I just want Dale Jr to Win!
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Dad And DadBob!
DadBob!
Not sure where that came from, the word DadBob, but I remember one day my dad said it. Saying it and the reason why was one of the most hilarious things ever at the time. One of those things you may not should have been laughing til you cried, but we did. And this very same instance occurred multiple times with multiple persons along the way. But never the same person twice, I am not sure but I don't think so.
Dad was gifted, a true horse whisperer. I have said that before. But he was a scoundrel too. On this day he took a hit and his reaction was "DadBob!" LOL.
Location: our small ranch years ago. Subjects: Dad and a glass door. Because of my children, everyone called him Pop. He and others were outside, out front. I was inside with several others. My front door was open, but there was a glass door which had no object, sticker, reflection or anything to announce to on-comers that it was in fact there and standing between you and the inside of the house. It had always been there since we built the house, everybody (we thought) knew about the invisible glass door :)
So on this day, dad led a handful of people in effort to make their way inside the house. For some strange reason, which always was the case, I and others were watching. Dad was talking, must be where I got it, he talked all the time, he could put you in stitches with his stories, so he was not paying the closest attention. And there was no time, in a split second I had no time for warning him. He was about to walk into that door. Hahaha. Yes I am laughing while writing this!
And there it was, he slammed his walking, talking self head on into that door without slowing one tiny bit. (Still laughing audibly while typing these words) The vision of his body temporarily flattening by the force of natural walking speed into that glass door was instantly astounding. A mixed moment of OMG, Wow that looked painful, followed by uncontrollable laughter (once, kind of, maybe a micro second after knowing he was ok?) Not.
He almost always wore his Stetson, but this day he was wearing his cap and it smashed and went cocked off to the side and up his unsuspecting forehead at the moment of impact. His nose smashed and his glasses were half way up his head on one side and looked a bit crumpled. The thing is, umm glass door, we could see all of this as if in slow motion, but it only took a second. Straight after the unsuspected impact, he bounced off the door and immediately exclaimed... DadBob!
Ok, well this just added to the rolling on the floor, tears in your eyes laughter among the bystanders. You want to and try to muster a compassionate "are you ok?" But seriously it was nigh impossible. And any attempt at this is, well, totally understood by my dad, seemed completely, ridiculously insincere. It would have been the exact moment of spewing tea or any beverage out your nose and mouth had you been unfortunate enough to have been drinking at that very moment.
And where the heck did DadBob come from? Seriously, the fact that it was that word that came out of his mouth, just cracked everyone up even more. I must look up the origin but I suspect all for naught, it won't be there.
He played it off like a champ! Laughed with us all while straightening his cap and glasses, embarrassed I am sure, but around our circle of family and friends, being embarrassed was fruitless. You might as well jump into the hilarity because it was going to happen. It could not be dissuaded. Not going to happen. If I tell you I am laughing at myself, I mean it. Cannot miss a moment when you can laugh instead of cry. It is good for the soul. Here it is sooooo many years later and I am laughing. Love it.
There were other occasions with this same glass door. Billy Jones' mom, older lady, did it also. But she was madder than a wet hen, she did not laugh at all. I think she may have hit her son for laughing and we, all those in the presence of this totally priceless situation, had to muffle and I mean muffle fast because she was the opposite of amused! For the duration of her visit, she was mad and we could barely contain ourselves! I felt so bad, but I was cracking up on the inside, can't even deny it.
Then there was our psycho kitty that no one knows what went on in her head, but she decided instantly one day to jump up and shoot out the door, ummm glass door. Our laughter that day was preceded by a moment of shocked silence - what the heck!? It was as if someone invisible had poked her with a cattle-prod... again, what the heck?! Then laughter ensued... LOL!
I was reminded of these events because the other day I had a similar experience, all alone, but laughed just the same. Mosquitoes are evil creatures and I have had to keep the screen on my patio door closed to aid in the fight against them. Going out to the patio to drink my morning coffee, very early in the morning it was dark outside which totally made the screen invisible. I didn't hit the screen full on, but I was leading with the full cup of coffee and it did.
