I would like to go back to.......

My dad passed away when I was 3 years old. My memories of him are more ingrained in me because of the stories I've heard about him. I'm not sure if they're real memories. My dad had a heart condition that was brought on from having Rheumatic Fever as a child.( With todays medical technology, he could have been cured with ambulatory surgery.) He was frail and restricted from vigorous activities. One story about him was that he always carried me around on his shoulders. My mom would always worry that I was too heavy and would tell him to put me down. As a parent myself, I understand why he didn't listen. If you know you aren't going to be with your kids for too much longer, you take your chances and hang on tight. I was ( and still am) " the baby" of the family.
( When you are "the baby" you take this title with you till the end! I'm 48 and my mom still refers to me as the baby).

The weird thing about losing someone so important at such a young age is that the grieving process is the opposite of losing someone as an adult. As an adult the pain is present for a long time and fades a bit, the longer time has passed. The opposite is what I've been experiencing. Of course at 3 years old I had no clue of what was happening to my family. As I grew, there were times I felt curious and even embarrassed about not having a dad. During my teen years, I thought often of him and wanted to hear the stories and "get to know" him. As a young woman planning my wedding I wept -- knowing that he wouldn't walk me down the aisle. He wouldn't know the woman I had become or the man I was going to spend my life with. Now, 45 years after he has died, I think of him often and get choked up as I am now, trying to write this.
One of my favorite songs brings me to tears each time I hear it. It is Bjorks version of an old song called oh my papa. In her native icelandic language it translates to Pabbi Minn. <- If you click this you can hear her beautiful version. Even though I don't understand a word she is saying, I can't hear this song without missing my poor dad. As I listen to her flawless, gripping voice- I can imagine myself weightless on his loving shoulders, being carried into my future with him always being there, making my childhood simply idyllic......

And this is the place my time machine would take me to, back to my Pabbi minn, back up on his shoulders, trying to inhale every last detail of his face, his smile, his warmth, his scent and his precious paternal love.

this is from my post 'pabbi minn'- originally dated 1/8/07
(random photo courtesy of internet)

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Mika - Grace Kelly

I Just CANNOT get this song out of my head! I'm singing it in the shower, in the car,around the house, at work. I sang it while paying the cashier at stop and shop! "I can be brown I can be blue I can be VIOLET SKY!" Somebody stop me!
Here are the lyrics, do you want to Hit Play and sing along with me and take a chance that you will get it stuck in your head too?

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
[ Grace Kelly lyrics found on ]
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Second chance

