“I once complained I had no shoes…..until I saw someone who had no feet”
I love this for it puts things into perspective when we complain. Sometimes what we think is so important turns out to not be as important as we thought in the realm of things. I think about life often for I have fought daily to be here. And the older I get, the more I realize that few things are really important in life and we waste a lot of time on things that seem to possess us and takes part of our lives from us in little chunks without us being aware.
“Life is not measured by the breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.” There are so many free things in life…the smile of a baby, a sunrise, sunset, rainbow, the joy of someone you love when you surprise them…the beautiful moon, your children, grandchildren, and sometimes the least little thing you least expect that takes your breath away and you just sit there in awe. As I look around our little home, just having this home..this dream..takes my breath away.
“Don’t let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.”
Dreams are often never realized because we are afraid to make that first step. Fear can be immobilizing. I think I had to reach the point in life that I could say….”ok, what if I lose everything I have?” and the answer finally hit me and it was..”then I will start over..it is only things.”
I love watching the clouds and seeing the faces and the changing. They help me to realize that life changes every minute of every day. Sometimes I want to put on the brakes and say stop…slow down. I really do not like it when things are fast paced, hectic and rushed. Maybe it is my southern blood…I am easy going and laid back. And when things get too hectic and rushed, then I want to just pull off into a room where it is quiet.
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”—Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
Forgiveness…too bad adults can not be as this wee little child here…forgiving always. It is only when we get a little older we carry the grudges. This smiling face is one of the important things in life…my sweetpea. My sons are and those I love are. All other things come in second. I may not always agree…but I always love. I love this picture of sweetpea for she had just discovered she could put this canning jar ring on her arm like a bracelet and sat there putting it on and then squealing with joy and taking it off and putting it back on. Memories..something that is precious.
To my baby …..with his baby
“There are two types of people—those who come into a room and say, ‘Well, here I am!’ and those who come in and say, ‘Ah, there you are.’”—Frederick L Collins
and so I say…as I walk into this room…..
Ah, there you are..I am so glad to see you.
Today was a rough day and one of those where I had to remind myself of all the reasons I am so blessed. It has definitely been a Wonder Woman headband day. I have this wonderful red, glittery headband that I put on across my forehead when I need something that just jogs me into battle. It is like Sampson’s hair …gives me strength. And today..was Woman Woman day. My friends know me well enough to know what WW day is and one even sent me this Wonder Woman doll. She actually asked a man, who won it in one of those “grab” machines to let her have it for me.
We all have something that helps us feel more upbeat and ready to face the world…dark glasses, music playing full blast, special shoes, jeans, whatever. Mine is this red headband. In fact, I broke the original one and was devastated and that is how my dear friend ended up hunting for one to replace the broken one and sent me this one.
Today, I woke up with awful spasms in my legs, my right leg pulled up towards my stomach as the muscles screamed in agony. I heard someone crying out in agony and took me a few minutes to realize..it was me. I am blessed that my son takes care of me and helped me to get the TENS unit on and my medicine down and to try to get my legs to straighten out. I had that sucker turned up to almost fifty before I could feel the pain level start to drop some. It is a wonder my hair was not standing straight out all over my head. LOL
Finally the pain eased off and as I lay here on this bed…and finally able to think of something besides searing pain.. I said to self…”ok self…find a good thread”. Yup, I am afraid that is me folks. I am the proverbial Pollyanna. And I remembered the poem that goes something to the effect of “I thank you Lord for my eyes that see for many are blind…etc” and I thought ”I thank you Lord for these legs for even though they barely work..I can still walk with help…..and I thank you Lord for pain…for without it…how would I know what the good really is”.
I think pain has taught me such a good lesson. It has helped me to see that like that old saying…without the thunderstorm, the rainbow would not be near as pretty…so is life. If we had a life with absolutely no pain, no hurt, no sorrow…then the good things would have nothing to compare them to. We feel pain physically for it tells us when we are hurting ourselves. If we didn’t feel pain, how would we know if we burnt ourselves or cut ourselves? How would we know what was sad and what is joyful?
