Friday, December 25, 2009

CHRISTMAS EVE AND PEACOCK LANE

On Christmas eve I visited with my best friend, Sue, and her family at Christina's home (her daughter).
Of course, I whipped out my camera and took a few photographs!  You can see that Brogan certainly does enjoy his books...


You can see that grandma and mommy both enjoy a chance to sit and read to Brogan.
Brogan also has fun playing a game with grandma.  Grandma Sue hides a little ball underneath one of the half-ball shapes, then moves them around and Brogan picks the one with the ball underneath it. He is right every time!  If you notice, each half has a hole in it and Brogan cheats by peaking into them before he picks the one hiding the ball.



Brogan showed me that he definitely knows where his ears are located!
After dinner we all bundled up, hopped into my van, and headed out to see the lights of Peacock Lane in Portland.  I had not been there in years, and Christina informed me that she has been living in the Portland area since 1997 and had never gone!  It was smaller than I rmember, but still enjoyable. 
And, of course, I took pictures....and here they are, for your enjoyment!


We saw candy canes, angels, trees, messages, snowmen, penguins, the Peanuts cast, the Grinch and his puppy, Hawaiian themed decorations, bows, lollipops, packages, deer, and lots of colored lights!
One house even had the infamous leg lamp from the movie A Christmas Story sitting in the window!
In the photo of the house adorned by a bow mad of lights, I managed to get the moon in the sky above it! We had a lovely walk.  After that we decided to drive over to see the Queen Anne Victorian mansion decorated with over 1 million lights, but as we pulled up to it, the light turned off! Maybe another night!






I hope you all have a joyous celebration and enjoy the special moments with loved one, for you never know what the new year holds. Gather those memories while you can and save them to cherish for the future!  Merry Christmas to you all!!

WHAT A LOVELY FAMILY!

My niece sent me a few more photographs of the family.  I am always happy to get photographs!
Here you see little Viviana holding her baby brother, Logan, with dad (Luis) making sure no one is dropped.
Now, for some reason, in this next photograph Viviana reminds me of Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz...maybe it is the ruby red slippers! 
And it looks like she is enjoying Rollo's...Mmmmm! Yummy!
Here is my sister-in-law, Cindy, holding her first grandson, Logan.


Here we see Vanessa holding baby Logan right after he was born (Oct 30th).  I saw this and it brought to mind the childrens book I used to read to my son entitled Are You My Mother?  He does look as if wondering who she is!

Logan is definitely a redhead.


Here is the whole family:  Vanessa, baby Logan, Viviana and Luis.
Both children are redheads.  Aren't they adorable!


Shhh! Grandma Cindy is sleeping with little curly top Viviana.  Ahhhh!




Little Logan is most definitely a redhead, no doubt about it!
He seems so alert for a child a little less than 2 months old!
What a cutie!!




And we cannot forget the photograph showing that they are all Raiders fans!
Notice the clothing! Whenever the Raiders play, they drag out all of their Raider items; chairs, blankets, doll, clothing, hats, etc.  They are very into their team!  Despite that, we still love 'em all!!


Thursday, December 24, 2009

SUNSET SILHOUETTE

The other day as I was leaving work, I was blessed and awestruck by a beauteous sight of trees silhouetted against such a gloriously colored sky!  So I want to share these photographs with you all.



Each day is filled with beauty...just open your eyes!

CHATTING, DINING, AND CAROLING--OH MY!

I had been missing the days of my youth when Mr. Simpson organized and led practices for the neighborhood children to go out Christmas caroling each year. I always loved singing (even if I do not have the best voice), and loved the smiles on people’s faces and in their eyes when we would carol for them.
Today the women of Chrysalis Writers of CCC gathered together for a Christmas potluck celebration, filled with laughter and chatting.


We all enjoyed delicious food.
Each attendee brought a dish,
and we had plenty of desserts!
I brought tuna salad sandwiches.
Susan was kind to open her home
to us all. 





There are always several groups
chatting away, and a variety of
subjects discussed.  You could
wander around the room and
eavesdrop until you find a subject
you want to join in on!


Lisa organized a time to sing carols. I loved it, and I know she definitely did.
We had musical accompaniment to enhance our voices, thanks to Jenny on violin and Linda on an out-of-tune piano.


Even I had a chance to play a rhythm instrument!
Lisa seemed very happy!

The first song was a funny one and had everyone laughing. I am told that Mariah supplied the song.
It was quite comical!

We all sang some old favorites with such angelic (???!!!) voices. 


Jenny also showed us her latest musical instrument (now I forget what she called it!) and it was so lovely to listen to!!  By next year she will be a pro at it!  It was so much fun to get to sing and harken to my youth.
Lisa and I talked about organizing some of us to do some caroling next year!  That would be fun!
Susan and Jenny's cat found a warm spot beneath a lamp and I could not resist snapping this shot!  He was soon moved as the lamp is an antique and there was worry he would knock it off.  But this shot is great!  I so enjoyed the celebration with all of my dear friends of Chrysalis Women Writers of CCC.     We have such a wonderful group of talented, loving, kind, and caring women. And everyone is very supportive!
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL, AND MAY THE COMING YEAR BE FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT JOY, GOOD HEALTH AND PUBLICATIONS!!!!

SUE IS HERE!

The evening of December 21 as soon as I got off work I headed over to Christina's home because my best friend, Sue, is here.  I always look forward to spending time with her. 
Of course, that also means a chance to visit and play with Brogan as well!


Brogan loves his Grandma
Sue!  See how he gives her a BIG hug.
Sue is very loveable.
As always, Maddie the dog was the first to greet me. She seems to enjoy my visits as she will get lots of petting and hugging.
Nana Rose is a soft touch.



Brogan had fun reading a book to his grandma.  He can make it sound very interesting.  As you can see,he has intense concentration on what he is doing.



Brogan certainly had fun playing, laughing and being silly. 
He has such an adorable smile.
After playtime and dinnertime, it was then bathtime for Brogan.
He loves taking a bath and, so far, he still fits in the kitchen sink, so
that makes things easy on mom.
Where's the bubbles?
Where are my toys?


Here they are!  Come here fishy.  You need a bath, too.
Hey, what are you doing?
Nana Rose is taking my picture again!


Maybe if I give her the look she will stop!

After the bath, it was time for Brogan to wind down and head off to bed.  I am sure there will be more photos to come!  After all,
Christmas is almost here!!  And Sue is here!!!!!!!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

WONDERFUL ROMANCE NOVEL ON-LINE

I just finished reading a novel called the Mudlark by Delle Jacobs, and I recommend it to everyone. I read it in 5 hours! I must warn you all it is a romance but not one of those overtly loaded-with-sex kind. It is very tasteful but still steamy!!
http://dellejacobs.blogspot.com/2009/11/mudlark-chapter-1_09.html

Friday, December 18, 2009

UP TO THE CHALLENGE

I was challenged by the Writers Club Prez and VP to write a 2000 word mystery short story.  They said they wanted it by January 8th, the first club meeting of the Winter term.  So I pondered, jotted a few ideas, and pondered some more.  Then I turned to watch my cat, Kala, playing with a pull tab from a milk gallon and an idea came to me and I flew with it. Now I ended up with 2010 words (perfect for the new year!) and it was nto easy.  I had to flesh it out to add 200 words!!
Here it is, for those interested in reading it.

THE MYSTERIOUS CASE OF THE VANISHED TOOTHBRUSH

It is never easy living with four roommates in a house with five bedrooms and four bathrooms. It was great that no one had to share a room, and the two males, Brett and Peter, shared a bathroom. Kala, Laura, and Jenny were happy to each have their own bathrooms and not have to clean up after the males. They can be such slobs! Each person was responsible for cleaning up their own bathrooms, room and any messes made by their pets.
There is the occasional problem of someone eating someone else’s snacks (each person had their own shelf for snacks), and it was usually the guys who would make that mistake so often that the girls got a labeler and began labeling their items so there would be no question as to who owned what.
Sometimes the chores that were divvied up each week would not always get done. There were always the usual excuses—I forgot, I got so busy, was it my week to do that? And again, the guys were the usual offenders.
All in all though, things were pretty good and there had been no significant difficulties in the household. The girls felt safer having two men in the house, and the guys loved having female roommates who had female friends visiting. Mutual satisfaction.
Kala knew there would be an occasional minor problem, but she never expected this. This was completely out of the realm of believability!
Someone was stealing her toothbrush! It happened the first time two days ago.
She had just finished eating her breakfast of mixed fruit and had headed to her bathroom to brush her teeth prior to dressing. When she reached for her toothbrush, which usually stood erect in the holder like a castle guard, it was not there. Hmmm…maybe I forgot to put it away? Kala glanced all around the counter, looked into the drawers, and even checked on the floor, shuddering at the thought that it may have fallen there. She did keep the room quite clean, but still…
She even peered into the cat litter box tucked away on one side of the toilet, out of sight. She was very thankful it was not there. But where was it?
No brilliant neon pink toothbrush could be found anywhere.
Maybe someone is playing a trick on me.
Kala strode stiffly back into the kitchen where her roommates were chatting, laughing, and eating their breakfast.
“Okay, which one of you miscreants pilfered my toothbrush?” she questioned, waving a finger at them.
They all turned to face her, blank stares across their faces.
“What are you talking about? Why would anyone do that?” asked Peter.
“Well, I thought one of you might think it was a funny joke. ‘Ha! Ha! Hide Kala’s toothbrush’,” she responded, loudly emphasizing the fake laughter.
They all snickered at her and each denied knowing anything about it.
“You probably just misplaced it,” Peter responded, dipping his spoon into his cereal for another bite. They all looked so innocent.
Kala fumed as she marched back to her room.
“Good thing I always keep a couple extra’s on hand,” she muttered as she ripped open the package to extract a new toothbrush, this one vivid neon yellow.
Once finished brushing her teeth, she began to lay out her wardrobe for the day. Kisses, her calico kitty, emerged from her little Kitty Kubby, stretched, and hopped up onto Kala’s blouse, which was spread upon the bed. She mewed softly and blinked her eyes as if asking where are you going?
“No Kisses! Get off. I have to wear that and I do not want it covered in cat hair.”
Kala placed Kisses onto the quilt draped across the foot of her bed. As Kala dressed, Kisses watched with interest, purring continually. When Kala moved to the bathroom, Kisses followed and sat on the counter to watch Kala apply her makeup. Kisses was enrapt with the activity and would utter an occasional meow comment, articulating her approval.
“Good bye, little sweetie. Mommy has to go to school and then to work,” Kala said, softly kissing Kisses on top of her furry little head. Kisses closed her eyes, still purring, and looked as if she were grinning broadly like the Cheshire cat. Kala checked herself in her cheval mirror to be sure nothing was out of place, before bounding down the hallway and out the door.
That night after her dinner of a baked chicken breast with rice, as Kala readied for bed, she discovered that her neon yellow toothbrush was gone! “This is not funny!” As if emphasizing this statement, she slapped her hand on the countertop.
Kala stormed briskly into the living room where her roommates were all sprawled across the floor and couch, eating popcorn, sipping sodas, and watching Monk on the big screen TV.
“Okay, give it back right now!” she demanded, hands on her hips to emphasize her demand. All activity and laughter ceased, and they all stared at her.
“Give what back?” asked Laura, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth.
“My toothbrush! Enough is enough! This is not funny!”
“I ain’t seen it. Any of you seen it?” Brett asked turning to Laura, Peter and Jenny. Everyone piped up, “Not me.”
Kala huffed loudly and stormed down the hallway. Before she returned to her room, she quietly snuck into each bathroom to see if her toothbrush was hidden there. No luck.
Back in her own bathroom, she opened up the packet containing the new neon lime green toothbrush. “I cannot believe this childishness. I hope this is the end of it, but I am going to lock my door tonight to ensure it!” Kala stated to herself, and began brushing with angry vigor. Kisses emerged from her Kitty Kubby and perched on the edge of the counter, quietly observing Kala. She meowed loudly, as if wanting to tell Kala something.
“Come on Kisses, bed time.” Kala cradled the pulsating cat in her arms as she securely locked her bedroom door. She gently placed Kisses upon the foot of the bed. After she had filled the kitty water bowl with fresh water and poured a few delectable kibbles into the food bowl, Kala slipped under the warm comfort of the treasured quilt. She gradually drifted off to sleep listening to the soothing purrs of her furry companion and enjoying the paw massage on her belly. That night Kala dreamed that she was merrily playing hide-and-seek with six brilliantly colored ten foot tall toothbrushes. She thought she saw one behind a tree, then behind a telephone pole, and even twirling on a carousel. Their alien-like tittering taunted her. She would come close to finding one and then-whoosh- it would disappear.
The next morning Kala rose to get ready for her morning class, feeling weary and fatigued. She gently eased her feet into her house slippers, which looked like little furry kitties. Still drowsy, she padded off to the kitchen, stretching and yawning as she slowly maneuvered down the hallway. She was carefully cutting up a banana into her bowl full of strawberry yogurt when she suddenly remembered—my toothbrush!
She hustled back to her room and rushed into the bathroom. No neon green toothbrush!
“I don’t believe this!” she screamed, fists clenched at her sides. She hollered as she stomped back down the hallway to the kitchen, banging her fists against her hips. “Whoever took my toothbrush had better put it back where it belongs before I return to my room! Enough is enough!”
She sat at the tiny kitchen table and ate her strawberry yogurt/banana blend, feeling certain that her toothbrush would be in its proper spot when she returned to the bathroom. As her roommates filed in and out of the kitchen, they each gave her a strange glance and muttered morning greetings, seeming eager to escape.
They had all left the house when she assuredly strolled back to her room and into the bathroom. She felt so sure that her toothbrush would be standing there, waiting for her. No toothbrush.
Kala angrily pulled out the last toothbrush from her drawer, this one a dazzling neon purple, and loudly slammed the drawer closed, causing Kisses to loudly meow a protest. “Can you believe this, Kisses. One of those jerks thinks this is all fun and games. Maybe they’re all in on it? Well, I am going to find out!”
Kala briskly brushed her teeth, and then, grinned broadly, pondering her brilliant plan. She slid the toothbrush into its proper place and gave it a loving pat.
Digging in her dresser drawer, she pulled out her video camera.
“Now I will catch the culprit!” she announced with a big smile on her face. There would be no way to deny it once the thief is caught on film. “Big brother, or in this case, big sister will be watching!”
Kala was almost giddy with excitement at the idea of catching her tormentor.
She hid the video camera among some knickknacks huddled on a small table across the room next to her dresser. In this spot she would plug the camera into an outlet, turn it on, aim it perfectly, and film anyone entering her bathroom.
The camera was capable of filming for several hours, and she would be home in five. She would then have her evidence in hand and expose the bandit!
All day she eagerly anticipated what she would learn, and would smile at the thought of finally catching the fiend who had been torturing her. She could hardly wait, and the day seemed to drag on. She even found herself watching the clock, something she had never done. Her eagerness made her feel giddy and she would occasionally giggle, drawing bewildered looks her way. Even her professor gave her an odd glance and gently shook his head.
When she arrived home, she hastened straight to her bathroom and saw that the neon purple toothbrush was, as expected, missing from its perch. Kala giggled.
She hurried to the camera and plucked it from its hiding place. “Now I’ve got you!” she sniggered gleefully.
As she plugged the camera into her TV and set it to play, Kala focused her eyes on the screen in eager anticipation, Kisses seated next to her, rubbing eagerly against her arm for attention. The first few minutes of the film revealed nothing, and then she saw Kisses enter the bathroom. Using the litter box- what a good kitty.
After about three more minutes, she watched Kisses emerge from the bathroom. Then she noticed that Kisses had something in her mouth, something purple. Kala moved in closer to the screen, hardly believing what she was witnessing. Kisses was carrying the toothbrush! Kala watched, amazed, as she viewed Kisses carefully dragging the toothbrush into her Kitty Kubby and climbing in after it.
“I don’t believe it!”
Kala dropped onto her knees, crawled over to the Kitty Kubby, and peered into Kisses private retreat. There they were, all of her toothbrushes! She rocked back on her butt and began laughing loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her roommate, Jenny, peeked in, drawn by Kala’s amusement.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, eager to share in the hilarity.
Kala could only laugh and point to the television screen, and then at Kisses, who sat poised on the bed as if unaware of what was happening.
That night after preparing a feast for her friends, Kala meekly apologized to all of her roommates for her accusations, and then played the film for them, which left them all rolling on the floor in uninhibited laughter. Kisses sat serenely observing the room full of hysterical humans. Then she yawned, stretched, and padded off to play with her toothbrushes.
After that, Kala kept her new neon baby blue toothbrush tucked safely in a drawer, and Kisses was allowed to keep all the ones she had pilfered. After all, Kala would not be using them!

