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I’ve been awarded a lovely little award by a new blog friend, and although I’m ambivalent about awards, I don’t want to be rude and not acknowledge the giver, particularly when she has a beautiful blog that I just love to visit. So I’ll tell you a few things about myself you probably don’t know, and if you’d like, you’re welcome to grab the award for yourselves and participate.
1. I own a lot of books. And I keep buying books. And I have books that I’ve bought and haven’t yet read. And it’s been years since I’ve been waiting for the right mood to strike so I could open some of them.
2. Blueberries. I could live on them. Even when I get what feels like horrible indigestion that keeps me up at night, I keep eating them. Oh well.
3. I’m selfish. I’m constantly thinking of ways to hide that last bit of chocolate from everyone else in the house. It isn’t very nice. I know.
4. My husband is a better cook than I am. In fact, he is a better cook than 95% of people I know. Sometimes I experience a bit of envy when I see that he just throws things in a pot, without measuring, without consulting a recipe, and the end result is absolutely amazing.
5. I worry a lot. About every little thing. And some of those little things are important. But most are not.
6. Ah… Foreign films. I am addicted to them. I have so many favorites. What are yours? I like watching them in bed, propped up on pillows, with a box or two of tissues (or an old soft shirt of my husband’s) by my side.
Well, there you have it. Now go visit Snippets of Thyme. You won’t be disappointed. And if you feel like it, grab the award.
When I was young my grandmother used to say that children are our inheritance from the good Lord. As we receive them into our families, we inherit their dreams and their futures as well, neither of which we should take lightly. Now, fully an adult and a parent as well, I understand the magnitude of her words.
Responsibilities come and go, but this is one that stays with us. Years and years of preparing them for adulthood, making mistakes along the way, learning together (in my case, at least), yet knowing there’s nothing arbitrary about the values we try to instill in them. We hope to infuse their life with meaning and with joy. We try to be good examples, yet remain true to ourselves. And we get tired along the way, and wish to just give in and let things be.
There are inherent risks in all we do, in life itself. Sometimes the most we can offer is emotional safety. Because life nonchalantly goes on in it’s own way in a blatant disregard to our opinions and wishes, our duty to our children’s future is so vital and so much more rewarding than we can even anticipate.
And with this in mind, I’d like to introduce you to Cindy La Ferle. I read Cindy’s collected essay book, Writing Home, nodding my head at her words, knowing that I have lived or thought about every single issue about motherhood that she brings up. Immediately I went out and bought another copy. It is so good that I know others will greatly benefit from it. For more of Cindy’s words of wisdom, visit her at #mce_temp_url#. You may also purchase the book and receive it within a few days from #mce_temp_url#. This drawing is open to all readers until next Sunday at noon.
Love to all of you. And a beautiful week!
I picked up and read French Girls Don’t Sleep Alone, long after I was married and was no longer sleeping alone, mostly because I love all things romantic and also because I figured that as a married woman I should maintain my sexiness for my husband so that I will never have to sleep alone again. It is one of my favorite books, and what I consider required reading for girls and women, single and married, in loving themselves, pampering their bodies and minds, and growing more charming by the minute.
The lovely Jamie Cat Callan, author and French girl at heart, sent me two autographed books for two lucky readers, when I mentioned to her that I would use her beautiful book as a giveaway, in honor of the American Mother’s Day celebration. Please visit Jamie at her blog: #mce_temp_url# . Her book is also available for purchase through Amazon, and you can find that here: #mce_temp_url#.
This contest is open to my readers the world over, as long as you leave a comment on any of the posts until next Sunday at noon — my time. Make sure you tune in the following day to find out who the winners are and to participate in the giveaway for that week.
The ever lovely, super stylish and beautiful Paris residing Susu of #mce_temp_url#was kind enough to award me with this:
Please stop by and say hello after you’re all done gawking at her gorgeous clothing ensembles, storefront windows, desserts, and photos of Paris. Make sure you read her messages which are little jewels themselves.
Now, one of my newest blogging gal pals, Jeanne residing in the UK and blogging from #mce_temp_url# awarded me with this little thing:
And it makes me feel all toasty and such to know that I bring sunshine in the lives of people I didn’t give birth to. Take a moment and visit Jeanne. Her blog is absolutely lovely.
