Thank you Traci, from A Star in My Own Universe, for taking over Friday Fragments, a very happy place for us to go weekly to share bits of our lives. We also get to read about the bits of the lives of other friends. It's always a fun place to go for me, and a great exercise in mental health to express the joys I have been blessed with over the week.
We had the most exquisite rainbow this week in Chicago. My picture does not come close to the impact I felt as I embraced it. It was the biggest rainbow I had ever experienced...so big, that I couldn't capture it all in one shot. I came upon it a few minutes too late to shoot both ends of it, but the part that I was able to capture speaks for itself. I found a little chuckle in the fact that it either began, or ended behind our local bowling alley. I have a friend who has won many accolades in the sport, and I have come to respect all who participate. It's not a wussy sport...it's a skilled sport that must be practiced and performed. What I love it about bowling is the immediate gratification of accomplishment...for me that would be anything that isn't a gutter ball!
Thank you for allowing me to share this week. I look forward to reading and reconnecting with others who visit.
Thank you again Traci, and I wish you the best in this wonderful adventure!
Thanks for stopping by today!
Friday, June 26, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Everything Jenny
Jenny, our friend and partner in crime, cannot be summed up
by a mere 26 letters. However, each
week, she throws out the challenge of the Alphabet…one letter at a time…and
sits back while we scrunch our noses, scratch our heads and sometimes pen our
deepest thoughts, merely for her amusement.
That’s okay. We love Jenny to
pieces and sincerely hope that our finished products bring a smile to her
lovely face. Here are a few “E” words
that paint the picture of the Jenny that I so love!
Jenny has such an easygoing
nature about her. Every day is filled
with much to be accomplished, but she effortlessly
dances through each of them with the grace of Fred and Ginger.
There are days that can be a little edgy for Jenny, but one would never know it. She delivers her message with eloquence week after week, and emboldens the craft of writing
to the accomplished, as well as, the novice of writers.
We are empowered
by her lessons, and enchanted
by her words of support and kindness. Our
lives are enhanced by her
lovely phrases as we escape with
her to exquisite places of adventure. I would love to be part of Jenny’s entourage!
Please come out and play with this extraordinary woman who loves life ever-so-fiercely; the educator
who fills us with the encouragement
to push ourselves to our limits…and then some…until we have exhibited our little piece of
literary elegance.
Evermore,
dearest Jenny.
Please stop by Jenny’s house for a visit with her and her ensemble of “E” friends! Just click here to be entranced by her
wonderful world full of letters!
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Sunday, June 14, 2015
Air-Cooled Leisure!
My DH has been IN LOVE with Volkswagens his entire life! His first car in high school was a Bug which lasted more than 12 years...baby car seats necessitated a different sort of vehicle for our use! The West Coast is loaded with vintage Volkswagens and in the last 20 years or so, the fever has spilled over into the Midwest! Like any vehicle, if properly maintained and loved, one can hold on to the carefree days of their youth like a favorite blankie. This isn't to say that vintage is one way of holding on to the past...just that it shows respect for the old qualities and values.
We recently traveled to Effingham (yes that is the name of the city) to attend the Mid America Funfest for Air-Cooled VWs which is an annual celebration, bringing together hundreds of VW enthusiasts from around the world. The event includes a kickoff Fun Run, expert seminars, headlining entertainment, awards and much more! It is also a place where some bring their vintage VWs to show off, buy, sell or otherwise just hang out and enjoy the camaraderie of other VW lovers! Please click on Mid America Motorworks to check out more about their organization and more pictures from the Funfest!
We didn't buy, sell or even show off our little baby, as it is currently in the VW hospital recovering from surgery...maybe next year!
Thanks for stopping by today! Please visit Unknown Mami of Sundays in My City and the colorful cast of others who share their cities with us all!
I'm from Chicago, visiting Effingham, Illinois. Welcome to my City!
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Thursday, June 11, 2015
10th Grade..I Can Still Remember!
As soon as the dance date was announced, I wasted no time in asking a boy that I had a crush on, and to my amazement, he said "yes." This boy was very popular, an athlete, and drop-dead gorgeous. My jaw hit the ground when he accepted. His name was Greg. We double-dated with another couple, went to dinner at a fancy beach restaurant, and then danced the night away in my school's gym. It was a magical night for me, and one of the absolutely perfect experiences of my entire high school career!
What do you remember about Tenth Grade? Please stop by Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop to share your memories, or to just read some lovely memories of other loyal followers! Just click here to visit!
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Sunday, May 31, 2015
Bubble Run Chicago Style!
Well, this old dog has learned something new! Bubble Run is a 5k race held all over the country (and probably in other countries, as well) with incredibly happy results! It's not your typical 5k with professional looking runners decked out in expensive active wear, but more of a "Let's have a party here" event. Please click here to watch a YouTube video about the event that is for the whole family and supports charities everywhere!
The only requirements to participate are the following:
Rule 1: All levels of runners, walkers, twirlers, dancers and
strollers are welcome.
Rule 2: Wear white. That way, your appearance at the finish will be even
more pronounced.
Rule 3: Enjoy being a kid again.
At the end of each kilometer, stands a colorful foam bog (a little like the foam bog that washes cars) that showers the runners with colored foam. Hence, the requirement to wear white... Each foam bog is a difference color, and by the end of the race, voila! You are a rainbow! What if you should accidentally
“taste" the foam? It doesn't taste as great as it is fun, but not to
worry. The foam is 100% safe.
Yesterday in Joliet, Illinois, Bubble Run was experienced by old and new faces alike. A good friend of mine, along with many of her friends, kids and friends of kids, took part in this run because it was a great thing to do on a rainy, Saturday morning. United Way was the charity the Run paired up with, and the rest was pure fun and frivolity!