2010 words!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

THIS IS HOW WRITERS REJOICE

Sunday, Dec. 13th, the Writers club got together for a "Christmas potluck, game playing, reading and lots of chatting" party.   There was about 18 people there and it was very cozy since the home had a small livingroom (fine for a family of 4, not 18!). We had lots of good food, and, as you can see, most of the males jumped right in!  It was like a pride of lions headed to devour the kill!
Everyone enjoyed the bountiful feast.





YUMMY!!

FOOD!!!!!!!





We even fed some poor skinny waif clad in a knit cap and mismatched clothing (not really-that is Kenton, the future theoretical particle physicist, soon off to OSU).

We listened to clever re-writings of old Christmas favorites...

and laughed quite a bit!
Kenton was awarded a book of mugshots to remember us all as he heads off to more scholarly pursuits.
We enjoyed an unusual card game, which I believe was called Apples to Apples. It was fun and caused some boisterious debates and much hearty laughter.Hmmm...Jessica looks rather like Stan Laurel!
It's that funny? Someone seems to be having fun!!


Which one should we use???
No, not that card, that card!!
We discovered that Professor Kenton (aka Spock) is afraid of children.
But he soon came to realize that they do not have cooties and can be quite cuddly.

We enjoyed frivolity, witnessed Jack fall asleep standing up (or is he imitating a china man?), and saw Devon show us how to pose for a magazine cover while wearing a bikini (he did not have the bikini handy).

Athena demonstrated how to style hair, and Kyleen unveiled her new look, which I think is very attractive on her.  Even I enjoyed the evening with fellow club members and my "adopted" children.


Monday, December 14, 2009

IS THAT DASHER??????????

I had quite the weekend. I spent the greater part of it with little Brogan on a sleepover! His parents were going out of town overnight and I, Nana Rose, was chosen (Grandma Sue was busy) to watch over him. I think his parents were a little worried as he had not taken much of a nap and seemed to be a bit moody. But when they said good bye and walked out the door, he cried maybe a total of ten seconds. We set in to playing with a toy right away, and when mommy snuck back in twice for something she'd forgotten, she witnessed his quick recovery.
Brogan showed me how to make a beaded necklace and wear it with style....
he read a book to me using very odd sounds...
built a tall tower (with a little help from Nana Rose)...
and ate his dinner showing me he had an almost endless appetite...
still managing to maintain his cuteness!!!
Brogan can find his head and his mouth...
and show me how TALL he is!!!
As you can see, Brogan also proved that you can fit a square peg in a round hole, or in this case, a star peg into a circle! FORCE IT!!!!
When Brogan was tucked into bed, I discovered I had a bed mate. As you can see, Maddie decided to keep me safe and warm. She is also part bed hog as she kept pushing me over further and further until my tush was hanging off the edge. Maddie needs plenty of leg room!
During the night when I got up to drain my radiator (a saying I acquired from my father!) I had almost forgotten where I was and was startled by THE HEAD. I almost drained it right there in the bed!!!
When I came back into the room, all I could think was,
"Is that Dasher??"
Christina and Weston returned to their bouncing boy Brogan just as he was dozing off in his high chair after finishing his lunch, and while I was washing dishes. Of course, Maddie's loud welcoming barks woke Brogan and he was then a bundle of energy! When I left about 1 1/2 hours later he was still awake!
From here I headed out to a party!
That is in the next blog post!!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

PLAYFUL PUSSY

Last night I started playing with my cat, Patches. I had 3 cat toys and began teasing her by waving one over her head.
Then I gave it a toss and she jumped to the challenge!
After catching one, she eyed another I tossed.
One of her favorites are the pull tabs off of milk gallons! Free toys! I can hear her: "I'm watching you so don't make any sudden moves or you're done for!"
"I told ya not to move! Now you'll pay! Take that! Chomp!"
"And what are you doing over there? Thought you'd sneak away, didn't ya."
"Got ya! Take that!! I am your master!"
"HEY! Tryin' to sneak away! I see ya!" POUNCE!
"Tricky little thing." Chomp! Chomp!
"Oh boy!! Here comes that little kitty pretender!
I saw how to do this on TV when my daddy watched football! Gotcha!!"
Cats are so entertaining!

Friday, December 4, 2009

LITTLE PLEASURES

Last night I was at Clackamas Community College to attend the student ONE-ACT PLAYS AND STAND-UP COMEDY showcase. I like to attend many of these events, most being free and fun! The students must pass this to pass the class. Judging is done by applause, and I do know that if they make it to the showcase they get a passing grade.

As I was headed in, I glanced up into the sky to see this lovely sight. I grabbed my camera, set it on the night setting, and took a few photos.

I wanted to preserve this vista. Then I went inside to enjoy the show, my heart feeling light. The show was so great and funny. One student, Lynn Lennon, was so very funny. She could definitely do stand-up!!
The one-act shows were very unique and fun. The students must write their own and then perform them. I laughed so much! It felt good.
When I emerged from the show


I was greeted by the moon peeking through a shroud of clouds. It was
an eerie sight.
Eerie and beautifully picturesque.
Little moments like these touch
my heart, move my soul and enhance
my appreciation for our world.


Thursday, December 3, 2009

SIGHTS AND SITES

My friend, Roxie, is in sunny Hawaii, enjoying her vacation. On her blog (Sanna's Bag in list on right) she posted photographs of what she has seen so far, and all since Weds. It is a riot, as she posted a photograph she slyly snapped of some lady on the beach wearing very little, though I think she should have worn more, MUCH more!

It made me laugh, and then I ran across this photograph, which made me laugh more, and I thought, "I would definitely prefer to see THIS view on the beach rather than the one on her blog!"


It is always good to laugh at something each day!!

I hope Roxie has many laughs and lots of relaxation on her vacation!

Monday, November 30, 2009

MY FAMILY - part five


The photograph on the left is my cousin, Lyle, and his wife, Carol. They have been married forever. My first date (the disaster in a previous post) was with Carol's brother. As you can see from the photograph of the Thanksgiving table at my parents home (more than one table) they had a houseful...I think 17 people total. I sure miss those gatherings!
I keep trying to get them all to move to Oregon and start a family commune with me!!!!

MY FAMILY--part four

This is my brother, Jim, and his wife, Cindy. You have seen their daughter, Vanessa, earlier. Viviana and Logan are their grand kids. It appears that Heather, their other daughter, avoided the cameras altogether on Thanksgiving day!! Jim & Cindy have been through a lot of health problems the past 3 years, and they are a testimony to stamina. Cindy is the funniest person and used to joke that Roseanne (of the old TV show) stole her idea for the show from her!! I sure wish they lived here in Oregon so we could spend time laughing together again.

MY FAMILY--part three


This is my sister, Treasa. She is younger than me but has always been more mature than me. The photo to the right shows Treasa with her husband, Bill, and their son, Nicholas and his wife, Aimee. We tease Bill a lot by asking him where his portrait is (you know, that book/movie THE PORTRAIT OF DORIAN GRAY) because he never seems to age.
I see Aimee holding her hand on her tummy, and my first thought is "I wonder if she is pregnant!" Treasa & Bill travel around in their motorhome, and have been doing that about 3 years now.

MY FAMILY-part two


The photo above is my baby brother, Rex. The photo next to that shows him with his wife, Kellie, and daughters, Olivia & Kassidy.

I was so surprised to see how much Olivia has grown!! She has shot up in height!! I think she is taller than her mother. She is so lovely and going to be making her dad worry about all the guys!!


MY FAMILY--part one


Today I received photographs of my family in S. California. Here is little Viviana Franco. She is my brothers first grandchild! And below is Viviana's baby brother, Logan James! He was born Oct. 30th. Notice they are both redheads. On the far right is the whole family: mom-Vanessa, dad-Luis, Viviana & Logan! What a cute family! Being the youngest, my mom says they are the center of attention.


Here is my mother with little Logan! I think she enjoys being a great-grandmother.

And this is my father holding little Logan James,
who dad wants to call "LJ." These photographs were taken on Thanksgiving day. I sure wish I could have been there!





Tuesday, November 24, 2009

NOT JUST ONE DAY A YEAR....

We should remember to be thankful each day of our lives. Usually the small gifts in our world--a butterfly flitting by, the harmony of a dozen finches in the trees, the whisper of the wind to the trees, the delicate lacework of the bare branches against the sky--these things touch my life each day.
Sometimes it may be challenging to find something to give thanks for, especially when our lives are filled with uncertainty, loss, sadness, difficulty and fear. I know I have faced those days and know that in these times, I am not alone.
Just today I had an emotional beginning to my day that left me feeling despondent and tearful. I went to work feeling that turmoil inside. About a half hour after arriving, I had to deliver paperwork to the business office. As I was returning to my building, I glanced up and was fortunate to behold a massive arc of a rainbow. But this rainbow was uncommon. It was mostly a silvery glow, with tinges of pink. There was no rain, only sunshine!
I was stirred by this miraculous vista, and almost felt as if God was urging me to SMILE. Unfortunately I did not have my camera with me today to capture this amazing scene and share it. As I entered the building, a smile across my face, I spied a young girl who has become a friend (and reminds me of me at her age). I told her she must come see, and took her outside to share this remarkable vision. She was also in awe and we smiled and hugged. It felt delightful! I am not sure if any of you witnessed this poignant sight, but hope a few did. I will share a photograph that I took over the weekend, and I hope you enjoy the scene as much as I did!
God bless you all, and may little moments delight and stir your soul.
Happy Thanksgiving and happy days to you all!
I share my "thankful" poem below.


SO THANKFUL

Thank you, Lord, for the gifts you’ve given to us all,
from the smallest grain of sand to majestic mountains tall.
We do not always thank you as often as we should,
for providing a world of substance, both beautiful and good.

Aromatic flowers that tremble in the breeze,
oxygen and oasis bestowed by lofty trees;
Soft green grass tickling tiny toes,
the delicate aroma of a graceful rose.

Cool gentle rain on a warm summer day,
the brilliant azure color of a spirited blue jay;
Ivory clouds drifting by, soft and billowy,
creating shapes within them for everyone to see.

The radiance of the stars flickering in the night,
soft illumination of the moons tranquil light.
The crickets chirrup drifting through the night air,
echoes of croaking frogs in the distance off somewhere.

The sound of autumn leaves crunching ‘neath our feet,
a shy little lamb responding to its mama’s bleat;
The mystery of the fog softening the day,
mirthful laughter of children frolicking at play.

Colorful hues of the rainbow in the endless sky,
the vision of the eagle soaring gracefully on high.
Crimson and golden colors of the autumn’s crispy leaves,
like a striking costume that brightens up the trees.

The pink glow of a baby’s cheek sleeping peacefully,
a toddler’s laughter as she bounces on her daddy’s knee.
The caressing embrace of the gentle wind upon your cheek,
trickling water gurgling down a lazy creek.

Shimmering reflections of the sky on a placid lake,
the splendor of a dawn as the world begins to wake.
This is but a paltry list of what I am thankful for,
for every day my ‘thank you’ count grows more and more.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

I love autumn. The world around me is draped in such brilliant color that it fills me with inspiration to capture its beauty with my camera. I seek texture, contrast, color and shape. Even the dying plant life provides beauty with its stark contrast. The shock of the luminous gold or vibrant orange amazes me and fills me with awe. I want to shout, "Isn't it remarkable!"
Open your eyes and witness it!


The dazzling multi-hued scenery convinces me that God is an artist! Who else but a gifted artist would create such magnificence!
And I am so very thankful that he shares his astounding gift of creation us all. So, when you are battling traffic and feeling frustrated, glance out your window, notice the vibrant beauty splashed along the way, smile, and say thank you!


See the glittering dew, natures diamonds, adorning bare branches.



















Thank you Lord!











Thursday, November 12, 2009

QUACKERS

Yesterday Chrysalis: Women Writers met despite it being a holiday and Clackamas Community College being closed. We are not only a bevy of brilliance, but dedicated to our creativity as well!
We converged on Haggen's here in Oregon City, seized control of several tables and assembled our feminine congregation to share narratives, tales, parables, and poems. I have been a part of this sisterhood for several years and enjoy the camaraderie we have.
After the meeting I was feeling rather creative, so with camera in hand, I headed over to Prince of Life Lutheran church located behind Haggen's to mingle with the ducks and drakes. I could hear them all settled on the pond behind the church, but as soon as I walked onto the lawn and before I could view them they became aware of me, and soon were racing towards me! They are so accustomed to people feeding them bread (which I am told is not healthy for them) that they besiege anyone who approaches. I felt a bit guilty for visiting with only camera in hand.
Among the feathered flock was one large goose. As the goose approached I could see that it was injured for one side bulged out and I felt compassion for him. He was the ugly duckling in this group, yet they seemed to be so accepting of him. I watched them all start scrounging for morsels in the grass once they realized I would not be indulging their habit, and noticed that they all moved with the goose and never snapped at him. It was as if they knew he was not healthy and were being considerate and accommodating. That touched me.
I tried to approach the goose to get a photograph of him, but he became wary since I had nothing to offer and moved away. My attempts all came out blurry.
After they all started moving back to the pond, a couple lagged behind and I noticed they seemed a bit inquisitive-especially the drake. His mate lingered near him.
I began to chat with the fellow. "Aren't you a handsome dude. Your sweetie is very lovely. So, whens the wedding?" Yes, I did say that. I tend to get silly and talk like that with birds, squirrels, raccoons,....just about any creature I encounter.
Then, I swear, he looked me right in the eyes!!





SEE!!! Look at the
picture! He is looking
right at me!
"You like to hear me talk, do you. Well, you might regret encouraging me. I could unload on you." He continued to stand there, watching me closely, as I chattered away. After a few more minutes I started wondering what he must be thinking about me.
It made me smile!
So, if any of you find you have no one to talk with, or you have a lot to unload and do not want to burden your friends, I highly recommend having a discussion with a duck! And now you know where to find them! Oh, and bring along some duck food!

Friday, November 6, 2009

AND THE FAMILY CONTINUES TO GROW...

More photographs of my new great nephew, Logan. Thanks dad!

Isn't he cute! Look!
He's waving!

And here he is
with his great-
grandma, my
mommy!
Looks to me
like he is reaching
for the booby!

















