Saturday, December 31, 2005


I want to wish everyone a very Happy New Year.  May your year be blessed and wonderful, may you have the strength and wisdom to get through the hard times, may you have the joy and laughter to get sail through the good times. 

Live life to the fullest.  Laugh whenever you can.  Love those around you. 

And go have another cup of's a holiday!


Tuesday, December 27, 2005

The week between the two

So here we are, the week between the Christmas and New Year.  Yesterday was an odd day, but able to watch Scrooge with my siblings and parents....all of us curled up on couches or the floor, most still in their pj's (and it was 3pm), fire in the fire place, dog chewing her Christmas bone, cats stretched out under my brother's wheel chair.  Watching Scrooge (with Albert Finney) is a family tradition. 

i love such traditions.  They give one the feeling that all is well and everything is going according to plan.  Maybe that's my need for order and love of 'lists'...maybe it's just the time spent wtih family doing something we all like.  Whatever it is, this week is another one that makes My Favourites list.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

So this is Christmas....

...warm, rich scents fill the house - cookies and lemon cake cooling on their racks, wood gleaming and lemon oiled, windows sparkling with the electric candles shining through for all to see, and even the toilet is clean.  she is ready for her guests who are due to arrive tomorrow afternoon, presents all wrapped and the tree trimmed in gold and ivory. 

she is almost completely content....not quite - but that can't be helped, so she will welcome her guests with open arms, stuff them full of good food and sweets and celebrate this very wonderful holiday.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

What Not to Wear... that show - and heard today:

"Elegance is the art of doing simplicity well."

Saturday, December 17, 2005

A Mouse or Three

i think there are mice residing in the wall of my sitting room.  i don't mind mice- when they are outdoors and running wildly through a meadow, or darting under a mushroom to take cover from the rain.  i don't mind mice when they are the cutest characters in a children's story.  i don't mind mice when they are in someone else's house.  i DO, in fact, mind mice when they are in my house.  i've never had a mouse problem before and certainly don't want to start now. 

Maybe i should just tell them how i feel and then maybe they will just pack up their little family and move on down the street.

Where's the pied piper when you need him?   :::sigh::::

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Thank You

i've just realised that there have been 1002 readers of this blogs since it's 'birth' in July 2005.  Thank you to all who stop by and share my ramblings of life.  Thank you also for the witty comments and encouragement.  Hugs to all.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

What a way to start the day...

On my way to work every morning , i take a back road or three to save some time.  The road winds through some farm land and also along a rather large creek, a horse pasture, a sheep farm and some neighborhoods.  It's a rather lovely drive. 

This morning, as i rounded one of the corners near the horse pasture and creek, i gasped in sheer bliss.  During our very cold night (of about 6F), the brush, trees and tall grasses along the creek were covered in deep white frost - which gave it a decidedly pure and lovely look.  As the sun was just coming up over the hill, the rays of that glorious ball of light played off of the frost and glistened as diamonds on each branch or blade.  It was absolutely gorgeous.  If i would have had some extra time, i would have stopped and just gazed for a while.  No matter how i looked, the 'diamonds' sparkled and twinkled quite brilliantly.  Absolutely gorgeous.

A very good way to begin the work day.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Spelling Habits Explained

i have a terrible habit of switching between British English and American English when writing.  For instance..words such as neighbour,Saviour, realised...just a few (and please don't even ask me the correct way to spell 'youghurt'...i'm not sure if it's British, American, Austrailian or French...grrr).  Blast it all!  i think it comes from reading a great deal and as i'm a visual learner, those spellings stick in my head. 

my sincere apologies to anyone who gets confused. Hopefully, it will come across as charming instead of sheer stupidity.

Ok, that's all..carry on.

All things for a reason

i'm typically a person who thinks that most, if not all, things happen in my life for a reason.  Good or bad, happy or tragic, the situations and the way i choose to handle them all continue to mold me into the woman i want to be.  Sometimes i come through such situations with flying colours, sometimes i fail miserably. 

i want to be a woman who can look back at her life and have no regrets.  i once asked my grandfather (the Irish one) if he had any regrets in life.  He said that he only wished he had gone on with his education (meaning college).  Things were different then, though.  World War II...Marriage..children  = all came at a relatively early age for him.  He worked for the Navy Yard in Philadlephia for years and years and earned many certificates and other acknowledgements for engineering - without a degree.  He used to build things - after watching something on TV or seeing it in a magazine - all just figured out and plans drawn up.  He still does cross word puzzles every day.  He had subscrptions to National Geographic and read them cover to cover.  He has traveled.  He has a sense of humor.  He can cook.  Yet, he watched my grandmother die when she was in her mid 50's, he cared for her, he retired early so he could be home with her and to this day, he misses her greatly.  He's never remarried.  He lost a great deal of money in an investment that failed.  He broke his hip a couple of years ago.  He recently had that same hip operated on.  It hasn't been all roses - there have been thorns-- but hes' had a full and wonderful life - and his only regret is that he didn't have more education!  What a way to live - such a good example. 

So, i still hold that all things - whether good or bad - are done for a reason.  How i react to them shows the true woman.  No regrets. 

Friday, December 9, 2005

Let it snow, let it snow

Oh the weather outside is frightful but the fire is so delightful

And as long as you love me so, let is snow, let it snow, let it snow

(your love plus a snow day tomorrow - both are equally important. <grin>)

Here's hoping for a good snow fall - i have a ton of things to do in this house before the big party on Saturday! 


6:44am Edit:

it is indeed a snow day - snow falling at a great rate = fast and furious.  i'm so excited - a full three-day weekend.  AND i can get everything done this morning that needs to be done for the party.  Lovely!  But for now, i'm going back to bed and enjoy another hour or so of sleep.

Wednesday, December 7, 2005

Just another manic Wednesday

Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, i actually have been busy at work thus far!  My lands, but i might fall over in a heap!  W-H-H!!!

And i have an extremely attractive hive on my neck - grrr (which itches to no end)

And i declare that it's a rather nice and glorious day outside -brisk enough to make you walk very quickly and make your skin tingle but not so bitterly cold that one has to dash in an unsightly manner from place to place.(i say that but i have to get gas for the car after work and i'm sure to be frozen (or at least complaining that i am) when finished.)

And here's hoping for a good choir practice tonight.

And there's the tease of more snow on Thursday - which would be a welcomed thing.

