1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).
12. A bubble bath.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
24. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
25. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
26. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
27. Playing with a new puppy.
28. Having someone play with your hair.
29. Sweet dreams.
30. Hot chocolate.
31. Road trips with friends.
32. Swinging on swings.
33. Making chocolate chip cookies.
34. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
35. Holding hands with someone you care about.
36. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
37. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
38. Watching the sunrise.
39. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
40. Knowing that somebody misses you.
41. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
42. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
found these fun, quirky and valid. assume that each and every one is within quotation marks...
Artist Gord Peteran's Top Ten (or so) Shop Rules
1. Always error on the side of ridiculous
2. If something's not worth doing, it's not worth doing well
3. If something's worth not doing well, it might be worth doing perfectly
4. Charge a lot of money
5. The source of creativity is a limited attention span
6. Procrastination is good, because panic, confusion, sweat, danger, lying to clients, not eating, not sleeping and riding on credit, builds character
7. Learn to shut up
8. Burn all mistakes thoroughly
9. Medically speaking, your head is connected to your ass
10. Plan on going to hell
11. Never hire someone capable of emotions
12. What people say is often a clue to what they're thinking
excerpted from "Gord Peteran: Furniture Meets Its Maker" by Glenn Adamson, with contributions by Gary Michael Dault, David Dorenbaum, Gord Peteran; Milwaukee Art Museum; Chipstone Foundation
This is my mom's Breast Cancert Survivor story from a walk for a breast care center last year. It's a beautiful story, and life-affirming.
I had watched the movies, read the stories and listened to other women talk about it, breast cancer, the disease women fear most. Of course, it would never happen to me! But it did.
When I first learned that I had breast cancer, I didn’t cry or think about dying, I only wondered how I would tell Bob. We were to be married in just 3 weeks after a whirlwind courtship of 4 months. Bob... one of the first things I learned about him was that his wife had died of breast cancer two years before. Now, I had to tell him that his wife to be was going to put him through all that again. It wasn’t fair.
Telling him was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life. I even told him we could call off the wedding. He wouldn’t. We cried together once, then with a positive attitude, faced it all together.
Over the next months, we married and together went through the doctor visits, two surgeries, chemo, daily shots to build white cells, hair loss, and endless weeks of radiation. We also sold a house, bought a condo, packed and moved. Too busy to worry about the negatives, I concentrated on the joys of life.
I leaned on Bob, he was my support group. He had first hand knowledge and was right there next to me, always. When my hair fell out, he said I was beautiful. And, it would grow back! If I didn’t feel well, he held me. He cooked, did the wash and treated me like a princess.
I only had to keep my positive attitude, a smile on my face and in my heart. It sounds trite but it worked for me. Six years later, I look on those months as good months not scary or sad ones. That was the year Bob and I got married not the year of my breast cancer.
THE RIVERWALK IS IMPORTANT.
The RiverWalk for Breast Cancer came into my life because a good friend wanted to walk in my name. She also wanted me to walk with her. Good idea. When I talk about my breast cancer it is to remind women to have a yearly mammogram, that early detection is the key to survival, that breast cancer is not a death sentence any more because of research and studies and events like the RiverWalk for Breast Cancer.
REASONS TO LIVE
The joys of life are what I live for:
his arms around me,
lunching with my daughter,
walking the dog in all kinds of weather,
spending a day reading a book or watching the seasons change.
Big events and trips are nice, but never as wonderful as being out in a crisp fall day.
|That silly HVAC system|
I am certain that my life is a dichotomy. I am not certain that that is a unique state among humans. As it becomes more rewarding, full and richly textured; it also becomes seemingly complex, confusing, and occasionally, mind boggling. An obvious person would say I think too much. I would say, nah.
So, life as I know it. Well, it's summer! This week has been stupendously gorgeous, darn near perfection, weather-wise. And, the full moon (in Aquarius, no less) glowed over Lake Michigan with infinite beauty last night. We need not mention the sunsets. Or must we?
What else am I doing, aside from going on about the weather? Let's see. Been working more than usual lately, which is diametrically opposed to what I'd like to be doing. I want to be outside! Wait, that's about the weather again.