The photograph on the left shows Logan being held by his Auntie Heather. His mommy, Vanessa, stands in the middle. Next to her is her mother, the new grandma, Cindy. Behind them all stands my brother, Vanessa's father and Logan's grandpa, Jim.
In the photograph on the right is Vanessa holding her son, little Logan. Auntie Heather fills the middle and Great-Grandma Rose (my mother) stands on the left of Heather. And once again, taking up the rear, is my brother, Jim. Hey! Where is great-grandpa? Oh, that's right-he is behind the camera. Okay dad, I expect you to grab that boy and pose with him for me to see!
Oh, and where is Viviana??
Now you all know there will be more pictures! That is part of being a Great aunt!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

ROSE, THE GREAT AUNT!!

My niece, Vanessa Franco, gave birth to her second child, a son, on October 30th, 2009. He weighed 8 pounds 10 ounces and his name is Logan.




Isn't he a cutie!!




I am told that his hair is red, just like his sisters!
I am looking forward to receiving more photographs, especially one of his sister, Viviana, holding him!
Welcome to the family baby Logan!!!














Sunday, November 1, 2009

WHAT COSTUME DID ROSE WEAR TO WORK?

It was pointed out that I did not post photographs of me in the costume I wore to work on October 30th. Now, my original plan to wear the black robe of my sons old Scream costume and be a witch, only to discover on October 29th that it no longer resided in our house. So that night after work I headed out to Value Village Thrift store to try and find something to throw together.
My first thought was to get a tacky bridal gown and be a zombie, but much to my surprise, they were all gone! So I searched for a wild colored skirt to maybe be a gypsy...no luck! Then I found a black wig with deep pink stripes in it and decided to find a black dress and be a vampiress!! I managed to find a long black dress with the perfect long dangling sleeves, but its only drawback was the flowers across the front. So who says a vampiress cannot be colorful???
Next I found a cape with a spiderweb design on it, black eyeshadow, fake eyelashes, deep red lipstick, and fake blood.
Now since I had to be at work at 8 a.m. on Friday, Oct. 30th, I was up at 6:30 a.m. to undergo my transformation (something I will never do again--I am not an earlybird!). I used baby powder to give my skin a paler look than normal! I received rave reviews on my attire, caused a couple people to do double-takes as they did not recognize me, and was told that I should dye my hair black with pink streaks (NOT gonna happen!) as it was a good look for me. And I had fun acting like a teenager again!!
So here she is, Vampiress Rose.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

AFTERNOON STROLL--part 5

While on my explorations, I discovered some art objects on an area of campus I had never been to before! So I challenge you all to find this area and let me know where they are located!
You will enjoy the expedition!



AFTERNOON STROLL--part 4


While I was on my stroll on campus, I came across a skinny creature slithering through the gardens! After being startled and almost wetting myself, I calmed and started observing this wanderer. Entranced, I began to snap photographs, using my zoom feature of course! I am too chicken to get very close as he could maybe bite. I am not a snake expert so I take no chances!






He looks far bigger in the photographs than he really was! His flickering tongue was red, but I just could not snap fast enough to catch it! He was rather lovely in his own unique way.

AFTERNOON STROLL--part 3



While I was enjoying the wondrous colors of fall on the Clackamas Community College campus, I also discovered the beauty of raindrops on the plants.
When a sunbreak appeared, the droplets would glisten like diamonds adorning the leaves. It was stunning!

AFTERNOON STROLL--part 2

On Clackamas Community College campus there is an area that not many know about. It is over by the Haggart Observatory, which many people are also unaware of. It is an area of pathways through a mini-forest.

I have spent many times there just taking a stroll and listening to the birds.....


or watch the ducks in the little pond. They love to bob for food and speak to you.

The backdrop reflected in the water was beautiful!



I spied a few plants that looked unique and wondered if this one with the white berries is enjoyed by the many birds I heard twittering overhead as I walked.
This tree reminded me of a zebra, so thus I dubbed it the zebra tree! Yea, I know that is not very creative but it was fitting!







Along the pathways are occasional benches where you can sit, rest and take in all the beauty of sight, scent and sound which surrounds you.
It can also be inspiring and maybe cause a poem to be born!
I have even burst into song on occasion while resting here.
Today the reflections in the water was so lovely!

I was so pleased with how my photographs turned out!







I invite you all to discover the peaceful beauty here in this secreted area. Or try to find a special spot and share it with us all!




AFTERNOON STROLL--part 1




Today I had an urge to experience the outdoors after having been cooped up in a small windowless office all week. I wanted to smell the aromas of the fall season, feel the bite of the chill in the air, and view the fall colors.
With camera in hand I set out on a discovery on the Clackamas Community College campus. Yes, I know it is where I work, but this time I was outside instead of inside!
As you can see from the photographs here, I was able to capture the colors I experienced! I think the photographs came out quite well.
What do you think?


Thursday, October 29, 2009

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

My next door neighbors, Lisa and Kim, always decorate for Halloween and have these cool inflatable decorations! It is not a scary display but one that children (and adults!) can enjoy.
Being inspired by them, I actually dug through my attic and found some stowed away decorations to haunt my doorstep when all the Trick or Treaters come on Saturday night.

So skeletons pose and prance and a tombstone declares R.I.P. (Run in panic? Romp in play? Rate it playful?)
I know it isn't nearly as elaborate as some homes, but it made me smile!
And tomorrow I am wearing a costume to work. I may be an old lady, but I am young at heart!






Tuesday, October 27, 2009

WHAT??!! I WON!!?? WOW!!!!!!!!!!

A few months ago I got brave and finally entered a contest I read about on Winning Writers website. They had asked for religious or inspirational rhyming poems, and a friend suggested the one that I entered. Then I forgot all about it, having the mindset that I would not ever hear from them anyways.
Yesterday I opened my email and discovered this:


October 23, 2009


Ms. Rose Lefebvre
97045

Dear Ms. Lefebvre:

We are pleased to announce that you are the first-place category winner in the Oneswan Productions 2009 Writing Competition. The judges selected your poem, “In Need of an Angel,” out of 47 entries in three categories from writers all over the United States and Canada, because of the touching and inspirational theme of “unconditional love.”

You will receive $100 cash. Your prize will be mailed by November 15, 2009. We also want to congratulate our Grand Prize winner, Susan Dale Stacy of Bellevue, Ohio.

On behalf of Oneswan Productions, I extend sincere congratulations to you on this happy occasion.

Sincerely,

Janette Owens
President and Founder
Oneswan Productions
“Small company. BIG ideas!”





WOW!! I was astonished!! And to win $100 surprised me even more! The most I had ever won before was $20 from the Oregon State Fair!
Now maybe I will enter some more contests.
Tomorrow when I go to the Chrysalis: Women Writers class, I will bring chocolate! It is a tradition! Here is the poem that won :
IN NEED OF AN ANGEL

God, send an angel to comfort me,
to embrace me when I’m in misery.
An angel to wipe away gloomy tears,
to relieve all my sorrows and fears.

When arduous times come along,
I would love to hear an angel’s song.
A heavenly strain overflowing with cheer,
A melody only my ears can hear.

An angel embrace so soft and warm,
a guardian to lead me through life’s storm.
A tending soul to hold my hand,
listen faithfully and understand.

No judging would be done of me,
I would be loved unconditionally.
My angel would forgive me whenever I err,
stand at my side and ceaselessly care.

Lord, please send an angel into my life,
to lend support in times of strife,
one to be a cherished friend,
to walk with me to my life’s end.

When this world I finally depart,
and all life’s burdens leave my heart,
my constant angel will take my hand
and stroll with me in God’s perfect land.

Monday, October 26, 2009

I SEE DEAD PEOPLE, AND SKELETONS, AND GRAVES AND GHOULS....

In Milwaukie on the corner of Johnson Creek and 43rd, is the Davis Graveyard. This family is REALLY into Halloween! They have an amazing display complete with some special effects comparable to Disneyland! Behind the gravestones there are scenes of ghost children playing tag, tossing a ball or playing follow the leader. In the forefront is a crypt where a skeleton child dances and giggles, and then his mother dances and sings a sad melody. A concrete head comes to life and talks, telling stories and jokes. Also in the background if you look closely is a man hanging from a tree who seems to come to life! It is so cool, eerie and well done! I was told that on Oct 30th and 31st a dance team will be there performing Michael Jackson's famous THRILLER! I am just wondering how big the crowds will be for that one! I have a slide show below this video clip for you to view the photo's I took of this spooky spectacle!

video

VISIT TO SOGGY..ER, I MEAN, SUAVIE ISLAND'S PUMPKIN FARM

Saturday, October 24th, I joined Sue (my best friend), Christina (Sue's daughter), and Brogan (Sue's grandson) to head out to Suavie Island to hunt for a pumpkin for Brogan's first Halloween celebration (he was too young last year!). Now it was a bit muddier than we expected, but we braved it! The pumpkins were out in a field, and the line for the hay wagon going out there was so very long, so we decided not to wait and to hike out there.
It did not look as far away as it turned out to be, and the ground was a bit soggier than expected as we hiked out. We had to pass a large cabbage patch, and they stunk--phewie! I do not like cabbage!!

But once we arrived where the pumpkins were scattered around in the field, Brogan set right in to hunting for a pumpkin to have the honor of decorating the front of his home. (Well, our real goal was to get a good photograph of him with the pumpkins. )
Grandma Sue enjoyed watching Brogan toddling around among the pumpkins. The vines were still all around on the ground and they do not make it easy for a toddler to stroll when he already is a bit unsteady. There were a few spills, but Brogan kept up the search.
Brogan and his three accomplices searched high and low for the perfect (and not too heavy!) pumpkin to take home to grace the York doorstep.
We fought off savage vines, rotted pumpkins, stinky cabbage, and slippery mud to reach our goal.
Brogan inspected them carefully for holes and damage. He was very thorough!!
If a pumpkin did not pass his inspection, we moved on and continued our search. Brogan is very thorough!!




"Nope! This one has an owie!"








"Hmmm....this one might be the winner...



Wait!! I think I see the perfect one over there!"










"Here it is! I found it! This is the perfect pumpkin for me! Hey grandma, come and get it! Mom, come get me. I have had enough of all these gnarly vines and mud!"



After lugging the pumpkin over to the waiting area for the haywagon (yes, we decided NOT to hike back to our starting point) we were glad we did not have that "the bigger the better" mentality! The hay wagon was not one of those old-fashioned ones pulled by a horse...now, this was 3 wagons hooked together and pulled through slipper, sloshy, gooey mud, all the time bouncing, bumping, and feeling like were were on the Matterhorn ride at Disneyland! Nana Rose hung on for dear life giggling and letting out an occasional yelp the whole way. Maybe walking would have been easier!
Once we safely reached our destination (thank the Lord!) we let Brogan enjoy a romp in the hay!

After romping through the hay maze, checking out the animals in the barn, strolling through the market (grandma bought corn on the cob) and picking out a baby pumpkin, we returned to the York home where Brogan had a bath to wash off.

Nana Rose was elected to paint the pumpkins for Brogan since no one wanted to volunteer to cut and clean them. We abhor pumpkin guts!
So armed with acrylic paint and Q-tips, Nana Rose set to the task to create the Jack O'Lantern's that would grace the doorstep. Not too scary and perfect for toddlers! Here are the pair all painted!!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ONE AND ALL!!








Thursday, October 22, 2009

MISCHIEVIOUS INNOCENCE

Last weekend I had the pleasure to babysit my best friends grandson, Brogan. He was full of energy, rather like that Energizer Rabbit--he kept going and going and going...
it was fun and he made me laugh quite a bit. Brogan is very much into musical toys. Sometimes he "sings" along and sometimes he dances. It is amusing!




At one point he slowly started to unwind, and climbed up onto my lap, cuddling into me. I held him in my arms and sang a little song I made up on the spot. He watched me and gradually his little eyes closed. I had my camera near at hand and snapped a few photographs.

See how innocent and charming he looks!


Then he stirred and repositioned himself.

It was almost as if he was posing for me. Just look at those perfectly formed lips! And those long, luxurious eyelashes! He will have girls chasing him for sure!

As my heart was melting and I was roaming through memories of my son at this age, Brogan stirred a little and moved his arm and PLOP!

It landed on my breast!
That's a male for you!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

HAIKU TO YOU

One of my friends runs the website HAIKU VERY MUCH (you can link to it on the right there). She sends out a challenge each week to everyone from which we are to create a Haiku. Usually I wait for about 5 challenges or so, then sit down and start trying to meet the challenge to create a haiku for each subject.
Now, a haiku is very short and you are supposed to say a lot in only 17 syllables; 1st line has 5, 2nd line has 7, and the 3rd line has 5. It is not easy, believe me!
But there are many creative ones! So I challenge all of the readers of my blog to go to the site, pick a subject, and write a haiku! Who knows, you may like it!
Who is up to the challenge?
Here is an example of one of my latest, just so you can get an idea of the format:
Midnight

It’s the halfway point
between one day and the next.
Past and present meet.


There are numerous subjects to choose from; midnight, cricket, Wizard of OZ, mermaid, school, dreams, procrastination, beauty, birthday, wink, teenager, vacation, father, mother....the list goes on!
While you are there, see how many of my haiku you can spot!!

Monday, October 19, 2009

AMAZING! AND THANK YOU!!

I am very surprised to see that there have been over 4000 views of my blog in two months!
To me, that is truly amazing!! It also makes me want to find some interesting topics, write some stories, share inspirations, and keep my blog going!
So, to all you faithful readers, THANK YOU for inspiring me!!
Now to plan my next post, which will probably be tonight!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

NEW TITLE FOR BLOG????

Musings, Meanderings and Merriment from Rose
Gibberish and Gobbledygook from Rose
Drifting and Drivel from Rose's mind
Jabber, Babble and Gobbledygook from Rose

I am considering the above as a new title for my blog. You see, ranting is "angry, furious, enraged, livid" and rave means "glowing, admiring, enthusiastic."
So I got to thinking that my blog does rave about some things but I never really get furious or angry. It is more funny and everyday and touching on feelings...and just blathering!!
So I wanted to ask all of my readers to let me know what they think about the options above. Which do you feel would work better for my blog. You can let me know by posting on my blog or email me at poetrose24@gmail.com. I set up this account just to hear from those enjoying my blog.
So, the big question...should I change the name of my blog to one posted above or keep it as it is??? Let me know!

THIS IS THE REAL STORY!

After three weeks in the Garden of Eden, God came to visit Eve... "So, how is everything going?" inquired God.

"It is all so beautiful, God," she replied. "The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, the smells, the sights, everything is wonderful, but I have just one problem. It's these breasts you have given me. The middle one pushes the other two out and I am constantly knocking them with my arms, catching them on branches and snagging them on bushes. They're a real pain." Eve went on to tell God that since many other parts of her body came in pairs, such as her legs, arms, eyes, ears, etc. She felt that having only two breasts might leave her body more "symmetrically balanced."

"That's a fair point," replied God, "But it was my first shot at this, you know. I gave the animals six breasts, so I figured that you needed only half of those, but I see that you are right. I will fix it up right away." God reached down, removed the middle breast and tossed it into the bushes.

Three weeks passed and God once again visited Eve in the Garden of Eden. "Well, Eve, how is my favorite creation?"

"Just fantastic," she replied, "But for one oversight. You see, all the animals are paired off. The ewe has a ram and the cow has her bull. All the animals have a mate except me. I feel so alone."

God thought for a moment and said, "You know, Eve,
you are right. How could I have overlooked this?
You do need a mate and I will immediately create
a man from a part of you. Let's see....
where did I put that useless boob?"

Now doesn't THAT make more sense than all that crap about the rib.



(Thanks Diane for sharing this. I just had to share with all the women out there!)

