I didn’t top last year’s gifts for Mother’s Day, but it will be a nice day. I’m doing a Mother’s Day Breast Cancer walk with my sister, and then going over to her house later to hang out with my mom too. I’ll give them their gifts and get dinner. Notice I said ‘get’ and not ‘make.’
Below are the gifts I got last year for my sister-in-law, mom and sister. The two below are my niece and nephews. I wrote a poem and put it on a canvas with their pictures.
I wish all my family, friends and bloggers a wonderful Mother’s Day! Stay safe and enjoy.
Ten years from now I might not remember what I did today, so I decided to fill you in. At the present time in my life, I’m struggling with weight and it’s been discouraging. I lost two sizes and put some of it back on since the beginning of the year. It’s been a juggling act to say the least. You’d think looking at pictures where my face looks like a blowfish and my body resembles a linebacker’s would be enough to flush out the fat. So far, it hasn’t been. I’ll admit, I miss my cigarettes in my fat moments, they gave me options. Maybe in the future, I’ll be thin and healthy. *lifts coffee cup* Here’s to hoping.
Right now, I’m sitting in my living room watching the tree in my courtyard move with fury as leaves hang on for dear life. It isn’t just the weather here I’m anxious about, but the weather in Europe. The love of my life is on his way here except he’s been delayed by the volcanic ash. Yes, there was a volcanic disruption in Iceland several weeks back and continues to interfere with flights. As I look out my window excited for his arrival, he sits in Heathrow waiting for his plane’s turn in the diversion process.
Change- it’s the big word these days for me. Ever since meeting my love, I signed up for an online program to get a Certificate in Web Design, taken some teaching tests, all to add to my resume. My condo is up for sale and once my love finds a job, I plan to move where he finds work.
Along with these changes, I hope to find a home for my poetry. There are plenty of Grants and Awards for collections of unpublished poets. I’ve slowly been doing revisions on my 2008 thriller novel. My writing, as writing goes, has progressed in a positive manner. When I started writing, I was cursed with the ‘tell’ syndrome until I read examples and practiced ‘show.’ I thought I’d provide a sample of my ‘show’ to show the improvement. “Swollen flakes fell slow and aimlessly like fire ash accumulating on the ground.” and “Global strength to submit to while dark roasted eyes sear into my soul, stealing anything left of independence.”
So self, in ten years I hope to be thinner, have a different job, living with my Love, and have a collection of poetry published along with my novel. Do you think that’s asking too much? I’ll find out in ten years when I look back at this post to remind me of what was going on, what I wanted and where I wanted to end up. It all starts with invented dreams, work them into reality, and let the touch of love plant and blossom them to fulfillment.
Bea
Have you ever written a letter to yourself? Try it sometime, put it in a box and read it years from now. You can share something with us now about what’s going on with you. *smiles*
“She is the only evidence of God I have seen with the exception of the mysterious force that removes one sock from the dryer every time I do my laundry.” St. Elmo’s Fire (1985)
“There are several quintessential moments in a man's life: losing his virginity, getting married, becoming a father, and having the right girl smile at you.” St. Elmo’s Fire (1985)
“Loosen up, have some fun! Yes, sleep when you feel like it, not when you think you should. Eat food that is bad for you - at least once in a while. Have conversations with people whose clothes are not color coordinated. Make love in a hammock! Life is the ultimate experience, and you have to live it to write about it.” The Sure Thing (1985)
“Walter (Gib) Gibson: Elliot? You're gonna name the kid Elliot? No, you can't name the kid Elliot. Elliot is a fat kid with glasses who eats paste. You're not gonna name the kid Elliot. You gotta give him a real name. Give him a name. Like Nick. Alison Bradbury: Nick? Walter (Gib) Gibson: Yeah, Nick. Nick's a real name. Nick's your buddy. Nick's the kind of guy you can trust, the kind of guy you can drink a beer with, the kind of guy who doesn't mind if you puke in his car, Nick!” The Sure Thing (1985)
“Chris Knight: So, if there's anything I can do for you, or, more to the point, to you, you just let me know. Susan: Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis? Chris Knight: Not right now. Susan: A girl's gotta have her standards.” Real Genius (1985)
“Nancy: I hate my fuckin' life. Sid: This is just a rough patch. Things'll be much better when we get to America, I promise. Nancy: We're in America. We've been here a week. New York is in America, you fuck.” Sid and Nancy (1986)
“John Bender: You're right. It's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read. And John Bender: Moe-Lay really pumps my nads. Claire Standish: Moliere.” The Breakfast Club (1985)
“Sam Emerson: Look at your reflection in the mirror. You're a creature of the night Michael, just like out of a comic book! You're a vampire Michael! My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire. You wait 'till mom finds out, buddy!” The Lost Boy (1987)
“Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” The Princess Bride (1987)
“Dark Helmet: What's the matter, Colonel Sandurz? CHICKEN?” Spaceballs (1987)
“Dark Helmet: Before you die there is something you should know about us, Lone Star.
Lone Starr: What? Dark Helmet: I am your father's brother's nephew's cousin's former roommate. Lone Starr: What's that make us? Dark Helmet: Absolutely nothing! Which is what you are about to become.” Spaceballs (1987)
