27 November 2009

Where did Samantha find the time?

Good Golly Miss Molly....
Do you remember how cool Samantha Stephens was....
Man.....that girl could cook,
re-arrange furniture,
care for Tabitha,
and handle
that crazy husband of her's, Darin,
all with a twitch of her nose....

that is what I want to be able to do!
Conjure up a fabulous
With just a twitch.....

And then I too
would have the time to play

Yeah right!

Nope not me...
if I could do all that...
Darin would have been history...
and the Fab Four,
the Monkees,
the Beach Boys
would be living
at my house.

Who needs a twitch?
All I need is my imagination.

26 November 2009

This is what I am so grateful for....

My sweet son...
 this is not a current photo.
This little boy is now 21 yrs old.
He is visiting a hospital bound uncle today.
So... I do not get the pleasure of feeding him way too much food.
I am blessed.
He is a good man.
He is actually one of the most caring
and interesting people I know.
(of course my opinion only matters to me)
I am fortunate to have been
assisted in raising him
by his wonderful dad,
my patient parents,
dozens of fabulous teachers
who have over the years
encouraged him

his dad and I are not married now,
and haven't been for over 16 years,
we have tried to bring him up
without seeing our disagreements.
(his father is actually better at this than me, my guess)
We have been blessed in return
by having a son that is
better than either of us
deserve or could wish for...

I know that this may sound like
I believe I played a major role.
not true.
I know that
the most I can take credit for is
having made dinner,
cleaned clothes,
had a few parties,
basically tried to act like an adult.
(sometimes worked, and others....well)

This is what I am grateful for today.
How about you?
What are you grateful for?
I would love to hear from you...
Happy Day.

22 November 2009

Tastes from the past....

enjoyed today....

This morning brought a breakfast flooded with memories..

It all started with a visit.
Several days ago,
a sweet lady named Anne
came to see me...
she had a photographic need..
that I am in the process of filling.
But what she brought for me
is pertinent here.
She brought eggs.
Eggs from her farm,
her chickens,
her effort,
her loving care.

These eggs were purposely saved for Sunday morning.
As they are special.
when I took my first bite....

I remembered....

being a child,
waking up to the smell of bacon...
fried green tomatoes,
oh my!

These were REAL eggs.

I had forgotten what a real egg
tastes like.

How sad....
I didn't even know,

that I had fallen into the same trap
 that we all have fallen into,
at one time or another.

The trap of convenience.
The neighborhood chain store,
that brings us everything we need.....

or does it?

Maybe not.
As these eggs reminded me,
Eggs have a taste.
They are not bland.
Not real eggs.

I think I will ask for the photographic bill
to be paid in eggs...