Thursday, October 8, 2009

THAT MEMORABLE FIRST DATE

Most women remember the very first date they went on. I know I definitely remember mine and very likely for reasons far different from what you might expect.
My first date was set up by my cousin, Lyle. His girlfriend (Carol, his wife now for many years) had a brother visiting who was in the Navy and older than me. I had just turned 18 years old. There was some talk with my parents and it was agreed that it would be a double date. I was nervously excited as I had never been on a date before, and here was this handsome older (but not by much) sailor taking me out! The evening started off with the four of us going to a restaurant to have dinner. It was nice and I did not have to make a lot of conversation because of eating so I felt comfortable.
Afterwards we went back to Carol's place and Lyle & Carol took off and left me with her brother (I, for the life of me, cannot recall his name. Maybe a mental block!!) Sailor suggested we go to see a movie, so we got into his vehicle and he drove to a theatre. Now, at 18 years of age, I weighed only 98 pounds and looked about 15 or 16. The theater was showing an R rated movie and would not let me in because I did not look 18 to them and I had no ID to prove it. So we tried another theatre and had the same experience. Sailor suggested a drive-in theatre (lots of those then in S. Calif) as he figured they would be less likely to ask for ID. I was feeling rather foolish and embarrassed and prayed that we could get in. Fortunately they were showing a Disney movie and I was admitted--yahoo!
We found a spot, hung the speaker on the window, and settled down to wait for the movie to start. There was music playing and we chatted some, but being shy, I was finding it very difficult to keep a conversation going, and even more difficult to make it interesting.
I kept remembering my dad's comments about boys "being after one thing" and was feeling nervous and wary.
When the movie started, I settled in to watch it and felt thankful to have the break from trying to keep a conversation going. All was going well until Sailor moved a little closer to me (the front seat was a bench seat). I felt butterflies in my tummy and heard my heart beating in my ears.
After about 20 minutes he reached one arm up and placed it around my shoulders.
I froze, held my breath and felt so anxious and terrified...what was he doing? What was he going to do? What should I do? Is he going to try to kiss me? What do I do if he does?

All the turmoil going through my thoughts was affecting me and suddenly I whispered, "I don't feel...." and then I leaned forward and puked all over the floorboard.

Well, he immediately withdrew his arm (who wouldn't!?), muttered something about getting some napkins and vanished.
I felt so utterly embarrassed. Why did I do that? What do I say?
What must he think of me?
Oh Lord, I will never live this down!!
Sailor returned and, as I dashed off to escape to the bathroom, he cleaned the mess.

I sat in a bathroom stall silently crying, threw up again, washed my face and hands several times, and finally relented to the fact that I must return to the car. I could not hide out all night in the bathroom, and he might eventually come searching for me anyways. Then I would look even more immature and silly.
I finally returned to the car avoiding eye contact and muttered a soft "I'm sorry."
He announced that he was taking me home since I did not "feel good." The silence on the drive was awkward!! But what could I say!
When we arrived at my home, he got out, opened my door, and then said "Bye" as he hopped back in and left. He did not even walk me to the door. Of course, I did not blame him. I could hardly have expected a hug or a kiss after that!!!
When I entered the house, my mother was there and she said she was surprised to see me home so early. With that statement, I burst into tears and between sobs eventually got the whole story out. I can remember looking at my mom at one point and she was smiling and then started to laugh a little! Okay, now looking back, I do find it very funny, but for me then, this was traumatic. I announced that no one will ever want me, and that I was going to become a nun. Mom, a bit of laughter in her voice, simply answered this statement, "Rose, we are not even Catholic!" She then kept reassuring me that all would be well, that I would eventually be okay and that this was not the end of the world. She said my next date would be better.
Now, I would like to say that my next date was better but.....yes, I did it again!!
The young man (in post A Blushing Rose, Wednesday, February 25, 2009) must have liked me because he asked me out again after I had adorned his floorboard with my stomachs contents! And he asked me out even after I did the same thing a 2nd and 3rd time!!
Yes, I did finally stop the retching and settled down to realize he was not going to attack me or hurt me. In fact, he always treated me like a lady!
We did not stay together, but did stay friends for a long time, and when he met my husband, who I was engaged to at the time, he told him that I was a "sweet lady" and the one he "never had." For a guy to admit that is unusual!! They usually brag about conquests whether true or not!
Yea, that first date was memorable...what was yours like?

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

OH SWEET TEMPTATION!

Taste me...I am so sweet. There is that damn voice again! It's coming from the large bag hidden away in the cabinet. Come on, just one will not hurt. Yea, I guess one would be okay. NO! Must resist!
I should not have purchased that bag so early, but it was such a good sale and I did not want to disappoint all the cute costumed imps on Halloween night. But now I have to resist for 24 more days!!
I must admit that the first day the voice did convince me to take a taste, just one Tootsie Roll. After all, I had not had one in so-o-o long and I have been a good girl.
But then it talked me into trying a Tootsie pop, a cherry one...I always loved those when I was younger. Oh, and I must taste that vanilla flavor Tootsie Roll, and the Cherry...and before I knew it, I had devoured four candies! That is when the bag went from counter top to the dark recess of the cabinet.
But the voice still calls....Hard day at work? Come on, one little sweet will make you feel so much better...
NO!! Stop it! Be quiet!
I wonder if my next door neighbors would think I was crazy if I asked them to store this large bag of temptation until Halloween???

Saturday, October 3, 2009

PROUD TO BE LIKE MOM

The photograph to the left is of my mother as a young girl.
Below it one of her now.
The one on the right is of me as a teen, and below of me now.

Throughout my life people have often commented,"You look just like your mom." Of course, when you are young you do not want to hear that! Look like my mom! She's OLD! I don't look like an old lady!!

We take it literally and not figuratively. But through the years I have had to admit to the similarities (the nose being the unfortunate one and we blame her father for it!).
Now my dad would say we are also similar in the gift of gab, but we argue that point!

I am proud to say I am like my mother because she is one of the kindest, most caring people I know. My mother has always been there for her friends and family. If you needed a hug, a shoulder to cry on, help cleaning your home, whatever...my mother would do what she could for you, and she continues in this way. Whenever people give me a comment by saying I am nice or kind or patient, I quietly thank my mother for instilling that in me. I am happy to be like my mom.


Thursday, October 1, 2009

FASHION PLATE...NOT!


These 2 pictures show my dad with my son, Jimmy, who is now 22.
No one can accuse my father of ever being on the "best dressed" list. He has a style all his own. He is a jokester, loves teasing , and can tell a good story.
One time when I was visiting my parents, my mom announced we were going out to dinner and told my dad to go change into some decent clothes (he was in his casual hanging-around-home duds). He sauntered off to the bedroom and a few minutes later emerged wearing a t-shirt with a partially clad woman pictured on the front. My mom took one look and announced, "Harold, I said to get on some decent clothes! I am not going out with you wearing that!" I just had to laugh because I knew my dad did that on purpose to get a rise out of my mom. With a big grin on his face he replied, "This is clean. I just got it out of the closet." My mom nudged him down the hallway to change again!
As I said, my dad loves to tease.
And my father is one of the brightest people I know. He has no college degrees but can carry on intelligent conversations about so many subjects that it always amazes me. He is also very talented! For years he has built many very detailed radio control model airplanes. I was always amazed at how he could cut out all those pieces of balsa wood and put them all together to look just like an airplane or jet. The stunts he would do with them had me awestruck as well.
He was the first in our family to get a computer and learn all about the Internet when it first came about. I was afraid to even turn on a computer then, but he would teach me things on his so that I eventually felt comfortable and got one of my own.
When I was a kid, he was the "go to" man in the neighborhood. He could repair just about anything. When a neighbors vehicle was having problems, they asked dad for help. Now, he did have a dislike for Volkswagen's (bad experience with owning a VW van for a very short time) and when the neighbor girls would ask him to fix their VW bugs, he would always tease them saying that the best thing they could do would be to take them to a junkyard. But he would help them.
One time a little neighbor girl, Cynthia Simpson, asked my dad what he ate for breakfast. He announced that he eats little girls for breakfast. She was very wary of him after that and would always ask "has your dad had his breakfast yet?"
He was a very handy man about the house as well. My 3 siblings and I have often turned to dad for help with just about everything--putting in flooring, replacing garbage disposals, repairing furniture--everything.
Whenever something happens here at my home now, the first thing I always think is, "I sure wish dad were here. He could fix this." In a way, my dad has always been my Superman.





Wednesday, September 30, 2009

GOLDEN HAIR DELIGHT

I was scrolling through photographs on my computer that I had scanned in and saved. My enjoyable task was fixing photos, making them look better. My favorites were of my son when he was young. Children always say and do things that stick in your memories forever. In this picture he had been spending the day being a sidewalk (and driveway) artist. I always had colored chalk on hand for this much-loved activity. Chalk is so great because a little water washes the "canvas" new and you can start over again.


This particular day he had announced that he was drawing a picture of me and I had to sit and pose for him. When he drew my hair as golden yellow (no brown chalk) I mentioned that I was not a blond. His response: "When the sun shines on your hair, mom, it shines kinda like gold." Already learning how to schmooze a female!


This photo to the right is of my son when he was 13 days old in the arms of his grandfather Lefebvre, my husbands father. Get a load of that hair he has!
He had his first haircut a few days later because it was so long it would get into his eyes! In this picture I can almost hear Jimmy (my son) thinking "what are you looking at?"

It looks like they are checking each other out. One of my favorite shots!



This photograph to the left is of my son in the arms of my husband, Clay. My two men in their suits. Jimmy was a year old. It was a sad occasion as it was a funeral for my husbands grandmother, his fathers mother. But I hold onto the memory of Clay walking Jimmy around the graveyard and Jimmy noticing the little things we may not have seen it it had not been for his eyes...a "pretty" rock, flowers, trees, a bug walking across a gravestone. ..

The photograph to the right was taken at Big Bear, California
and was the first experience Jimmy had in snow! He was 4 years old (big boy!). We had filled empty plastic dish soap bottles with water tinted with food coloring so we could "paint" in the snow. We brought along our own homemade snowman kit (briquettes, carrot, red berries). We found branches on the ground to use for arms. Since it was cold outside, Jimmy felt that we needed to paint clothes onto his snowman, which he had aptly named Frosty (gee, wonder where he got that name?). Then he took off his knit cap and was placing it on Frosty because "he still looks cold" when I snapped this shot. It was such a sweet moment. When we had to leave and go home, Jimmy cried when he realized we would not be taking Frosty home with us.
Yes, children may sometimes be a handful and keep us on our toes, but they also give us the gift of treasured memories.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

WHERE HAVE ALL THE BLOGGERS GONE?

I have a list of friend's blogs that I follow and enjoy reading, but it seems that for the last 3 months or so, many have either been 'blog blocked' or have just gotten lazy. I know that summer is known as the lazy, hazy, crazy days, but really....just a short paragraph saying "life stinks," or "I am up to my eyeballs in stuff" or "I am being lazy" would suffice! LOL
I do so miss their creativity and humor and insights. It seems that my friend Roxie (Sanna's Bag), Terri, and my sister and I have been the only ones to keep writing. So this is a shout out to Lisa, Susan, Barbara, Rosanne C., MaryLou and all my other fellow bloggers--do write!!
I miss the weekly "sharing" and humor and wonderful words!!

YEP! HE KNOWS CATS!

I found this website with the cutest and funniest videos about "Simon's cat."
The creator, Simon, definitely lives with and knows the way of a cat.
I laughed so much! You have got to check them out and watch all five videos.
You all know I am a cat lover, having 3 of my own. Each one is unique and they all have purr-sonalities, but they also have many things in common, like taking 20 naps a day.
Enjoy the site!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

ROCKHOUNDING, RECREATION AND HUNTING FOSSILS

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/LA-Treasures.html
The above site is a "travel site for the Nostalgic & Historic Minded." It has historic stories about the old west, Native Americans, ghost towns, Route 66 and much more. There are ghostly legends to read, legends under the heading "Travel to..." that pertain to particular states, and even links to stores that sell history related items. I found all the legends very interesting to read and it made me want to start a list of some ghostly places and historic sites to visit. I think many of you may enjoy reading and exploring this site and its links. For those writers out there, this may give you some inspiration for stories or even a novel!

http://www.oregongeology.org/sub/learnmore/learnmore.htm
This site listed above deals with Oregon's geology. You can learn about the geology of Oregon, find out where to go hunt for a variety of fossils, and where to hunt for gems and minerals. I found it rather interesting and gave me an urge to go fossil hunting!

http://www.fs.fed.us/r6/recreation/rentals/
This site lists the cabin guard stations and fire lookouts that you can rent to vacation in. They are located throughout Oregon and Washington. They range in price from $20 to $100 per night. Some hold only 2 people and the most expensive one can house up to 30. Some you can drive up to and some are short hike-ins. The site gives a description and photos of each one as well as telling what is in the area to enjoy and what you need to bring with you. So for nature lovers, these are great and a real bargain!

http://www.desertusa.com/Thingstodo/du_ttd_treasure.html
If you are interested in rockhounding or fossil hunting in the Southwest, this site is for you. You can "explore" areas and what they offer.

http://www.geocities.com/southbeach/coast/8385/index.htmlWant to hunt for agates and 15-20 million year old fossil mollusks? This site has great information to guide you.

http://www.all-oregon.com/rockhounding.htm
Rockhounding information is found here and also has links to other interesting sites.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

YEA! KEVIN SKINNER WON!


I was so happy tonight to hear that Kevin Skinner won on America's Got Talent. Each time he would sing, he moved me and I would cry. The way he put his heart and soul into his singing shows his soul.
I am happy that the simple, honest man was a champion tonight.
And I look forward to hearing more of his singing!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

THE MILWAUKIE POETRY SERIES

The Milwaukie Public Library (in Milwaukie, Oregon) has a Poetry series each year where they feature well-known Oregon poets reading their poetry. I enjoy going and listening to the various styles of poetry. Some even give me ideas of ones I can write. So, if any locals are interested in attending, here is the schedule. It is held in the Ledding Library Pond house, 2215 SE Harrison St., Milwaukie and starts at 7 p.m.

October 14th poet Lex Runciman
November 11th poet Don Colburn
December 9th poet Scot Siegel
Jan 13th 2010 poet Kathleen Halme
February 10th 2010 poet Penelope Scambly Schott
March 10th 2010 poet Sage Cohen
April 14th 2010 poet B. T. Shaw
May 12th 2010 poet Judith Arcana
June 9th 2010 poet Paul Merchant

There is an Open Mike event this Thursday, Sept 17th @ 7 pm and I will be reading a few poems as was asked to do so. Last time it was very successful and many amateur poets like me shared their poetry with everyone. If you write poetry come share it with fellow poets. And join us to hear the scheduled poets who have been published!

SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR AWAY

It is difficult to watch someone you love slowly drift away from you. Sometimes it is Altzheimer's, sometimes it is dementia; whatever the name, it is sad. As time goes by the person you once knew show themselves less often, until they become a stranger, only recognizable visually. The moments you share of memories and calm become less frequent.
Sometimes you find yourself angry, not because of the loved one but because of the illness that causes loss. It is much more difficult than losing someone by sudden death, because you lose them gradually and the loss is daily. You go through it over and over again.
There may be a day you sift through photographs in an attempt to cling to the good memories while facing the present difficult days. You want to have those memories to hold on to and not the ones of the anger, the confusion, the "zoned out" days. Because when it does finally end, you want to mourn the loss of that special person you laughed with, the one you created memories with, the person you loved.

MISSING MAMA
By Rose Lefebvre

She sits silent as I brush her silvery curls,
twining one ‘round my finger.
“Remember when you used to brush
my ringlets each morning, mama?”

