big smile

You rock, Jacko.

I'm the Charlie Sheen of chocolate eating!

Delicioso!!!

Yes indeed.  This epiphany came to me while I was driving.  I can eat more chocolate than ANYONE in one sitting.  I am trying to be proud of this.It's an accomplishment, really.  I once ate an entire box of Frango Mints (a Chicago iconic treat) for breakfast.  I've eaten those giant hershey kisses in an hour...Once, hubby bought me a 5 lb. Hershey bar for Christmas.  It was gone in a few days.  Like Charlie, that's how I roll.  I love chocolate and it's very good for my mental health.  The little schoolboy cookies with the chocolate from france are great for breakfast. And I can clean the house and do EVERYTHING efficiently afterwards...

People say you should not eat chocolate.  Or eat only the bittersweet, unsweetened chocolate.  But, it's one of the pleasures of life.  And really, there are many responsibilities in life and seemingly fewer pleasures.  One should savor the sweet in life with sweet people.

People have told me I would be better if I lost weight.  Better what?  Better looking?  Because I sure would be the same inside.  An old boyfriend once told me I would be "perfect" if I lost x amount of weight.  I tried to lose it.  I was the same old me after I lost it.  And he cheated on me.  So, what the hell?  Do I listen to people who keep harping on me for their own empty agendas?  Or do I listen to my soul, my spirit, and do what the fuck I want?  I say eat the magnificent chocolate.  Eat it to the extreme.  Don't nibble it and bashfully save the remainder for later.  Eat the whole glob of it in one fell swoop.  Savor it and let the endorphins fly as the cocoa sinks in.

Could it be that some people want to sabatoge our happiness and harp on us for that very reason? 

  If being naughty is eating chocolate, then let me be the Charlie Sheen of chocolate eating.  I may live forever then. 

Closet of my dreams

Courtesy of Elle Decor, now this is a great closet!  Notice the whiteness!  The pristine, folded, sophisticated clothing!  The artfully arranged accessories!  Oh, schneikes!  This would be really nice.  I would sit in here with a chocolate martini (no, that would stain), maybe some champagne, and look at my pretty closet.  I would pass out on that chair....and gaze at my fabulous selfy ness in the mirror.  It's a nice idea. Sigh.....

Next, you will see what I've done with my own closet!!  My renovation tales know no bounds!

closet madness

This is my real closet.  Scary, isn't it?  It has always been like this.  Or, some variation of this abomination.  Notice the homemade dolls on the top shelf.  And the sheets that I roll in a ball and literally throw up there.. (usually cursing as I do this) .My wardrobe was so bohemian in my 20's.  Now.....it's just sad.  I have tons of thrift store finds in there and maxi dresses.  I also have a Great Gatsby like sequinned top.  Wore it maybe twice.  My daily attire now  consists of rolled up jeans, tee shirts, and flip flops.  In the winter, I wear my husband's big button down shirts.  What the hell happened to my funky sense of style?  I'm in the "I don't give a shit" mode anymore.  It's time I stop looking androgynous, and start looking cute again, right?  Maybe I need to start with organizing this crunky closet.

Happy 4th of July!

My boy Jack in front of a memorial for all soldiers.  He has a built in respect for soldiers.  Of course, we tried to teach him that, but he knows any soldier that has served our country deserves utmost respect.  We salute all the soldiers everywhere!!

We saw our parade,  watched fireworks in our backyard,he  had McDonald's,  played Cloning Clyde, his latest favorite game, and waited for Daddy to return from work. We then had corn on the cob, sandwiches, watermelon, and pasta salad.  Our neighbor Linda brought over a hamburger cake for the boy.  She is a sweetie.

Brought Jack to a splash park and realized he is now too old for it...?  I used to bring him there all the time, but he suddenly was the oldest one there, and I had a aha moment when I saw the little kids splashing around and he was the oldest.  Oh boy.  He was more impressed with the giant vanilla waffle cone with sprinkles.

Take time to be.

A thousand winds

A thousand winds have passed through me
each salt and misty shape
remind me of you
a beloved of times gone by
ten thousand footprints remain
until infinity washes them with the tide
and another wave engulfs me again
though I miss your life
I dream of your soul
I feel your eyes
and fingers still
in my heart
squeezing
it is all right
let the winds comfort you
and the sea take your sadness
to merge with the endless turquoise of water
and sea shells
and lovely lovely smooth rocks
it will be fine again
in a thousand winds
and we will hold hands
in the dusk
toward orange skies and sweet sweet air
in our world
in our place
where we belong.