I was momentarily shocked, like what the heck! Coffee went everywhere. I laughed. Although irritated by the fact that I am having to get coffee out of the carpet instead of drinking it at such an early hour, I laughed. Where are the guffaws, the comradery of family and friends when you need them????
Might as well Lighten Up People! Laughing is a great thing! Even at your own expense!
Not sure where that came from, the word DadBob, but I remember one day my dad said it. Saying it and the reason why was one of the most hilarious things ever at the time. One of those things you may not should have been laughing til you cried, but we did. And this very same instance occurred multiple times with multiple persons along the way. But never the same person twice, I am not sure but I don't think so.
Dad was gifted, a true horse whisperer. I have said that before. But he was a scoundrel too. On this day he took a hit and his reaction was "DadBob!" LOL.
Location: our small ranch years ago. Subjects: Dad and a glass door. Because of my children, everyone called him Pop. He and others were outside, out front. I was inside with several others. My front door was open, but there was a glass door which had no object, sticker, reflection or anything to announce to on-comers that it was in fact there and standing between you and the inside of the house. It had always been there since we built the house, everybody (we thought) knew about the invisible glass door :)
So on this day, dad led a handful of people in effort to make their way inside the house. For some strange reason, which always was the case, I and others were watching. Dad was talking, must be where I got it, he talked all the time, he could put you in stitches with his stories, so he was not paying the closest attention. And there was no time, in a split second I had no time for warning him. He was about to walk into that door. Hahaha. Yes I am laughing while writing this!
And there it was, he slammed his walking, talking self head on into that door without slowing one tiny bit. (Still laughing audibly while typing these words) The vision of his body temporarily flattening by the force of natural walking speed into that glass door was instantly astounding. A mixed moment of OMG, Wow that looked painful, followed by uncontrollable laughter (once, kind of, maybe a micro second after knowing he was ok?) Not.
He almost always wore his Stetson, but this day he was wearing his cap and it smashed and went cocked off to the side and up his unsuspecting forehead at the moment of impact. His nose smashed and his glasses were half way up his head on one side and looked a bit crumpled. The thing is, umm glass door, we could see all of this as if in slow motion, but it only took a second. Straight after the unsuspected impact, he bounced off the door and immediately exclaimed... DadBob!
Ok, well this just added to the rolling on the floor, tears in your eyes laughter among the bystanders. You want to and try to muster a compassionate "are you ok?" But seriously it was nigh impossible. And any attempt at this is, well, totally understood by my dad, seemed completely, ridiculously insincere. It would have been the exact moment of spewing tea or any beverage out your nose and mouth had you been unfortunate enough to have been drinking at that very moment.
And where the heck did DadBob come from? Seriously, the fact that it was that word that came out of his mouth, just cracked everyone up even more. I must look up the origin but I suspect all for naught, it won't be there.
He played it off like a champ! Laughed with us all while straightening his cap and glasses, embarrassed I am sure, but around our circle of family and friends, being embarrassed was fruitless. You might as well jump into the hilarity because it was going to happen. It could not be dissuaded. Not going to happen. If I tell you I am laughing at myself, I mean it. Cannot miss a moment when you can laugh instead of cry. It is good for the soul. Here it is sooooo many years later and I am laughing. Love it.
There were other occasions with this same glass door. Billy Jones' mom, older lady, did it also. But she was madder than a wet hen, she did not laugh at all. I think she may have hit her son for laughing and we, all those in the presence of this totally priceless situation, had to muffle and I mean muffle fast because she was the opposite of amused! For the duration of her visit, she was mad and we could barely contain ourselves! I felt so bad, but I was cracking up on the inside, can't even deny it.
