Marco Island Sunset

Marco Island Sunset
Sunset at Marco ....my slice of paradise

Friday, February 8, 2013

Face Value?




Just read this headline on Yahoo:

Dad Pays Kid $200 To Quit Facebook

 
Broken News Daily
 
 "14-year-old Rachel Baier of Massachusetts has found a way to make money off quitting Facebook. Rachel’s dad Paul, posted a legally binding Facebook deactivation agreement to his blog this week. In it, Rachel agrees to quit Facebook for five months in exchange for two hundred dollars. The contract also states that Rachel plans to use the money to buy "stuff". So...good deal or bad deal?"
 
Darn.  Wish I could find someone to pay ME for deactivating my Wastebook  Facebook account.  I could use the extra cash AND extra time. 
And I'd even bargain for less than $200.
 
 

The Calm You Seek

It's funny how life is.  Sometimes we are on the receiving end of assurances.  Sometimes we are the one giving those assurances. 

Being the one on the giving end, I sometimes find myself at a loss for words, the right words, wanting what I say to have substance ... not just -- words.  Fluff.  But real and lasting substance.  A message that will stick.  A message that buries itself into the soul of the listener and elevates the mind, the spirit, their very will.  Breath to a weakening flame.

Driving down the highway, thinking about what I wanted to say when I spoke to this person, I found myself repeating the words that once were shared with me.  It was a moment that seemed to stand still.  In a word?  Powerful... like being the one to discover an ancient inscription on the walls of a cave.   It was as if I were on the receiving end of those words once again, hearing them for the first time.  Like hearing MUSIC for the first time.  That big.  Like a song that's been written just for me, its lyrics playing over and over in my mind.

Overcome with the memories, the gratitude ... I felt compelled to memorialize that moment.  I had no choice.  You just don't let these moments slip you by...

The Calm You Seek



Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Happy Birthday, Bob Marley!

Bob Marley was born today, February 6, 1945.
His music has always had a way of
transporting me to that one-way-in, no-way-out Happy Zone.
Whether I had a ticket or not.
I just go.
I arrive.
It's Marley Time!
 
I can't imagine vacationing at Marco Island without Marley's music.
Thank you for your gift to us, Bob Marley.
 
Today we celebrate you.
 
 
 
  
"My music will go on forever.
Maybe it's a fool say that,  but when me know facts, me can say facts.
My music will go on forever.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 


One good thing about music,
when it hits-
you feel no pain

(My personal favorite!)
 
 
 
Don't worry about a thing
every little thing
is gonna be alright
 
Open your eyes, look within.
Are you satisfied
                        with the life you're living?”
 
Life is one big road with lots of signs.
So when you riding through the ruts,
don't complicate your mind.
Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy.
Don't bury your thoughts,
put your vision to reality .
Wake Up and Live!
 


 “Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect and I don't live to be.
But, before you start pointing fingers,
make sure your hands are clean."





Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Make Way for Novelty


 
Burnout.
We all go through it.
In all aspects of life,
all seasons,
all reasons.
Novelty insures balance,
helping to avoid
the crash-n-burn.
 
It's one of the reasons I love Fridays.
Fridays help to clear my cache.
Friday nights...
Jazz
&The Wine Valley

Friday, February 1, 2013

Laugh of the Day -- Queens Trump

My youngest son is going through a phase, a sort of finding-myself-finally phase.
And I'm lovin' it. 
It's a good phase.
His focus has improved drastically,
he's showing passion and excitement about
making good choices in life,
his grades are impeccable,
he seems more outgoing in his relationship with others,
and he laughs more.
HE LAUGHS MORE!
Hah!
Thatta boy!
Why is it that I am so addicted to joy,
to laughter and giggles,
and seeing life through the heart of a clown?
Is it because life is far too serious most of the time?
Is it that survivor instinct in me,
no-way, not-lettin'-the-crap-bring-ME-down
kind of response to life's miseries?

I guess it's who I am.
Laugh more.
One of life's greatest lessons.

And now he's starting to get it!
He was CRACKIN' ME UP last night...
I'm thinking to myself,
"Where's he come up with this stuff????"
Too funny.
Pure delight!

And so.
It being Friday,
my set-in-stone no-worries day,
I offer on my blog
my laugh of the day,
an old joke that I heard years ago,
but still makes me giggle every time.
I think it's because I envision the sheer joy of getting to be
the flight attendant.
Touche!
An airline's passenger cabin was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone into a good mood 
as he served them food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and announced to the passengers, "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, lovely people, so if you could just put up your trays that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed that a well-dressed rather exotic looking woman hadn't moved a muscle.
"Perhaps you didn't Hear me over those big brute engines. I asked you to raise your trazy-poo so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."

She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess. I take orders from no one." 

To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, 
"Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country, I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you.
Tray-up, bitch." 

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

You Can Lead a Horse to Water...

 You can lead a horse
to water, but
you cant
 make him drink.
 
Sweaty and worn out, I had just arrived home from my spinning class and was having some post workout nutrition -- dinner.   My husband tells me I look sexy when I'm sweaty, hair all mussed up, dressed in workout clothes.  Hmm.  Imagine that!  That's nice.  Irritating, is what it is. 
 
I'll finish my story.
 
So my youngest son walks by, having just showered after finishing up his own lifting session with some of friends.  This conversation ensues:
 
HUSBAND:    Have you noticed C lately? 
 
..................(to C)  Turn around, let your mom see your back.
 