There is no response, no acknowledgement.
Her trembling fingers twitch upon the quilt
draped across her bony lap. Those fingers once
moved deftly, in and out, over and over, until
each perfect patch of fabric was united in that quilt;
pieces from G-Nana’s dappled gray Sunday suit,
Gramma Mattie’s distinctive red flowered apron,
Grampa Jim’s green flannel shirt, Mama’s
first dress of pale lavender, the blankets that swaddled
me and my little brother after birth, his
a robin’s egg blue and mine a warm peach.

“Remember when Daddy said an egg would not
break if you squeezed it a certain way?
Its slimy guts shot out hitting Jimmy square in the face!
We all laughed so hard our stomachs ached.”
I giggle too long and too loudly.
She softly hums a childhood lullaby, a grin dancing
on her lips like a resting butterfly. Drawing them
from my purse like a magician, I present photographs
carefully chosen for today’s visit. I begin the ritual.
“Look here, mama. This is Jimmy, your grandson,
in his football uniform. He’s getting so big! And this one
is Cindy, taken on her vacation last month
to Branson, Missouri. You would love it there!”

Nothing. No acknowledgements, no response.

Frustrated, I fling the photographs upon her lap,
furiously stomp out of the room. I collapse
upon a chair in the hallway, anger subsiding to shame.
I want my mama back, the woman whose gliding laughter
tangoed in our ears, who would converse with total strangers
at the grocery store and leave as friends,
whose hazel eyes would induce confessions from us.
I can almost hear her off-key voice crooning
lullabies or attempting to harmonize
with a Hank Williams record.
Drying my tears, I return to her. She stares at me,
an inquiring gaze bending her brow.
“Who are you? Do I know you?”

Sunday, September 13, 2009

WE CAN NEVER BE SURE OF TOMORROW

My husband has been ill and he has problems with his mind, his memory. It is difficult for all of us who love and care for him. I have written this poem dedicated to him.

ADRIFT

I watch you, wedged in sleep,
witness dream shadows shuffle
across your countenance,
and wonder what thoughts parade
behind your closed eyes.
The you I knew hovers ghostly,
peeking out sporadically,
like a veil of stars emerging
from behind nomadic clouds.

This unwelcome transformation
disheartens, lies between us
like the shock of blood
upon whiteness of virgin snow.
I grieve for what once was;
for dreams shared, memories
now a jumbled puzzle in your head,
grieve for you, gone astray
in your minds wilderness, slowly
drifting further from me.

Every now and then the clouds part,
your eyes flash with recollection,
and we drift languidly together
across moonlit moments,
the storm departed
for now.

Friday, September 11, 2009

THE ADVENTURES OF NANA ROSE

Tonight after work I zoomed over to Christina's home to babysit little Brogan. He is my best friends grandson. I am "Nana" Rose for him.
It is always fun to get to spend time with and laugh at his antics. He has recently begun walking and I go to witness this for the first time (more than 3 steps) tonight. He walked all over the place! He has a slight drunken swagger (reminded me a bit of John Wayne!) but does get around well.
Brogan has an abundance of toys, and many which make sounds or music. He has this little toy hammer than sounds like something out of a cartoon. I love it! Brogan seems especially drawn to musical toys and will "sing" along and dance. At one point he was playing music and was dancing and when he attempted to do a slow turn he fell on his boom boom (butt to those older than 5). He cried for about 2 minutes until Nana Rose started making funny faces and teasing about his boom boom. That got him to laughing.
We played games like tickle my toes, where's your belly, peek-a-boo, where is Brogan, and the usual rolling of balls and hiding toys under cup shapes. I was having as much fun as he was!!
As Brogan slowly started winding down and getting sleepy, he climbed up onto my lap and wanted to cuddle. When he dozed off, I made 3 attempts to try to carry him up the stairs to his room but he would awaken and start to cry, so I sat down and finally just let him sleep on me. Since he is cutting teeth, he has that Darth Vader breathing sound. It was nice to have a baby cuddling with me after all these years (my son is almost 23).
Nana Rose had fun!

Thursday, September 10, 2009

WANNA FOLLOW ME?

I have had a few friends who have thought they have to create a special e-mail account to become a follower of my blog and make comments. Not so! I use my regular email address to add comments to other blogger sites and to create my own site. (example: ____@comcast.net)
When you become a follower you will only receive a notice when I post something new, and that is all. Then I can stop trying to remember to email everyone myself.
So, go ahead, use your own email and become a follower!!

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

THE MIRROR MYSTERY

Who keeps changing the adjustment of my van mirrors???


Every morning when I get into my van I have to adjust my mirrors. They always seem to be adjusted for someone much shorter than me.
Then, sometime during the day as I work, someone alters them and, when I get back into my car to drive home, the mirrors are set for someone much taller!
I have come to the conclusion that there is a little devil living in some secret nook of my car, playing with the mirrors and snickering when I keep adjusting them. It is the only answer.
I have searched but have not yet discovered the little fiends hiding spot. But one of these days, I will catch him in the act. Then I will make him wash my car inside and out. He will pay for pulling these pranks on me!
Yes, it has to be a naughty little devil.....after all, I can't be growing and shrinking.....can I????

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

CHOICES

As mothers we often find ourselves busy with daily chores; laundry, making beds, washing dishes, mopping, vacuuming, dusting. Often we will feel like there are not enough hours in the day to do it all. Not only do we have to take care of a home, but we are responsible for caring for children and spouses or partners. Often it seems that we are doing more giving than taking, and sometimes it seems it is a thankless task.
But often there are moments we could take that could be more rewarding than a 'thank you.' We can choose to let the dishes wait, the dust bunnies explore a little longer, or beds to be disheveled. We can choose to spend precious and memorable time with our children or loved ones. These moments do not have to be extravaganzas or all planned out.
Simple times -- enjoying a colorful sunset, observing a caterpillar crawl across a leaf, dancing in a pile of fall leaves--moments that create snapshots in our memories to cherish. Unplanned actions--taking the hand of a loved one to dance in the rain, holding hands on a summers evening walk, gazing at the stars while laying on the lawn--spur of the moment activities to hold in your heart.
Sometimes we get so caught up in the daily drudgery that we let too many opportunities pass us by. Then before you know it, children are grown and gone, loved ones die, and you wish you had the time to spend with them all over again where you made different choices.
We all do it. And often end up thinking 'if only...'
So close the door on the laundry, forget those dirty dishes, ignore the dust bunnies--grab the hand of a loved one and take a moment to enjoy them. The chores will always be there. But a loved one may not.

MOMENTS
by Rose Lefebvre

My feet ache as I stand at the sink
scrubbing away dinners final trace
from well-used pots and pans.
A small hand clasps my leg
and I gaze upon the innocent
expression of my son.
“Come on, mommy,
Let’s watch the sun go away.”
Dishes can wait.
Hand in hand, we wander outside.
Settled on fragrant grass,
he cuddles in my lap, our arms
entwined and hands clasped.
We watch mesmerized
as burnished gold and dramatic orange,
luminous blue and pallid pink,
paint the heavens.
Hushed, we watch as colors fluctuate
in tone and hue.
Illuminated clouds stained
by tinges of color,
drift across a brilliant backdrop.
As the radiance gradually pales,
trees become silhouettes,
lacy edges against fading blue.
A closing bird song echoes,
perfect and pure,
a ultimate crescendo.
I am lead back to reality
by my son’s gentle voice;
“Good bye sun,
See you tomorrow.”

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

WORDS

I am sharing another poem I wrote about our words and their effect.
It has been published in one of my chapbooks.

YOU DID NOT SEE
Is this the story that began with once upon a time
and was supposed to end happily ever after?

I gaze at you through a veil of tears
and wonder when the dream
became a nightmare. You, so consumed
by rage that you do not see
me shrink from your unnerving madness,
my eyes wide with fear.
I feel sadness so large that it threatens
to envelop me. My pleading words crash
against the impenetrable wall of you,
shattering, ignored, unheard. The persistent rape
of my spirit, has left me butchered
like a deer after the kill.
Did it make you feel potent to shriek at me?
Were my tears nourishment for your ego?
Was there any regret after
I fled up the stairs, wounded?

You did not see as I closed the door
against you,
opened the window,
and listened
to a bird’s song.


Sunday, August 30, 2009

TO BE TAKEN ORALLY










ESTRANGED
Mouthed apologies fall like scattered cards,
fill the vast space between us,
two tragic actors bound
in a play of regret.
Half-erased words fill the silence
as barbed hours lapse into wounded days.

Dreams left undreamed
crumble into ancient memories,
as we live separate lives joined
in an existence under siege.

A bitter seed takes root,
our clouded existence
a lurid wreckage
in an incessant storm.
---Rose Lefebvre, author

Words are so powerful - they can give someone a multitude of possibilities to strive for, or create a chasm that is so deep one can never escape.
The effect of our words on someone is strong. Words offering praise and support can give someone the push they need to achieve a goal.
Words of comfort and hope can lift someone from darkness into light and give them strength to move on.
Words can bring people together or shatter relationships.
We all make mistakes and say things before thinking, then wish we could erase the words spoken in anger or hurt. Often our anger or hurt causes us to end up on a carousel, spinning into a continual response that causes more agony and destroys bonds.
Once in this repetitive mode, even apologies become casualties. Our words can heal or destroy.
They can come from love or from anger.
We have the power to make a choice.





Saturday, August 29, 2009

SEEKING HOPEFUL HORIZONS



I had never heard the song I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack until the day my niece, Vanessa, got married a few years ago. My brother, Jim, had chosen the song for the father/daughter dance at the reception. As I watched them dance and listened to the words I was struck by the messages the song expressed. I was also moved by the fact that my brother had chosen this song to convey to his daughter his dreams and wishes for her. At that moment, this song became one of my top favorites.
It is inspirational for me.




I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,


You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,


May you never take one single breath for granted,


God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,


I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,


Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens,


Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,


And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance....


I hope you dance....I hope you dance.


I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,


Never settle for the path of least resistance.


Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking,


Loving' might be a mistake but it's worth making,


Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,


When you come close to selling out reconsider,


Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,


And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance...


I hope you dance, I hope you dance.


I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,


Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,


Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,


And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance...


Dance....I hope you dance.

So simple a song yet it says so much.
To me, it says to always see the beauty and wonder of the world that surrounds you, to always give thanks for what you have and for those in your life, to know you are one small part of this world but you can make a difference, and most importantly, never give up. When feeling overpowered and weakened, keep going as best as you can.
What does it say to you?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

NOOOOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN!!


We Oregonians do not mind hearing the words, "temperatures are rising" right after winter, but not in summer when they are already in the 80's. Today it is supposed to rise into the 90's after a short reprieve from the last heatwave, and is predicted to go even higher by the end of the week!!
I wish that when the heat rises and I am left feeling like I am melting, that the excess weight (you expected me to say fat?!) I have would literally melt off. Now that would not bother me at all. But all I end up feeling is hot, sweaty, sleepy and lazy. The heat drains my energy and makes me feel like showering every hour on the hour. The heat brings to life the fact that breasts are merely large sweat glands. And the heat leaves me feeling very unlady-like as the sweat drips down my chest and under my arms. Not a pleasant feeling.
When some people seem to enjoy the heat and are all bubbly as I go by dragging along seeking an air-conditioned room, I have an urge to slap them and scream, "Snap out of it!"
But there are demented souls out there who seem to thrive in temperatures above 90 and do not suffer as I do.
You cannot say it is because they are young or thin because I was young and thin once (YES, I was!! I have pictures to prove it!) and even then I always hated the heat. I have relatives who live in Phoenix, Arizona (Shudder!) and surrounding areas, and they seem to enjoy the excessive temperatures they get there.
I can remember going there one time and as my husband drove down a main road, I watched the temperature/date signs flashing in front of the buildings we passed. The temperature on each one rose as we went by and at one point I hollered for him to turn around because it was getting too hot for me (last sign I read before my eyeballs blurred was 119!)!! I longed to grab the bag of ice from the ice chest and hug it like a tempestuous lover (Don't laugh! I did that once on a drive through desert area when A/C broke down in the car!!)
I would battle someone to the death for a patch of shade!
No, give me a day in the 70's and I will be filled with energy, laugh and frolic like a young maiden. I dance in the cool rain and lift my face up to feel its gentle caress. But I cringe at the thermometer when it rises to disagreeable temperatures.
If I wanted the heat, I would move to those places that suffer from it. To me it is like the plague and I want no part of it!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

AMERICA DOES HAVE TALENT AND KEVIN SKINNER HAS HEART


I was just channel surfing when I came upon America's Got Talent the night Kevin Skinner sang If Tomorrow Never Comes. When he first stepped out and spoke, the judges were making fun of him and the audience laughed at him. Then he sang.
After the first few seconds of Kevin singing, the camera focused on Piers and you could tell by his look that he was touched. The audience grew silent, people were tearing up, some even crying, because you could feel his life experiences and his soul as he sang. He touched the hearts of all who listened. When he finished, everyone in the audience was on their feet clapping and shouting their expressions of approval. And I was in tears. I was happy to see an underdog be on top, and to see those judges and people in the audience feel humbled by this man. Maybe they have learned not to be so quick to judge the proverbial book by its cover.
Piers Morgan said, “There is a moment in every season and I can remember them all, where somebody comes onstage dressed like you are, and your cap is on the wrong way around, and you know, you think this is going to be a total car crash, then you start to sing, and within about 20 seconds, you had me. By the end of it, that was one of the most emotional powerful performances I’ve seen in a long time.”
I am rooting for the simple man, for the everyday man, for Kevin Skinner.
If you did not see his performance, watch this:

HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY TO BROGAN!!

My best friend's grandson, Brogan, celebrated his first birthday on Saturday, August 8th. This is also Sue's first grandchild! I am the "Nana" Rose to him because his mother, Christina, is like an adopted daughter since I have known her all her life!!

Sue and I had to work Friday, the day before the party, to do some prep work--last minute shopping, putting together goodie bags for other children attending the party, and an occasional stop at a garage sale along the route!

Also we were honored to have Brogan take some of his first steps!! He took 3 steps to Grandma Sue and 2 to me!! It is a good thing that Brogan's father, Weston, witnessed some of this or Christina would not have believed us since she has not seen it so far.

Saturday morning had us a bit worried as it almost threatened rain, but it turned out to be a lovely day. Weston had a slide show of Brogan's first year playing continually for everyone to see. He has had many photographs taken of him since daddy is an amazing photographer and now Brogan is his favorite model!

I also took many photographs as have promised to create a birthday celebration scrapbook. Thank goodness I have many to chose from among those I took, those Weston and Christina took, and those Grandma Sue took.


Here is a photo of Brogan with 2 crazy ladies--his Grandma Sue and Nana Rose!
I will post a few photos on this blog to the right.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

OH MY......




I do not know if it is the fact of the hot weather having affected their brains or what, but I have seen some young and old women dressed in highly unflattering ways lately.
One lady was in the college community center where I work and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. She bent over to a table to write something on a paper she had and I swear the view went clear to her belly button! I felt embarrassed for her!!

Another girl was wearing a top that looked like she borrowed it from her 10 year old sister (way too tight and short for her) and hip-hugging shorts. Well, she had a bit too much midriff hanging over the top of her pants. I have found out that this is referred to as "muffin top." It was not attractive and made her look fat. Why someone wants to display an extra midriff roll is beyond me. I try my best to hide mine!

Then I viewed one young lady wearing a short top and hip hugger jeans. When she bent over, I also saw she was wearing a g-string!