And our neighborhood Christmas party is set for Sat. night (i'm not prepared one bit and am sure to be frantically running around on Fiday and all day Saturday in preparation as it's a big to-do and my house is the last one visited - as i have the piano...for caroling...)

And...well that about covers this crazy, wonderful Wednesday.

Monday, December 5, 2005

Sunday Afternoon Critique

Sunday's performance went much better.  Everyone seemed more relaxed and then were able to enjoy themselves as well as do a good job.  Even the orchestra did a better job.  It was great fun and frankly, i'lll miss the vocal work-out that i got every week.  Such an undertaking provides a sharpening of skills once learned and reminds me of my love of music, that it is in my blood and that it must always be a part of my life.

i loved watching the face of our director.  He is very animated, in a good way...offering encouraging smiles when all goes well, or an understanding look if someone didn't do quite as they ought.  And when he was moved by the power of it all, his face showed it - which made us sing even better.

T'was a good weekend.  A very good weekend.

Saturday, December 3, 2005

Saturday Night Critique didn't go off without a hitch but at least no catastrophy.  Personally, i made four mistakes, two of them being when i was so enthralled by the sopranos power on some of the high notes that i forgot to sing, once i wasn't counting properly and once i sang the wrong word.  Not good.

Another chance to redeem those mistakes tomorrow and hopefully all will go well.

The orchesta wasn't bad - for a community orchestra, although there was one violinist who was consistely off by a bit - just enough to make my spine react.(not in a good way)

And once, Dr. Sidebothom had us stand for no reason - his face showing horror as he realised his mistake...was somewhat priceless.

All in all - not a bad night. We'll see how tomorrow goes.


Handel's Messiah is set for tonight @ 7.30pm and Sunday @ 2.30pm (EST)...i'd rather not break a leg - but if that what it takes....:::grin:::

Going to be a busy but good weekend, i think.


Friday, December 2, 2005

All Things Girlie

i was talking with some of my co-workers the other day and we realized that in the last 10 weeks we've all been to the same home parties.  First we went to a Party Lite party (candles), the a Beadalicious (a friend's new jewlerly business), two Tupperware parties, another jewerly party and just today got an invite for a Mary Kay party!  AND somewhere in there was a Pampered Chef party but none of us can remember when.  Now i think we need to have a lingerie party and a book party...or just all go to Barnes N Noble - though i'm more inclined to enjoy the quaint used book stores rather then the big chain.  However, all that being said - we all are just lil party goers and it's quite fun, truth be told.  Most times you don't have to spend much if any money and it's just nice to see products and have a good time with the girls.  The Mary Kay one ought to be a hoot - all the girls invited are 'girlie girls' and will "ooooohhh" and "ahhhhhhh" over each product and will be a grand time, i'm sure.

And when i think of men going to such parties, i LOL...seriously out loud.  Imagine. 

i do love being female....

Thursday, December 1, 2005


Last night, i had the oddest dream.  i was living in Paris, but not in the flat i had while living there before, no, this was an older building close to the British/American bookshop where i shopped frequently.  There was a doorman to this building, named Phillippe but he looked like one of my brothers.  i had a dog, named Moses, who would change into a cat in a moments notice.  i don't know what i did for a living  but somehow i found myself on the train to Switzerland.  i was going to meet a Man, and in preparation of that meeting, i was uh..well without clothes or shoes.  And wasn't embarrassed until the conductor asked me for my ticket and i had to get up and reach up high for my bag.  However, when i arrived in Suisse, i was fully clothed in a ball gown and impossibly high heels.  i awakened as i was getting into the limo...

What on earth caused that?

(ps.  no pants today.  One day was enough.  ugh)

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Is she or isn't she?

Out of sheer rebellion, i'm wearing a pant suit to work today.  Granted it's a nice silk chocolate brown one but pants nonetheless.

Also a disclaimer.  Someone recently read this blog and said that i sounded like i like the ladies..meaning i'm gay.  i would like to say that while i think women and their bodies are amazing and i enjoy the company of women immensely (need those girlfirends and sisters), that men are the cat's meow and where i prefer to uh...well...nevermind..:::blush::
Sorry, but i'm not gay. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Sing baby, sing and dance too

i have had the privilege of singing in a community choir which is associated with my workplace.  This is in addition to all my other things that seemed crammed into my life.  However, we are performing the Messiah this weekend and tonight is the dress rehearsal.  There are loosely 120 voices and we've been practicing for the past two months to ready ourselves for this occasion.  What a joy to lift one's voice up and sing with others who share the same passion for music as i.  And our conductor is a hoot!  He's a rather interesting man - funny, intelligent, eclectic, talented - everything a conductor should be.  i've not sung in such a choir for a while and it's been great fun and good discipline to get back into it.  So tonight is the end of practice and i must be honest in saying that i'll miss the fun and work.

Don't know what i'll do with my Tuesday nights now though - maybe take up basket weaving? Knitting?  Sheep shearing?  hmm....or maybe i'll just perfect the art of the three hour bubble bath!

AND something i forgot...i was invited to attend the Christmas dance at the studio where i take lessons.  It's by invitation only, from what i understand and i'm honored to have been asked.  However, i'm in a bit of a panic as i've only ever danced with my instructor and what if i'm asked to dance and the man knows some other step and i end up in a heap on the floor?  OR worse yet, what if no one asks ...AND i have nothing to wear to this thing...AND i'm excited yet petrified and i should've said that i was unable to attend AND i'm not ready = i've only had four lessons and can only do basic steps and for goodness sake why did i say 'yes'?  HELP!

Saturday, November 26, 2005

Just stuff

i come from a large family.  There are eight children.  It's a nice, noisy, loving, laughing family.  But our ages range from me (who shall ever remain 29) to a six yr old.  Fun. 

my 16 yr old sister has a boyfriend.  A nice guy, thus far.  Tall - 6'3" (yum!), cute kid.  Poor thing has almost met the entire family and gets drilled from all angles.  What you guys go through sometimes....<grin>

And it made me think of when i was boyfriend was 18 and we had a great relationship.  Lived in the sticks but had fun nonetheless.  One of my dates with him was to go with his brother and girlfriend and the four of us went up into the mountains to shoot 'pop' cans.  Yes, shoot.  With guns.  Rifles.  A hand gun.   Yes, me.  All dressed up (not in a skirt though) and shooting guns....And we were very careful and not stupid, just practicing. (by the way, i'm not a bad shot) For our date.  ROFL...oh man, what a time!  What a life! 