Then there was our psycho kitty that no one knows what went on in her head, but she decided instantly one day to jump up and shoot out the door, ummm glass door. Our laughter that day was preceded by a moment of shocked silence - what the heck!? It was as if someone invisible had poked her with a cattle-prod... again, what the heck?! Then laughter ensued... LOL!
I was reminded of these events because the other day I had a similar experience, all alone, but laughed just the same. Mosquitoes are evil creatures and I have had to keep the screen on my patio door closed to aid in the fight against them. Going out to the patio to drink my morning coffee, very early in the morning it was dark outside which totally made the screen invisible. I didn't hit the screen full on, but I was leading with the full cup of coffee and it did.
I was momentarily shocked, like what the heck! Coffee went everywhere. I laughed. Although irritated by the fact that I am having to get coffee out of the carpet instead of drinking it at such an early hour, I laughed. Where are the guffaws, the comradery of family and friends when you need them????
Might as well Lighten Up People! Laughing is a great thing! Even at your own expense!
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Judging A Griever?
I hope not! I have heard it many times, I have said it many
times. I had thought I was the shoe on
the other foot before, but I had no idea until now. Judging is like assuming, don't even do it
unless you are ok with being terribly wrong, which is a possibility. But judging a griever is so out of our
jurisdiction.
Judging is never a good idea. I thought I knew myself, I have lived with me
for many years, I have been through a lot with myself, I should know me by now. But a tragic loss, we can no way practice for
that, we don't know how we or someone else is going to react.
It is a blessing sometimes, shock, but it is a shroud of
misunderstanding. Of ourselves, of
others, of our belief system and no one but God knows what is really going on
there. I wasn't ready and never would
have been. I had no idea of the danger
signs, the correct choices I would not make, the clarity of mind I would not
have and I am not the only one, believe me, I am not the only one.
Grief is kind of like "operating heavy
machinery" when you have taken certain prescriptions. Or driving while under the influence. The bad thing is, you don't know you
shouldn't be, at the time you think you are A-OK! In my thoughts/opinion, bad
grief is the same, you are not ok.
And people, you
cannot imagine, know, predict or even change the way someone grieves, not even
yourself. So give them a break, count
yourself blessed or lucky that you can't imagine what they feel, what is
driving them to do or not do things and if you think you know exactly how they
feel, check yourself.
Love, support,
stand by, just be there if you care but don't be foolish enough to think you
know everything. Don't be mistaken
enough to believe you could do better. I
pray you don't get the chance to find out.
I believe that it is very important to let them know it is ok to not be ok right now, I won't hold it against you.
I choose to give myself a break. I know I took a few wrong turns, still will I
am sure, there is no timeline for grief.
But I do not intend to waste time judging, criticizing or blaming
myself. I give myself a break as well as
others who are grieving. I am going to
keep going forward, live and deal with my actions and the consequences there of. I will continue to get used to the life
changes resulting from a tragedy I had no clue was going to take place. Living the "... accept the things I cannot change...", it takes time. Stand by people you care about, hold on, it
takes time.
As usual, I am throwing my thoughts, my feelings, my life out into the universe with this blog. I am not always right. But hey, it's me, I say what I think, most of the time! I love life, I love people and I love so many things, I think I will stay that way!
Be Happy People! And try your best to help other people be
happy too! Everybody wins when you succeed!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Cloudcroft - Soothing My Soul With A Memory!
Love, love, love the thunder and rain! Just doesn't ever last long enough in Texas! It is much needed here. Outside is uncharacteristically cloudy, not cool, but not 100 degrees either :)
This weather (minus the heat) reminds me of a quaint little town on the side of a mountain in south New Mexico, Cloudcroft.
Years ago, we went to this place for the first time and stayed in a cabin on the side of the mountain just before we reached the little town itself. We took a little road off the main road, wound up the side of a mountain to the back of the cabin. The back of the cabin was level with the ground, the front of the cabin was about 25 to 30 feet off the ground on stilts. It was surrounded by pine trees and a slow drizzly rain speckled around us as we unloaded our stuff to stay a few days.