Now I do not know about you all, but when I was young I was very careful about making sure what I looked like from all views. I used to get dressed and then go through a routine of checking myself in the mirror from front, side and rear views. Then I would see how I looked from all 3 directions when I was seated upon a chair. I even went as far as to bend over and get a front and rear view to be sure I was not hanging out anywhere! Nowadays I wonder if these women and girls even take much of a look at themselves in a mirror before heading out the door! I cannot imagine that the really think they look attractive "letting it all hang out" like that.
Even if I had a nice, slender body, I would not be so careless about my appearance. I would still go through the routine of being sure I looked decent and attractive from every view.
Call me old-fashioned, but decency can still be in place and you can still look sexy.
What do you all think??

Thursday, July 30, 2009

HELP ME!! I'M MELTING!


I feel like the wicked witch of the West, slowly melting away!!
It has been way too hot for we Oregonians (yes, I lay claim to that title).
I am so very thankful to whoever invented air conditioning and fans! I bow before you, oh great inventor!!
Leaving my nice air-conditioned office the other day and as I stood by my car with all the doors open waiting for it to have some heat relief, I wanted to volunteer to be a target for dozens of kids with squirt guns. It would have felt so good. I was even almost tempted to go to a bar that advertised wet t-shirt contest here, but that is only on Fridays.
I am not a tropical person, far more preferring temperatures in the 70's or below. In cold winter you can bundle up in layers and drink hot cocoa or tea, but in the summer they frown upon people (especially those my age and build!) running around naked with an ice cold drink.
I enjoy nippy weather, with a bite in it that sends a slight chill down your spine and makes you feel alive.
Heat makes me feel like I want to sleep, have no energy and, as mentioned above, like I am melting. I do not like the feeling of my body feeling sweaty and my clothes irritatingly clinging.
Right now a barefoot romp in the snow sounds like heaven to me.
I am a 'hot mama' but not in a good sense.
So, Lord, please turn down the heat here in the Pacific Northwest and give us a reprieve!!
PLEASE!

Sunday, July 19, 2009

STROLLING DOWN MEMORY LANE


My best friend, Sue, was up visiting from Roseburg, OR. She arrived Thursday evening and left today, Sunday. I already miss her!!
Since I was house/kitty sitting for a friend, she stayed with me. We had fun visiting our favorite thrift store and seeking out garage sales. In fact, at one garage sale I ran into an old neighbor! She invited us into her new home and we chatted about an hour.
It seems when Sue and I get together we always have some "remember when" times. It is always fun to recall those fun and memorable events in our lives. We talked about things we did together, guys we knew, old friends we miss, and family.
We also sometimes stroll down those rocky roads of not-so-good memories. When you can share the good and bad, you know you have a good friend. Sue and I can discuss anything and everything without fear of being judged. That is so wonderful!
As I was lying in bed the other night, I thought about how often it seems I "revisit" moments from my life as I get older. When I spoke with my father one weekend we chatted about moments and people from the past.
Now, I do not know how it makes everyone else feel, but it makes me want to run backwards in time! I wish I could revisit moments and be youthful again. I want to have that energy I had. I want to have the flexibility, stamina and eagerness I once enjoyed that seems to have waned. I know it is all impossible, but it sure would be fun! Just for a little while......

Friday, July 3, 2009

CHASING MY YOUTH

Some days I feel my age, some days I feel even older than my years. I am sure you all know what I mean. But when I am around the young people at the college I drop into a time warp and feel the years drop away. Their youthfulness is rather contagious. And their acceptance is wonderful.
This evening at 5 p.m. I am getting together with some of the members of the Writers Club from CCC for an evening out. It was decided to all chip in on pizza and then go to see a movie and afterwards, who knows!
All this morning I have been vacuuming and cleaning carpet, dusting, doing laundry, folding and putting away clothes, and all the while looking forward to tonight! I almost feel like a teen anxiously awaiting the arrival of her date. When I am with these young folks the years drop away and I am carefree. It is such a good feeling. And what is great is how accepting and inclusive they are of me. They do not treat me like an old lady, but like a colleague or friend.
I am sure we will draw attention--one old lady with several young people--but I do not care.
I will enjoy my step back in time and have fun!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

THERE'S ALWAYS MORE THAN ONE VIEW ON THINGS

Any of you out there remember ALL IN THE FAMILY with Edith & Archie Bunker?
Watching the show, we observed the change in their relationship and their growth, especially in Edith. She portrayed a scatterbrained emotional woman, but she did have strength, and every once in awhile we had a glimpse of it.
There was one show that has always stuck in my mind. It was a scene where Edith was speaking to a tearful Gloria, her daughter, who'd had an argument with her husband, Michael. Edith said something along theses lines: "Whenever we fight, someone always says they're sorry, and Archie always says 'That's all right Edith.'"
Now, you can look at this in more than one way. At the time I felt that Edith was just weak for apologizing for everything even if she was not at fault. I thought that Archie strong-armed her into feeling guilty no matter what, and caused her to be submissive in this way. It really struck home when my mother remarked one time years ago that it reminded her of me. At the time I felt somewhat insulted. And I also realized it was true.
Through the years I have returned to this scene over and over again, pondering not only the words, but what was really being said. Well, after maturing (not growing older!) and experiencing life, I have seen this from another perspective. My heart became involved in how I saw this woman handle her approach to disagreements.
Edith did not apologize because she was afraid or feeling guilty or strong-armed into it. Edith realized that it does not matter so much if you win or lose, but how you play. She was not on any ego trip to prove her point and come out on top. But in the end, she was always on top. She showed that peace of mind, peace of heart, and peace in the family was more important than proving a point, more important than being right.
Edith did not need to prove she was right to be right. She did not need to have someone apologize to her to feel on top. She was a winner and the bigger person for taking the step to end a disagreement.
How many of us would back down?
How often have we stood our ground, felt anger and bitterness, because we wanted to win and have the other person say I'm sorry?
Isn't it good enough to know in our hearts that we can bring an end to hostility with a couple of words?
It is good enough for me.
And I thank Edith for her quiet strength.


Tuesday, June 16, 2009

WHY?

Anyway,” she (God) whispers, wrapping me up in her tender but firm embrace, “the presence of pain doesn't indicate the absence of love. Often pain is present because of love. I also don’t remember promising anyone that there would be no crosses to bear. But don’t let that concern you either. I’m good with crosses. Together we can do this.” (excerpt from The Beauty of Ambiguity, by Paul Young-author of The Shack. Read entire piece at: http://www.windrumors.com/43/the-beauty-of-ambiguity-mystery/)

Not very many days go by lately where I do not think "Why is this happening to me, to us?"
When things become difficult in our lives, when problems seem overwhelming, when we always try to do right to others and then nothing seems to go right in our lives, we almost inevitably start to ask why.
I know God does not promise us perfect lives. He/She promises to love us, promises to walk with us. God promises to be there and help with the load we bear.
I would much rather God wave a staff (magic wands do not fit our Lord) and make my life easy. Oh, I do not need perfection, but would like to at least have my worry of losing our home taken away. If that stress is relieved I think I can deal with everything else. At least it would be easier.
Some evenings I think, "Lord, I have always tried to be a good person, always tried to do the right things and be kind and considerate of others. Why do I have to go through all of this?"
Six years ago I never would have imagined going through what trials we have been facing. Six years ago my husband was not seriously ill, he had been working with his company for about 20 years weathering four ownership changes, and we were doing well. I was even planning for when my parents got too old to care for themselves. We were going to buy a property with a few acres that had two homes on it so I could care for them and still let them have their independence and privacy. It would all be perfect. It was all planned.
Then my husband found out he had diabetes, began getting more ill, developed other medical problems, and 2 years ago he lost his job. His emotional state began to decline along with his physical state. Our lives drastically changed. My world of 'happily ever after' began to erode.
We never expect these things. And when they happen, we go through so many emotions--shock, fear, sorrow, grief, anger, depression, embarrassment, frustration, worry--so many emotions over and over again. And now in these economic times, many people are dealing with problems, many financially based. But knowing this does not diminish our feelings.
I hear from friends, relatives, and my pastor that God is there for us, to let go and let God, to lean on Him and allow Him to help with the load. But it is not as easily done as it is said. I do have faith, and I pray. But then I have moments of feeling alone, fearful and worried . I then feel so far from God, so distant and forgotten. And faith falters.
I am sure I am not the only one having these difficult experiences and feelings and doubts. And I wish having complete faith was easier.
I try to handle one day at a time, to take things in baby steps rather than leaping upon them like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. If I did that I would be trampled. So each morning I say to myself, "I just have to get through today. I will do tomorrow, tomorrow."
Once in awhile I slip and find myself worrying about next week or next month, and I have to remind myself I cannot handle more than one day at a time and worrying about the future only gains more worry.
And I keep busy. I go to my women writers group, go to work, go to poetry readings, go to parties, attend events at the college where I work, go to church, take nature photographs, write and try to fill hours so I do not have so much time to ponder problems.
Maybe that is how God has told me to handle things, I don't know.
But sometimes I wish God would scoop me up in His/Her arms, rock me like a baby, and sing soft lullabies.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

THINGS TO DO LISTS

Right now I am watching a movie on LMN (Lifetime Movie Network) entitled 7 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I AM 30. The female star moves back home with her mother after having lost her job and apartment and discovers a list she had made when she was a teenager of 7 things she had planned to do before her 30th birthday. The 7 things were: 1. Be honest with her brother about hiding a letter from a girl she did not like her brother dating. 2. Forgive her mother. 3. Skinny Dip. 4. Dance under the moon. 5. Sky dive 6. Be a rock star and 7. marry Danny Hart (her H.S. sweetheart).
Now she is one month shy of her 30th birthday and decides she is going to do all the things on her list. She and her sister go to a bar and they are having a "contest" where people are invited to come up on stage and sing and whoever wins is a "rock star." Her sister tells her this is her chance to eliminate one item from her list, so she sings and wins. It also happens that her old high school sweetheart is in the audience with his now fiancee. He is also on her list!
She pays a manager of a pool to let her have the keys for one hour so she can fulfill her skinny dipping wish. She forgets to lock the door, and her old H.S. sweetheart happens to see her car in the parking lot, stops and goes in. He takes off his clothes down to his boxers and jumps in. When he finds out why she is there he dons his boxers and then she takes off here bikini. Nothing happens except talk. (I know you all were expecting some romance).
She tells her brother the truth about hiding a letter from him because she had not liked the girl and felt he would not be happy with her, so he tells her she must go with him and do something without question. He tricks her into the skydiving, and as they jump he tells her he knew what she had done.
She forgives her mother for having pushed her to accomplish things in her life, which now she understands that her mother only wanted the best for her.
She takes a drive with her old H. S. sweetheart and they end up at the gazebo where the prom was held. This is where she dances under the moon.
But the boyfriend she left behind when she lost her job and apartment in the other city, comes to see her and tell her how much he loves her.
When he sees her with her old sweetheart and finds our who he is from her mother, he decides to leave. It is then that she realizes he is the man she wants, especially after reading his list of 7 things he wants to do (all seven say MAKE LAURIE HAPPY). Yes, sappy but funny. And it made me think.
Watching this I realize that at one time we all have had lists, either written or in our minds, of things we wanted to do. Some of those may have been silly and trivial, like her skinny dipping (yes, I had that on my list but have yet to do it! Sad, as even my parents have done this!!), but some may have been very important to us.
And some of those wish lists items are ones that can never be fulfilled ( I always wanted a daughter named Amanda).
Things that I wanted to do when I was young would not fit into my list now due to physical limitations. But I could create a new list. And it would be things I want to do before I am 70 since I passed 30 twenty-seven years ago!
Maybe it is time each of us makes a "dream" list, set a date that allows us the time to save or work towards making them come true, and slowly work towards them. And if they are accomplished, they will seem sweeter because of the effort. Dreams planned when so young and inexperienced usually do fall by the wayside because we think we have all the time in the world to accomplish them. But once we pass 50 we come to the realization that our time is limited and it passes by far too quickly.
I think I am going to go and ponder what I want on my list. After all, it is also worth some thought right now!
I don't have all the time in the world!!

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

EMBRACE THE RAIN


After the celebration of sunshine we had a taste of rain.
On campus I heard students and staff muttering complaints, yet here I was reveling in the steamy, sensual scent and the embrace of the moisture. I knew flora and fauna were lapping it up and regenerating, gaining vigor for new growth. Birds were playfully frolicking in fresh puddles, splashing like children. Streams and rivers pleasured in the melodies played upon them by the raindrops. Sparkling dew decorated leaves and flowers like dazzling diamonds.
And I, I closed my eyes, breathed in the balmy scent and recalled passion.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

STROLLING TO ESCAPE

I have felt quite overwhelmed lately with so many problems, both financially and emotional, so on Saturday (May 16th) I escaped once again with my camera. As you can see, I ended up at the Oregon City elevator and experienced the new displays in the elevator observatory as well as in the walkway below. I was bit saddened to see that the painted murals were gone, but understood the reasoning behind it all. They did memorialize the old murals with photographs on display in the observatory area of the elevator.
I took a little walk downtown to photograph a couple of the murals there and discovered that one had been painted over and no longer exists.


But I did find a couple and snapped shots of them for posterity.






This mural above & to the right shows how I think Oregon City's downtown area may have looked years ago. Unfortunately I do not know the history of the mural, but do find it very attractive.

This mural displays pioneers on the Oregon Trail, and the one on the horse looks like he is shaking the hand of Dr. John McLoughlin. McLoughlin built Fort Vancouver in Washington!
In 1841 Dr. John McLoughlin was knighted by Queen Victoria at Buckingham Palace, and he is known as 'The Father of Oregon.'
He was buried in the churchyard of St. John's Catholic church in Oregon City.
Notice you can see Mt. Hood in the background.
I wish I could read what the gentleman with his back to us is writing in his diary.














