...having a drink a day keeps the men in white coats away. Seriously.
...some weeks I struggle for words, my bloggy friends, so I let my pictures do the talking.
...creativity isn't readily there, it needs to be nurtured and fed. Hmm much like.. me. Feed me?
...the saying holds true that patience needs to be worked on, let me tell you I've been working like a madwoman lately.. ;-)
...in my horoscope.. at times. Some days it's eerily bang on.
...Dragon, Toopy and Binoo should all be cast out to some remote inaccessible island somewhere with NO hope of rescue.
...or rather I can't believe it's been 40 years since Jimmy Hendrix died. Geezus, where in frack does the time go??!
...the bagel gods are mad at me. Otherwise the stupid thing wouldn't land peanut buttered side down.
...I'm due to go back to school. I'm bored or rather my mind is lazy...or maybe I'm lazy and my mind is hazy.. or just crazy? The Cat in the Hat's got nothing on me, I'm all over the rhyming tree. Bahahaha
Imago- the idealized concept of a loved one, formed in childhood and retained unaltered in adult life.
I subscribe to the 'Word of the Day', I love the written word and I love learning new ones. This one stopped me in my tracks. It's been a long time I've felt the power of a single word.
If I was pressed to name someone it would be my father. Although he would snort if he was here beside me reading this. He'd asked many times in the past to 'humanize' him, I didn't understand what he meant till I had kids of my own.
Now I get him. A pedestal's an uncomfortable and precarious place to be and I always made sure my kids never put me on one as the child in me had done to my dad. The pressure must of been awful for him and when he 'fell' he was powerless to do anything to try to ease the disappointment. My fault, I put him up there and it wasn't fair to him.
My father is turning .. what is it in Scotland? It's the 'stone' method he uses... 8 stone? - Pardon me if I've gotten this wrong, I'm in touch with my scottish roots but he's more so.
Time has ravaged his physical being. He's not as tall as he used to be, not as solid. Never have I more keenly felt the human side of my dad as I do his mortality. It scares me, him turning this age. He looks forward to it. I envy him, his comfort in his age.
He's still,however, as sharp as a tac and one of the most intelligent men I'll ever know. But he's getting frail and the little girl in me wants to stop this stupidity of aging, how can time be short for him? He is supposed to live forever, isn't he?
Of course he is, he's my Imago.
Shhhh don't tell him I said so, in his mind he gladly burned that pedestal the last time he 'fell' off it. Little does he know, in my secret place, I rebuilt it. For a man like him, his faults only serve to strengthen my Imago more, I've never strived for perfection but there's also never been another man like my daddy.
It's been an insane summer and I'm not sorry to see it end. I've had my mother in law, my daughter and little spitfire move in within the same week, and I recently had an operation. It's five o'clock somewhere, right? ;-)
It's all about the discount, isn't it... I'm wanting to find a part time job but I want to work where the discount rocks. After 20 some years of retail, I'm picky, choosey and self serving. And I like it that way.
So...my first two musings sounds like I should eat some good cheese with that whine. You're welcome to join, it's open door and I've got damn good cheese..and w(h)ine :-)
I'm sitting at Starbucks, the sun is shining, summer's giving us a gentle nudge today and I'm enjoying an americano. It's been a long long time since I've done this and I feel like I'm on a day pass from living la vida loca. ;-)
Has anyone heard of the 'Brazilian Blowout'? It's a product that is supposed to last six months (ish) and it does away with the frizzies. I have lots of body wave and if I don't use high end products, I am attacked by the frizz gnomes something fierce. My hairdresser is waiting to see the long term effects and when I get her go ahead, I'm IN. Can you imagine life without frizzies?! Neither can I..
In case you are not aware, my dear bloggy friends who comment on my posts, I answer you back. I just have fallen into the habit of answering back on the comment page. A few times, when I'm asked something directly, I will respond via email. Just wanted you to know I appreciate your visits and your funny/wise words. (but no group hugs mmmkay? Bubble space issues that need tissues, ya? lol )
Speaking of blogging, I'll share something with you. I love reading blogs, however, if it's delivered in one massive square paragraph, you lose me. As I've learned, it's about 'white space'. I find it too hard to follow, honestly. Just sharin' and delivered with luv.
Me: Jeeze baby, you are one heavy child. ( said to my g-baby- 2.5 yrs old- as I'm carrying her down the stairs )
I am excited for the prospect of next year. Even if it doesn't all work out, sometimes the planning of the journey is as exciting as the actual outcome.
Your Partner in Crime Adventures <3
What is it about you that instantly calms me? Is it the slow ebb and flow of yourself that sets me in a trance like state? If I could I would live by you 365 days a year... preferably in Hawai'i, or Victoria, or Cayman Islands. Heck, I'm not fussy.
Dear Truck's Backseat,
After three days of having to sit on you, I am done. Backseats are for children or maybe dogs,bags, used coffee cups..anything really, but not for me.
Front Seat Fan
Dear Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda,
Dear Mr. Driver,
Sure.. speed by me, swerve in and cut me off. I understand you did it because you thought I was going to fast...? You made your point. However, the asshole lane is to the far right, kindly make your way there.