The cabin had plenty of room, not glamorous but totally good for our stay. There was a fireplace, which we needed and enjoyed. There is something so perfect about a mountain cabin fireplace, it fills the room and surrounds you with the sounds of crackling firewood and images of dancing firelight. Knowing that just outside that door you are surrounded by mountains, pine trees and the familiar crisp chilled air that only the mountain elevation can give you. It soothes the soul, sigh.
High off the ground was a good size deck where we sat in chairs and enjoyed the view. The view from the deck looked across the main road at another side of a mountain. There was no snow at this time, but we could see the skeletal looking ski lift, stationary and looking as if it were resting, just waiting for the snow to fall and the skiers to arrive.
The cabin inside had an upstairs and the first night we had a visitor inside, way up in the rafters, a bat. There was a battle for occupancy and we won.
Cloudcroft is said to be "On the top of the world" and is in the Lincoln National Forest. It is over 8000 feet elevation. Over the mountain and down the other side is Alamogordo, much lower elevation and much hotter in temperature. We stayed there about 15 minutes and then went back up the mountain.
But let's talk about the town itself. We drove into this little old fashioned town to see what there was to do. What we found was quaint but fun experiences. A putt-putt course on the side of the mountain. We went well into Fall and there were leaves all over the course and we had to wear jackets to play. Simple, fun and the scenery was excellent. As it got dark we found a bowling alley. The old fashion way was preserved here. The pins were replaced each time by hand, by kids. Never saw that before! There was a huge circular fire place and after dark it was needed, very nice experience.
The rolling thunder, cloudy skies and drizzling rain that occurred here in hot Texas tonight reminded me of that little town. Only thing missing was the falling leaves, the mountain views and of course the chilly temps. So I do believe my memory/imagination made a leap, don't you!!!?
I have visited Cloudcroft several times on many trips to New Mexico, but I haven't been in quite awhile. I wonder if it is the same, I wonder if it would again, leave me with these dreamy memories. :) Probably not, but who knows! But I think I would like to try and see! Any trip to New Mexico is a good idea.
Be Happy People! What soothes your soul? Think about it and you know what, do it again!
This weather (minus the heat) reminds me of a quaint little town on the side of a mountain in south New Mexico, Cloudcroft.
(This is not the same cabin, I got this pic off off a Cloudcroft website.)
Years ago, we went to this place for the first time and stayed in a cabin on the side of the mountain just before we reached the little town itself. We took a little road off the main road, wound up the side of a mountain to the back of the cabin. The back of the cabin was level with the ground, the front of the cabin was about 25 to 30 feet off the ground on stilts. It was surrounded by pine trees and a slow drizzly rain speckled around us as we unloaded our stuff to stay a few days.
The cabin had plenty of room, not glamorous but totally good for our stay. There was a fireplace, which we needed and enjoyed. There is something so perfect about a mountain cabin fireplace, it fills the room and surrounds you with the sounds of crackling firewood and images of dancing firelight. Knowing that just outside that door you are surrounded by mountains, pine trees and the familiar crisp chilled air that only the mountain elevation can give you. It soothes the soul, sigh.
High off the ground was a good size deck where we sat in chairs and enjoyed the view. The view from the deck looked across the main road at another side of a mountain. There was no snow at this time, but we could see the skeletal looking ski lift, stationary and looking as if it were resting, just waiting for the snow to fall and the skiers to arrive.
The cabin inside had an upstairs and the first night we had a visitor inside, way up in the rafters, a bat. There was a battle for occupancy and we won.
Cloudcroft is said to be "On the top of the world" and is in the Lincoln National Forest. It is over 8000 feet elevation. Over the mountain and down the other side is Alamogordo, much lower elevation and much hotter in temperature. We stayed there about 15 minutes and then went back up the mountain.
