Sending out a Happy Birthday wish to
I believe there are those who think life is mundane. By definition they might say their life is lacking interest or excitement; that it is simply boring. I was never a fan of the “boring” word; in fact I figure if you have to use the word boring you probably are just plain boring yourself! As for mundane sure there are times when life does seem to lack the excitement we might be looking for. But when life seems lacking I look to these words:
“Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is like an old time rail journey…delays…sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling burst of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride.”
--Gordon B. Hinckley
High School. Seems we either loved it or lived through it. Some wish to forget those years. But whether you loved it or endured it, you can’t deny the unmistakable journey it was. Happily when you get to my point in life most memories are of the good variety or at least that is how I roll; out with the bad and save only the good. And I do have some good memories of high school. I had some awesome teachers and made some lifetime friends. I was a cheerleader in my junior year; not because I was popular, I was just loud and they were looking for loud that year. It was a memorable experience.
Saturday we had the opportunity to attend my high school reunion. When I told people I was going usually they first asked, “which one? Is this your 20th?” Then they looked at me again and said, “Oh wait that can’t be you have children in their 30’s!” All true. It wasn’t my 20th more like 20 times 2! You can do the math.
It is a funny thing being out of high school 40 years. You don’t feel like it has been 40 years. You wake up each day and look in the mirror and think you look the same. It is hard to project how others have changed when you yourself haven’t changed that much … right? Well we have all changed. In the 70’s long hair was all the rage; boys and girls alike. And thin was in! Fast forward 40 years and we find baldness prevails and round is the new thin! We were a mighty class of nearly 500 but our numbers have diminished; members gone but not forgotten. Truly it was an evening of remembering the goodness; we laughed a lot and shared our highlights of the last 40. Interestingly all highlights were about our children and grandchildren. Of those I spoke to we had the most hands-down; it was my finest moment!
The class of 1972 glad to be a part of you! Because we were and are today, “Born to be Wild!”
I can’t say I’ve always been an Autumn fan. She is just too close to Winter. I’m more of a warm girl. But in life we change and I have grown to enjoy the beauty of Autumn and her colors. She is kind of underrated; she seems to fly under the radar. One minute summer, next minute boom Winter. Hey what happened to Autumn? But I notice her and I’m thankful for her. She is definitely in the air!
From time to time I find good words, well phrases really from movies that seem to become part of our family language. They come to me randomly when I least expect it. Like now:
“Do I have dreams? Do I have aspirations? No! But I have a toilet bowl that is spring time fresh and I’m pleased as punch to be a short order cook to a dog! Now eat it!”
or how about this one:
“The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize.”
and here is a new one I must use:
“Time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin’ across your face.”
That’s enough I’m starting to resemble the movies I watch.
Yesterday morning Mr. Man said to me, “I’m wearing S1’s suit!” Excuse me, says I!! He then explains he is wearing the suit purchased when S1 was married. Mr. Man has four suits. Four because we have children. Four because with each child’s marriage we have purchased a new suit for him. I guess I never thought about that he had four suits. Men’s clothes, women’s clothes purchases, so different.
But there is one suit I hadn’t thought of until today while we were “suit talking.” Maybe because it is a suit that was blocked from the memory and rightfully so. It is the leisure suit. And yes Mr. Man had one. Oh why?!? Well they were cheap. They were in style; I don’t how they could have been in style. They were more like a fashion disaster. But they were all the rage. Oh and he had a paisley jersey shirt to go with the lovely baby blue suit; a perfect match for his baby blue eyes.
He was HOT I tell you, HOT!!
This wasn’t his, but it could have been!
You want your man to have one, don’t you??
I prefer Christmas Eve over Christmas Day. After all by 10:00 a.m. (or sooner in some changes) on Christmas Day it is all over but the clean up. I know a little cynical but that is how I see it. But with Christmas Eve on the other hand there is still that anticipation of things to come. So back to Thursday. It is my favorite day because it feels like Christmas Eve; full of anticipation for the yet to be enjoyed weekend. I count Friday as the weekend even though I still work on Friday, it is just how I think because really what else is there to do on Friday but clean up or catch up or finish up the weeks work; you know sort of like Christmas Day. By the way there are only 101 days until Christmas…….but who’s counting right!?!
On this very day (Tuesday), September 11, 2001, from 8:46 a.m. to 10:28 a.m. our world changed forever. Today I pause to honor those who lost their lives and those who lost loved ones. Both deserve to be remembered for it is not just those lost but those left behind who deserve mention. On this day when the world changed for everyone. On this day when for a short time fear attempted to over take us. But it was on this day that hope rose out of the ashes and it was on this day that we rose up against that which tried to overtake us. It was on this day that we remembered who we were and who we could become. It was on this day we pressed forward. It was on this day we came together. It is this day we should never forget!
It would seem that the days roll by so fast at times that I have hardly a moment to think. I try to live with a thankful heart and feel each moment I live is a blessing. But with the speed of time I rarely take a moment to stop and count all the things I’m thankful for. But then along comes a trigger. It stops me dead in my tracks and gives me cause to pause.
This little spoon I used to feed all of my babies. This little spoon has been around for a long while. This little spoon reminded me of all my greatest blessings. I’m so thankful for this little spoon!