Is my life all I would like it to be? No, but my life is full and filled with love and joy and family and friends. I have learned that some things are just not that important…Our little house is so filled with love that it almost seems to glow. The big mansion on the hill might not be that way. We have become a world of super sized and more more and bigger and better and yet none of that can even begin to take the place of what I have found in life..in just the simple things.
There is a poem put to music that I love so much. It is what I wish for everyone that reads this page….I wish you enough….:) The world is a stage and we are all the stars until the final curtain.
video posted by IWishYouEnough
My son used to ask me why I watched the shows like the woman with the sixty pound tumor or the girl who needed a face and my reply was…it keeps me grounded and helps me realize..there is always someone worse than me. I have been following a young woman named Katie…who during delivery of her first child, something horrible went wrong and she ended up in a coma. Her wonderful husband has stood by her, and I have watched her battle progress until she has actually been able to hold her son. But the battle is far from over. If you ever feel like life is just too hard, go and read about her..for it is a story that will touch your heart and instill in you the desire to keep fighting through your journey. They have a page for her on the Caring Bridge site and it is located here: http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/katiemajeski/mystory
My jack is ever attentive when things are bad. Sometimes I think he knows when they are about to happen like he did when I had the TIA and he forced me to sit down in the chair. But I love his expressions. Here he is giving me his ”aw come on mom..just one bite” look. Jack is probably the only dog that has his own scoobie doo doll, blankie and pillowcase. And believe me he knows that they are his. LOL.
I told son I was going to order these tee shirts. I love what they say. I am sure we all have wished for a roll of duct tape at times. LOL
And since I am one that looks for beauty in the world and in people and I believe in loving “in spite of” what others do..not “because of what they do”…here is one of my favorite videos filled with beautiful pictures. And I am ready for sleep.
video done by TheSpiritualRealm
I talk about dreams and how we have to work for them and we do. I hear many people say “my dreams never come true” but they don’t do anything to help them come true. They just sit there and wait. I loved this quote…read it just now and it says it all:
“Do more than belong: participate. Do more than care: help. Do more than believe: practice. Do more than be fair: be kind. Do more than forgive: forget. Do more than dream: work.” William Arthur Ward
Dreams are like these arches below in this adobe wall. Some are big dreams and some are little dreams like the little arch…but to get to them you have to step through and step out first.
And some dreams are like this picture of the moon and seem so far away and everything seems dark around it. But being way off does not mean they can’t happen. We moved out here in 2006 for this dream we are living now…to be in a country area, living simply and owning our home. It is now 2011. There were dark times like this picture below where I didn’t think we would ever make it, but I held on. Sometimes by a thread, struggling to keep it alive. And yet, here we are…finally. So, don’t give up and say never gonna happen. Just keep working for it for as long as you are working towards a dream…it is still alive.
I have people ask me how I can stay so happy and upbeat. First answer is…I am happy for my happiness lies inside me. Even when back in the other house where I was in my room all the time on this hospital bed I was so sick, I was still happy. I had my sons, I have my friends/family, I had people who actually did things to take me places…by filming and photographing so I could share in their trips.
Second reason is I make a conscious effort to see good things. There is waaaaaaaaaaaay too much negative, hate filled, awful things going on in the world and I try to keep them out of my “inner space”. I don’t ignore and I still read and see. But I don’t let them occupy my life. If I can’t do anything about it, I don’t carry it around. Sometimes, the most we can do is..if we are faith bound….pray for these things and let the Creator, our Lord and Savior handle it.