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Happy Day

Happy Thanksgiving (if you're in the U.S.)

Happy Thursday (if you're not!)

For me, this is my favourite of all holidays.  i am blessed to have an amazing and fun family.  AND there was enough asparagus for all....

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


So which is more embarrassing::

1.   Choking up while talking with the oil dispatcher because they can't make a delivery until Monday and i have guests coming tomorrow and my oil tank is quite low.
2.   Crying outright when the accounts manager called back and says they will be there first thing on Friday and that she was calling me because the oil dispatcher was very concerned about me.

(ok, so i'm a emotional female - but it was so kind of them to get the oil to me early...and yes, i do normally check the tank more frequently, but i had other things going on for the past three weeks...)        

Edit:  when i got home just a bit ago - there was evidence that the oil guy had been there - and they filled my tank.  Kindess and good customer service can sometimes make someone's day. Excuse me while i go cry one more time. 


Monday, November 21, 2005

If you can...

...find the recording of Gabriel Faure's Pavane, Opus 50,  with the BBC Philharmonic.

It is breath-takingly gorgeous.

i first heard it performed in a Parisian metro..and wept (i was weepy anyway because i was about to come home in three days' time) for the beauty of it.  Music for the soul.

Nuther Football Post

Soooo....hmm...the Eagles...well what can i say? To lose to the Giants??? The arch-rivals?  Eagles fans are typically taught from early on that the Giants and Cowboys are fierce foes, and while individual players may be admired from afar - never, ever root for them and in fact, a deep dislike is preferred.  ::sigh::  And Trotter's injury - not good.  But there were some awesome blocks from the offensive line and Westbrook was all over the place and who can say enough about Lewis' one-handed catch or the defense and dang but McMahon can throw bullets and run and leap and take hits and jump right back up (wonder how he's feeling today...<yikes>) - grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr to this loss.

What is it about football that i enjoy so much?  i've wondered that often.  Maybe because i've been watching since five months old?  Maybe the sheer competition?  Maybe the exciting plays and tension?  i'm not a statistics junky, i can't tell you the numbers that each player wears, sometimes i don't even know the names of the new guys for months, that is all unimportant...but i do know great block, i can pick out holding and clipping, i get crazy excited with a break-away run or a "Hail Mary" pass...when B.Dawkins comes out of nowhere and bats down balls or makes a block that rattles teeth, or Kearse, or Trotter...i can holler with the best of stomach tenses when Westbrook is plowing through a pile o'guys and when McNabb or McMahon are scrambling i'm usually saying "look out, look out"...LOL..crazy.  Who knows.


ps: it's nice that the Eagles have two QBs with Irish last names...


Friday, November 18, 2005


i love this the tingling feeling my face has when i come indoors...i love the smell of the leaves on the ground...i love the blue sky and bright sun...i love the chill of the wind as it and the exhilerating feeling it gives...that cold, fresh air - good air to clear the lungs...i was visiting my folks last night and my lil sister (15 yrs old) was making chocolate chip cookies...i love that smell...i love the fact that she's learning to bake and becoming accomplished in the kitchen...i love seeing the look of happiness on her face when she's told that they are delicious...i love coming into a house and feeling the warmth - a big contrast from the outdoors...i love warm wool socks and thick sweaters....i love the smell of wood smoke in the air....i love a nice cozy fire in the fireplace....i love a room lit with candlelight....i love putting up white chiristmas lights...i love Thanksgiving and all the nosie and fun that goes with it....i love the fact that the children and teens in the family eat all the asparagus and we adults have to fight over six little pieces....i love the laughter of my family...i love the sounds of the football game...i love Dark Chocolate Wilbur Buds...i love listening to stories and jokes and bad puns that are always prevelant around the tables....i love family who travels from Florida to be 'home'....i love this time of the year, it is by far my favorite. 

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Ramblin' again

i've been giving a lot ot thought to my life recently - which may or may not be good...depending on the day. One thing that i've realized, and come to appreciate, is that sometimes we don't know our own inner strength until we're put through or going through a difficult time in life.  Bad things happen, it's just part of life.  But how we (read: i) deal with those things shows the true inner woman, does it not?

Something i've noticed is that i tend to 'flip-flop' between extremes at first and then gently settle down to a nice medium after time and thought have been given to the situation.  For instance, if i have my plans set in one direction and they are suddenly changed, i typically don't react well.  i go from 'i'm never doing that again" to "i'm going to do that at the first chance i get" and then typically settle down to "when and if the chance arises, i will look into doing such and such"...lame example, i think but it's just how i react...and i'm trying to hone in on the more middle ground as my initial reaction.  That is not an easy thing.  i would like to gain some ground in that area before my planned pre-mid life crisis... ( which, by the way is planned for May 2006 - so mark your calendars...)

Anyway, i think my struggle is that i'm trying to find a good balance and be able to live life gracefully and graciously.  With my passionate nature (cough, cough) that's not always an easy thing to accomplish - but it is at least an honorable goal.  You can always pick out those older women  who have lived such a life.  They are always quick to forgive, easy spiritied, think before speaking (my worst fault), have an easy smile that includes everyone, generous in their love and time, yet not easily taken advantage of, nor bowled over by life. i guess while living for today, i'm trying to prepare for the future - my future - so that i don't end up one of those old, shriveled bitter women who have nothing good to say about anyone. 

So here's to learing more aboutliving and doing it well.  Here's to gracious living and a generous spirit.  Here's to a good balance in on'e reactions.  Here's to making each day count.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

A simple meal

The candles were glowing, china sparking and the silver just right.  Beautiful.  Delicious smells from the kitchen and soft music said that this was not going to be just an ordinary supper - the table was set for more than the normal one - and there was a feeling of expectancy in the air.  she moved from room to room double checking everything - from the placement of the candles to the level of warmth.  Everything was in place and she was ready to receive her guests.

They were going to celebrate Thanksgiving - yes, a few weeks early but it didn't matter for these guests had never celebrated such a feast and it was her honor to help them learn a tradition that was very dear to her heart.  her guests came from all over the world: Australia, Austria, Germany, Mexico, Columbia and Equador.  Six beautiful women, one from each country, were living in the States for at least one year and were part of an Au Pair Exchange program. 

