Laugh it UP!

Still feel like writing, but having blown up a huge inflatable trampoline and sitting here with a Johnny Depp t-shirt on, I am inclined to be a little less–serious.  So….items that make me laugh…veritably.

1)  My pug’s snore

2)  My youngest son’s laugh…gets me every stinking time.

3)  Donkey on Shrek

4)  Bow ties on anyone

5)  Cleverly worded advertising, note it is not to be misspelled or used incorrectly in terms of grammar.

6)  Little girls in tutus.

7)  little boys in suit and tie–complete with coat.

8)  Silly String

9)  Pillow Fights.

10)  Well executed practical jokes.

11)  SNL during the 80’s

12)  Most 2 1/2-3 year olds

13)  puppies

14)  Old persons pranking the young ins

15)  Pauly Shore movies—no accounting for intelligence here

16)  Uni Brows

17)  Lederhosen

18)  Slinky

19)  Sliding my feet in the mud

20)  My sons in great and silly moods.  NOTHING BETTER!

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No Day REvisited

Revisiting the RENT lyrics I spoke of a couple of weeks ago I sit in my quiet livingroom (for once) and aimlessly watch FRIENDS.  By the way, Bruce Willis is one of those men that age soooooo well.  WOW!  Richard Gere, Bruce Willis, and Johnny Depp.

ANYWAY!!! 

     “There’s only us.  There’s only this.”

This screams of community to me and in light of the social, political, and educational climate, I’d say that this is something that deserves some contemplation.  True, the lyrics are sung from one individual to another, but there is no “I” in this statement…it is not solitary…it is unified.  I think there is something to that.  I think we were made to be “in it” with one another.

It isn’t just me on this path, the decisions I make do not just affect me, there are others in the mix.  I know sometimes I forget that, I become focused on one road, one concept…one idea and neglect to realize that there are ramifications to the other people in my life.  Then again, sometimes I focus too much on what I think others would want and expect and end up not doing what I want because I am too busy trying to be everything to everybody.  That is so dang exhausting.  Now that the dust from education time is starting to settle I have a bit more time on my hands, but I have discovered I have forgotten how to do certain things…or maybe I never really learned how to do them.

I forgot to ask…for anything.  I forgot to distinguish my roles, not to wrap my identity in others, jobs, accomplishments, grades, papers, family, and others’ desires.  I forgot to breathe….I think I may have missed that from day 1.

Rather than dwell on that, I embrace some of the words I heard at a training I participated in yesterday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42E2fAWM6rA&feature=em-share_video_user

There’s only this…only here, only now, only this moment and nothing is more important…figuring out what that means may be one of the most intriguing things I encounter…not on my own. 

will contemplate later.

Shalom

cahl

A teaser

I have thought about this story for as long as I can remember.  Somehow, I knew that when the time came, there would be nothing to stop it from spilling forth. The thoughts may be similar in some ways, but the story and the journey is mine. Others may find themselves within these pages, but the experiences are completely personal and individual. Many of the stories that I will share are difficult to write and may be difficult to read, but I invite you to let them pour over you like warm honey, soothing the sore places in your soul.
I sit alone on a bed with no sound to penetrate my concentration and a fuzzy Z blanket draped over my legs, reminding me of the love of some wonderful people in my life. This blanket came to me at a particularly rough time when a good friend decided I needed the comfort of a soft blanket, organic chocolate, and Johnny Depp. My youngest son named it fuzzy Z since it looks a bit like a zebra. I have slept with this blanket every night since I received it.
I have fought for 37 years for the right and permission to say these words, now the time has come. I have talked many times about putting my thoughts to paper.  I fought it, screamed, kicked, and threw temper tantrums like a 2-year-old to avoid doing what I was called to do. Today, I threw almonds at dear friend and mentor in an effort not to follow through on a challenge. It is unavoidable that the time is now.

The title is one I have pored over for as long as I have thought of writing. I never liked the words submission or obedience. I hated being told what to do or how to do it, and I got so I was good at anticipating what others would ask of me. Obedience and submission implied that if I did not do something as someone else wanted or dictated, I suffered the wrath. I had experienced this enough in my life to know that if I played the game I would fly under the radar unscathed. My own personality soon brought me to an understanding that I do not want someone telling me what to do or how to do it. I want my own chances and I never wanted a definition or placement in a box, yet I fought like a cat in heat to find my place. I scratched and clawed my way to a place where I could do nothing but submit to something bigger than I thought I was. I came face-to-face with me.

 

The preceding is part of the intro to a book I am writing.  Let me know what you think…I would appreciate comments as I am hoping the finished product finds a publisher.  The artist in me is scared beyond belief to put any of this out there, yet the writer in me is compelled….that is all i know.

Shalom,

 

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