Now for the next question I was asked. Do I ever get down, hurt, mad, cry? Of course I do. Last I checked I was human…though there are some that might disagree. LOL In all my many years of life…being older than dirt and all (what I tell my grand baby I am LOL) I have learned to look behind the behavior of others and ask..wonder what is making them act that way? Someone says something ugly to me that normally does not…I have to wonder what has upset them for them to act that way…for usually there is a reason. Which in turn helps me to wait and not react. I am also like one of those sparkle things when I get mad…I spit and sputter and then it is over. I am done and go on about my life.
Ok enough questions. Now time for one of my biggest dreams and I am the closest I have ever been. MY MOUNTAINS >>>>>>>oh yeah baby.
This is little peek of mountains I can see from top of little hill by my house.
Oh, my butterfly bush is growing. Soon it will be a big bush. I am so thrilled and blooming too. Was a wee baby but now is looking more like a bush.
And nothing better than a bacon and tomato sandwich using a tomato you grew yourself:)
And so, when you are weary and tired and the world seems ugly…don’t give up…just
TRY A LITTLE TENDERNESS
video posted by BenKarbie
Just call me Grace. Seems like the past few days have been one thing after the other. I get home from the stress test and wake up to this with both eyes:
After a few days of suffering and wondering who was bringing my food to me as I could not see their face, I began to wonder if I had been abducted by aliens. Son said I kept asking him “are you my son??” as I would grab his arm and try to peer at his face and he was wondering if I had had a stroke. Going to the ER, with the possibilities being…I was reacting to the lexiscan and nuclear meds, I had been in the sun too much, the dust storm blew crap in my eye or I was having a flare up of the sarcoidosis…I was told they did not know why but that I had bad abrasion on both corneas and that it was really painful. I said ”you think???”
And I came home with antibiotics and meds for both eyes and have worn my sunglasses in the house and finally today…I can tell we are on the road to recovery. I have not written cause I could not see and did not want to attempt for fear you would think I was speaking in tongues or something.
And now, I look like the mummy. Jack and I collided and I fell into the dresser and onto the recliner, and twisting my bad leg up horribly and stepping on poor jack in the process and now he is laying on a heating pad and giving me those “I am gonna get even” looks. Here he is…laying with the heating pad on his poor leg. He is such a ham. hahahah
And here I am, with a view of my toes trying to take the swelling down in my legs.
But we were both rewarded as my son, and I could identify him this time ..LOL..fixed us both a great breakfast. I got a treat of this and he got some hot chick soup all blended up.
I thought I would tease my son..which I am prone to do and asked him who was that person he had taking care of me cause they never talked and I didn’t recognize them and they didn’t cook as good as him. And just where had he gone?? All said with a dead serious face. Immediately son has his penlight out checking my eyes to make sure I was not having a stroke and I could not keep a straight face any longer and started giggling. He just looked at me and said ”see all this silver hair??? you did it!” I just kept rolling on the bed laughing. I told him that is why I use hair color..to hide all the ones he gave me. “giggling” Good thing we can tease as much as we do.
Now I must tell you as I have laughed til I cried over this story. Son came in with the vacuum to vacuum by my bed where I dropped a whole plastic container of saltines. He picked up the big pieces and threw them away and then he ran the vacuum to get up the nickel and dime size pieces and the crumbs. He vacuums and then turns it off and is looking real dumbfounded. I asked what’s wrong? He said “oh great, I vacuumed and the cup (bag-less vacuum) was not in and now I don’t know where those crackers went!!” and the look on his face…I just wish I had had the camera out. He looked so shocked and dumbfounded and was staring under the bed and around it. “giggling” and he never did find those crackers.
Sometimes people can do the sweetest things. First, I received in the mail a package from someone who knows my intrigue and love of clouds and this person sent me a cloud book. I love it!! Thank you Thank you
Maybe one day my pictures will be in a book.
And the next surprise, blew me away. A friend called and said to get my son and she took him on a shopping spree by phone and he came home with medicine and bags of groceries. And to top it off, in the bag was a gift certificate for $50.00. Now how nice is that. I find it amazing when people pay enough attention, like the person with the book…or like the person with the shopping spree and gift certificate…to know the likes, wants and needs of another person. What selfless things to do. Thank you from my heart.
