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My first blog. A day that will live in infamy. Where to start?
I suppose I should share how this all came about.
You see, about two months ago, my friend Denise ~~My friend that I affectionately call a Yankee because she lives north of the Mason Dixon, despite the fact that Minnesota makes her a Midwesterner...AND a little crazy because she knows more about how to dress for cold weather than Scarlett knew about sewin' curtains!~~sent me her blog address and an invitation to read her musings. I don't know how she figured that I could fit that in between a 3 month old, a 3 year old, and a 36 year old that all need tendin' to...and sometimes at the same time! However, she knows how much I love her and how passionate I am about readin' and writin' (not so much for the 'rithmetic!)...especially things that are written by her. She is my "Sistah from Anutha Mutha" as she puts it. My soul mate. A beautiful, talented spirit who writes with unabashed wit and satire. She makes me smile. And sometimes I need to smile. A LOT!
So, for about a month now, I have been visiting Abysmal Scribble and reading about Mama Squirrel and Mr. Scribble and my friend's forays into the courtroom as a newbie-attorney-at-law. I have smiled and she has not known. Although I must have been on her mind, because...
Yesterday, I visited and, lo and behold, the Right Hand of Justice had posted the Desiderata of Happiness, Max Ehrmann's scripting, that immediately took me back to our Dallas days...to a time in our lives that vibrantly stays in the forefront of my memory. Some of THE BEST days of my life. And I read, and I remembered. And I was inspired.
So, here I am. Tapping out thoughts for you to read. A glimpse into my life and history. Denise would tell you that I my life has been an experiment in terror. A train wreck that is so horrible you are compelled to look at it. You cannot turn away, lest you miss one minute detail. The tiny shoe that has been thrown clear of the little foot that filled it, hanging from a brilliantly blossomed bush. The droplet of dew that marks its path down an open magnolia, only to fall into an abyss of tragedy and sadness. My life. My life could keep you reading for an eternity.
For now, I will only say to my friend: "...Keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams; it is still a beautiful world." After all, you know I love you more'n my luggage.
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OMG! Just when I thought that you had fallen off the face of the planet...KAPOW, here you are! Back in the land of the livin' and writin'. I am so glad that 1. You are my silent blog stalker and 2. That I can now be yours.
Lub dub. Miss you tons! If you only knew.
lol, we enjoyed the pleasure of Alligator Park a few weeks ago. The boys loved it! Luckily we didn't hit the 90s that day and brought along our spray bottle of Florida water. To get relief you have to hold your breath for 30 minutes and go into the rat/snake building. I don't know which is more important, air conditioning or air to breathe! I took my chances on the air conditioning.
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