The first to arrive was the German, with her slight Berlin accent to her perfect English noticeable as she apologized for being late(she was right on time).  Then came the Australian and Austrian.  And lastly the three Latinas - shorter, darker - full of passion.  They all brought a dish from their own country - some of them spent hours making tortillas and salads and strudel.  They laughed and got all the food on the table, including the turkey and stuffing that she had made for them.  They tried all the dishes (even a bit of Veggie Might) and declared everything delicious.

And as she looked around the table, candlelight glowing off of each face, she felt a twinge of something not quite known.  These girls, some of them only 19 yrs old, so far from home, so full of hope.  Lives left at 'home', loves, pets, siblings, parents...and yet in this small space of time, they were a little family of women, sharing a meal, learning a very American tradition.  she felt so fortunate, so very fortunate to be part of their lives.

her Thanksgiving memories are so strong and wonderful.  So many relatives gather around similar tables, children laughing, everyone eating and declaring 'not another bite' as they reach for just one more slice of that cranberry bread.  Laughter has always been in her life as well as love, family, hopes and dreams and are they not all summed up in Thanksgiving?  Is Thanksgiving not a time where one can take a few minutes to reflect on all that has transpired throughout the year and give thanks? 

And she is thankful.  Thankful to be alive.  Thankful to have a house and a job.  Thankful for friends and family who love and care for her. 

she will attend the tradtional Thanksgiving meal in a few weeks, but she doesn't think it can top the one she had tonight.


Friday, November 11, 2005

i'm a sickie...sick, sick, sickie (hmm...SNL perhaps?) 

OH and dance lesson last night was wonderful - although i wasn't feeling good at all, it was so nice to learn new steps - we did the foxtrot, rumba, fun is that?  Jerry's wife teaches couples and so we were all in the same ballroom together - and it was great..this couple hasn't been dancing long but they are doing a good job - the wife looks great - has the hip action and is graceful...and the man is pretty good too...and then i was - learning the first steps to the foxtrot!  LOL  but in my defense it was only my third lesson, so i'll not be too hard on myself (just yet)...and i'm able to talk to Jerry while we're dancing without stepping on his toes.  He is SO encouraging...and funny as well...and that helps.  He told me if i'm going to mess up - make it big! 

i love watching us dance in the mirror - not because i'm enamoured with myself, but because i can see our feet/legs and i am amazed when mine are in time with Jerry's!  It's quite fabulous darling.

He also told me that he teaches an 80 yr old woman!  She's been taking lessons for five years (!) and is pretty good and loves to do the rhythmic dances (latin based ones)...can you imagine?  i love people like that - who aren't afraid to take a chance and do something new and fun.  Sometimes when you take a chance, you lose, but sometimes, just sometimes, those chances turn into a dance!

ps.  Jerry also mentioned my shoes - i've been learning to dance in 4" heels..and the norm for practice shoes for women is about 2 - 21/2...hmmm..

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Dance baby, dance

So tonight i have my ballroom dance lesson.  Yes me...ballroom dancing.  i know, i know, i'm not the most graceful woman on the planet but honestly, this is so much fun. My instructor is about 70 yrs old and about a foot shorter than i, but he can whirl me around like a top!  And i only stepped on his toe once (and was mortified!) and i'm getting better and he says i'm a natural (HA!) and it just feels so nice and girlie to be dancing....

My instructor, Jerry, said that there are more men taking ballroom dance lessons as well, ever since the movie "Shall We Dance" came out!  Men who would normally pooh-pooh such things are realizing that women want to be romanced via dancing and it IS a terribly sexy thing to know that a man can 'take charge' and lead you around a dance floor.  ::sigh::  i personally love the movie 'The Tango Lesson' is highly romantic and the music and dancing are just superb...and maybe, just maybe there is a fantasy in me that is lived out in the last scene...where the gal is dancing with three men..passed from man to man but the ultimate one who loves her is the one who 'keeps' her...hmmmm......

Wednesday, November 9, 2005


Sick.  Coughing.  Sniffling.  Headache.  Body aches.  Sore throat.

ohhh...don't i look pretty.....



Tuesday, November 8, 2005

RANT: Eagles Football and other things- Ramblin'

Ok, here's a rant:  T.O -Philadelphia Wide Receiver....

What the heck is the deal with this guy?  He is so very talented and a hard worker and yet, he had the maturity of a gnat.  i have only one claim to fame...i've served hamburgers and other lovely Burger King fast food to Hugh Douglass - when Hugh played for Central State and saw first hand that Hugh is a big man.  He was a big man in college.  T.O is a complete idiot to start something make insult.  Throw him out on his ear...and H.D should've done it.

i'm in complete disgust with most of the team and certainly the ones who make the decisions to cut guys, etc.  Last year they had such a tight team - leadership was prevelant, good players who had the 'fire' to win, strong men (shiver) and yet this year, they play no better than the local high school team?  What the heck is up with that? 

i was impressed with T.O when he first joined the team - he did work hard, he made plays happen, he did a good job...not to mention that he has one buff...oh, nevermind....

So give him the boot.  He'd better leave Philly in a hurry - Eagles fans aren't exactly known for being genteel and forgiving!  (i think Wamp calls us 'thugs')  And for pity's sake, don't pick fights with a man who used to bench press Burger King workers after practices...sheesh.

(ps.  there are also those who shine on the favorite being B.Dawkins...what a guy.....)

Edit:  and i just saw that Ackers (kicker) has been given an extension...SWEET...

Edit 2: i'm just a chatty Cathy today....

Sooooo yesterday i wore dress pants to work....first time...ever...and cause a small riot on campus as well as in my neighborhood.  Nothing superb about them- just nice black dress pants - wore the cutest lil boots...  When i got home - was talking to my neighbor and in mid-sentence he yells, "OH MY WORD!  YOU"RE WEARING PANTS!"   Guess then everyone heard him and had to comment/look/point/stare....think i'll stick to skirts/dresses!  LOL  Sheesh!

Monday, November 7, 2005


So i had a great weekend, all things considered.  Was in New, not running the marathon, but visiting with a dear friend.  Spent some time outdoors, leaves crunching underfoot - that delicious smell of autumn, warm sun, cold nights...can't beat it.  Reminds me of my childhood - grew up on the side of a mountain in central PA, spent many days tromping through the woods...