Oh my, thought I would be up and moving before now but the trip to Colorado Springs and the stress test took its toil and ET had to just hibernate in this hospital bed in sheer exhaustion. Now, it is time to return to the land of the living.
Simple things in life? Looking around our home and realizing it is ours…not the bank’s..is one of nicest things one can have. No matter how tight the money is..just knowing that gives a peace and today was no different. I had not moved from this bed for two days and am still dragging but as I walked into the kitchen and glanced around, I realized that this small little house brings much comfort especially when I am feeling as bad as I have felt.
To look out my bedroom door from this bed and see my son sitting at the dining room table working on the puzzle spread out there brings home the real meaning of home. It is not the possessions but the soul of the house and the people in it. Our little house has taken shape and brings such joy.
Yesterday, I had a really nice gift. Friends from the other side of the mountain stopped by on their way traveling. I had not seen them in months. I was glad to get a chance for this “brother” of mine to see the house as the last time he saw it…we had no carpet and were walking on sheets on the floor and there was little furniture, the holes were still in the wall and light fixtures being torn out. He is one whose opinion I value greatly and it made me feel good to hear him saw how good the house was looking.
And I am so excited as Mama (my aunt) called to tell me she got the ticket to come visit. We have her bed all fixed in the living room. We don’t have the day bed yet for a couch, so just put a full size one there for her to have for her visit. And she will be here at a good time for it will soon be Octoberfest and LaVeta will have all sorts of celebrations going on. I so look forward to that. She is flying straight into Colorado Springs, which is a short drive for us to pick her up. I sure have missed her though we talk all the time.
Progress has been made on the storage units. We started off with two 30 by 10 foot units and then down to one. We are almost to the point we can move it all into their smaller unit, which is fifteen by ten and about fifty a month. Will be much easier on the pocket and hold his tools and the books we don’t have the shelves up for yet.
Everything we do is about self-sufficiency in these hard times in the world. Cutting out all bills, not making new ones. We don’t do things on the house unless we can afford to buy it. Yes, it means waiting on some things but seems like in this day and time…that concept has been lost.
Son was finally reinstated on his caretaker check and was shocked to learn that the Caretaker branches on the other side of the mountain in what we call rich land…touristy and ski resort…pay over three dollars an hour less for the family caretaker than this side of the mountain. Wow…how can there be such a discrepancy. Moving to this side of the mountain has been a blessing in so many ways. The people are so nice, friendly and caring and are just plain good people. Life is much simpler..the town moves much slower and getting from one side of town to the other takes less than five minutes where as on the other side it was a constant traffic jam since that town furnished all the ski resorts.
I have truly enjoyed getting to cook a little and I told someone I was going to put my grandmother’s recipe for crescent cookies on here. Right now I am laying here in the dark, tummy typing but as soon as I get up for coffee ..I will come back and add it. My Mimi told me the secret to her cookies many years ago and it always gets rave reviews when I make them. I love the old recipes and the memories they evoke. I remember going to the store with my Mimi..buying the ingredients she used. I also remember the linen store, the country club teas with the “ladies” with their “tongue sandwiches” and the little ladies in her group. Sorry, but I could not eat those tongue sandwiches. I swear they talked. I am just too sensory for these kind of things. LOL My Mimi used to sew these little hand towels and when I was unpacking I found some of them. I hope my other son still has the ones I sent for my sweetpea as part of her great great grandmother.
And now I shall snooze a little more. Jack is snoring over here beside my bed in his hut. Oh my he was such a worn out fella too on the day of the trip to Colorado Springs. He loves to go with us but that turned into a very long day. Here he is in his kennel in the van. He loves for me to open the sliding door and my door when we are waiting on son in the store. Then he can watch people as they walk by. Course, every now and then he has to scare one just for the fun of it. He puts on that sweet puppy dog look and sits there until they walk up saying “oh what a cute doggie” and then he does his lunge and barks like crazy and scares them. When they jump, I swear this dog has a smile on his face.