As her short 2nd grade legs climbed up the steep metal school bus steps, she tripped on her untied shoelace and stumbled into the bus driver. He had a kind face. He helped her up with an "ooops, are you okay sweetheart"? She felt so embarrassed, it was the first day of school, 1966. She was dressed in a new favorite outfit. It was a dress her big sister helped her choose. As she looked down and smoothed her white polka dotted mini dress, she noticed the strap on her pocket book was broken. Her face must have turned scarlet red, because Bob, the bus driver said again with more concern "are you okay?" Tears welled up in her eyes, Her sister was going to kill her. She shouldn't have borrowed the pocketbook without asking. The bus driver noticed the strap, and said "Oh, don't worry honey when you get home, your daddy can fix that for you." She tried to acknowledge his kindness but feeling very upset, lucy just moved towards her friend Anna's seat and sat down next to her. Anna, who had heard what the bus driver said told lucy "Lucy, go tell him you don't have a dad". 'No Anna! It doesn't matter, why should I say that?' "BEcause", Anna said" He thinks you have a dad to fix Diane's pocketbook." Lucy adamantly refused to offer, what she saw as irrelevant information, so Anna walked the few seats to the front of the bus and said "Bob, She doesn't have a dad, he died". Bob, turned towards Lucy and said "I'm so sorry dear, would you like me to try and fix that bag for you?" Before, she could answer, before she could think, Anna already grabbed the purse, dumped its contents onto her seat and handed the purse to Bob. Lucy felt more embarrassed than grateful. Not having a dad made her feel like she had a sign on her back saying Freak. Bossy Anna had the nicest dad, He always took them for pizza. He played volleyball in their pool with her and Anna and once he put Lucy up on his shoulders the way he often carried Anna.
At the end of the first day of school,an anxious Lucy stepped very carefully up the wide steps. To her surprise a new bus driver was driving her home. Bob, who had been their driver last year too, had been asked to switch routes with another driver who had some personal issues with an older student. Her initial fear was quickly forgotten with a sigh of relief, when she saw Dianes purse sitting up on the dashboard, repaired! The driver asked if she was Lucy and gave her the purse. The feeling of relief was overwhelming, but the feeling of regret for not having thanked Bob bothered her for a very long time.
Lucy would have never expected that an indirect opportunity of a second chance to thank Kind Bob would happen, But it would happen 42 years later....
Working as a hairstylist for many years, Lucy shared many stories with her customers. One day, Lucy was telling her long time client Evelyn about all the wonderful stories her son shares with her about his adorable students. Evelyn laughed and said "My husband used to share some really cute stories with me. It is so wonderful working with kids." Lucy said "Remind me, What did your husband do"? He was a bus driver said Evelyn. "Oh that's right, How did I forget that?". Evelyn than began a favorite story from many many years ago.... yes. The story of a sweet little child with a broken pocketbook strap, who thought it was the end of the world. A child Bob had thought was adorably sweet. As Lucy listened, Her heart sank to her stomach, she stopped cutting Evelyn's hair. Her eyes welled up and the tears just wouldn't stop. At first, Evelyn didn't understand. Then, she remembered that Lucy had grown up in the same town that she lived in. Why didn't she ever realize that possibility? She stood up and with an expression of surprise and warmth she hugged Lucy and cried with her. Lucy was able to finally thank Bobs widow for his small kind gesture that had meant the world to a small fatherless girl.
for more second chances visit- writers island

Friday, February 22, 2008

♥Chocolate Passion Cake♥

Overall I think I'm a pretty passionate person. I have a fervent passion for my family. I have an enthusiastic passion for my friends,pets, music, work,(shoes!) and just life in general! .... But what I want to share with my Sunday Scribblings friends is my extraordinary passion for FOOD, especially if that food is Chocolate! I want to share my passion for chocolate with y♥u! However, you need to help me share my passion, by doing a little bit of (Very easy) baking... The reward will certainly be worth your while! Here in NY, We are having quite a snow storm today. To me SNOW=BAKING. Nothing better than coming inside after some serious shoveling, to find a cup of hot chocolate and a BIG hunk of what l have appropriately named - Chocolate Passion cake! :)) (mind you, I never DO the serious shoveling, my husband and boys insist they do it without my help, BUT I do a little serious waving at them out the window and I am serious about always having the snacks all ready! )

You need- a Bundt pan
1 box of Duncan Hines Choc. cake mix
1 box of instant choc. pudding mix
8 oz. of sour cream
4 eggs
1/2 cup of oil
3/4 cup of water
1 cup of choc. chips (save till end of mixing)

Mix all ingredients (except chips) together
beat for 2 minutes. Fold in choc. chips
pour into greased bundt pan
bake for about 50 minutes at 325 (dark pans)
check with toothpick, but don't insert in a chip!

Let cool for 10 min.( my bundt PAN came with adamant directions that it shouldn't cool a minute longer!)
invert cake onto a nice serving dish
let cool completely and sprinkle with
powdered sugar. IT is SO Delicious, hope it makes your mouth and senses passionately aroused! ♥

<-- this is a picture of the cake cooing, I really like this new bundt pan I got at Costco

Ta Da! Here it is all d♥ne ->
I just learned how to make these hearts, maybe I over used them a bit!!