..and i'm still tromping through the woods...woods of adulthood- i think i'm going to plan a pre-mid life crisis..though it's not quite as effective when it's planned, i'm afraid.  But sometimes these 'woods' get me down - when i take stock of my life thus far - not exactly where i want to be ...and so i need to dig in and make happen those things that will prevent me from a real mid-life crisis...'s to strapping on some hiking shoes and walking through this part of my life.  Here's to digging in and making happen those things that i want and need.  Here's to enjoying life to the fullest and taking lifes' blows square on, but recovering from them with grace. 

Here's to forgiveness and mended relationships. 

And here's to being kissed by a stranger....

You remain
My power, my pleasure, my pain.

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

Simple Things

"'Cause i dream of simple things i can believe in
Like the feeling this day brings
True love and the miracle of forgiving
i believe in simple things..." 
(Amy Grant)

i like simple things.  i like the smell of the leaves under my shoes as i walk.  i like the city early in the morning.  i like when my house is clean and at rest.  i like hot tea and cookies shared with a friend.  i like laughing with girlfriends over some silly thing.  i like quiet evenings reading a book that expands my mind.  i like shoes.  i like all things girlie and pretty.  i like strong Men.  i like honesty.  i like candlelight.  i like flowers.  i like to make people happy and smile.  i like music.  i like catching a man's glance and blushing.  i like smiling.  i like the freedom that forgiveness brings.  i like clean sheets.  i like lavendar scented bubble baths.  i like to be kissed...deeply.  i like warm October days and cold nights.  i like snuggling under the covers.  i like the feeling when i first wake up - body warm and relaxed, nose cold, cat purring in my ear, cat scratching my arm, cat...OK, OK- i don't like that (darn cat).

In this complex world, with all the stress and confusion that life brings, the simpler things keep me grounded. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2005 the lil boys come undone...

Black knee-length flouncy skirt: $49
Sheer stockings:  $16
Black 4" heeled shoes: $65
Seeing a lil college boy watch you walk from accross campus:  Priceless


ps. i don't attend college, i work at one....

Monday, October 31, 2005

A Good Life

Today, i learned of the death of one of my choir members (i direct a choir..).  Gloria was given three months to live about four years ago.  Watching her endure hardships of cancer and the radiation burns, losing her hair and all that goes with it, was difficult - espeically since she is only a few years older than my own mother.  However, she refused to feel sorry for herself, nor give in to the cancer.  She fought a long hard road and left this world, headed for the loving arms of God...

If i could say one last thing to her it would be:  Your cheerful and willing spirit to sing even when you weren't feeling well was well noticed.  You have taught me how to face terrible things with grace and hope.  i have watched your life closely, especially these past four years and am glad to have known you - you taught me much.  i will miss you, dear friend.  You lived a good life, you fought a terrible disease well...thank you for all the kind things you said to me - all the encouragement.  How you publicly thanked me for being the choir director when i was feeling like i was in over my head (smile).  You pushed me to use my talents - "bugging" me for months to apply for the posistion and then sang with enthusiasm..saying how the music lifted your soul - and spirits when you were down.  Thank you, Gloria, for being a wonderful, beautiful woman....your children will rise up and call you blessed....and i softly say 'amen'...Goodbye dear Gloria.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

A Good Thing's a good thing - other than a breathtakingly gorgeous day - i am going to spend a few days with a friend during this week. She and i have all sorts of antics cooked up and i cannot wait.  i typically get restless during this time of year anyway - feel the need to move, travel, that sort of thing, so this quick trip is just the thing to get me through...until the next urging of wanderlust and then i'll be setting my sights on Ireland...


Saturday, October 29, 2005

Disjointed thoughts not particulary well written

Another grey day here in Pennsylvania.  i don't think i remember October being like this  - i remember warm days and cold nights and the leaves changing.  But this year, wow, feels like March.  Odd, very odd.

i always wanted to get married in October!  LOL i don't know why.  It is my favorite time of the year for sure.

i think i'm going to make homemade soup and croissants today.  i need to eat. 

i also think i'm going to the gym today.

Friday, October 28, 2005

"i'm i the depths of dispair," bemoaned Anne...and Marilla replied, "to despair is to turn one's back on God..."  (loosely paraphrased)

i was reminded this week that even when life isn't going as i wish, there are ALWAYS those who have a worse life or worse circumstances.  i don't have a major illness, i'm not in Iraq, i have a home, i am blessed.   That was a good reminder, because even though i have three major areas of my life in turmoil at the same time, it could be worse.  (i'm glad it's not though.)  Thank you, M, for the reminder.

i've said it before, but i want to say it again, i have some of the best people as my friends and loved ones....thank you all.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Ode to Emma - written by Trip

There once was a sweet Irish lass,

Her figure a fine hourglass.

Mens' hearts are aflame,

As they loudly exclaim,

"Man, get a look at that ass!"    


LOL Trip - thank you g/f!!!  and WOOO HOOOOOO.....

Thank you

i have some amazing, wonderful, caring friends both online and offline.  But there are some of 'you' online friends who blow me away with your kindness and concern and i want to thank you.

Sometimes you never know the impact of kind words.

Thank you.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005


Life is all about choices, isn't it?  We choose what we wear, eat, do each and every day.  We choose how to treat people, we choose how to drive -- everything in life comes down to a choice.  Some are very easy to make.  Some are the hardest thing ever.

i am in the second category today.   i have to make a choice - a decision - about something that i never thought i'd have to. i am struggling and unsure.  i am hurt and scared.

Please God, let me make a wise choice.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

C'mon Girl, work it!

The other night i had the pleasure of attending a high school band competition.  At the intermission, all of the local highschool's senior band members were honored and pictures taken with their parents.  One girl's set of parents really stuck out in my mind. 

This girl had a mom, dad and step mom.  All three adults seemed to get along rather well as they chatted in line waiting for their daughter's name to be announced.  As they walked out onto the field to greet their daughter, i noticed what they were wearing.  Mom was wearing a cute black skirt and cream top, the best knee high boots and an adorable red coat.  Her hair and makeup were fabulous.  She wasn't a size 3 but she looked amazing.  Dad wore a pair of nice dress pants, shirt, tie and a jacket - he was well put together.  Step -mom...welll...she wore a pair of too baggy dress pants, flat shoes and a ill fitting jacket.  i turned to another woman and said, "Mom WAY outdressed Step-Mom, didn't she?" and we giggled a bit about  that but it made me think.  Made me wonder what the story was between the three.  They appeared like a Princess Diana, Prince Charles and Camilla type situation.  Made you wonder what Dad saw in the woman he was currently married to.  Not because she was an awful woman - it was apparent that the daughter loved all three and interacted with all three - but she didn't dress to impress. 