And of course, here is Misty Blue. Son has her a hook right outside my door where I can see her. She will just sing and sing and then stop and look in my room as if to say “are you listening?”
I had to laugh yesterday. Son was using his air nail gun and each time it would “pow” she would chirp, then he would pow again and she would chirp.
Well, better get some sleep. Today the “fallen and can’t get up” people come to bring me my button that connects me to the hospital. I hated it when I first got one a couple of years ago but it brings a sense of security now. I think when I have to do the monthly test now, instead of saying “this is just a test” when they answer, I will holler “where’s the beef???” to them and see what they do. LOL Or better yet, tell them “yes I would like to order three hamburgers, two fries and a shake”.
OK, time for recipes. Had to get up for a potty run so decided to get the old cookbook and do it now.
Mimi’s Crescent Cookies
2 cups flour
1/4 lb butter
2 cups pecans
1 tsp vanilla
4 T powdered sugar
Now, here is where the secret comes in. Those two cups of pecans…one cup is pecan meal…meaning ground up pecans. The other cup is choppped up pieces. What a difference it makes in the taste. Mimi used to buy “pecan meal” but I use a meat grinder to do mine. Mix all ingredients, make into crescent shapes and bake til light brown at about 320 degrees..about 20 min. Then roll them in powdered sugar.
And this is for my friend “buns of steel”
1 lb butter
1 1/3 cu sugar
1 cup whiskey
1 lb chopped pecans
2 qt flour (2 cup to pint)
mix and roll out and put on cookie sheet in flat sheet. Bake at 320 til browned on edge. Cool and break into pieces and then roll pieces in 1 lb powdered sugar and 1/2 box cinnamon
and an awesome pic to close today with
Feeling a bit like ET and just know that if I get up and go look into the mirror in the bathroom right now, with the lights out, I will be glowing. I had a stress test using a different drug than any previous chemical stress test and so was a little nervous as to how I would react. It was called a Lexiscan Nuclear Stress Test and seemed to take forever but considered the better chemical stress test.
By the time they had finished injecting me first with some nuclear med and then mainlining me with Lexiscan, I started to feel a little like ET. When they were done, a very exhausted and pain filled me from the whole four hour event and laying on that scan table for two different sessions, looked up at them with weak eyes and trembling hands and said ”ET go home now?”
Oh but my adventure did not end there. I was very pleased and impressed with the Tech people and the nurse in attendance with me. They were very professional and knew their business. They were very kind and tended to me with such care, even to covering me with a warmed blanket and having food for me after the test as I had not eaten since the nite before.
Memorial Hospital really impressed me after my experiences on the other side of the mountain. I was less than impressed with the doctor who was in attendance for my test as he stood talking on the phone with his back to me while the tech people and nurse administered the Lexiscan and performed the whole test.
After I was done and was walking out of the hospital and stood there in the entrance on my forearm crutches, I realized I did not have my cell phone on me and that the parking lot that I thought was a little ground level parking lot, was really a five-story parking building. I think at this point, as walking on shaking legs and in such high pain, that I could have burst into tears. I did manage to walk a little ways and look at the handicap parking on the outside and then I walked inside the first entrance across from the North side of the hospital and stood there looking a little like Lost Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz looking for Toto.
Right at the point that I was ready to sit down on the curb and cry my eyes out, a man approached me with a tag on his shirt…a very nice man who asked could he help me. And when I told him my situation, he was like “oh my” and told me that if my son came out it would be way down on the other end. Little did I know my son had been down twice looking for me as he was worried cause he tried to call me and text me with no answer.