And now because this is my blog and like to make my own rules, I want to share these awards with all of you. So leave a comment, grab an award and visit my gal pals. But first read my list of things I cannot stand.
1. Women who think they fool others when they act as if their life is perfect and their hubbies would die the day after, because they cannot imagine living without them. You know who you are. You aren’t fooling anyone. Get over it. You aren’t all that.
2. Men fixing their genitals in public. This mostly has to do with years of having no choice but to see the pastor at a childhood church I attended do this every single time he stood up. Super gross! For the love of whatever it is you love, leave the boxers at home on Sundays and wear briefs.
3. Men mouth kissing in public. Yes, I know it’s a cultural thing, and again this happened untold times at my childhood church too. There was a visiting pastor once whose dentures fell out in the process and rolled right off the pulpit and onto the floor. The horror of it was audible.
4. Pat Robertson. Joel Osteen. And the vast majority of the TBN crew who exhibit the entitlement mentality status by preaching a gospel not of the Bible, but rather geared to their own private ambitions and spreading fear and hatred. As if there isn’t enough of that in the world and more is needed.
5. People who lick their fingers after they eat. Okay. I like most of these people, but cannot stand the finger licking. It is gross. And if I do not eat anything when I visit you, this is the reason why.
6. One-upmanship. I KNOW that not everything that happens to me has happened to you. Let me tell my story before you interrupt with how yours is soooo much better.
7. Interrupting. Low-class. Bad manners. Of course you have something extremely important to say, and it just so occurred to you in the middle of my story.
8. Cleaning noses in public. Never fails. I drive down the freeway and there’s always a pretty woman or good looking man in some car going at it. If you absolutely must, at least wait until it’s dark out and there are no cars around.
9. Tailgaters. I am forever tempted to slam on my brakes. Back off or you’ll pay!
That’s it. My mood today may or may not have anything to do with hormonal changes, yet it is highly attributed to my friend Corine from #mce_temp_url#whose last post inspired me to tell it like it is. At least once in a while.
I’m torn when it comes to awards. For the longest time I couldn’t figure out how to add them to my blog. When I finally got it, I realized that maybe it had been best if I hadn’t. It feels too much like a popularity contest, and in all fairness, I want everyone to be popular, because everyone is special in their own way (don’t I sound just like a grade school teacher saying that?). However, it is so very rude to receive something and not accept it.
So with that in mind, here are my most recent awards.
Thank you Deb for thinking of me. I truly feel honored that you’ve selected me as one of your recipients. Please visit with Deb at #mce_temp_url#. I love how deeply and purely Deb feels. Her words give me goosebumps and tingles, and glue themselves to my heart.
Deb (not the same one, mind you) at#mce_temp_url# wants me to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets. Her blog is filled with wonderful ideas for writers, and I learn something new every time I visit. Make sure you stop on by.
My last two awards: and
come from lovely Michelle at #mce_temp_url#. Michelle loves books! Apparently she, too, wants me to divulge my secrets. Ha! Go visit her and read her reviews.
And now, not to be a spoilsport, I will share 5 things about me.
1. I am the oldest of 5 children. That means I have grown up with a distorted view of my own authority in the family. I believe it’s within my rights to boss people around. Sadly, no one shares my feelings on this.
2. I don’t like cats because of the insides of their ears. When I was young, I got grossed out being able to see so far down in there.
3. I am vain. Yet I love chocolate. I struggle daily between my love of self and love of chocolate. Chocolate mostly wins.
4. I used to love confrontation, now I hate it.
5. When we came to the States we were brainwashed by a certain church we attended. Some really weird things happened there. There was a grown man, for instance, father of 10, who stood up in church one day and demanded that all girls over the age of 12 pin up their hair, as they were the cause of his impure thoughts. All the girls were forced to pin up their hair AND cover their heads. We had to wear long sleeves and dresses long enough to touch our ankles. The guy continued to lead the church in prayer from time to time. I was 14 when we left that church. I was publicly accused of being a temptation because someone had seen me in the park wearing shorts and riding a bicycle. Did I say, I was 14? We left the church, and the state weeks after. I could write a dozen books on the craziness that place inspired in others.
That’s it! Now everyone, grab an award! But before you leave, thank you for visiting me, and supporting me, and showing your love.
