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Pelican at Gulf of Mexico
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As I sat at the end of the dock at the Gulf of Mexico a large brown pelican decided to sit right next to me and share the view. It was an awesome, unforgettable experience. Continue reading ‘Random Friday: Pelican Memories’
Oh-ma-lord I am so thrilled with what I found this evening/morning. See, in the middle of the night when I can’t won’t sleep I Google “sunflowers” to see what I’ll get. I saw …get this… a sunflower umbrella. That lead to many other art umbrellas. I found a Harold Feinstein Sunflower Umbrella. I can’t see me with that particular umbrella but its still pretty. Heck, there’s an entire collection of art umbrellas. I’ve never heard of such things. This stuff is awesome!!! Continue reading ‘Oh I Can’t Even Take It’
Way, way back when I worked at the local University I did so in an office with a well known professor of Women’s Studies. I was proud to work along side the doctor. It did not escape me that doing so would look great on my résumé so I was resigned to do my very best. It was an opportunity I didn’t intend to squander. With the doctor I accepted any and all invitations to lunch. We laughed and chatted, but mostly debated about why I refused to enroll at that University. I had other plans and a purpose which that school did not serve. My future was often the topic of lunch.
(This is my random Friday entry which is a bit late)
As strange as it may seem, it was hard to come up with a list of things I needed and wanted as a child without tossing in the fairy tail view of what a child wants or the Dr. Spock version of what a child needs. It was difficult to individualize wants and needs. If you asked me what “a child” wants and needs I could list 100 or more but individualizing the list is more difficult. These are in no specific order. The last list has 2 entries with an (*) in the front. They were things I wanted but didn’t get, however, they in themselves are not forms of abuse.
Things I had as a child:
I would say I don’t know what my issue is but I do. Right now all I can do is sleep. I’ve slept most of the time since therapy. I even skipped seeing my “hug therapist”. That would have done me some good but I didn’t even go. As I was all curled up under a ton of covers I thought to myself, it would be nice to fall asleep in her arms. I started snoring after that and only got up to the clock to care for those with fur or answer mother nature.
In other news, I was planning a Random Friday entry concerning Halloween and childhood antics but who knows if that longer more detailed entry will happen. I think I’ll just give a few quick lines and leave it at that. Here goes….
My family didn’t celebrate this holiday or any other ones but like most kids I really wanted that candy. During my 4th grade year I skipped school and went door to door with a good story sure to get me all the candy I could ever want. I knocked at the first door and told the lady I was unable to go out the night before because I was with my grandmother. I made a hand motion meaning it was a long story then said, “Anyway, I was wondering if you have any candy left over. Would you mind giving me a few pieces?” Door after door this story worked. They gave me all the candy they had left, after all I just implied I spent the evening with my sick grandmother instead of begging along side the other kids. I was a good and helpful, innocent and sweet little girl just trying to get a treat before going back to care for her sick grandmother. The little girl with the big brown eyes, two pony tails and a scheme bigger than herself had to go home to drop off candy then come back out. That’s how well it worked. Now doesn’t that beat dressing up like a Star Wars character only to get half a bag of treats?
Some might say I was a “special child” but I call that innovation. I think I was ahead of my time.
Austin (yawns with mouth wide, wide open. I must return to bed)
Tricks and Treats-Friday, October 31, 2008-3:35AM EST
School was out and summer was raging on which meant my sister and I had all day to ourselves with just a few simple rules. The first rule every parent sets is, “Don’t have anyone over while I’m gone.” My mother set a few others too. Don’t go outside, don’t go in the kitchen and cook (that was directed at me) and don’t watch soap operas. I believe on this day my sister and I broke every one of these rules. We went and gathered some neighborhood kids, turned on the greatest soap opera ever and sat down to watch and eat popcorn. Right in the middle of the show guess who opens the door, none other than my mother who wasn’t supposed to be home for hours. When she opened the door our friends scurried out, tossing popcorn everywhere. My sister and I sat wide eyed as she loomed in the doorway. She simply said, “I came home early to take you to the Olive Garden for lunch.” She then closed the door and went back to work. When she got home nothing at all was said. We were not punished or even scolded. To this day I remember the look of disappointment on her face and the tone in her voice that said, “I expected you to do right but you didn’t.” I’ll never forget it.
Dear Lilly from As The World Turns,
How amazing it was to watch you every summer when my mother was gone to work. I always wondered if you’d marry the stable boy Holden. Continue reading ‘Random Memory: As The World Turns’
From: Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) Vocalist Palbasha Siddique singing Praan by Garry Schyman.
I think his dance in India is my favorite followed by the dance in South Africa. I’m not sure what the heck was going on with the bunnies in Japan but the video sure made my heart smile. It’s a quite hopeful video. In light of conditions, if you can make the world dance for just a moment then you’re something special. Thanks Matt.
Austin
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