This wonderfully caring man took me by the arm and said “come with me. we are going up the staff elevator and see if we can find your son”. And as the Lord has a way of doing, He put things in the right place at the right time. We got on the staff elevator, and when it opened on the second floor…quess who was parked right outside that elevator!! Yes indeedy…my son. I hugged that man so spontaneously and cried tears of thanks and he just beamed and was suddenly walking ten feet tall for he had rescued this damsel in distress. And ET was weeble wobbling her way to the van.
Son had a drink, food and medicine waiting for me inside that van as he checked me to make sure I was ok. He was concerned as I could barely hold the drink my hands were shaking so badly. He kept saying ”how did you find me? How did you find me?” over and over and I told him between the Lord who always seems to be there when we need Him and the manager man who helped me..here I was. Son told me that if I had come up the patient elevators, I would never have seen him.
And so, ET was soon covered with a cover and had a pillow, Jack was peeking out of his kennel, making his “what’s wrong mama” noises as son checked all my vitals, and soon son was driving us home. And as soon as ET got home…she went into the house and crawled into bed and promptly fell asleep.
What joy it gives me to be able to do some of the most simple things. Today I made my grandmother’s rice pudding again. It is so easy and so many have asked me for the recipe, so I will put it under the picture.
Mimi’s Rice Pudding
2 cups cooked rice
1/2 stick butter or margarine
1/2 cup sugar
2 cups milk
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp salt
Grease casserole dish. In a large mixing bowl, melt your margarine/butter first. Then add sugar, milk vanilla and salt. Taste to see if sweet enough for you and if not add a little more sugar. Beat the 3 eggs in another bowl and then pour into the milk mixture and mix well. Add the rice and again mix well. Pour into casserole dish and sprinkle with nutmeg on top. Bake at 350 degrees for an hour or until the knife comes out smooth and clean.
Just be ready for the house to be filled with a wonderful aroma.
I woke up this morning and Jack and I did our morning walk in the back yard checking out the veggies. Jack cracks me up. He has to smell all the flowers. This picture he is smelling the butterfly bush.
I brought in yellow squash and tomatoes. Sure am enjoying the tomato sandwiches. While I was out there, I was taking pictures of the clouds again. That has become a project of mine now and I love it and I love the excitement you all seem to show over the pictures.
Then I worked on a sister blog for this one and am going to all the dream pictures on it and nothing but dream pictures. I will still put some on here but will have the link on this page so if anyone wants to see the other pictures.
I love this one. The person looks like they are sitting on a chair or stool. This was so far away that I did not see it until I zoomed in on the pictures checking each one.
I love this quote and this block means the world to me. Sometimes we hold back on our dreams because we figure they will not happen anyway, so why bother. Sometimes, we figure they will take too long and we are not willing to put in the effort. But, I look at it this way…I might stumble and I might fall and may end up with scabs on my knees but if I have to crawl on those knees to finish my dream I will.
I do believe in heaven. I do believe that our loved ones are right there with only a small distance separating us. And I do believe that when I see these shapes in the clouds, that heaven has opened just a tiny bit so that they can see us and know we are alright.
This one above is so awesome for I see two faces but the front one is the most distinct. The black is to the back of the person’s head and the other face is down lower and to the front of the profile. It is a profile picture.
Hope you enjoyed. I get so caught up with these clouds that I could spend hours going through them.
“You never know how strong you are…
until being strong is the only choice you have”
Have been spending the past few days recuperating from my journey out to see the cabaret. I so enjoyed myself but yes I pay for it. Someone asked me “so you have to decide when you want to do something, if the pain will be worth it”. My response was yes. But, you know…every day we make choices on what we want to do and how much we are willing to invest of ourselves. Sometimes we give it all and sometimes we don’t.
I realized that when the crunch is on, my strength grows and I do what I have to do to get the job done. All this with moving, packing, coming over the mountains, living in the motel for seven seeks, in this house while repairing, etc that I ran on full steam to keep going. But there was no choice. I could not lay back and say let someone else do it. Son and I are the only ones we have out here to take care of these things.
