Happy Birthday Sean!

Happy Birthday to the child that always made me laugh when I tried to discipline him. Can anyone figure out who that might be in the above photo?

It's been a great 23 years. I am so proud of you. I am proud to be your mother, and I thank God for blessing me with you in my life. I will love you forever.

Best wishes and many happy returns. You rock, Sean!!

That is Sean in the White Jacket.

December 4, 2007

What is reality but a concept of our own daily perceptions?
~~Miss Roxie


Now the 5th --

The Christmas Shopping and Planning of Baking and Feasting begins. (Actually, began on December 1, but I didn't get that post posted.)

One Shopping Hand Off --

The Place - Bath and Body.
The Hand Off Strategy

~~~Bath and Body is giving $10.00 coupons with a $30.00 purchase. My daughter went in and made her purchase while I browsed around. After she made her purchase, she gave her $10.00 coupon to me. I made my purchase and my son looked at me and smiled and reached out his hand for the $10.00 coupon, so he could use it for his purchase! All legal and no animals were harmed.

We later met for coffee to discuss who should get the $10.00 coupon that Bill got, and I said it should be me, and he says it should be Madam Blueberry. I guess there's a technical call in there somewhere. It's becomes a philosophical question --

Wrapping -
Madam B jumped right in. We have paper and bows, etc from last year! Hooray! The gifts we have purchased so far are all wrapped! (Of course, you can't walk in this room, the new kitty has destroyed all remaining paper, and will probably get some rare disease from eating the wrapping paper.)

So - We organized a place for the wrapping goods - a large bag from Bath and Body suited that purpose.

Now we are moving things around in our living room to make room for the tree. All the furniture is askew and we abandoned that project and Madam B is outside working on Christmas lights. (We are the original creators of the rash last moment decision to beat the early rush into the realm of holiday insanity. Please be advised we do not promote the state of it, we only suggest that it does exist.)



You, after all, are the one who defines your existence. Be kind to yourself and other people during your time of definition.
~~Miss Roxie

"The Mind is Refrigerated by Interruption"

~~Samuel Johnson.

I found the quote on this site. Read down just a bit, and you'll see where the heading for the topic is. It's about translating Shakespeare - or not. Interesting article, I thought. Translating Shakespeare is good, I think, but as the article says, not all needs to be translated, however, you get into that whole 'what they meant at the time thing', and it's helpful in the understanding of the whole deal.

Actually, what happened was being interrupted by someone in particular was becoming increasingly annoying to me. So I decided to look around on line to see if I could find some deep rooted, psychological fault in this person's emotional psyche, and ended up looking around for what Shakespeare might have to say about it --just for fun.

And I found that link. And I thought the phrase was great - so I posted it. So back to my original thought --

I am beginning to think that one of the reasons people like me is that I am a good listener. But, I think then, to a fault, which makes me a person who would like to be listened, too. But as I see the world occasionally, there is balance and each positive thing is, well, balanced by a negative. Especially if one should think good of oneself about something - Zap! -because if you are any kind of seeker, your fault will be like a huge beam in your eye. Razor sharp.

My point is, the ego will get you every time. Watch out for that. As long as I think I'm a great listener, people will continue to interrupt me. I'll be working on that.

I saw this over at Bona Vita Rusticanda and it looked like fun.

The task plays out like this:

1. Grab the book closest to you
2. Open it to page 161
3. Find the fifth full sentence
4. Post the text of the sentence to your blog
5. Don't search around for the coolest book you have, use the one that is really next to you.

The book on the computer desk is The Poems of Tennyson.

Page 161 just happens to have a book mark in it. The sentence reads,

"What hope is there for modern rhyme..."

Okay. Well. There it is ...