Wondering

Grab your coffee and sit awhile. I'm on my second cup and it is not bad at all. Some mornings it is like dish water and some mornings it is like thick black oil that would melt a spoon. Not sure why I am not consistent as I have been making pots of coffee for a lot of years. When I was very little, Pa used to have a big mug of coffee waiting for me when I got to the kitchen with one eye open and no desire to be up and about. He would have it fixed with milk and sugar and piping hot and one sip and the world became a better place. Over the years we have heard it is bad for us, or on the other hand good for us, guess it depends on the coffee growers and those in charge of making money. I never hear the tea growers claiming anything about their tea leaves, well, maybe if the tea leaves do not leave a good message. We used to turn our cups upside down and turn them around three times then try to read our fortune. A drop of tea in the cup meant a trip over water . . . that makes sense; a bunch huddled in a pile meant that we were going to have visitors and that didn't always set well as we would have to get off our duffs and make a pot of tea and something to go with it. I personally liked the little figures that meant love and marriage and a happy ever after future until I discovered that I didn't really know how to read tea leaves, nor did anyone else I knew. I think I have a little booklet in my bookcase that tells me about tea leaves, I'll have to scan it and see what it has to say.

Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, now that was a twosome that brought tears of laughter into our lives. I enjoyed seeing the cartoons which brought back a lot of memories. So I'll offer a prayer of thanksgiving to the two of them . . . "Thanks for the Memories" . . . can't you hear the signature song of Bob Hope? Hum the words and the tune will come. . . 'how lovely it was.'

Well the cartoonist are at it already. How they got to Lays potato chips already is beyond me. Tiger deserves to be ridiculed for being stupid. I think of his father who held such pride in this young man, and held him in such a lofty position, might wish to retract some of his self pride and take time out to teach his son a few of the basic facts of life. There is so much more to life than becoming a golf pro, or a football hero, or a baseball czar, or a politician in high office, absorbed in a life style that brings about a myriad of temptations as power and money light the way. Tiger is paying a terrible price for becoming so self absorbed that he forgot the true principals of life. The mighty have fallen and it is very, very, sad as it has an effect on all of us.

So, today check the newspapers and magazines for some cartoons and have a good laugh , or a good cry, as comedy has two faces as we do, one we show to the world and one we show only to the mirror on the wall. I hope your inside you is as happy as your outside you, if not, then today is a good day to start changing 'for the better' . . . call a friend, give out a hug or two, light up the world and smile with your heart in your eyes. I'm humming . . . "Have I told you lately that I love you . . . well 'darlin' I'm telling you now.

Say Cheese!

"It's three o' clock in the morning, let's dance the whole night through ". . . la, la, la . . . I'm awake . . . . why? Good question, I have no idea. Wide awake and wondering what I should blog about. My cartoon friend, Maxine, should be telling tales about us. Maybe I'll cuddle up in my wing back chair, turn the television on and see if there is a movie playing . . . that usually puts me to sleep. But before I go, I thought you might enjoy the picture of the penguins with the caption of having a group picture taken when a sea lion hogs the lime light by sidling in and clowns for the camera. You have to admit it has quite a smile and it certainly gets attention. I bet I have a dozen or more pictures in my picture box with group pictures and there is always one with some one making a face or clowning around. This reminds me of the day I dressed my three children up in their best finery and took them down town for a photo shoot. I wanted to have a picture of the three to send to family members and of course a big one for my wall. All went well until we got to the studio and then my daughter Eileen, who was probably all of three at the time, decided she didn't want her picture taken. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide and she put both feet down and a very sulky pout which she never changed. The photographer all but stood on his head to make her smile, but she just frowned more so he snapped the picture. I kept them, in a drawer. It took a lot of years before I captured all five of my children in a group picture, in a studio, that shows them all looking at the camera, but not all smiling,but a glimpse of one on its way. So why crossed eyes, waving hands behind peoples heads and all the foolishness that goes on when a camera is at the ready always puzzles me. Like saying 'cheese' and moving just as the photographer snaps the picture. I guess we think we are not photogenic and hide our own natural beauty under the guise of tom-foolery. Everyone I know shies away from a camera . . . 'don't take my picture' . . . and I look at them and know just how they feel, I don't like my picture either. Excuses, excuses, bad hair day, too fat, too thin, not dressed pretty enough which boils down to 'false pride'. Get over it! I have a new camera and I love taking pictures so when you see me coming . . . smile.

Each of us has a beauty all our own, it came with us when we arrived. Take out your albums and take a peek, enjoy the pictures of YOU when you developed into that wonderful special person you are. Make today special . . . just like YOU.