Oh I am so excited. Son put shelves in that over the stove cabinet that is always such a waste of space. You know…the spice one where you have all this space above that nothing can go in so you just sort throw all the stuff up there and pray it does not fall out on you each time you open the cabinet.
Above on the right side shows what it looked like before the shelves and below is with both shelves done. Son did such a great job.
It is funny how simple things can bring such joy. This morning my son made something I used to make them when they were little. It is called “old men with hats on”. You take a piece of white bread, cut out the center with a biscuit cutter, butter both sides and lay in the skillet. Butter the circle you cut out on both sides and put in skilled too. Then crack an egg in each piece of bread. Cook the eggs like normal and flip over so that it cooks on both sides. Then put on plate with the circle on top of the yoke. And old man with his hat on. I often wondered if my boys remember things I did when they were little and son just showed me out of the blue that he did.
Yes yes, those are my bites out of the right one. It was good and evoked many wonderful memories. I was a single mom and enjoyed my boys so much. We were poor but there was a lot of love in our house.
This morning I thought I would try the elastic exercise bands I unpacked. You know, the kind with the handles on each end. I thought..hmmm this would be a great way to stretch my leg muscles and help these tight muscles. Well, being so stiff and stove up, I could not reach my foot. So bright me decided to crank up both ends of the hospital bed until I could reach my foot. Things were going well until I decided I needed to let the bed back down. I did capture a picture before all the fun began.
And then the fun began. Brightness here decided that two feet in there instead of one would make the exercise even better. Oh my. Suddenly I found myself feeling like I was holding a run away mule in my hands as I rolled all over the bed, looking something like a cross between the “I’ve fallen and can’t get up commercial, the “where’s the beef woman” and a granny trying to jump rope laying on her back and got hung.
And I could not let go as I was afraid the dang thing would snap back and slap me in the face and I could not get my knees to unlock. Finally, I got brave and let go of both handles at once and it flew across the room and hit the wall between me and the living room making a resounding thump. I quickly threw the rest of them after it. Son came to the door and said “you ok?” I smiled sweetly and said ”sure son. I just found the exercise straps and thought you might want them so threw them at the door for you.” He picked them up and walked out and I buried my face in my pillow and laughed.
And now, the most awesome video that shows I am not the only one that sees the faces in the sky. A friend sent me this and said she thought I would want to see it. You will have to copy it and paste into your address spot.
And now for some more pictures. Sometimes they are so far away, I see the shapes of their bodies, sometimes I see the faint images of their faces and sometimes it is clear as day like the little boy was. And sometimes, they are not there. Enjoy.
And this last one is just a beautiful pictures of the clouds as the sun is setting.
Dreams are like this. Sometimes we wait and wait for that dream to come true and then we give up. And usually right before it happens. I seem to be blessed with the pollyanna gene and always think…ok this will work out. This dream of the mountains started in 2005 and here it is 2011 and we are here and the closest we have every been to my mountains.
Last nite son and I went to our first Caberet show…another dream of mine that came true last nite. It was so much fun and we had such a good time. Impressionists or female impersonators are so cool. The music was loud and good, lots of lights, colored and strobe lights and great entertainment. They even gave us a bottle of champagne. And my favorite…son got his picture taken with Titania LaVey .
And how these performers walked on these 7 inch stiletto heels, I will never know. I would kill myself. LOL
We really enjoyed seeing their performances. Of course there was Titania LaVey, and there was Ericha De Lynn, Lady Amore and Envy Amore. Each had a different style about them.
Titania LaVey above is just a classic artist and does Mae West and other old stars. The old movie stars come to life. I loved the Mae West Impersonation especially with her huge feathered hat and boa. VERY classy dresses and accessories and performing…down to the rhinestone necklaces depicting glamour of old days.