According to random.org, the winner of last week’s giveaway is Jessica of Booking It. Check her out in the Blogroll. Jessica is the type of blogger that I wish to be, but forget. And what is that, you ask? Why, she responds to every individual comment left on her posts. Well, I do have the excuse of not commenting while there’s a giveaway as that makes it all the more difficult in counting the eligible entries. Still… Also she is full of practical advice for writers which she doles out with a great sense of humor. Congratulations Jessica!
This week’s giveaway is starting right now. Any comment on any post past, present, and future, enters your name in the drawing. This week’s giveaway is a $25.00 giftcard to P.F. Changs, Red Lobster, or The Olive Garden. Good luck to you all! Now don’t forget to comment!
Because I am busy eating away at leftovers and spending time with family, I will not write about any particular subject today, but rather I will introduce you all to a post of one blogger that I admire.
Before I do that, please take a moment and revisit the post titled Violence and Shame. In the last two hours I have had an interesting comment/question. I have answered it the best I could, but would welcome all your input. Thank you!
Also, I am taking this opportunity to announce that I am having the first of my three Christmas giveaways. Any comment on any post past, present or future will be eligible to win. You have until noon Friday, December 4th to enter. The winner will be announced the following day, Saturday the 5th of December. The winner will have the opportunity to choose from a $25.00 gift card at either Target, Barnes and Nobles, or Toys R Us. Good luck to you all!
Now… Throughout my year of blogging, I have written bits and pieces about my son. Needless to say, I have fears about his growing up. The world is so cruel and he is such an idealistic boy. As parents we do the best we can to prepare our children for the future. Although, oftentimes we are at a loss what that ‘best’ is or could be. Maggie May (#mce_temp_url#) has written about this struggle she is going thorough with her 15 year-old son. Please take a moment and visit. If you are a parent, you will understand her despair, and will cry alongside.
Thank you for visiting me! Have a fabulous weekend!
Last night I came across a list of things I had written as a sweet, innocent sixteen year old to my future grown-up self. Some serve as a reminder to have fun and are painfully naive, others are a plea for future enlightenment and I am shocked at my younger self’s subconscious awareness of them. My Tanti Marie had a saying that loosely translated says, the soul always knows what it yearns for. Was she ever right!
There are about eighty points on there, and to be honest, some are just too embarrassing to share, but a handful of them wouldn’t hurt. Here it goes and I’ll start with the silly ones first.
1. Visit the North and South Poles. This was one of the silliest things on there, and I cannot imagine why I had written it other than that it was obviously summer when I wrote the list, and the A.C. must not have been working.
2. Take up painting. I tried that, and while I believed myself to be the next Picasso no else shared in that belief. Who likes to be unappreciated at one’s art? Not me.
3. Take a course in computers. Huh?? Oh, I see, it was written 21 years ago!
4. Learn about period furniture. This is an obvious one since I have loved design as long as I remember, yet sadly I still can’t tell my Louis’ apart.
5. Learn to tango. I married a dancer. Not really, but he’s forever waltzing me around the house, and it does take two to tango. Enjoying the pun a little too much. Time to move on.
6. Explore the coral reefs. Hello! I must first learn to swim!
7. Be less selfish. I am working on it every day.
8. Learn to manage my money. I have had a tendency to live large. Living within my means is a relatively new implementation in my daily life, which really focuses on what’s important ( traveling, dinners with my family, jeans, books, eclairs, cappuccinos, splurging on a few purses and shoes, throwing a dinner party once in a while), and does away with the unimportant (eating out just because I’m too lazy to cook, trendy clothes that I won’t wear more than a couple of months, a big gas guzzler to just get to work and back, Starbucks - I apologize to all who love it, but in my arrogant opinion Starbucks coffee isn’t real coffee, and unless I have a splitting headache from a lack of caffeine in my system, I will not give in to it).
9. Take an accounting course. This would have been a smart choice twenty years ago. I should have written this in big block letters and taped it to the fridge.
10. Accept the fact that I am getting older. WHAT. THE. HECK.
Dawn’s about to break, and the warmth of the bed is calling. If any of you have written reminders to your future selves I’d LOVE to hear what they were. Have a wonderful weekend!