It is just mere minutes before 6am according to the clock on my iphone. I have been awake for the last two hours laying in bed catching up and reading both blog post that I follow and panning new ones. I was awaken by the snow trucks coming through and then I hearing the pitter patter of tiny feet on the carpet (hey, I have mother,s hearing) and saw a tiny head appear in the shadow of my iphone light. After a potty run, a kiss and tucking him back in his bed he had driffted off to sleep and I again lay awake…scrolling. Then I realized that I was 1) hungry and 2) dying to write something…and I managed to do both in just 8 minutes. Smile
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I find it interesting how individuals put so much emphasis on their birthday. They celebrate a week or sometimes an entire month and the really over zealous people celebrate for an entire year.
I have yet to see anyone (I know directly or indirectly) put such emphasis on a wedding anniversary and I was perplexed as to why not…until now!
“MY MARCH MADNESS”
We’ve celebrated the joining of our union everyday this month. We didn’t break the bank, by giving huge excessive gifts, but time and reverence.
We elected to spotlight acknowledgement, forethought, appreciation, nurture, affection and consideration as our daily focus on one another.
My love for my spouse is one of the things I value and treasure with great sincerity in our union. So, we raise our glasses, sharing our laughter, our silliness and beaming with radiant smiles everyday knowing that dreams really do come do come true.
Celebrate your love not just once a year, but everyday and especially during the month when two became one.
“a successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.”
Baking the cookies…. Laughing Out Loud, at myself for still using this age-old innuendo as a reference to sexcapes. Okay, I consider myself to be relevant when it comes to knowing my way around the “kitchen.” Now, I’m far from an expert, but I can “ahem” hold my own. I bake a “slap yo mama” pound cake that will bring a man to his knees and grill a steak so fine that you won’t care who is watching as you lick the plate clean. However, my specialty where it really counts is in “baking the cookies.”
See, most everything I learned to do in a kitchen started at the knee of my Grand (a wise old woman with many colorful colloquialisms), but baking cookies (giggle) well that was a lesson I learned directly from the men in my life.
Lesson #1 you shouldn’t share your cookies just for the sake of sharing, because everyone will want to get a bite. Be perspicacious when deciding if and when you should share no need to rush into making a rash decision if the cookie is good they’ll be willing to wait. Your job is to make them want to wait and remember a woman should guard her “cookie jar” as if she is guarding the gates of heaven.
Lesson #2 listen with your head and not your heart. The heart will mislead you with all kinds of emotions, however the head is more apt to lean toward logic and good old common sense. Be prepared to have sonnets written by the lying poets who will serenade you with the sweetest words to gain entrance to your cookie jar.
Lesson #3 never sacrifice yourself or your cookies for love when you find yourself in an unbalanced situation. Always be able to make the distinction between love and loyalty to self. Otherwise you will feel as if someone robbed your cookie jar.
Lesson #4 Lay your cards on the table, but still maintain a stern poker face. If you choose to pull up a chair and play the game using your cookies as bait know exactly what you are willing to lose and when you need to pull it all out.
Lesson #5 You and you alone are responsible for your cookie jar and it’s contents…so you may want to consider keeping it locked down until you really have a clear understanding of its authentic value (women often under value the worth of the cookies). Wouldn’t you hate to look up one day and have an empty cookie jar, because you shared its contents with so many who thought “why buy the cow when the milk and cookies are free.”
I am now convinced that there are different variations of love that can exist between people.
There is the love that a mother has for a child nurturing, endearing, maternal.
There is the love that exist between friends. Strictly plutonic, but close, warm, and yet affectionate.
Then there is the love that manifests between lovers. That love can range from surface deep to passionate and bridling with flames.
Love can serve as an addiction like no other, it can wind you up so tight, that breathing is not an option and insanity is the desired remedy.
When I consider the love between a man and a woman; such as my husband and I…I glow with warmth and happiness from the inside out and back again. I am mesmerized, by the strength that he pours into me and where many must substitute sex and/or material artifacts we insert our shared laughter from jokes.
Being playful keeps us young and our laughter keeps us sane.
Yes, there are varying types of love and I am fortunate to have found the magical never ending kind.
This is how I see me in the palm of your hand. It is quaint, alluring and altogether magical from my perspective.
Most might think that this would render me powerless with absolute no control. Little do they know I am energized by you; I feed not only off of our power, but also from your love for me. I do not need to siphon your strength, because it is fed to me with every beat of your heart, in every smile and our laughter.
I am inspired by you and that is why, I am able to sit so quietly in the palm of your hand never considering… that flight from you should be an option.
Hello world, welcome to my new WordPress blog.
Certainly you didn’t expect the first posting to be fabulous…did you? Well, think of this first blog as the informational link between you, me and the blog. LOL
You may wonder how I came to choose the title of my blog, well I wanted something that wouldn’t shoebox me in, but that would allow and create a forum for free flow of thoughts and information from every direction.
So, I hope you will return again, soon and often to smile and laugh with me.