Here is Titania LaVey strutting down the walk.
Titania as Mae West and Lady Amore..Photo by Daryl
Titania as Mae West doing her thing. photo by Daryl
Titania in a southern bell dress. photo by Daryl
Above is Ericha De Lynn, Lady Amore and Envy Amore
Ericha De Lynn is a very dramatic performer and you can feel the emotion in the performance. All of Ericha’s performances were choreographed in the greatest detail. Son loved the eye dramatization and said it reminded him of Babylon and the women on that show.
Lady Amore had such energy and was beautifully made up and costumed. I am not sure how they moved around on those high high stilletto heels but they did. Lady had that soft feminism and smilng appearance that you could not help but fall in love with Lady.
Envy Amore is a tall slender performer and if I could move dancing like Envy does, I would need traction for about a month. Envy has some great modern dance moves. Envy is the quieter of the performers but don’t judge her performance by that. Envy has all the dance moves down pat.
Impressionism or impersonation is an art form often overlooked but a wonderful and entertaining art form. I watched these performers through this show and let me tell you, it is not an easy job. They take their performing seriously and put a lot of love and effort into what they are doing. If you ever get a chance to see a show or to see these performers who come from the Pueblo/Denver areas, please do. I think you will be pleasantly surprised. Whether it is taking you back to the old grandeur of yesteryear like Titania LaVey does, or giving you a performance that seems to tell a story like Ericha De Lynn, or sharing such joy and energy and making you smile like Lady Amore, or making you wish you were as young as Envy Amore or had the dance moves….you will enjoy it all.
I may be paying for it today as the sitting threw me into severe pain and will be laying here on this bed for a few days, but it was worth the experience. It was worth all the time it takes for me to get ready, putting on all the gear I have to wear just so I can go somewhere. We may be disabled, but we find a way and Titania LaVey made sure I had a seat up close and with arms to help me.
Have you ever had one of those days that something happens that just sucks it all out of you and leaves you disillusioned and with a loss of respect? That happened to me today. I do not give respect easily. You really have to earn it with me. Same with trust and when something happens that breaks that, it is like suffering a death to me.
It was funny, I had cried last nite and today because I had that overwhelming feeling I get when someone is about to die or has just died that I know or is a loved one of someone I know. I never dreamed it could be the death of an ideal to me…the death of respect…the death of honor. And right now I am so disappointed that I feel as though someone kicked me in the gutt. People I held the highest esteem for, felt were honorable and stood up for what is right. Oh, don’t worry…I will get past it. I will never feel exactly the same again, but I will move past for that is how I am.
Honor is extremely important to me…just like honesty that I have mentioned before…and I reserve my respect for those I feel are honorable people who live by values of mutual respect, honesty…so, if I ever tell you I respect you or someone else…you better know it is the highest honor you can get with me.
R E S P E C T
yup, that is the name of the game. Sing it Aretha.
I am so excited. Tomorrow nite we are going to a Caberet performance. I can’t wait and the guys have us a special table reserved with a padded chair for me so I can enjoy and maybe stay a good while. There will be lots of people at the Rio.
I am so thrilled as Leroy found me a kitchen stool to help me when I am in the kitchen. Will take a pic tomorrow as am tired tonite. Have been working on spirit cloud pictures. On our ride home, we saw a visitor in town. We see them occasionally. No one bothers them.
And now for spirit clouds. this is the best Angel I have ever gotten.
I will put the circled version of this one…and see if you see the arms reaching out and faintly see the person. And in the top of the picture appears to be a whole group talking.
And tomorrow I will post more…for the sky was alive today with the clouds.
For now, I need sleep for things always good better in the morning.
- Comfort foods
- Dreams for the future
- Eating Out
- Etta James
- Female Impersonators
- heart center
- helping others
- Native American
- New Year's Resolution
- Protection from fraud
- Rocky Mountains
- US Military