So common girls, work it!  Dress to impress, not only your SO but also to let others know - for there are ALWAYS others watching you - that you embrace good style, you embrace your soft feminine side, you embrace the amazing creature that is called woman.  No matter your shape or size, a well put together outfit, crease free fabrics, makeup and hair that are cared for say alot more than you can imagine. 

i'm sure Step-Mom is a wonderful lady.  i'm sure she's been a great second mother that that girl and that her husband loves her, but i wonder if she would've 'kicked it up a notch' what people in the stands would've said.  Probably something like "oohhh that man knows how to pick women!"  or wondered why Dad ever married Mom in the first place! 

So c'mon the fabulously dressed 'Mom' ....wear those skirts (watch how you sit in them - no creases in the back, please), don those high heeled boots, and spend a few minutes more on your face and hair and turn those heads.  Both Men and women will take notice...and i'll be applauding you all the way.

Work it!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

More Shoes....

i am wearing a pair of shoes today that are killing my feet...and i adore these shoes!  HA!  Why on earth do we women do that?  ohh yeah, cause they look goooood!

Tuesday, October 11, 2005


  1. To undermine the confidence or morale of; dishearten:
  2. To put into disorder; confuse.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Shoes: Men vs. Women

A little fun reading.

When it comes to shoes, men make their own assumptions.
 Types of shoes:                What you think it says:                What men think it says:
Ankle wraps                        I have perfect ankles                    I'm into bondage
Athletic                                I'm sporty                                       I don't even think about sex
Boots                                    I'm a sexy girl                                 Maybe, but let's see what's under
                                                                                                       those boots.
Clogs                                    I love anything Danish                 I drag my feet and whine
Espadrille                             I belong on the French Riveria    I expect a life of luxury
Fabric shoes                       I'm socially responsible                 I can't afford leather
Flip-Flops                            I'm soooo trendy                            I'm cheap as hell
Oxfords                                I'm sensible when required           I have my personality locked up
Platforms                             I am bold and adventurous           I am petite and overcompensate
Pumps                                  I'm classic Grace Kelly                   I want to be president
Riding boots                       I own horses; I play polo              I like horses better than men
Sandals                                I have gorgeous feet                      I want you to lick my toes
Stilettos                               I'm too sexy for my shoes              I'm simply dying to sleep with you.

(taken from: Change Your Shoes, Change Your Life: Strut Your Way to a Fabulous New You!, by Susan Reynolds, pg21.)

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

To a Friend

Today must have been an extraordinarily rough day for you.  Something got so hard in your life and you felt as though you couldn't take one more minute, so you left.  Gone.  Just like that.  No good-bye, no 'remember when' - just gone.  i don't understand the reasons but i do know you dealt with pain on a daily basis, and for that i am so very sorry.  i wish i could've taken the pain from you.  i wish i could've healed the part of you that cried and screamed against the injustices that have been done to you.  i wish i could've made your heart whole again, with no scars, with no painful past - just whole and well.  You have a wonderful mind.  You have a generous spirit.  You have a loving heart.  But the pain and the ghosts got too hard to bear and they weighed you down.  i hurt for you.  i grieve for you.  i cry for you.

You will be missed, my friend.  You will be missed.

Hugs you.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Me, Me, Me, Me

1. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? Don't wear pants, i prefer skirts.

2. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The women in the hallway laughing like a screech owl!

3. SOUPS OR SALAD?  Either...depends on my mood

4. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Small piece of cake

5. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Either dark green or dark red - depending on my mood.

6. WEATHER RIGHT NOW? Gorgeous, warm, sunny nice breeze


8. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?  Doing great...Happy!

9. FAVORITE DRINK? Homemade iced tea, lots of ice and lemon

10. FAVORITE SPORTS:  American Football , Ice Skating

11. HAIR COLOR? Brunette with alot of red highlights

13. EYE COLOR? Brown eyed girl


15. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?  Ahh - too many to mention - Ages:  32, 25, 19, 16, 15, 13, 6

16. TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?  One hole each ear

17. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?  WOW, i can't even remember.

18. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? Thanksgiving

19. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? i'm not too shy but preferred to be the askee instead of the asker.

20. SUMMER OR WINTER? Neither, Autumn is my favorite.

21. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE-NIGHT STANDS? Umm.....oh, wait - relationships, of course..yes, of course.

22. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Dark chocolate

24. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?  "One hundred year of solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and "Tailing Mulligan: Mastering the Art of Workplace Communication" by Dr. Robert Skacel, Jr.

25 WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?  Company logo


27. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?  Did Pilates, read, facial, chatted online, manicure

28. FAVORITE SMELLS? So many - A good smelling Man, Mom's bread,  Vanilla-Lavendar bath salts, Clean laundry...


30. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?  That depends on the situation


32. FAVORITE FLOWER?  Roses of any color and peonies


34. CAN YOU JUGGLE?  No way Jose...

35. WHAT WOULD YOU HATE TO BE TRAPPED IN A ROOM WITH?  Mice or crawling things

36. COFFEE? OR TEA?  Coffee in the morning; tea in evening.

37. FAVORITE PERFUME? i haven't found one i absolutely can't live without but i do enjoy B&BW - Night Blooming Jasmine

38. DOGS or CATS?  both

39. FAVORITE PLACE TO VISIT?  Switzerland - Jura Mountains or Paris


Friday, September 16, 2005

First Touch

Do you remember the first time you were touched by your first boyfriend/girlfriend?  Those innocent touches that made you feel odd inside and your heart skip a beat...shared smiles because he/she was going through the same thing.

i remember mine - there are two actually that stand out very clearly in my mind. i was 14 yrs old and he was 15. (good grief that's young)  The very first touch was, looking back, a very mature, tender one.  We were talking -  standing close without touching -  and he reached up and traced the side of my face and jaw line.  Let me tell you, i almost fainted.  my young heart responded to that gentle touch - the look on his face -  and i have never felt as beautiful as i did that very minute.