But let's talk about the town itself. We drove into this little old fashioned town to see what there was to do. What we found was quaint but fun experiences. A putt-putt course on the side of the mountain. We went well into Fall and there were leaves all over the course and we had to wear jackets to play. Simple, fun and the scenery was excellent. As it got dark we found a bowling alley. The old fashion way was preserved here. The pins were replaced each time by hand, by kids. Never saw that before! There was a huge circular fire place and after dark it was needed, very nice experience.
The rolling thunder, cloudy skies and drizzling rain that occurred here in hot Texas tonight reminded me of that little town. Only thing missing was the falling leaves, the mountain views and of course the chilly temps. So I do believe my memory/imagination made a leap, don't you!!!?
I have visited Cloudcroft several times on many trips to New Mexico, but I haven't been in quite awhile. I wonder if it is the same, I wonder if it would again, leave me with these dreamy memories. :) Probably not, but who knows! But I think I would like to try and see! Any trip to New Mexico is a good idea.
Be Happy People! What soothes your soul? Think about it and you know what, do it again!
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Hard But Worth It
Very often the journey to God's will is painful. But arriving at His will is Amazing!
Keep the faith people, keep moving, the destination is worth it.
Be Happy People! I know sometimes it is not easy, but it is not impossible. Happy is a choice... Go for it, what's there to lose right!
Sunday, May 26, 2013
It's OK, Do You Hear Me?
It doesn't matter what you have ever or will ever do, nothing will ever make me stop loving you.
My love has always been very tolerant and completely unconditional, but I wish I had said it at least one more time. One more time. I used to always say what I feel when I am feeling it, when did I stop doing that? I wish I had told you one more time. Everything is ok, I love you no matter what!
My love has always been very tolerant and completely unconditional, but I wish I had said it at least one more time. One more time. I used to always say what I feel when I am feeling it, when did I stop doing that? I wish I had told you one more time. Everything is ok, I love you no matter what!
Give Me A Minute...
Drawing by Autumn Ives Simo
Like it or not, one 5 minute phone call, boom, I don't have control over anything. Of course when did I ever right?
It is hard being tender hearted and strong at the same time, it makes for much mixed emotions.
My daughter and I call it Quad-polar:
Happy
Sad
Angry
Blank
And it is like musical chairs, I never know when the change up is coming!
And yes, if you are in my life, you get to experience it! :)
It's temporary! Get over it! Hang with me! There are more smiles and laughter than before, so I am on the right track. God is good and life is anything but boring!
Be Happy People! And if you aren't happy for a minute, be patient with yourself, change up is on its way!
(There is a beautiful story behind Autie's drawing, I will tell it sometime or I will let her tell it.)
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
I Cried On A Jetty
I took a day and went to the beach. If you know me this is a place I love. It brings me happiness, thoughtfulness, peace and awe.
I drove down and parked by the seawall. Got out and took a picture of the water, the seemingly never ending waves stretching out across to the horizon. Speckled with ships way out where the water and the sky meet, waiting, paused in their journeys.
I walked the seawall and at the top of a stairway to the sand I took off my sandals and made my way down. My feet sunk down into the sand and I wiggled my toes, let the sand sift through them warming my feet and reminding me of where I was.
As I walked towards the water, I watched the few people across the way and of course, the seagulls. The birds were flying around accepting bits of food from those people. Others were standing in groups on the wet sand where the waves roll in. I noticed they were all facing outward as if to watch the water, the horizon, the ships as I always do. I walked towards them slowly, hoping I would not make them fly away, but rather stand amongst them, join them in their watch.
As my bare feet reached the wet sand and although the water was cold, I welcomed the feeling. Feeling something, anything other than the pain in my heart was welcome at this time. I walked out far enough for the waves coming in to wash over my feet and legs. The chill of it would take my breath for a moment, but I stood and allowed it. I turned my face toward the horizon, the waves, the wind and the sun. The sun was warm and I felt at home. I felt at peace.