Instead of serious shoveling, I also enjoyed some serious soaking looking at the beautiful snow!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Meme of 6 habits

Rick tagged me with this MeMe-
The Rules:- Link to the person that tagged you. ( i just did ^)
Post the rules on your blog. ( These are the rules)
Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
Tag random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.
here's what I thought of-

#1- I hear music lyrics and tunes in songs that I swear they stole from other songs (wether they admit it or not) I can't think of an example right now, but when I do I will update ( **okay example at the end)
#2- I don't like walking barefoot outside, and could never fall asleep with dirty feet or unbrushed teeth
#3- If I can't sleep at night( in spite of clean teeth and feet) the only thing that helps is eating a big bowl of cereal. (preferably frosted flakes) but any of my favorites work.
#4- Every time my kids leave the house I say 'drive carefully', It became such a habit that Now I think it would be bad luck if I forget to say it, I've ran outside to the driveway to catch them and say it. ( wow, I am sounding really weird)
#5- It has become a habit to set a timer when my tea is steeping. I set my microwave timer for four min. This habit developed from me totally forgetting and leaving tea steeping all alone for hours :(
#6-is a habit that drives my husband crazy. If he goes outside, I lock him out. I am always locking doors. If I come in from being out with him, and he hands me the keys & says "I'll be in, in a minute" 9 times out of 10, he has to knock on the door for me to open it!

**The artist Mika's voice not only sounds similar to the amazing Freddy Mercury's, but in his song "big girl (you are beautiful)" He is directly ripping off 'Fat bottomed girls'. OH and another one- even though I LOVE Regina Spektor- Her little tune in her song Daniel Cowman- the part that goes-'A man destined to fry Can never ever ever A man destined to fry Can never ever ever A man destined to fry Can never ever ever die'... well, that is sung to the EXACT same tune as 'strangers in the night, exchanging glances we were strangers in the night what were the chances'.... I pointed this out to my husband and he thinks I'm off the wall, (this is just my opinion and song detection habit.)

Instead of doing as the rules say, I am tagging ANYONE who would enjoy doing this meme.

three word wednesday

This is my first time participating in 3 WW . The three words are Punch, T-shirt, Unravel.

I knit you a t-shirt of hand spun wool
Your cat found a loose piece of yarn to pull
You wore it on a blind date, had a knock-out lunch
He unraveled you completely, got a knock-out punch!

Monday, February 18, 2008

Talk to the hand?

Has anyone out there heard of or used this expression?
My son came home from school last week and told me the bus driver told him to "talk to her hand". He didn't know what she meant. I didn't know what she meant. We asked my 21 yr. old son and He HAD heard of this sarcastic expression. I DON'T LIKE IT! I also DON'T LIKE that this obnoxious woman spoke to my kid this way.
For 24 years since I've lived in my home the bus stop for all our kids has always been right on our corner. This school year, the bus picks up my youngest at the usual stop, BUT she insists on not coming to this stop in the afternoon. She instead drops him off way down the street. I was on the phone with Richey, The head of transportation, many times in September to try to rectify this problem. I am usually quite tenacious, but speaking with Richey was like talking to a wall so I finally gave up, especially that J. never minded the long walk. So, last week we had down pouring, driving rain like I've never seen before. J. called me after school and I told him to ask the driver to please drop him off at his morning stop. He asked her politely and she said 'NO! I can't make exceptions.' He pointed out the rain and said' Please just this one time?' In a Nasty voice she said "talk to the hand". I called transportation again and the man I spoke with this time said to me " Talk to the hand? what does that mean"? haha (I had thought It was a younger generation saying but this guy sounded pretty young). SO, I explained that this means- my face is not hearing you, you will have as much luck talking to my hand-
Here we go again... I ALSO explained to him, our bus route, the mistake, the 24 years the same stop, the 2 different buses that come in the morning, the mixups, the frustration,The constant nastiness of the driver, the long walk, The worry of him walking alone, How incredibly patient I've been, EVERYTHING!!!"
His answer to all my lamenting? 'you need to TALK TO RICHEY, but he is on vacation right now.' He may as well have said "Talk to the hand"
Can you feel my frustration?