This mural shows Dr. Forbes Barclay who was a medical doctor who early in his adult life served on Arctic explorations. He came from Scotland to Fort Vancouver as a Hudson's Bay Company physician in 1840. He moved to Oregon City in 1850 and became prominent in the community. He served as mayor, on the school board, as the first coroner in Oregon as well as a physician in the growing town. The mural depicts the doctor rendering care to a patient and Dr. Barclay making a house call.
I also enjoyed some of the various flowers during my outing. Here are some poppies shining so golden!
They looked beautiful!
And some gorgeous purple irises.
I felt so relaxed when I returned home. It may have been a waste of time when I should have been vacuuming, cleaning carpet, weeding gardens, washing laundry, and scrubbing the refrigerator, but it was time for me. I needed that escape from all the responsibilities, the troubles, the worries and the stress.
Taking the time for myself may have been selfish but if I do not think about myself, who will?
And you know what--there will be more escapes in the future!!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

NOT A LONG-STEMMED ROSE

A friend is doing a workshop with a few people to teach us how to write and do freelance writing jobs. I thought I would look into it as a way to supplement my income. Her first assignment to us was to write about ourselves. So, below is what I wrote. Now I warn you that I wrote this around 11:30 pm!! Happy reading!
My name is Rose, though I have always wished to be an Amanda. Amanda always sounded more worldly, more exotic, like someone out of a romance novel. ‘As Amanda strolled along the Promenade, her laughter dancing across her lips, she was unaware of the loving eyes watching her pass.’
The one-syllable Rose just seems to fly past the lips too quickly. But the three-syllable Amanda lingers, causing the lips to touch tenderly for a moment and end with a soft sigh. I cannot change my name as my mother would be heart-broken (her name is Rose as well), and, at my age and shape (or lack of it), the quickly spoken Rose suits me more now. The limp in my gait definitely does not suit an Amanda.
I am a romanticist. When young, I read books where the men in them always said the right words to make a young lady’s heart flutter. But in real life I discovered that many men have no idea of how to romance a girl and they definitely never read the same books as I had! Oh, I found a few who partially fit some of the scenarios. One young suitor played the piano, flute, 12-string guitar AND wrote songs and poetry, but he also enjoyed partying with his buddies a bit too much for me.
Another suitor fit the description of an Adonis, with a build so perfect that all of my friends (and my mother) would swoon each time they saw him. He was quiet and serious, and loved photography like I did, but was always taking so many photographs of me that I became uncomfortable. Besides, he wanted to marry and I was just too young at 20 (he was 6 years older). He’d had his time to date and I had only been doing so for 2 years. (THIS is another story).
After a few more short romances, I came to the conclusion that the man created through the books and my heart did not exist. Sometimes we women have such high expectations that they can lead us to a great letdown.
Was I introducing myself? I think I wandered! Back to me…..I love photography and feel so free and at peace when I am out snapping pictures. I have often been told that I wasted too much film (thank goodness for digital now) as my photographs frequently consisted of mountain scenes, animals, old buildings, historic sights, flowers, bugs…..and occasionally I did get relatives in a shot here and there. I snapped many photographs of my little nieces and nephews once they came along. Children are such fascinating and fun subjects. When my son graced our lives, he was the star of many photographs for years until puberty, when he decided he no longer enjoyed mom constantly snapping pictures of him. Uncool. Now I have returned to photographing flowers, bugs, landscapes, mountains, animals…..
I enjoy writing poetry, though the mood must be perfect and I must be inspired. I do not imagine myself as a great poet, but am elated when someone reads one of my poems and says they enjoyed it or relate to it or it touched them. I have three self-made chapbooks of poetry and have imagined that one day long after I am gone, someone will discover copies and read them and say, ‘She was pretty good.’ In my dreams!
Another past time that I enjoy is needlepoint. I do not see very many people working with needlepoint these days and am wondering if it is becoming a lost art. I have enjoyed creating 3-dimensional needlepoint crafts and always make a needlepoint Christmas stocking (my own designs) for each new family member. I have thus far created 47 stockings for family members, and at one time made 30 stockings for sale for $20 each. It kept my hands busy! And the smiles when they were presented were well worth all of the work!
I enjoy making people smile. My supervisor tells me that I am an accommodating person and far more patient than she is. I take that as a compliment. I am a lover, dreamer, mother, friend, and romanticist–not a fighter. Yep, that’s me.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

THE REDHEAD IN THE FAMILY



This is Viviana, my brother Jim's granddaughter. Holding her is her Aunt Heather. As you can see, little Viviana is definitely a redhead!! My mom says I had auburn hair (says it means it had a hint of red). Viviana is so cute! I only get to experience her through stories and photographs but hope one day to be able to afford to go visit and see my family. It has been a long time since I have been there. I think it was in 2005. Now if I could just talk all of my family into moving to Oregon!! LOL

Saturday, May 2, 2009

A SERMON ON MILK

I joined the Writers Club at Clackamas Community College a few years ago. It is different from the Chrysalis Women Writers group in several aspects. Chrysalis is more of a workshop style with wonderful women of varying ages. Writers club is mostly young people and a mix of men and women, I being the oldest of the group and the unofficial "mom," and is run differently. We do share writing, but mostly it is social. They also are active in various events on campus, have a contest each year, at some meetings have writing challenges, and now have started a workshop after the meeting each Friday from 5-6 pm to support those in the group working on books.
The kids in Writers club help me stay a bit more youthful and definitely make me laugh.
This last meeting one of the members named Sean Huggins had written a piece on the purities of milk as opposed to milk substitutes. He asked Greg Stein, the club president, to read it as a preacher reading a sermon. Greg morphed into a Southern Baptist minister and the attached video is how it all came out. It was so funny!!
video

Monday, April 27, 2009

BEAUTY SURROUNDS US



Over the weekend I felt a need to escape and took my camera with me. I ended up on the Clackamas Community College campus once again and walked through the back gardens area near the greenhouses. I decided to experiment with trying to capture color and texture. I found myself marveling at the variety all around me once I opened my eyes and looked at things with different angles. In this photo you can see that I decided to stand under the tree and look up through the lens. It was dizzying and inspiring!

So...guess what?! I tried it again! But this time under a more colorful tree. I then found that while I was looking skyward through the branches I began to think about God and suddenly I spoke out loud to Him. "This day is so nice! The flowers and trees are so beautiful! Thank you!"
It is probably a good thing that no one was around as the may have thought I was a little nuts, but I did feel happy to say that big Thank You!!
I have decided that I am going to see something each day that he has created, smile, and whisper a THANK YOU.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

SPRING IN MY STEP


Today after church I felt the need to escape to nature, so I headed to Mary S. Young State Park over in West Linn on 43. I had my camera with me and as I strolled taking in the scents, sounds and sights, I snapped a few photographs to capture what I witnessed. I strolled slowly, my eyes darting all around, even up to the treetops. I spied birds chasing each other through the branches, squirrels lazily relaxing in trees or on the ground, and a few butterflies gently floating by. I saw young golden leaves lit up by the sunshine, trillium blossoming, and other natural beauty. The aromas were wonderful. I could almost smell the warmth in them! Of course, there were also people strolling and jogging and each face I passed smiled back at me. That was as warming as the sunshine!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

PURRRFECT LOVE



I am a cat lover. Cats are wonderful, and no two are alike. I own three cats, all female(at one time years ago I had 12! And NOT cheaper by the dozen!) Each cat has its own distinct personality just as people do.
The oldest is about 16 and her name is Patches. I raised her from a tiny kitten of 4 weeks. She is a lovely calico who claims ownership of me. When I am home, she insists on being on my lap at all times. Patches is not very happy when I remove her to do any activity. She will often give a guttural low growl, letting me know that she does not enjoy being dethroned. Even in bed she insists upon lying on top of me for as long as possible and gets miffed when I roll over. Patches rules over the youngest cat, who is submissive to her even though she is twice the size. But Patches also has her moments of mothering when she will wrap her arms around Kala's neck and gently lick her ears and face.

Next in line is Mooshoo, a gray striped tabby, who is about 8 years old. We acquired her when her owner, who had found her as a feral kitten, could no longer keep her. Now, I think Mooshoo is male in spirit if not in body. She is very aggressive with cat and human alike. Mooshoo always chases Patches. There is no love lost between the two of them! Mooshoo will not allow anyone to pet her unless it is her idea. When she wants some affection, she will jump onto a lap and allow petting for a short time before she decides she has had enough and will hiss, scratch or bite. She has a swagger to her walk--really, she does! Mooshoo likes to hide behind furniture or sit upon the stairs and attack your legs when trying to pass her. Sometimes she will seat herself upon the back of my rocker/recliner, and when she has decided that I am rocking too much, she will attack my head with her claws. But she is also so active, racing around, playing with toys, and making me laugh at her antics. She is the only cat who will sit upon my husbands lap!

Lastly, but not the least, is Kala. Kala was about 4 weeks old when she entered our home and my heart 3 years ago. This black bundle with a dash of white on her neck under her chin, is definitely mama's baby. I must admit to favoring her the most because of her loving, gentle personality. Whenever I come home, she is often seen peering out the window and runs to the door to greet me as I enter. Kala can barely wait for me to set down my purse before eagerly demanding that I hoist her up into my arms and allow her to hug me and kiss my face, all the while purring so loudly she can be heard across a room. This action alone endears her to my heart! Kala follows me wherever I go in the house. If I am downstairs,she is there watching me. When I head upstairs, she quickly follows. Kala loves to cuddle at night, and since Patches claims queen-of-the-hill (or in this case, the hill is me!), Kala often will come and nuzzle at my neck pushing her head at my covers until I raise them for her to climb under and cuddle up to me, all the while thrumming away. That purring is so soothing! If I glance down and say, "what a pretty baby!" when Kala is seated on the floor, she will immediately flop down and roll around on her back as if to say, "Look at me! I am so cute!" Now how can anyone resist such a sweetie!!

Those who do not enjoy the love of a cat do not know what they are missing. Even the rowdiest can bring laughter and love into your life.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

FACING FEAR

UNSPEAKABLE

She tells me it has been there
since last year, growing inside her,
like an unknown seed.
They did not see it
until this years mammogram.
She says she is hopeful,
the doctors are hopeful,
her family is hopeful.

She has only uttered the word
cancer once, choosing instead
to use the word it
when she speaks;
They will remove her breast
because of it,
use radiation to destroy
anything it left behind.
The word makes me think
of monsters in horror films.
I guess in a way, it is.

Though it is not my fault,
I say ‘I’m sorry.’
As she gazes off
into the distance
tears jewel
in her eyes.

I wrote that poem after thinking about my grandmother who died from breast cancer and women I have known who have gone through surgery, treatment and the fear of facing their mortality because of that invader in their bodies.
Some found it so unbelievable that saying the word 'cancer' was much too difficult. It was as if uttering that word gave the growth life and strength, not only in them but over them.
I have thought about what I would do, how I would face things, if the doctor were to tell me that I had breast cancer, or any cancer, growing in my body, invading my life.
I do not think I could stay calm or strong. I think I would wrap my arms around myself, climb into bed, and cry, long and hard. Oh, I know I would do all I could to fight it, to battle the beast and prevent it from taking over and destroying me. I would not go quiet into that good night, I would rage, as the poet Dylan Thomas wrote. But I would cry. I would think about all the things I had wanted to do but never had the time, and all the loved ones I would have to say good bye to if the treatments did not work. I would pray and get angry and feel sad.
And I would question God as to the reason I must face this terror, this pain, this tribulation. It seems that whenever things are not going well we do tend to face God and ask 'Why me? Why now? What have I done?' And if treatments do not work and we face the end of our life, we feel anger. Why were my prayers not answered? Why did He not step in and make things better?
Common sense goes out the window when we face the end. I know God does not make the bad things happen and he cannot always make a miracle. After all, if everyone who prayed for a cure were cured our world would be so overpopulated.
We cannot always have what we want. But God is there for us.
When I think of that, it does not make things any easier, does not make me think that I would face the end with a smile and at peace and with no fear.
I would be sad, angry, fearful, and pray that God will be there for me when it is all over.
I want to believe above all else, that there is more after the end.
I want to believe.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

GHOULISH GOURDS (AND SOME FUNNY ONES, TOO)


While waiting for my dinner to finish cooking, I decided to surf the Internet and decided to see how creative people have been with pumpkins. I know...Halloween is aways off, but it still is fun to see and wish I could be so artistic.
Some I found were scary, some artistic and some funny, but all very unique!
Certain ones made me think of some people I know as they related to their interests, writing, etc. Don't miss seeing the Obama pumpkin!
So I hope you will enjoy these and maybe be inspired this coming Halloween to try your hand at something artistic with one of those big orange gourds!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

PRETTY KITTY (AND THEN SOME)

I was taking a break from preparing for doing our taxes and thought about the part of my blog when I looked at dogs dressed in costumes. So I decided to look and see if people dressed their cats in costume (why not? I have done it!) Admit it, those of you with cats have most likely done it at least once. As I journeyed through the sites, I thought that many of the cats looked cute in their costumes and less silly than dogs (but also looked like they were planning revenge!)
My favorite--Hello Kitty! That is the one above.
I will post the others to the right for you all to view. You will enjoy them!!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A BLUSHING ROSE

For some reason I began reminiscing and started looking at all the photographs I have scanned and put onto my jump drive. I was really surprised at how many I have!
Then I saw this one....of me going to my first formal dance. It was not at my high school but at the one my sister attended (yes, we attended different high schools). The boy was one of her friends in a group she hung out with and they also allowed me to "join in" even though I was 1 1/2 years older than them (but was not that mature, as my mom always says). I seemed to fit in with them much better.
Anyways, to get back to the story, this young man, Raul Fernandez, had been through a few "rough" dates with me in which I had thrown up all over his car each time he would put an arm around me. After the first incident, I was sure I would never hear from him again, yet he returned and asked me out time and time again!! I think it was on the 5th date when I finally relaxed and realized he was not going to attack me!!! (This nervousness evolved from my father's warnings about boys!)
He was always a gentlemen, though he tried to act like the suave man-about-town.
I was so excited as I'd always wanted to go to a formal dance. My mother and grandmother had worked to make my dress from a pattern I had picked out.
My mother had taken me to have my hair and make-up done. Between the dress and the hair and the make-up I felt like a beauty. I felt confident. I was not the knock-kneed awkward young girl, but a blossoming young lady!!
I can remember walking into the dance and feeling so proud and lovely. Raul made me feel great, too, as he focused all his attention upon me and whenever another boy asked for a dance, he would say, "Okay, as long as you bring her back to me."
That first formal! I am sure some of you have a memory like that.
The first time you wore a gown and received a corsage. The first time you were pampered and decked out.
I can remember my mom with tears in her eyes saying how lovely I was, my dad snapping photographs, and Raul's nervousness as he pinned the corsage upon my dress (and probably worried about being careful not to touch the wrong "place" as my dad looked on, or poking me with that huge pearl pin!) This was the first time I was the center of attention!
I cherish this memory!!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

WASTED DAY


Today I wanted to escape everything--the news, the bills, the worry, the stress--so I hopped in my car and took off, not really sure where I would go. I ended up in the little forested area at Clackamas Community College near the Art Building. I keep a bag of unsalted raw peanuts in my car, so I grabbed the bag and my camera and sat on the picnic table there. As I began shelling nuts and tossing them onto the ground, I noticed movement all around me. Slowly, squirrels began to saunter up to me and as they enjoyed the nuts, I relaxed, took deep breaths, smiled and snapped photographs. For awhile I was free of the whole world, and it was just this moment of peaceful bonding between me and nature. It was wonderful!
Time passed and when I checked, it was 1:30 pm. I was reaching for my keys when a small piece of paper fell from my purse. When I looked at it I read about Lawson Inada, Oregon's Poet Laureate, appearing at Milwaukie Public Library's Pond House from 2-4 pm. Hmmm.....should I go home and dive into housework and chores, or go see him.
Next thing I knew I was driving down McLoughlin headed to see Lawson!
It was fun. He read a couple of his poems and then he talked on the WW 2 Japanese/American Internment camps. He had been there when he was about 5 years old. Then he had people who were alive then share their memories. Afterwards he had a little workshop where he had us write 2 haiku's (which he says does not have to have the 5-7-5 syllable restriction). He instructed us to write one about TODAY; to think of something today that we saw, felt, experienced, heard, etc.
Well, I immediately thought of my morning with the squirrels, and here is what I composed:

The squirrel gazed at me,
I tossed raw nuts on the ground.
His paws touch in prayer.


His second theme was READING. My creation was the following:

Words paint a picture.
I enter a dream-like world.
Worries left behind.

I may not have done the vacuuming, mopping, dusting, etc. but I feel I did accomplish a lot today----I relaxed.

Monday, February 2, 2009

ANOTHER POEM

MUSE

What happened to the woman
who had such soft curves? she speculates,
turning from the mirror, ungainly
in her movement, damp hair clinging
to her neck in curlicues.

She rotates the ring that orbits her finger, recalling
the sweet scent of tempestuous love
when their souls co-mingled, his hands drifted
lingeringly along her electrified skin, honey
flowed from his lips to hers.

She is drained by the drama
of their separately joined lives,
the words that ricochet between them.
She longs to be irresistibly desired,
a Muse of passion.

Crumpled memories lie in the depths
of a drawer, occasionally unearthed
to hark back to what once was.
But their exhumations
have become infrequent.

