Monday, November 3, 2008

The Night Before 11/04...

My heart-felt prayers to you, Mr Obama, for the loss of your beloved Grandmother. She must be so full of pride for you! Her love and light surround you and your family and shine down around you through these incredibly vital hours. May you find comfort from it. May it help you draw the energy that you need to carry on through the next 48 hours, 72 hours- weeks and months (years) to come. Adrenaline can flow hard and fast; allow the beauty of the love and compassion your Grandmother raised you with to carry you the rest of the way. Her influence in your life is clearly apparent; you have shown only respect to any opponent you have run against during your campaign. I truly admire you, and wish you the best.

Mr. McCain, I voice my concerns for your well-being. I admire you for your quest and efforts in trying capture votes in specific states, but not at the sake of your health. This is not a prejudice against your age, yet that is a major factor as you are traveling and then appearing at rallies at a frequency beyond the amount a man 25 years younger than you. Oh I know that you were not hitting the trail as late last week, but what would actually happen if you made this big push th e weekend before the election, the day before, and then 7 states in one day the day before- then actually WON?

Mr. McCain- the fruits of your labor, actually, paif off! But you are incapacited, for the next 3-4 days trying to recouperate... worse yet- God forbid- something more serious arises. I pray for you Mr. McCain. I will not vote for you as I have monumental differences with you regarding every policy- but I still believe that you have a good heart, the good of our country in it and need to take care of yourself.

May the heaing begin...

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Belated Best Ever!

... and it was the best ever. Truly extraordinary!

On Saturday I get direct orders from the the Mister: I am to stay in bed for an official gift presentation from the girls (BTW #2 is from hereby referred to as "The Wee", the youngest of course, no longer tiny- yet the name fits her). Now this is quite the task, as I have suddenly take to rising no later than 8 these days. Of course these two sweet girls of mine are conditioned to let the Mama sleep in on Sundays- especially on Mother's Day!

So there I lay... waiting, when I happen to remember that my recently started "Annotated Pride and Prejudice" was in arms reach. Bliss! Off to a perfect start.

No breakfast in bed today, as I was promised brunch at our local favorite family place. But first, I lay awaiting my goodies, my tummy rumbling and my head full of Lizzie and Mr. Darcy.

In come The Boo and The Wee, sweet offerings of love in hand, and Boo presents a little handmade Fairy... it's a thing we do here with flowers, wire, beads and lots of imagination.

Next comes a beautiful scarf from the Wee, a garage-sale find of the day before for 50cents that some sweet lady put into a red velvet bag w/ eye cream upon hearing it was a Mother's Day gift... The Wee was beaming, as was I; this was getting better by the moment!

Then, from behind her she pulls out a new purse! Friends and family know how dearly I needed this... and let me tell you, my 9 year-old has some great taste! Same colors as the old hand knitted one I've been dragging around for the last year- yet 100% more stylish! OOLALA!

Then it's on to the Boo's gift, and nothing could be more perfect from her, a fantasy print of a male and female *almost* embracing for a kiss over toadstools... very sensual. Very Mama. Very Boo.

Time for Brunch. The Mister has miserable sinus stuff-a-raging, so he's healing horizontally; it's me and the girls off to our favorite diner. We had a delightful meal including hotcakes, oatmeal, a shared fruit bowl and Earl Grey tea... of course the Wee had her fav- cheesy noodles and fries! Eek! Shortly after being presented the check, our waitress returned saying she needed to recalculate it. It did seem kinda low.

After waiting about 5 minutes, I went to the counter to pay it, and was told it was already "taken care of". Our waitress pointed to an elderly man exiting the door and said, "Happy Mother's Day. He wanted to remain anonymous."

The girls and I were all speechless; even our waitress as I started to become watery eyed and choke back the tears. The Wee said, " I say him, he was behind us at our table and he had a goodly face!" All the Boo could say was, "Mom, I can see that you are going to cry..."

Upon retelling our good fortune to the Mister, his first response was, "Maybe God is one of us."

Monday, May 14, 2007

Hello and hello!

Hello and yes it's been forever.. in fact it's the first one under this new alias.

In advance, to beg your pardon... I do not have weak thumbs- questionable spelling skills that may slip by my spell checker and, morals on occasion and grammar that can frustrate blue hair off the stodgiest English professor (did I mention run-on sentences?) but weak thumbs? Absolutely not! It is this punchy wireless Gateway keyboard that I refer to as Bane that has a mind of its own to group no less that 3to 4 words together, (yes- I am one of those that has to look at her Fingers when she is typing, and I can Fly that way!) but when I look up- I might have a whole chain of thoughts stung together, OR- there might be double space words all across the lines... as my eldest daughter says (who, lovingly referred to from here on on out as the Boo-she makes the perfect pouty face, and her fav game as an infantwas Peek-A-boo; was all she said for 5 months-Boo!) - HUMPH!!!!

Get all of that?

If you did, I will be very easy for you to read, as infrequently as I post... yes dear friends, and I call you friends because guess what? I have been watching you! No, not Stalking... it's called lurking. But we do have some mutal connections... Schmoopie, Stucco, NancyDanceHall and now Meno to name a few. I know, I'm name dropping- but it seems that at least a few of them want me to share what is insidethis silly head of mine aside from the random comment I add to their posts- so after mush persuasion... Ta-Da... Here is me!