Saturday, February 16, 2008

tooth fairy

Sleep/teeth? What a prompt this week! Then, it hit me, THE Tooth Fairy! Who thought this strange fairy tale up?
Hey Kids, take your smelly, bloody tooth, put it under your clean white pillow and POOF... Money in the Morning! ( Of course, I soaked that little square bit of enamel in a shot glass with rubbing alcohol first THEN made the kids put it into a tiny baggy!)
When my first son, lost his first tooth, it was more exciting for me then it was for him! I lovingly explained to him that the tooth fairy will come in the night and leave him a surprise under his pillow. He was amazed and to my amazement, he was also a little scared! She is coming in my room? what will she do? what does she look like? ( Some how, the santa fable was easier for him to digest, I guess because the Christmas Tree wasn't in his bedroom) I remember waiting up till I knew he was sound asleep, happily putting money (the amount in next paragraph!) under his pillow .( I slipped it in a New baggy, so he didn't have dirty money under his clean little boy head!) His excitement in the morning was so adorable! As the years went by and my Third son started losing teeth... Things changed a little. Many nights my husband and I, totally exhausted would forget to slip the bag under his slumbering little head. We usually would remember either in the middle of the night or in the morning before he woke. Once, when we totally forgot and this adorable, sleepy, disappointed child ran to our bed and said "She didn't come!" Quick thinking Dad, said, "OH, didn't it rain last night? The tooth fairy can't fly in the rain, she can't get her wings wet. Leave it there tonight and I bet she will visit". ( Great Save DAd! ) This saved us for the next few teeth we slept through! Our little guy would always casually say- "yeah, it must have rained last night Mom, She will come tonight"

Now, I don't claim to be an authority on parenting, fables or money, BUT New parents out there, Listen up!
When you have your first baby and your so excited about Each new event in their lives, you tend to get over zealous! Remember, what you do for the first tooth... you will be expected to do for the second, third, fourth.....( how many teeth do we have?) AND THEN! Big brother will tell younger brother who will tell Youngest brother... "Ooooh, You're so lucky you've lost a tooth, the tooth fairy gives you FIVE dollars!" Yeah! I was that stupid! I set a precedent that has cost me quite a lot of fives and also made my money loving, smart ass kids believe in the tooth fairy much longer than the average toothless kid.
Many secondary teeth years later, They have all asked me ( with a wrinkled up nose) 'Mom, What did you do with all of our teeth?' I brought them in my room, opened a little draw, where I have many little labeled baggies with dates and names and jagged little teeth. (Hey, Maybe if I put them ALL under my pillow, I can finally win the lottery. :)