Gazing out the window she watches
rain create miniature craters
in muddy soil while the saffron eyes
of her cat keep intense watch
over each movement she makes.

SHARING A POEM I WROTE

RAIN LANGUAGE

The rain ceases, leaving wrinkles
upon the earth; plumes of clouds
float sluggishly overhead,
depleted of energy.

Worms expelled from soggy soil
create undecipherable script
upon the moist sidewalk, native
code talkers furtively communicating.

Watery diamonds quiver upon
a single strand of spider silk,
embellishing the uplifted arm
of a fir swaying to a rumba beat.

Rain-pasted leaves fashion
a collage of environmental textures
alongside the river running brown
with the flesh of the mountains.

A shivering wind creates rings
that echo across scattered puddles.
Along the pathway miniature craters
comprise a moonscape on which I stroll.

Stars swim in puddles and river
and I recall memories of grunion dancing
on a California beach one sultry
summer evening, defying my grasp.

The fragrance of grass after the rain
is a breathtaking essence
of renewal and beginnings,
an aide memoire of growth.

I witness the writing of water
across windows, and covet
its clarity.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

SNOW AGAIN

When I awoke this morning and glanced out the window my first thought was, "OH NO! Not snow again!!"
I felt worried, frustrated, and anxious. Will I be able to drive in it to get to work? What about getting home if it continues to fall all day??
I cannot afford to lose more work! I need the money!!
I was getting worked up.
Then I glanced out the window again and noticed how lacy the trees look, how softened everything was.
My next thought was, "Maybe God is sending many of us a message." Maybe it is just to tell us to slow down. Maybe he wants us to notice the world around us and its beauty.
Who knows...but I suddenly decided that working myself up was not going to accomplish anything good. And I realized that so much lately things had been upsetting me more and I was not as relaxed as I should be.
Yes, there are good reasons why I have been so much in turmoil lately and mostly it deals with financial woes and having to deal with bill collectors, arranging payment options, etc. But I am doing the best I can with what little I have. It is not easy and it makes me emotional at times worrying about what will happen tomorrow, next week, next month. What does it accomplish? Well, my blood pressure is up, my diabetes has been less controllable, headaches plague me, I can burst into tears at a moments notice.....
Yes, maybe God wants me to notice the beauty, take a deep breath, and relax.
At least for today, that is what I choose to believe!

Monday, January 26, 2009

PONDERING PAST AND FUTURE

We all get older with time. Our appearances change.
You find you are not sharing all the same interests or friends anymore. Sometimes you do not seem to be able to have a compatible conversation with each other. Often you feel like you are strangers and may even think “this is not the person I married.” And it may be more true than you want to believe.
And that is not all that changes through the years.
Her breasts begin to sag, and her abdomen may no longer be as tight and "sexy" as it was. His stomach may have expanded and his hair may have thinned. Both may begin to notice double chins, saggy upper arms, bags under the eyes, various veins on the legs, and graying hair.
There’s no longer that spring in the step anymore. You notice aches in joints and seem to wear out much quicker. You avoid activities that may make you sore, achy, and tired.
You start observing each other’s bad habits and irritating behaviors and the everyday worries of life can cause a disconnection between you. One day you will look at your spouse, companion or mate and wonder what has happened.
You have grown apart. You no longer can agree on anything. You begin to feel that there is nothing left to hold you together.
You may begin to reminisce about the “good old days” when you seemed inseparable. You look at the old photographs and smile while remembering.
You should be grateful for what you have had in your life and relationships. You are who you are in this moment because of your experiences, the people you've met, and the events and stories that have touched your life. Those memories should be remembered with joy and love. They should always be a part of your life that you cherish and do not regret.
Relationships may deteriorate and people may drift apart. But that does not mean that cherished memories should be trampled or forgotten. They are a part of you.
Hold onto them, remember them and be thankful for them.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

PETS AND WHAT PEOPLE DO TO THEM



A friend had sent me a couple photos of animals in costume so I got to looking on-line to see if there was a variety of costumes. I was very surprised to find that there were some very unique costumes out there for your furry friends!
After getting giggles over them, I began to wonder at what the little furry felines and puzzled pooches must have thought. Now it is my thinking that the cats would have had far deeper thoughts on their predictaments. Probably a few choice words about their owners may have passed through their thoughts. And I am sure many may have plotted some sort of revenge.
The dogs...well, in my belief, dogs seem to give less thought as to what they may look like and only relish in the attention they would have been receiving, no matter how foolish they may look. I think that is why there are more photographs of dogs in costume than cats.
All of us who are animal lovers have at one time or another put little sweaters, booties, hats, glasses or scarves upon our precious pets. Then we would sit back and smile or laugh, ohh and ahh, and snap photo's of the poor pussys or pooches.
We do not do it to torture them. We just think they are so adorable already that we merely want to make them even more so!
Here to the right I share more photo's that I found on-line for all fellow animal afficianados to enjoy! And smile!

Thursday, January 1, 2009

2009 HAS BEGUN

Our new year morning was spent without electricity for several hours so I stayed cuddled in bed wrapped in blankets to keep warm. Without electricity we have no heat! I had three cats cuddled with me. I also learned that our smoke alarm system, which is hard wired into the house, needs new back-up batteries placed in all of them because once the electricity went off, they all began beeping every few minutes. That is what they do to let you know the batteries are low and need replacing. You can imagine how irritating that was since I am not tall enough to reach them even standing on a chair. Clay cannot get onto a chair so have to have Jimmy replace them later today.
Today the college is closed so I am home. No plans as it is blowing quite hard outside and the rain is pouring down. The backyard is a mess of broken branches from the heavy snow and then from this bad wind which started last night.
While I was cuddled up under the blankets listening to the lulling sounds of Kala purring, I was thinking about all of my family and friends and wondering how they welcomed the new year and what plans they have made. I also was giving thanks for each and every one of them. I have been so blessed with such caring and loving family and friends. I do not know what this year holds for me and mine, but if I have my family and my friends I know I can get through quite a bit.
Thank you all for your love, caring and kindness.
God Bless each and every one.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

IT'S MELTING! IT'S MELTING!


We had about 1-2 inches of snow during the night but today it began melting. In the early hours I could hear "PLOP" and "CRACK" as some branches broke off because of too much weight and some just dumped their snow. It continued all day today with branches dumping snow and small pieces of fir twigs with it. This picture shows what it looked like early this afternoon in the backyard.
Clay drove into the grocery store today to get batteries (electricity went out for a couple hours after he left) for flashlights and his prescriptions and some food.
He said that he was glad to have chains on and he drove slowly, but he said others were going too fast. One lady passed him and was doing about 40 he said, and a little while later he saw her skidded off on the side of the road.
I am hoping that all of the snow melts off before Monday so I will be able to return to work.
Like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz, I am glad it is melting!!!

Monday, December 22, 2008

WILL IT EVER STOP????!!





These photos shows how much snow we have had, and it is still falling. It has not stopped since 4:30 pm yesterday! We have been housebound since last Thursday, and today is Monday. As expected, the college and all schools are closed. The news announced that we have not had this much snow since 1968. Apparently we passed another record for snowfall. I am not thrilled about a record being broken, I just want to go to work and escape the house!
Our electricity went on and off most of last night and we hope it will not go out completely as none of our flashlights have good batteries and we cannot get out to buy any!
Wish us luck. And if you do not hear from me in a few days--send help!!

Saturday, December 20, 2008

SNOW SNOW SNOW! PLEASE GO! GO! GO!!!


Here's a picture I took a little while ago of our over abundance of snow here at our house in Oregon City, OR. It is still coming down as I type. Not sure when it will stop!
The picture looks like dusk but it was taken in the middle of the day!! The look, the feel, the aura of the day is gray. Dim. lifeless, hushed, quiet...really rather eerie.
It almost has the feel of being in a horror movie.
Or maybe it is the snowbound effect happening to me. I am seriously considering adding some color to this scene; filling a squirt gun with water tinted by food coloring, taking aim at all this cold white canvas and painting away!!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

A DAY OF CHANGE

Today it was free of snow and ice due to rain and warmer weather (if you call 38 degrees warm!). So due to this change, I was able to go to work for a few hours. I am glad of that as the money is much needed, and I was going stir crazy.
I got a lot done--I was able to go through all of our student files and update them, put final touches on 3 contracts with ASL interpreters, and arrange payment on 5 bills from ASL interpreters. Before I knew it, it was almost 5 pm and time to head home!
On the way home I decided to stop at the grocery store to pick up milk, some meat and a few necessities, and I am glad I made that decision as the snow started coming down once more and it was sticking.
Since I do not have snow tires or chains, I had to head home before all the melted slushy snow on the roads froze.
By10 p.m. my neighborhood was covered in a soft white blanket of snow.
Today is also a special day because it is my mother's birthday!! I will not divulge her age, but will just say that she is spiritually a young vibrant woman filled with laughter and love.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!! I LOVE YOU!

Monday, December 15, 2008

TOO MUCH SNOW & ICE


We have very icy conditions here and it is 18 degrees outside. Clay says that it is below that with the wind chill factor. All I know is that it is very, very cold!!!
Clay took me to the grocery store and we experienced some sliding on the road which scared me! We needed supplies but was not sure we would make it there and back. Wonder if Albertson's would allow us to camp out there??
All schools were closed, so I did not get to work, and it looks as though we may not be working most of this week. This means less pay for the month.
Driving conditions are very dangerous. I am not keen on driving in icy conditions so will not do so. It is dangerous going the mile and a half down the steep hill that leads up to our neighborhood. I am not a dare devil or thrill seeker so will stick it out here cuddled in a warm blanket drinking hot cocoa and hot tea and reading a good book, writing and playing on the computer.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

THE SHACK

This morning (Saturday, Dec. 13th) my friend Barbara Froman took me to see the author of the national bestseller book THE SHACK, William Paul Young,talk about his book. He had written the book originally just for his family and friends and paid to have it printed. Then his friends pushed him to send it out to publishers. No one wanted his book, so then 2 of his friends decided to create their own publishing company and sell it themselves. And that is how it all started. He said that through word of mouth, the books began to sell and now a million copies have been printed up and orders continue to pour in. He said he is amazed by it all.
He was an excellent speaker and moved everyone in the room. I have not read the book yet, but a friend got one for me today and now I am starting. I have been warned that it will make you cry and move you. So far everyone I have met who has read it has wonderful things to say about the book and how it touched them. If it is anything like the way he spoke, it should be great. I wished they had videotaped him as he was the best speaker I had ever heard! What is funny is that he spoke to a group of about 200 at a retirement center here in Oregon City because a friend asked him to do so! No charge for it either!!
I am thankful that Barbara thought of me and invited me to go with her.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

KUBICHEK FAMILY CHRISTENING

My lovely sister-in-law, Sophie, sent me via email some new photographs of the family. Take a look at this family! I may be prejudice, but they look so great! And such handsome little boys, all three of them!
Sophie is one of the sweetest people I have ever met and she is such a loving mother.
This is a photo showing Sophie and her husband, Bob, with their sons Jake, Mason and Ben (the youngest). This is at Ben's christening.
I can definitely predict these boys breaking hearts when they grow up!

JESSICA'S LITTLE GIRL, EMMA ROSE


Here are a few more photographs (to the right) of Jessica's little girl, Emma Rose! She is so adorable! One photograph shows Jessica holding Emma. Jessica looks very happy, and Clay says she looks a lot like her mother, Laura (his sister). Emma looks like a little china doll--so petite and delicate. Jessica is my niece and is such a sweet girl. I am so glad that Jessica is sending me photographs of her and Emma. We had been out of touch for years but she was always in my thoughts and prayers.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

EMMA ROSE, WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!


Little Emma Rose Piatz!
I am adding photo's of Emma Rose to those on the right. She is so adorable and cute! Look at those beautiful blue eyes! I know she will be daddy's little girl!
Jessica is so happy to be a mother again and this has been a blessing for her. Emma has brought change into Jessica's life, and I think God for that.
Babies are blessings, especially in this case.

BROGAN ALAN YORK IS HERE


While I can, I want to post a few more photographs of baby Brogan! He is so cute and cuddly!
I have had a few visits with him and also with Sue (my best friend) as she was up here for 2 weeks to assist Christina (and I think Christina got spoiled by that! LOL). Sue is gramma and I am Nana Rose. I have known Christina all her life, seen her blossom from child to teen to woman to mother. I know Sue is very proud of her daughter and very happy to have a grandchild!!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

MY BEST FRIEND BECOMES A GRANDMOTHER!

Susan McDonald, my best friend since high school, became a grandmother for the first time! On August 4th at 1:20 am her daughter, Christina York, gave birth to a son!
He weighed 7 lbs 7 oz and was 20 " long. His name is Brogan Alan York! He surprised everyone by deciding to be born 3 weeks early!
He is a cutie!! I get to be the "adopted" grandma! He will be calling me "Nana" Rose!
I am sure I will be called on for babysitting on occasion and will enjoy doing so!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

BENJAMIN JOINS THE FAMILY!!

I admit it...I have not been doing well at keeping my blog up to date. So today I am adding the latest happy news!
My lovely sister-in-law, Sophie Kubichek, had her 3rd son on Friday, May 23rd at 4:35 pm, and he weighed 9 pounds 2 oz. His name is Benjamin Gene Kubichek.
Here is a photo of him. He is so adorable!! He looks so perfect!
I am sure Marie-France and Chan are thrilled to become grandparents again! And I know Marie_France will be more than happy to volunteer to babysit! I know I would. All there is left to say is...
Welcome to the family, Ben!

Saturday, May 10, 2008

MY NIECE, JESSICA, HAS A BABY!

I was very surprised to receive pictures of a baby from my father-in-law, Chan Lefebvre. Then was even more surprised when he told me they were pictures of Jessica's baby! Jessica is the daughter of Clay's deceased sister, Laura.
We had not heard from Jessica in a long time (too long) and did not even know where she was!
I am so happy to find out that she is safe and happy. I had been praying for her for a long time.
I have such sweet memories of her. We spent a lot of time with her and her brother, Jason, when they were young. Such sweet memories!
On the right are pictures of Jessica and the baby, who is named Emma Rose Piatz (note the middle name! Wonder if that is after me!!). Emma only weighed 3 pounds 12 ounces when born, so she has to stay in the hospital for a few days, but seems to be doing well. She is not hooked up to a lot of stuff like small babies I have seen before. Chan keeps me informed and forwards the photographs. He is so nice.
I am hoping to get in touch with Jessica and speak with her soon!

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

I WON!!

Today I was told that I won 3rd place and an Honorable Mention in the Clackamas Community College Writers Club Contest. I had entered 3 of my poems in the poetry category. That made my day!!
My poem VOYEUR got 3rd place and FALLOW won Honorable mention! And here they are:

Voyeur

Heavy-shouldered waves rise and thrust
themselves upon the sand, thrashing
as they twist and turn, releasing
husky sighs from their depths.
Gulls scream as they witness
each plunge against
the supple, moist shore.

The feral assault ebbs
as waning waves retreat,
easing the relentless assault.

The lighthouse aims its watchful eye.

FALLOW

She is tethered like a music-box bird
by swallowed ambitions and stale rituals.
Passing days cut into her, bits
of broken glass reminding her
that she exists with regret.
Her dreams are a clinging weight,
pulling her like an undertow
into a mournful surrender.

Each days after birth leaves her
with souvenirs of what might have been;
her desires, flowers dying on the vine.
She stares as dust motes
drift
across the floor.


Oh, and today my supervisor was giving a tour of part of the campus to some staff visiting from another college, and she introduced me and said, "This is Rose. She is a very important part of this office and we would be in trouble without her. She does so much!"
That also made me feel good!