Please check out the Bubble Run website and see when your city will be hosting their own day of frenzy-ness and fun!
Thanks for stopping by today. Please visit Unknown Mami at Sundays in My City for fun things going on with her global following!
I'm originally from California and St. Louis, MO, but now I am from Chicago! Welcome to my city!
Monday, May 25, 2015
A Lesson from My Mother
I learned many lessons from my mom...really important stuff like rolling up dad's damp handkerchiefs and putting them in the fridge before ironing. I learned that nothing compares with the smell of sheets dried on a clothesline. When dad was out of town, I could eat anything I wanted for dinner...as long as I prepared it...Cheerios was my most favorite! I carried this tradition on with my children, except we had pancakes! I learned that good friends are just as important as family...in some cases, more important, especially if there were problems with family!
My mother's actions taught me so very much, but her words are the lessons I remember most. The following is a story I wrote about a few of my mother's words. I previously posted this story, but feel that it should be shared again.
When I was in high school, my mom
and I argued with each other…a lot! I
saw it as the Battle of Hormones….me just getting some and hers…well…just
raging! Eventually, we both settled down
and became great friends. She would
listen to me whine for hours and then give me a hug, telling me I would “figure
it out.”
I was a lifelong dieter, always
looking for that “perfect” diet that would make me thin and beautiful…and only
take 24 hours! I remember sitting across the kitchen table from mom with tears
rolling down my cheeks. I asked her “why
can’t I stop eating?” She just looked at me and began to cry. She didn’t tell me that she was bulimic. With
her silence, she saved me from that destructive disease. She did, however, hold
me and tell me I would be okay.
After the birth of my first child,
by c-section, hers was the first face I saw when I woke up. She smiled and told me “He’s perfect!” Then
she leaned in a little closer and said softly, “you can do anything!” I smiled at her and then fell back asleep.
These four words were immediately
etched upon my heart. They spoke to me
during Tommy’s all-night feedings; and when he discovered that he couldn’t walk
on water…in a Jacuzzi; or, when his bike decided to kiss the sidewalk as he
rounded the corner. I got used to less sleep.
I found the energy and stamina to hold it all together during the ER
visits. I found the words needed to comfort him. I found I could do what had to
be done, because of my mom’s words.
I heard the words again, seconds
after the thump and delayed screams of Matt, when he opened up the back of his
head on the fireplace after a very creative dismount from the ottoman. By now, I now had a reserved parking spot at
the ER. I watched in horror as they tried to subdue him so they could stitch
him up. He kicked and screamed, and
refused to stay still long enough to for them to have any success. They even
put him in a pediatric straight jacket; he got out! He finally passed out from exhaustion, which
gave the doctors time to do their thing, and me a few minutes to regroup and
focus. “I can do this” said that little
voice inside of me.
And the time that Edie wandered
off from the beach blanket because she saw better snacks somewhere else. That was the longest 15 minutes of my
life! My first words were, “God, please
help me find her!” I put my trust in God, and the hunting party of dad and her
brothers as we scoured the sea of blankets and umbrellas. A force drew me to a large family enjoying
their lunch. There she was! They had DONUTS! We didn’t have donuts! I wanted to
squeeze the life out of her and scold her for leaving but the words that came
from my lips were loving and full of joy at seeing her again. As we walked away, I thanked God, my mom and
her new adopted family.
Kara was so sensitive
that she would cry at the change of weather.
One day, out of the blue, she began to sob uncontrollably. I said to
myself, “Help me out here, Mom.” My mind flew back to my acting days when I had
to sing for a test in voice class. As I
sang “Pretty Little Horses” and gently rocked her, she calmed down…so much…that
I had to check her pulse! When she was
20 and we were 2,000 miles from home, she began sobbing yet again, desperately
trying to hold it in. She told me that
she had chest pains and her left arm hurt. Having heart disease in the family,
I wasted no time. I found the strength to get her to the nearest ER (where I
had to fight for a parking spot). It wasn’t her heart; it wasn’t gastro; it
wasn’t her lungs; it wasn’t imaginary!
She was still in pain. I thought
of Shirley MacLaine in “Terms of Endearment” when she was screaming for meds
for her daughter…MY DAUGHTER IS IN PAIN! JUST GIVE HER SOMETHING FOR HER
PAIN!!! A firm hand from above covered
my mouth and my words were kind, and to the point. I will never forget the look
of euphoria on her face when the morphine kicked in. I thanked God for taking away her pain, and
my mom for holding me together.
The words, “You Can Do Anything”
never had deeper meaning than on the day I found my mom unresponsive at home.
You see, it was only three months after she had first spoken the words to
me. My life as a mother had just
begun.
“Not now, please God, not now” I
sobbed as the tears began to flow. I felt a stirring deep inside of my soul
which took control and guided me through the next few days. My mom’s words gave
me the courage to be strong for my dad, my brothers and a very long list of
friends. Over the years, her friends
reached out to me with motherly advice (probably her doing), and her sister,
Alice, became “Grandma” to each of my four children giving them the very best
ever “Grandma” memories.
My mother’s words have helped me
achieve goals in my life that I never thought were possible. After a lifetime
of being a food addict, I discovered the way out; I found that I had a passion
for writing and I delight in how it makes me feel; I learned that I can
actually let go of “things and people” and live to tell about it; but most
importantly, I found a way to change how I see the world. Now, I laugh, I dance
and I hug total strangers! I reach out
to others and pass along these four magical words, “you CAN do anything!”
Tag…You’re It!
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