The second one was a bit different, but no less powerful.  We were sitting in church, in the back pew (of course!), he was on my right.  my leg was crossed at the knee and he extended his leg toward mine, pinning it against the back of the pew in front of us.  Leg pressing leg, we sat (i have NO idea what was said in church!!)  And he didn't let it go until after the service was over. 

First Touch.  Sweet.  Innocent.  Powerful.  ::sigh::

(something else that makes me sigh - good lyrics)

Artist: Josh Gracin
Song: Stay With Me (Brass Bed)

Lyrics :

Baby, the clock on the wall is lying
It's not really that late
It's too cold outside to bewalking around the streets of this town
Anywhere if you think you have to be can wait

Why don't you stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Baby, there is just no use in hiding
The way that I am feeling right now
With you standing there baby I swear I can't help but stare
Girl you're wearing me out, wearing me out

Baby, stay with me share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
We'll be alright as long as you stay with me

Baby don't go it looks like it's starting to rain
And it's so warm here in this apartment wrapped up in this blanket
So stay

Stay with me
Share all your secrets tonight
We can make believe the morning sun never will rise
Come and lay your head on this big brass bed
And we'll be alright as long as you stay
I'll be alright as long as you stay with me, yeah

Stay with me

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Where's the Passion?

Recently, someone told me they were neutral in their thinking over a subject. That seems so utterly sad to me. To lose one's passion in life, one's ability to discern what one wants, and just claim to be neutral.   How do we, as humans, get to that point where nothing means anything and all is neutral?  Does life beat us down so much, or other people, perhaps, and so we throw our hands up and declare that we don't care about anything and will go as the wind blows?

But i defend, that passion is what makes us interesting as people.  Look at a person who has a real passion for something and many times their enthusiasm spills over to you - it expands your own horizons.  Even if you completely disagree with someone on the subject, you can admire their passion, their stance on that subject and come away from the experience a better person, able to see both sides of the coin, so to speak. 

What's your passion?  Don't claim the middle road - get excited about something, grab hold of it and stand your ground.  And hang on for the'll be more exciting that you ever thought possible. 

Sunday, September 11, 2005

What happened

Something that should have been lovely and wonderful just went completely and utterly wrong. 


Tuesday, September 6, 2005

Sometimes an extraordinary person walks in to an ordinary life and changes it forever.

Saturday, September 3, 2005

Lately, i've been giving a lot of time thinking about the lost 'art' of elegance.  In our soceity, it seems as though we've gone very casual and that reflects on every aspect of our lives.

However, in light of the absolute horror of what has happened in Louisana and Mississippi, this topic can wait until next week.


Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Why doesn't this country have better public transportation? Goodness me! Maybe if we did then we all wouldn't arrive to work feeling frazzled and stressed. grrrrrrrrrrrrr

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

...Like a Natural Woman

Don't you just love songs that you can sing at the top of your lungs.  Pure joy.  Unadulterated bliss.  Throw your head back, crank up the volume and become 'one' with the music.  Today was one of those days.  When i heard that ole' song (Natural Woman) i sang it with abandon...cause...

Today was a day where i was totally thrilled to be a woman - basking in my femininity, embracing my softness, flouncing around in my skirt and heels and realizing that the "you" that makes me feel like a natural the permission i give myself to be one.  Not to fight to be manly or pushing my way through life, but loving the softer side of me.  The side that loves nail polish and stockings, make-up and jewerly, soft hair and giggles, high heels and scented lotion, elegant gestures and lipstick.

i'm a natural woman alright....and loving every minute of it.


Saturday, July 30, 2005

Hodge Podge

Home.  What a delicious word.  i love going away. Especially to Europe - it fuels me towards higher fashion - toward a more graceful way of living.  But i love coming home.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Monday - WOW...beautiful castle...great people. ok food.

I think i was meant to live in a castle....just born in the wrong time period .  This one was built in 1894-1895 - amazing.  Until the Soviets came through and destroyed what it had once been.....

More later...

Friday, July 8, 2005


So today is the day to jet-set accross the ocean and see what lies on the other side.  And if i'm not mistaken, that would be Europe <grin>.

I have a problem with planes.  Not afraid, not even a little bit.  My problem is that i turn into this little girl who is going someplace nice and is so excited that she wants to kick the back of the seat and ask every 10 min if we're there yet....  I would think, after all this time and being somewhat more mature than a 6 yr old, that i could sink into my plane seat, read for a few hours and then slip into dreamland, waking refreshed and dewey faced for the adventures of whatever country the plane lands.

But no, sadly, quite the opposite, save for the reading bit.  i want to look out of the window to see where we are.  However, since it is the middle of the night flying over the ocean and Greenland - there's nothing to see(although i must get to Greenland someday).  So i look out into space -hoping to see something of interest, but alas that doesn't happen and then there is no leg room and i can't sleep and are we there yet and if that child doesn't stop crying i'm going to scream and ... and... and...   ::sigh:::

So this trip, i've decided to do something different.  i've messed up my body clock by staying up till odd hours and not sleeping much.  Maybe this way, i'll be able to slip into dreamland and arrive looking refreshed instead of my normal zombie look. Maybe.  Nice thing about jet lag is that is only lasts for a day or two, so by Monday, i'll be myself again.

But if you're in Hungary this weekend and you see a zombie-like woman, trying her best to look like a super model while really looking quite the opposite, feel free to say 'hello.' 


Thursday, July 7, 2005


Today's blasts in London remind me too well of that gorgeous-turned-horrid September day in NYC.

Take time to pray for those injured and for the families and loved ones of those who have died.

Monday, July 4, 2005

Shore breezes

i love the ocean.  i love the roar of the waves.  i even love the annoying sand that gets everywhere.  i love it because with the crashing of the waves upon the beach, the hot sun on my skin and friends and relatives around me, i am reminded all is well.   The rhythm of life is felt in those waves, the future of our country is in the small children who dip their toes into the cold water and run screaming from the waves, or the small ones who stand, brave and terrified at the same time, sick ones feel better with the healing sea breeze, skin becomes tanned, hearts heal, problems are solved and love is rekindled.  All at the shore.  Come on in, the water's fine.