To my left was the jetty. Huge cut blocks of marble placed there years ago to allow people like myself to walk out past the shore. So I made my way out towards the end of the jetty. The further out I got, the more intense the waves. I found myself half way out and sat on one of the huge blocks. The waves crashing against the jetty would, from time to time, spray across my skin. Again, it felt good, made me feel awake and alive.
Thank you God for allowing me these times to feel out loud, for my belief and for allowing me happiness in the midst of my grief. I trust You unconditionally and I thank You for that also.
I choose to be ok people, I choose to be happy, I choose to let God take care of the things I cannot.
Friday, March 22, 2013
Did I Say Life Is Short? Yes I did
Dark days, I have to say it - I lost my grandson. Life is short people, tell your people you love them constantly, hug them as much as you can and yes, be happy. Be very happy while you can, it prepares you and others around you for the dark days.
How many times can one person's heart break and still keep living. I don't know the answer to that, but it seems the answer for me is many. I don't get it, I really don't but I accept it. I think that is the key to a lot is that I may not understand God or the universe or life or death but I accept that I don't or won't. Life is short and we have to keep living it, getting past the bad and keep living it.
God let me get happy again prior to this and it saved me for this one. God sent me a guardian angel and I cannot imagine having gotten through that horrible, unimaginable week without my guardian angel. Thank you.
The Whys? I know are not over and I know I will continue to have dark days ahead, but I will not go away again. I will not stop living. I will not stop being happy. Sounds strange but I pretty much checked out before and I am determined not to do it again, it does not solve anything, it does not make the bad go away. It actually makes the bad a way of life, it hangs around because I let it and it won't happen, again God willing and my determination doesn't falter.
I thought for a minute that I could not imagine writing again, there seemed no way I could type, think, feel or write after this tragedy. But I reminded myself of what that would mean, so I am putting fingers to keys and will continue to do so, again, God willing and my determination doesn't falter.
I love you Dylan, my heart breaks everyday that I cannot hold you, that I cannot tell you again that I love you, that I will love you and miss you forever until I see you again in heaven. I love you.
Fly high baby.
How many times can one person's heart break and still keep living. I don't know the answer to that, but it seems the answer for me is many. I don't get it, I really don't but I accept it. I think that is the key to a lot is that I may not understand God or the universe or life or death but I accept that I don't or won't. Life is short and we have to keep living it, getting past the bad and keep living it.
God let me get happy again prior to this and it saved me for this one. God sent me a guardian angel and I cannot imagine having gotten through that horrible, unimaginable week without my guardian angel. Thank you.
The Whys? I know are not over and I know I will continue to have dark days ahead, but I will not go away again. I will not stop living. I will not stop being happy. Sounds strange but I pretty much checked out before and I am determined not to do it again, it does not solve anything, it does not make the bad go away. It actually makes the bad a way of life, it hangs around because I let it and it won't happen, again God willing and my determination doesn't falter.
I thought for a minute that I could not imagine writing again, there seemed no way I could type, think, feel or write after this tragedy. But I reminded myself of what that would mean, so I am putting fingers to keys and will continue to do so, again, God willing and my determination doesn't falter.
I love you Dylan, my heart breaks everyday that I cannot hold you, that I cannot tell you again that I love you, that I will love you and miss you forever until I see you again in heaven. I love you.
Fly high baby.
Friday, March 1, 2013
The Sky Was Gray, The Sky Was Beautiful
This one is about Pittsburgh or actually Cranberry Township outside of Pittsburgh. This was my 2nd visit.
I stayed at a great hotel, Hilton Garden Inn. Great place to stay and really wonderful people, they take care of you. Special shout out to Brian and Lisa, I have new friends for life and I cannot wait to see you again!
Lisa, beautiful girl, have fun, but take care of you!
Brian, I am so very glad to have met such a wonderful person. You are going to have a wonderful life my friend. And I am not jumping out of a plane! Zip lining in Costa Rica, I am there!
