I’m grateful and humbled by all the warm birthday wishes I received today. Aside from deeper laugh lines, wilder gray hairs, and more time spent in sneakers than high heels, I’m thankful for the following which keeps me recharged, tuned in, and willing to praise each new day: love, knowledge, grace, forgiveness, health, energy, ambition, and laughter
The biggest things I strive for in these middle years is to keep moving, focusing, connecting, dreaming, playing, and praying. In a hurried world, it’s easy for me to neglect these birthday wishes for myself, but I thank God for another year and day to give it a go. Green light!
I hope to do my best to carefully sow and grasp the nature of the moment and fully glow and grow in it. I try to embrace challenges and stages of change in myself and others. The discarded calendar pages and infinitely made-over clock face prove change is the only permanent constant we have besides death. With each fleeting breath, my greatest wish is to transform and discover a softer wingspan one to help me and my soul glide along more presently, pleasantly, and peacefully. May each tomorrow grant a metamorphosis that floats all of us further than where we are today.
Born on date: 9/23/72 — Still having fun like a kid on the Fourth of July!
Our local Walmart is a store where customers habitually shop in their pajamas. I admit, that I have judged this as a fashion faux pas, thinking jammies (especially those with Ninja Turtles and Spongebob) don’t belong in public. After I had to parade around Walmart in a bathing suit, I would gladly trade a two-piece for PJ’s, preferably a one-piece zippered fleece number with built in feet.
God, do I ever need you! I pray that you guard my tongue, cleanse my soul, and kill my pride. I seek silence, peace, and humility at a time where I’m getting worn down by my personal devil, the one that gets so alluring and cozy that he hitches a ride and bullies me to carry him around like a brand new backpack. He’s awfully heavy because he latches on to my strengths and makes them weaker, yet I adjust the straps and make it more comfortable, so he lingers because I get better at hanging out with him.
Ladies, I have a method that eases the pain of finding a bathing suit that you won’t want to cover with a snowsuit. Snow bunnies are cute, but ‘tis the summer season, the time for extra exposure. We are all different shapes, sizes, ages, and skin tones, so finding what can highlight our favorite body parts while camouflaging the others is tricky with such small quantities of material.
On January 2, 2018, I took down my 2017 Bruce Springsteen calendar and reflected on the past year. That eve, I thumbed through the pictures of The Boss and pages of my celebrations, holidays, events, and milestones. I wish I could report that I reminisced with a cup of cheer and shouted a “New Year, New Me” proclamation, but you can scratch that from the script. Instead, I continued brooding over last year’s heartaches, the ones I’d erase if only I penciled them in. I ended up building a bridge for unscheduled griefs and leftover letdowns to crossover to and stain my new Peanuts Gang, “Happiness is…” calendar. Continue reading “Wolf Moon, Morning Boon, Grateful Dead Croon – Part I”→
There are certain food and drink combinations that have universal appeal. These pairs of flavors are my personal top-ten taste-bud tempters:
Milk and six Oreos dunked for twelve seconds (If you use skim milk, go for the Double Stuf.)
IC Light Beer (I love Pittsburgh) and Thursday night fire hall wings (garlic and butter)
Original salt-rimmed lime margaritas and hard-shell beef-stuffed tacos.
Coca Cola and meat lovers’ pizza (heavy on the sausage, bacon, ham, bacon, pepperoni, and bacon)
Thick chocolate milkshakes and cheeseburgers loaded with paradise
Swiss Miss Hot Cocoa and a dozen of Jet-Puffed Mini-Marshmallows
Chilled chardonnay and puffy pillows of seared sea scallops
A&W Root Beer and two scoops of French vanilla ice cream
Starbucks coffee and donuts so thickly glazed they hurt my teeth
BLUE RIBBON PAIRING – Cabernet Sauvignon and Extra Cheddar Flavor Blasted Goldfish Crackers
That’s right, my number one pick is this wine and food pairing. The cracker in itself is a combo of baked Pepperidge Farm goodness sprinkled with the precise amount of cheddar. Cabernet Sauvignon is a full-bodied dry red that explodes with complex quality and smoothness. There is no better half, since, in a partnership, each brings out the best in the other.
Over a decade ago, I discovered how good this was while I was packing my kids’ school lunches. That night, while enjoying a glass of red wine, I filled their Tupperware boxes with Goldfish. I was then on a heart healthy diet that encouraged a daily glass of red wine, which I was still acquiring a taste for. I munched on a few crackers while sipping cab and discovered a divine unification of tastes. I was surprised how much the cheddar in this adorable, kid-friendly snack evoked the strong tannins and oaks in my wide-mouthed glass. Conversely, the velvety red liquid melted the cracker crunch into a blend of salty and bitter-berry bliss.
It was then that I poured a fish bowl serving size of 51 crackers containing 140 calories and another glass of cab at 120 calories. I tipped my glass and feasted on cheese and crackers all mixed into one smiley snack. As I swallowed and savored, I fancied myself at a classy party and raised my pinkie. Holy mackerel! Nearly 300 calories later, I became the hooked fish.
I continued my daily dose of wine, and my purple-stained mouth came to expect a school of Goldfish to swim in it. The more I got used to the wine, the more I wanted the crackers. After eating 51 fish, how could I have room for more? Well, I’m honest, so I confess that there have been times when I gorged on 204 crackers and an entire bottle of wine! During those moments, my pinkie drooped while I sucked the cheese off my other fingers. Classy.
Drinking the crumbs from the bowl, I was drowning my diet. My flesh was too weak to give up my wine and cheddar flavor blast though, so to avoid becoming whale size, I became a runner. Every four miles run shed a glass of wine and two servings of Goldfish calories that would have stuck to my gills. Will run for wine!
I tried to justify my intoxicating gluttony with religion. What would Jesus do? He fed the masses with fish and turned water into wine. I realized I was misconstruing the Bible to work for me. Out of guilt I tried giving up the Goldfish for Lent, but when everyone would “sacrifice” by eating fish on Fridays, I was overcome with temptation.
Today, 10 years later, I continue to be tantalized, mesmerized, and hypnotized by this taste-bud dancing duet. I’m older and wiser and know if I stick with just one 6 oz glass I can avoid my crazy craving for crackers. It’s a struggle to repress my palette’s desire, but I have learned to moderate. Of course, there are times when I dive in and have a buzzing cheddar blast doing so.
Well, ladies, I survived another full moon and so did you! I barely howled this month, yet I’ve been quite growly lately. This Part-Time Sunshine blogger has been swinging through moods like Tarzan in the jungle. It’s distressing because I cannot pinpoint any true triggers. I mean life is good, so why am I such a JUDY MOODY? I’d like to attribute these irritable, sad, irrational spells on something tangible, realistic, and beyond my control. It’s not me; it’s the moon!
In remembrance, give thanks. Those are the profound words that stir my heart and soul every Memorial Day. Over the 2013 Memorial Day Weekend, my family experienced a mini-miracle. For years I hoped to recover something we lost in 2006. Here is the tale of lost crosses, faithful reunions, and thankful memories that are eternal. Continue reading “Lost and Found – Memorial Day Reunion”→