Oh! I also love, love, love Riverwest. It's an utterly great blend of culture and "I don't give a rip" attitude across the River from the East Side of Milwaukee. It's artsy, without the fartsy. Maybe then it would be art-full? Not certain. The description could go on for days, or paragraphs anyhow, but the point is that I like to get my morning iced coffee there and take a moment to realize the good that's going on in the world as I gaze at flyers about the Milwaukee Bruisers Roller Derby team. I suppose one could call it the Brooklyn of Milwaukee or the Portland, Oregon of Wisconsin. Again, I'm not certain, but you can find: cheap beer, a women friendly sex toy shop, an independent baby store, a hookah lounge owned by a guy who doesn't smoke, a truly community-oriented medical clinic, a place to rent a HD video camera, and a number of homes all within three blocks of one another. I forgot to mention Frank N' Stein, serving beer and hot dogs in recently former funeral home.
Now, dig this, in a rather typical version of a Midwestern style, where things spread horizontally rather than vertically, I grew up about 10 miles from Riverwest. Perhaps more. I did go to high school within a mile of here; taking a city bus passed about 8 other school districts to get there. But, this is the neighborhood my dad grew up in. It was a somewhat more typical city neighborhood at the time, with bakeries, churches and a movie theater. Still, maybe the family history deepens my feeling of home - even though my apartment is in yet another part of the city, if not too far away.
So, this little diatribe may be an ongoing one. I have a bunch to say about. Next, I may discuss ham and rolls.
So, I thought I felt like writing. Maybe not. Instead, it appears I feel like napping.
The short version, then. I'm leaving for Amsterdam in just over 5 hours to spend New Year's in the Times Square of Europe. Or so I'm told. Mostly, I'm just going because most of my MKE friends are, and I want to spend the holiday with them. Plus, Amsterdam's amusing. As I recall.
OK, well I guess that's it for now.
Another Maine vacation has come to an end. I adore my/our visits there. They are utterly replete with relaxation, good (if sometimes challenging) conversation and a whole lot of bacon. And, I shouldn't leave out the truly tasty lobster.
This one left me open to the possibilities in my life. I feel somewhat childlike with apprehension and glee. All at once. Isn't that as it should be?
As these vacations end, fall begins with gusto. It's still my very favorite of seasons, though parts of summer make for healthy competition. I just tend to feel very connected to the aura of autumn. The feeling, so to speak.
I dream that mini/mega Bean would be born on October 17 at 2 pm. But, in that dream, I felt like I made it up. So, I won't be holding my breath.
Well, I have decided that my work day would be better finalized with an actual livejournal post. Look at me, I'm writing!
Thanks to all of Casey's friends for their marvelous encouragement. I feel loved, and will do my best to continue.
Terri may not believe this, but I wondered to myself, "is this just an exercise in vanity?", since at this moment I do not have anything truly philanthropic to say. Or, any super cool neato sites to which would direct the world. Or, any neato pictures to share. Maybe I'll get better at the whole thing as time goes on...
Meanwhile, I moved down the hall! Yeah, believe it! I simply put all my stuff on a furniture dolly. Not all at once, mind you. Nonetheless, it was among the easiest moves ever. Cleaning the old place still took a MILLION years, but now that is over, too.
So now, I have a space tha is far bigger – probably twice the size – with better light, better views and gigantic double doors that open out onto the LARGEST four-sided lighted clock in the WORLD!!! Yes, it is in Milwaukee. You thought it was Big Ben in London. But, no. Milwaukee. OK, so maybe this post is a little educational.
On a much heavier note, my thoughts are with the displaced peoples of the Gulf Coast. What a truly horrible and horrific tragedy. I can't even imagine how very shocking that must've been for everyone involved.
On that note, off to my new loft, to sort leaning towers of boxes and other weird contraptions. Do I really need all this stuff?
Sometimes, I decide to reestablish my livejournal, so to speak. I honestly don't know how often I'll write here, since I don't really freaking bother to do anything with myspace or friendster. I like the idea, but my enthusiasm tends to wane. We'll see how it goes