Melonie girl, I love you, instant friend you really took care of me!
Several others that were wonderful and now part of the pieces of my life, Hannah, Amber, Erin, Kristin - great people.
Ok, down to creative business, very important here - let me remind you, I love to experience. Did you get that - I love to experience, if you know me, I lost it and now it is back a hundred fold.
Let's start with the weather, I joked in January, who goes to Pittsburgh in January on purpose.
Being a Texican and living mostly in the sun, this is the opposite.
Snow, rain, snow again and again. Yes I have griped about the big coat I hate, walking in the slush, driving in it, and most of all, I can't wear my pretty strappy sandals!!! Many days of gray skies, I wonder if people here don't get depressed easily. I met many people and they are used to it just like I am used to sunny and sometimes unbearably hot.
So I decided to look at it a different way. I was standing outside this morning, not quite dawn, it was snowing. I did as I have talked about in the Texas rain, turned my face upwards and watched it fall. It is not depressing but rather quite serene, beautiful and calming.
If you think from the right direction it is quite magical really. It was quiet and peaceful, the perfect place to think and to dream.
The air was filled with big, floating, beautiful snow flakes making their way down to join other large snowflakes with the unique purpose of blanketing the ground.
The sky was gray, but the perfect background for seeing the flakes clearly, a canvas if you will.
It was there that ideas for writing started flowing into my head.
There are so many things, places, people out there to fill that desire I have to experience. Decide to find, see and experience the beautiful in all of those things, slow down so you won't miss it, look for it.
Being happy is my thing, but there are times when I am having those moments of kind of not happy right this minute. I truly love those times when we stop and think and feel, be pensive and thoughtful from time to time.
People! Slow everything down for a minute and dream, the results are amazing.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Happy Again In The Rain!
I have been away, but intend to pick up the Moody pace!
As you all know I have been sad for awhile but I want you to know that life is good again!
I was outside this morning and in Texas it is chilly and raining. I first thought, I am sick of cold! I am a sun baby and I want the sun! But further thinking I reminded myself that I should not wish time away. Time passes too quickly and although I am so ready for spring, I do not want time to fly.
A couple of weeks ago I was outside, I like outside, and saw hundreds of birds flying north. Poor babies they are so confused in Texas. This morning I saw hundreds of birds flying south, so not sure what we have in store for weather. I have to keep reminding myself it is only February and winter is not officially over.
And it is raining, I love this slow calming rain. It cleans the air and it makes me feel lots of things. This morning it was comforting, calming and a little dreamy. It reminded me of different times in my life where I was experiencing the rain, times that made me happy. Happy, remember happy? There was a break in the rain and I just stood there facing the tiny breeze and closed my eyes enjoying the feeling. Dreaming of rainy days, times and places in my life, in the past and yet to come. Good times, not one bad time came to my mind. Total peace.
So Moody is back to happy! Happy Rocks!
Slow start? Maybe, but I will get back to writing, just one of many, many things that I am coming back to.
And as I always say... Be Happy People, if you aren't, find your happy. Pick one thing that makes you happy and do it, it is so worth it. Life is short, stop wasting time!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Virginia Beach And Shout Out To Lisa & Gary!
Virginia Beach!
Sitting at my patio table at Mahi Mahs on the beach!
Above is my cell phone's attempt at a panoramic.
I left my digital camera at home so all photos are taken with my cell.
Not as good but memories all the same!
More photos down the post, but wanted to do my Shout Out to Lisa and Gary! When you travel with your job, you meet people along the way. And from time to time I meet persons I want to be friends with long past my visit. This is one of those times. Gary is actually on my team and this is the first time we met in person, lots of meetings on the phone, but have never met until now. We had a great time in Virginia Beach! Chances we will end up in the same place in the future is good! See you somewhere else Gary!! I am soooo glad we finally got to meet, you are a fun person and can't wait to meet up at another site!
