It’s the time of year when we naturally reflect on our lives and those we love. Lately I have daily reminders of my parents. It is such a nice moment in my day when something pops up that brings two of the loveliest people to mind.
Archive for December, 2011
Have you ever wished you could bottle a day and hold it forever? Perhaps when you are feeling down or dissatisfied, you could open the bottle and take a swig.
I don’t mean to get all Jim Croce on you. But, yesterday was that day.
Like many of you, Running Girl and I try to spend time with our family during the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day. It’s a magical time of year. Christmas preparations are done, the toys are opened, and hopefully returns are held to a minimum.
It’s time to play with the toys and spend time with those closest and dearest to you.
It is also a great time to get in the car and do family activities.
Yesterday, all five members of Kay Nou got into the family vehicle to travel to Rochester, NY for a day of fun and learning. Continue reading
The Fashionista and I enjoying playing piano duets together. Here’s one for you to enjoy. Not perfect and we’re both looking extremely serious, but it’s fun to share.
Two giant Christmas icons. Is there room in this commercially-overblown holiday for both of them?
I think not.
Let’s have it out. Two go in — only one comes out.
Let’s compare them to see who will win:
Santa: Saint Nicholas was from Myra in Asia Minor (Turkey). Somehow he made ended up in Lapland near the North Pole. Ability to survive extreme heat or cold? Fuhgeddaboutit.
Jesus: Was from Galilee, but born in a hut in Judea. He was known to pass through Samaria without even looking back over his shoulder. Hung with prostitutes and thieves. Called out the Romans and the Pharisees. Death? Doesn’t scare him, he’ll be back.
Advantage: Jesus Continue reading
Island Boy was using a new “Sugar Cookie” scented soap.
IB: You know, M, from Haiti?
Me: Yes. She was your Nanny.
IB: She smelled just like this.
I’ll be buying boatloads of this soap to last for a long, long time.
IB is usually very good about bedtime. Tonight, not so much.
IB: When I grow up I am NEVER going to bed!
When I finally got him in bed and read him stories he pulled an old cell phone off of his shelf.
IB: Hold on, Mom. I have to text my girlfriend.
Although I use this word sometimes to describe baseball players and grandfathers, my favorite use of the term “hero” is to describe a sandwich on Italian bread containing meat liberally covered in tomato sauce and melted cheese.
Tonight, I want to tell you about a real hero.
Leon Smith is my friend. He served his country as a soldier in Vietnam. Undoubtedly, he engaged in heroic activities during that conflict. But, that’s not what I’m going to talk about in this post. Continue reading