read more on sleep and teeth

Friday, February 15, 2008

Blogging through time

When I read Writers Islands time travel prompt for this week, I thought hmm this is familiar. I could swear I've already done this prompt... Turns out it was my own prompt on my second attempt at writing a post back in April of '06!
It was funny re-reading this short simple post. It feels like it was longer than two years ago that I wrote it. I especially loved the comment from Ann! I also realized that I had never pointed out that he wasn't REallY drinking from that bottle and Ham that I am, I just pulled that hat off a bridesmaid sitting next to me for the picture! I don't make a habit of wearing big floppy hats to weddings, or eating cherries by the glassful! REflecting back on writing that post made my time travel topic materialize.
This April it will be two years that I've been at this blogging stuff! How quickly that time went by. I remember telling Ann ( of the funny comment and responsible for getting me blogging) Who will ever leave me a comment besides you? No one will want to read what I have to say. If I received 2 or 3 comments back then it was a lot and I was thrilled.
Along comes Sunday Scribblings and Writers Island, and with them the world becomes a much,much smaller world. Paranoid, whacko Lucy, who Is always telling her children "DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS ONLINE"!! begins meeting and communicating and forming friendships with TOTAL strangers! Strangers who always lend an ear, they lend constant support, They boost my confidence enough for me to bravely air my poetry. They actually come here and WANT to read my silly rants and trivial life stories. I meet life long soul mates who write me letters filled with genuine love, excellent advice and True friendship.
My comments go from 2-3 in '06 to the most I ever received in '07, TWENTY SIX! :)) thrilled! thrilled!) I remember I was so excited I emailed my Mentor Ann to share that number! Slightly silly, but it is an exciting result of doing something I am really enjoying.
Looking back on some of these barely read older posts... some are pretty good! Too good in fact, Not to share with my newer readers! Like this old Scribblings That EVERY woman can surely relate to or if You're a dog lover like me this one about my mentally unstable cockapoo Molly.
I am so grateful to any one out there who has traveled these two years with me and has read some of my little tales. As I continue to travel to many new and old favorite blogs this year, I am going to try to find enough time, to look back on how far they've come in their blog travels. Thanks SO much for coming to visit me again! xox

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Valentines Day

My heart beat quickens when I know you're on your way
arousing breathy whispers, you pull me close and say
sweetheart, honey, baby cakes I've missed you all day long
you love how you still melt me and make my heart beat strong

No candy hearts or dandy flowers can evoke my elated emotion
like your considerate countless caring hours of adoring devotion
thinking of my every need, determined to pamper & to please me
My sweetheart, honey, babycakes I feel invincible when you squeeze me

You've been my kissable Valentine for 31 years in a row
The strength of our loves passion eternally will grow
I love you with all of my heart, I will love you for all of my life
I'm so lucky being your lover, your friend, your Valentine, your wife.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Miss Lucy's dizzy kitchen

I was thinking back on some of my (now) funny mixups of last week. I broiled a birthday cake! I ran out of hair color while the client was sitting in my chair, and I had to leave her alone 20 minutes while I drove to and from the beauty supply store. This is the first time I had done this, but I felt like a total ditz!
The cake amazingly tasted great, although while frosting it, it broke in half. In my typical frenzied state of mind, I was trying to accomplish much too much in my crazy kitchen. I had stuffed mushrooms in the broiler while I was mixing up a cake mix. I was also boiling eggs, washing clothes, ordering a pizza, emptying my dishwasher and Talking to my son. He needed a ride to the train station, I said " Wait till I get these mushrooms cooked, then I will put this cake in the oven and we can go". I turned the dial down to 350 but I Forgot to turn the other knob from broil to bake. AFter 26 minutes, The toothpick came out clean, the cakes looked great, it wasn't until I went to shut off the oven that I noticed my error. I was expecting that cake on the little rascals, remember -
Weeeeeep Wooooop! Since this cake was for company the next day, I thought let me play it safe and just start making another. Good thing, because when the broiled cake became split in two... it wasn't 'company worthy.' WE ate it! We thought it actually tasted moister than usual.
Usually, I am so upset with myself because of how forgetful and dizzy I've been lately. BUT, when I think about the amount of tasks that I do in a day. The amount of things on my mind. The amount of things I DO remember constantly... I am not ready for the nut house yet! Although... The other day I got this cute email which proves me wrong!-

During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a
patient should be institutionalized. "Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, and then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the
teacup." "No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"


Sunday, February 10, 2008

We've changed

I had many ideas for the inspiring prompt changed. I initially wrote about the changes I've noticed in our society.
Often, I am sadly struck by how many inconsiderate strangers I encounter. Today, I scoffed that idea for a change much more intimate and much closer to my heart. I often like to infuse humor in my posts, but with this post there is no humor, just straightforward, naked emotion.(although you may find my amateur attempt at poetry humorous)