Now Lisa on the other hand works at the site that I traveled to and she had the burden of escorting me in her building! She and I hit it off instantly and I like her and her personality - Lisa, you rock! Yes I am positive she got aggravated in a funny way at having to wait on me so she could leave - great trainer sitter she is! No wandering the halls! Whatever!
So, going to cities I have never been to was made enjoyable with these two. We went to Rudee's for Lobster tail and my second bunch of oysters, so mad I didn't take a pic. It was fun and if I go back we will repeat!
All of this good stuff was brought to an abrupt end once I got to the airport to come home! Another story another time, can we all say tarmac??
Virginia Beach, mark another destination off my to do list - good visit. When I first got there I drove past my hotel exit and headed straight to the beach. Did not find walking in the sand and seeing the ocean, no. There was a big event and I saw a million people I think and could barely drive down Atlantic, much less park anywhere. So I looked around a bit, and then headed back to hotel. It wasn't until the next day I ate at Mahi Mah's and sat where I could see the beach and the water. But I got some pics on that attempt to see the ocean... (you don't see too many people in these pics - cause I had to pay attention and not hit any pedestrians!)
Let me also say I wish I could have seen and spent time with Whit and her angels while I was in her town! So close....
So Be Happy People - find and have an adventure you've never had before and take pics for the memories!
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Cowboys & Aliens, Finally!
I don't care what role Harrison Ford plays - he rocks! His facial expressions are priceless. I finally watched Cowboys & Aliens. Harrison plays a dodgy, crotchety old bad man and he is great at it. He has facial quirks like no other. Bad stuff is happening and I am smiling at him.
Daniel Craig is the serious, tortured, dramatic, eye candy guy in this and of course he rocks it too. Most men look great as cowboys, not all, but most if they do it up right! :)
I am afraid if I watch movies at home I have gotten into the habit of multi-tasking and it irritates me. But I tried real hard with this one, wish I had seen it in the theater.
I like the characters in this western, they look right, they speak correctly for the era and good job with the details of fusing the old west and the alien possibilities.
Kudos for all the westerns they are making these days, love it. Making them is one thing, making them look real is yet another, good job. Cinematography - 1/2 and 1/2, some scenes it is great, others, eh.
I kept wondering about the character called Doc, so familiar, it took me a bit and then I looked it up to confirm, he is the crazy guy on green mile, Wild Bill, yuck!!! But wow what a great actor. He looks too normal in this movie so I couldn't figure it out.
So it took me awhile to get back to you on this one, even though I raved about how I could not wait for it to come out. I liked it, it was good. Was it outstanding like True Grit, no, but good none the less. Who doesn't love cowboys, no matter what they are fighting!
See a western/alien film and Be Happy People!
Daniel Craig is the serious, tortured, dramatic, eye candy guy in this and of course he rocks it too. Most men look great as cowboys, not all, but most if they do it up right! :)
I am afraid if I watch movies at home I have gotten into the habit of multi-tasking and it irritates me. But I tried real hard with this one, wish I had seen it in the theater.
I like the characters in this western, they look right, they speak correctly for the era and good job with the details of fusing the old west and the alien possibilities.
Kudos for all the westerns they are making these days, love it. Making them is one thing, making them look real is yet another, good job. Cinematography - 1/2 and 1/2, some scenes it is great, others, eh.
I kept wondering about the character called Doc, so familiar, it took me a bit and then I looked it up to confirm, he is the crazy guy on green mile, Wild Bill, yuck!!! But wow what a great actor. He looks too normal in this movie so I couldn't figure it out.
Far fetched concept? Or is it? Yeah, but isn't that our new normal!!!
Also, Olivia Wilde is a very good actress, surprise twist here.
One more, love this person, the Native American in tons of films, and I like him a lot... Adam Beach. I saw him recently, again, in Flags Of Our Fathers.
See a western/alien film and Be Happy People!
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