(C complies sheepishly)
 
ME:     What?  His muscles?  Yes, I've BEEN noticing that for a long time.  It's very noticeable.  He's really gained a lot of muscle in his back, chest and arms.  He looks great!
 
HUSBAND:     Yes, he does.   You can really see the difference just in the last few weeks.
 
ME:     Yep.  It's that hard work and good genes.  He's blessed with being able to add muscle easily.
 
HUSBAND:      Uh-huh...
 
ME:      (in an encouraging tone, smile on my face)  Yes, just think.  Imagine how YOUR body would transform if you were to lift weights now and then... !  (smile fixed on my face, dead stare.)
 
HUSBAND:     (reciprocal dead stare; no response) 
 
 
It's very strange. He's quite the cheerleader.  Quite the advocate.  And I get compliments from him on my efforts at staying fit, working out, all.the.time.  My sons get kudos and support from staying fit, getting strong, working hard. 
 
Yet no matter how I approach this subject -- and believe me, I've tried every way known to man for years and years and years, even avoiding the subject entirely, still ... I run into a brick wall with his reciprocity. 
 
In a word?  It hurts. 
 
Isn't one of the first lessons we learned in kindergarten to "play fair" ... ?
 
quid pro quo?
Yes, there's a lot of truth to what they say.  You can set an example, you can cover it with sugar, you can throw vinegar on it, you can disguise it, hint at it, analyze it, encourage it, ignore it, give credence to it, beg for it, plead for it, flirt for it -- the list goes on and on and on...
 
But some things just never change.


Sunday, January 27, 2013

The Geek Shall Inherit the Earth

The Geek Shall Inherit the Earth
We think we raise our children in the exact same way, same rules, same standards, same beliefs, same expectations.  Yet they are all so different in how their personalities and character traits develop.

My oldest son Z has earned the reputation as the brightest, most scholarly of the three.  He could (does) qualify as the stereotypical “geek.”  I saw this trait in him even from a very young toddler, his heightened fascination with puzzles.  The more we bought him, the faster he would work them, begging for more, each more challenging than the one before.   My whiz kid.   It just comes natural.   The family teases him about it, but he would fit right in with the cast of Big Bang Theory.  He hangs out with The Brainy Bunch, a group of young people who seem to exist and function and converse on that “higher plane.”     

Of the three brothers, Z has been gifted not only with brains, but with brawn.  Tall, blonde, blue-eyes, and an easy, knockout smile that exudes charm and friendliness.  I’ve mentioned this before, but he’s constantly compared to “a blonde Matt Damon.”  I can’t tell whether he appreciates that or not, frankly.  He almost seems embarrassed about it.  Always having lacked self-confidence, he’s rather naïve about his good looks and nowhere near as outgoing and confident as his younger brother G.  I’ve often thought he could learn a thing or two from his brother.  Z’s lack of confidence has been a stumbling block for his social and dating life.  Finding women who share common interests and who he feels himself around has been a challenge for him. 

As I think about this, “Miss Right” will have to possess these qualities for Z to show serious interest.


- She will need to be a Christian.

 Z is a deeply devoted, godly young man who puts God first in everything he does.  He is kind-hearted, gentle-spirited, and has a heart the size of Texas.  I’ve never heard him say a negative or unkind word about anyone.  He never complains and insists on finding the good in everyone and in everything life throws at him.  Deeply devoted to his family, his brothers, and his church, Z possesses a spirit that puts most people to shame, young or old.  Never a day passes that he hasn’t spent time in God’s Word and looking for ways to serve Him.  Though a little on the quiet side until you get to know him, he never meets a stranger and he would go out of his way to help someone in need. 

- She should be intelligent and driven -- just goes without saying.

- She should possess a sense of humor.  

As serious as he is at times, Z is fun-loving and, like his mom, is addicted to laughter.   

- She can’t be materialistic. 

Z has always insisted on living meagerly.  He’s never shown interest in fads, fancy clothes, money or status.  He stretches his money as far as he can, gives generously to others in need, to the church, and prides himself in living a very simple lifestyle. 

Who is she?  Where is she?  What is she like?  When will they find each other?  It’s one of those ongoing, unsolved mysteries that keeps me wondering…the perfect match for my son.    

Z switched majors in his sophomore year of college from mechanical engineering to focus on foreign studies, Japanese and German specifically.  He spent a year in Japan and six months in Germany during his time in college to augment his fluency.  He graduated magna cum laude with a bachelor’s degree in Japanese and German in May of 2011.  This past December he took the Japanese fluency exam that is given in Washington, D.C. annually.  He will know the results in February.  For the past several weeks he and some other young people his age are considering returning to Japan this summer to teach English.  He would live there and teach for a couple of years before deciding what and where and when for his “next chapter.”  Having done his research and groundwork into this job opportunity, he hopes to use these earnings to pay off the remaining balance on his student loans.

 I’m not crazy about him being so far away for two full years, but I can’t be selfish about this.  I want him to be happy, to be fulfilled, to grow and mature and see the world, prompting more and more opened doors for his future.  I feel that he is still seeking direction for his purpose in life, and this could be another stepping stone for him.  I’m still trying to come to terms with this endeavor of his…it’s a bittersweet acceptance.  Happiness.  Success.  Fulfillment.  Love.  A meaningful and rewarding career.  A mother wants all of those things for her son.  My pride for him and his accomplishments, his virtues, his faith and service to God, is immeasurable.

What will this year bring?  I’m anxious to see what 2013 will reveal for him.