Two souls brought together through a shared blood line
The gift of big sister has made my world shine
No matter the situation, sometimes grave most times great
My Life has been enhanced with my sister soul-mate
Obstacles occur, she's transported many miles away
Nothing discourages our love, visits just become long stays

Raising Children, managing homes, our Lives get crazy
daily stresses, no time, our communication becomes lazy
Less and less honesty, no articulation exchanged
Day by Day the loving bond between sisters is changed
my Abruptness and temperamental impatience
hits the chill of her impassive wall of indifference

Like a sidewalk that cracks we are sadly split apart
I feel like I'm existing with only half my heart
attempting to make peace, takes time, feels uncomfortably strange
I wish to turn our clocks back a few years and just prevent this ugly change
I've learned never again to let my feelings fester or my tribulations wait
When we treasure someone we need to honestly, lovingly and timely relate

Thursday, February 07, 2008

I'm not hungry.. I'll just pick

I usually think of eating healthy when I wake up in the morn
but with my pot of coffee today, I ate a buttered muffin made of corn
appetite perpetuated I knew I couldn't hold out till lunch
So I pulled open the Doritos to satisfy my urge to crunch
Lunch time came but my tuna with lite mayo just didn't appease
so I opted for a Salami & provolone on a roll (with a pickle please)
I had planned on plain baked chicken for dinner with healthy veggies on the side
The veggies ended up in cheese sauce and those breasts.. well they got fried
After dinner I decided enough is enough! I am full! I am done!
Until I noticed we still had some ice cream, just a scoop? just one?
ice cream led to cookies, cookies are just cookies after all
a few from the jar with a cup of tea and a friendly phone call...
Well after something sweet you just CRAVE salty on your lips
Back into those Doritos I make a night cap out of chips
I feel disgusting I feel disappointed I feel like my belly aches
I swear next time I food shop I won't buy the chips and cakes
I will fill my fridge with healthy treats in which to feed my face
Green treats will FILL the fridge giving the cookie jar lots of space

check out fridge space for more.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

What's on your door?

Today in my salon, I had a cute conversation with my mother in law (who is also a favorite client.) She amusingly commented about how much she Hates Wreaths! She told me that in her apartment complex, "crazy people are hanging Gaudy wreaths on their doors for every damn occasion!" She wants NO PART in their Shenanigans! As she drives by all the scores of doors, the crazy variety of wreaths agitates her! haha
Heart Wreaths followed by spring time bouquet wreaths, Summer inspired wreaths, autumn leaf wreaths and of course..The proverbial Christmas wreaths!
I began to realize that some homes I've passed who apparently are 'door fanatics', are even wreath changing for the 4th of july, St Patricks day, halloween, Thanksgiving. Next it will be presidents damn day! I thought her zealous opinion was so cute and so very funny! It made me curious to know if this wreath thing is reaching epidemic proportions! I, myself am guilty... I change my door decoration for many of the major holidays. I have a Large yellow chick I put up for Easter, A Tin santa wreath for Christmas, and a scarecrow with colorful leaves for fall. The rest of the year it's a 1/2 circle of silk blue flowers! Right now I don't have a Valentines wreath, but I do have heart stickers on my storm door. Am I a door fanatic? Oh no, I may be!
So I am going to ask my blog visitors... What's on your door..... year round?? Be honest now, Don't keep your wreath obsession in the 'closet'! Are we getting a little carried away? Or Is this just another attempt at making our homes more inviting? Let me hear from you!

Monday, February 04, 2008

Name Game

I took this little quiz over at Dandelions. I thought it was fun so I am passing it on for you to try.
I actually tried ALL the names that I go by, Lucille, Lucy, Lulu and Luanne. Luanne seemed to be the most accurate description so here it is, and I guess I know now that this name suits me to a tee! ( interestingly, They ALL said relaxed, chill and go with the flow... 'go with the flow' YES... 'relaxed'.... I don't think so!

What Luanne Means

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.
You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.
Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.
And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.
You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.