Saturday, July 2, 2005

Quiet grace

The weekend is finally here. i'm glad because it's been a rough week.  More surgery for my brother, accusations from a co-worker that were totally unfounded, misunderstandings, financial setback, car problems, disappointments, hurts, boredom, too hot, a grandfather who is insisting upon surgery even though a doctor told him that he may not survive because of heart problems and broken promises -lend for a miserable outlook.  i woke up this morning with the same tension in my shoulders that i went to bed with - but worse.  This trip to Hungary is coming at the absolute worst time.  And i am feeling sorry for myself. (can you tell?  <wry grin>)

BUT - it is a gorgeous day today.  The humidity finally is lower.  There is a breeze.  The sun is shining.  i woke up.  i'm healthy.  my house is still standing.  my car wasn't stolen. my coffee tasted wonderful this morning.  i get to spend time in the garden - weeding and watering my flowers.  i'm not having surgery.  my brother is getting better.  i am going to hungary.  i have a wonderful family and good neighbors.  i am employed. 

i have to decide today that even though i feel that life has kicked me in the face this week and i feel defeated, unwanted, miserable, sad and lonely, that my attitude is a choice.  i can determine the outcome of my day solely based upon my attitude.  i would rather sit around today and cry and pout and throw a temper tantram - that would feel great, but that really isn't who i want to be.  i'd rather meet such things - as this awful week - with quiet grace and determination to do better next week.  Not denying my emotions and i probably do need a good cry, but realizing that one week isn't the end of it all.  Today is a brand new day - no mistakes, no hurts, no misunderstandings, no pain.  Might not be that way all day, but for now, in the quietness of my heart and house, i will embrace the day, thank God for my life and all that i have - including wonderful loved ones, friends and family, and go weed my garden.  

Come with me - let's have a day of quiet grace.

Friday, July 1, 2005


Have you ever had an expectation of something good to come to you and then it doesn't happen?  Or that you were supposed to meet up with a friend or loved one and they call at the last minute to cancel - or worse, never show up at all?  Sometimes i think that handling disappointment graciously is a very difficult thing ..... but i'm trying.

Thursday, June 30, 2005

Got lost

Lost myself in a book this evening.  One of my few pleasures.  One that i enjoy more than most other 'down-time' things.  When i was a child, my mother read to my sister and me every night before bed.  Usually it was a chapter book and she'd allow a few chapters a night until we were finished - sometimes leaving us hanging on to some wonderful adventure that had to be continued the next night.  We would protest and groan and beg for more - and sometimes she would give in - but more than not, we had to wait.  i remember the words coming alive to me in pictures - like a movie - that would float through my head and allow me to get lost in the story. 

i was told by my aunt, not long ago, that no one taught me to read.  She said, and my Mother confirmed, that i was read to so often that i sorta memorized the words to a particular story and then learned to recognize the words....or something like that.  This revelation came to me when i mentioned that i never remember anyone teaching me how to sound out words until i was an early teen and took a phonics course.  Never taught to read???  Although, the joyous end for me is that i can read, and do it often, i can't imagine not being able to read - to 'get away' for a while in a good story or learn some incredible facts. 

i'm sure you've seen the signs that say "if you can read this thank a teacher"...but in my case i guess i'd have to say "since i can read, i have to thank my Mother, who took the time to read aloud to me over and over again."

Thank You Mom.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

C'est toi

When i lived in France, i had the privilege of meeting Grandma and Grandpa, LeeAnne’s parents.  They moved to France when they were newly married and lived there as missionaries for many years.  It’s so wonderful to be with Americans who have knowledge and understanding of a culture and language so well that they are honored amoung the local people as Grandma and Grandpa were – not to mention an absolutely flawless Parisian accent.


One time when they were visiting us, Grandpa went out to pick up some baguettes, cheese, wine and olives that would compliment the meal i was preparing for us all.  When he returned, he rang the bell and Grandma answered it with the customary, “Oui?”.  His reply to her was lost in the din of our conversation but i will never forget what she replied back to him.  “C’est toi!!!”  (It’s you!!)  She said that with such delight and gladness that he had returned safely (he was only gone a short time and a few blocks away) that i’ve never forgotten it.  “C’est toi” said “i’ve missed you, i’m glad you’re here, i love the sound of your voice, i’ve been waiting eagerly for you to return, i love you.”   Very simple words, yet so profound.


And i wonder….if they can go through decades of marriage, learning a new language and culture, raising children,lifelong sickness and pain, misunderstandings from folks back in the States, and all the junk that life sometimes throws at us, and still, after all of that be delighted to be in each other’s presence, why is our generation so inept at staying married?  True, Grandma and Grandpa have a deep faith in God and true, they did (and still do) take their marriage vows very seriously – but maybe it’s also a choice.  A determination to enjoy each other, to welcome each other home like they were gone for days, to have respect and love for each other.  i am honored to have known them and glad for the life long lesson taught to me by two simple words:


“C’est toi!!!!”


Tuesday, June 28, 2005


Next week i'll be embarking on a trip to Hungary. It's a business trip of sorts - paid for by my place of employment - but also a good will trip as i'm helping to co-lead a group of college students.  Our goal is to teach them some volleyball skills at a camp.  i love to travel.  i've not been to Europe in two yrs and have the 'itch' to do so. 

When i was young, my Father had a record (remember those?) of the sound track of "Paint Your Wagon" and on that record was a song "I was born under a wanderin' star."  My Father would sing that to me and tell me that the Irish side of our family (His side) had that wanderlust problem.  i think back then, i realized the urge to travel, to see new things, to meet new people....always wanting and loving home, but always in search of somewhere new and exciting.  Part of that could be the Irish in me - i've heard it said that American Irish aren't content and don't lose the wanderlust until they go back to Ireland - and part of it could be that i grew up in a little town, on the side of a mountain, close to the river.  Great place to raise children and room enough to allow developing minds to dream of what was over the next mountain. (by the way, in our case, it was another mountain!)

So, i'm excited to be going overseas for two weeks. The Hungarian people are wonderful, friendly and hospitable.  You can hear wonderful gypsy music in the subways.  You can still see the marks of years of communism but also the granduer of Budapest - imagining what it once was long ago. 

Look up at the sky you see that wandering star?  i think it has my name on it...maybe yours too. 

Monday, June 27, 2005

Inner child

It rained today.  Light, warm summer rain.  The kind that makes you want to forget that you are an adult and inspires - calls you even - to take off your shoes and jump in the puddles.