You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.
You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.
You have the classic "Type A" personality.

You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.
You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.
You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.
You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.
At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Warning! barf bag not included with this post

As much as I Love participating in Sunday Scribblings each week, I was thinking of skipping this weeks prompt.
Foul really didn't inspire me or turn me on! Meg/ Lainis inspiration for 'foul' is a foul occurrence each night in my own home. My dogs are always wherever I am. No fail, EVERY night their gas that is hovering around my feet in not only foul it is down right explosive. But, I didn't want to repeat their 'foul' story. Then, my husband reminded me of a great 'foul' take on the prompt, our stinky ride in an open-air train car in PA. BUT, Rick over at MyrtleBeachramblings had a much more stinky experience with a similar 'foul' story.
So I drew blank and worked on my writers island post. Then it hit me... I have dealt with SO many foul experiences in my lifetime.... It is LIST time! Grab a waste-paper basket and pull up a chair.
-when your child overflows the toilet and doesn't call you till he is knee deep in "IT"
-when your husband runs downstairs to see the damage on the floor below the toilet and receives "IT" on his head
-Your college students Laundry hamper with two months of dirty clothes
-when you arrive in Mexico city, tired, hungry and not bilingual and they serve you a dish you just KNOW is steaming hot fresh dog poop on a plate.
-When your naked potty-training toddler runs past the potty seat and squats on the patio to poop (and then smiles and says "Im a dog!")
-Children with stomach viruses who don't conceive the concept of 'running to the toilet' when they need to throw up.
-when you come home from a weeks vacation where you had your 14 yr. old neighbor coming in your home multiple times daily to care for and let your pet out, only to come home and instantly SMELL that your dog has been misbehaving UP and DOWN your brand new carpeted steps and You realize-14 year old boys must not have a sense of smell, and Husbands can't clean up dog poop without vomiting.
-Dead Flowers (this smell really really sickens me)
-The baseball cap your 12 yr. old won't take off for weeks, when you finally steal it for the wash you need smelling salts
-When your baby discovers they can remove their own diaper and finger paint the entire nursery.
-When one dog vomits and the other decides to.....EAT IT
-Urine smelling up- hospitals, rest rooms, sidewalks, nursing homes, crib sheets and of course Diapers
-When clients have the kind of Bad BReath that smells like 10 dumpsters and refuse the mint you offer
-when you pop an entire ringding jr. in your mouth and discover millions of ants in the second one! (my husbands single days)
-Anything that goes rotten in the fridge ( especially Potatos!)
-EGGs and EGG salad- (and farts after eggs) ( after broccoli) (after shrimp!) (after husband throws quilt over your head!)
-Last but CERTAINLY not least, Being the unlucky nauseated one to clean up most of the above mentioned mess!

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If I forgot your foulest.... please add it to my list!

magic baby love

When I read the prompt magic, my children came immediately to mind. The magic of the love we instantly feel for our children is incredible. The magic of their miraculous birth, amazing. The magic of watching them grow, heartwarming. Today is my middle sons 21st birthday. He has been more magically delicious than I can ever try to describe! But with the help of my creative 'cyber soul mate' Giggles... I've tried to put that magic into words he can treasure.

Yesterday I cradled you, cuddly in my arms
Instant rapture, captivated, by angelic baby charms
Magic fragrant bundle of little baby coos
Soft baby skin, tiny baby fists, brilliant baby blues

Infant Joys, toddler joys, sweet small child on the run
Magnetism, humor- you know how to make life fun
Animated lively antics spark smiles wherever you go
Charismatic personality energetically aglow

Now you stand before me, a beautiful young man of 21
Pride overwhelms me, of the man you have become
Your future blank before you, choose wisely as you write
You deserve life’s best, may your aspirations shine bright

I hold you in my heart forever- my sweet baby, my amazing young man, my treasured son
I wish you a very happy 21st birthday; your magical life story has just begun.