Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Monday, June 28, 2010
Not sure where my head is today......
I could not give up the visualization technique today. I thought I would share the wealth my brain hath given me to make this duldrum of a Monday pass by. Enjoy.
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Wish I was here....
I am visualizing....the wind whispering in my ears, pieces of hair caught on my eyelashes, warmth of the sun on my face, the melodic crashing of water and fizzing of foam racing across the sand, course granules of earth between my toes, the quiet.
What do you wish for today?
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Thursday, June 24, 2010
4 down, 4 to go then the final 16
What a day, did you catch final "E" and "F" group matches? Heartbreaking and exciting all at the same time. Tears of joy, tears of defeat and two more National teams going home.
On the plate for tomorrow are Groups "G" and "H". The point favorites are Brazil, Portugal, Chile and finally Spain as of now, expecting to move forward to the final 16. But the way the wind is blowing anything is possible so expect some fireworks.
I will need to take a Valium and NOT turn on the radio while at work, but again I AM a wild card. So don't even think of calling me between 6:30 am or 11:30 am, I will be busy. WORKING you silly gooses, what else would I be doing?
P.S. Vitorearé para mis españoles prójimos. ¡España, mece!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
On the plate for tomorrow are Groups "G" and "H". The point favorites are Brazil, Portugal, Chile and finally Spain as of now, expecting to move forward to the final 16. But the way the wind is blowing anything is possible so expect some fireworks.
I will need to take a Valium and NOT turn on the radio while at work, but again I AM a wild card. So don't even think of calling me between 6:30 am or 11:30 am, I will be busy. WORKING you silly gooses, what else would I be doing?
P.S. Vitorearé para mis españoles prójimos. ¡España, mece!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Talk about waiting until the last minute!
Did you catch the last USA game this morning? What a nail biter! So the USA team struggled through group match the last two weeks to come to this one final match, a do or die moment. USA must have a win to move on the final 16 in the second stage of the World Cup. A draw would be a heartbreak and leave this team ranked third in their group with no further hopes of the cup in sight.
Drama, right?! I think I was on the verge of a heart attack! If any of you know me and my family, well how do I put this gently.....ok we are just maniacs when it comes to sporting events. Generational the behavior lessens, but not by much. My dad, the WORST, me, let's just say I am my father's daughter, my brother is the more composed of the two, my Em, very empathetic to the OTHER team. C'est la vie!
Back to the game, so much on the line and this USA team is fighting back. For a second time the team was disallowed a goal for a non existent foul, but with every hit of the goal post, missed pass, tripping, it finally happened. The late goal in the 91st minute of the game put the team on top. Do you realize how hard it was to keep myself in control where I was at? I should win an Oscar for self control, or at the very least a completion certificate.
Congratulations TEAM USA! Landon Donovan you ROCK!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Drama, right?! I think I was on the verge of a heart attack! If any of you know me and my family, well how do I put this gently.....ok we are just maniacs when it comes to sporting events. Generational the behavior lessens, but not by much. My dad, the WORST, me, let's just say I am my father's daughter, my brother is the more composed of the two, my Em, very empathetic to the OTHER team. C'est la vie!
Back to the game, so much on the line and this USA team is fighting back. For a second time the team was disallowed a goal for a non existent foul, but with every hit of the goal post, missed pass, tripping, it finally happened. The late goal in the 91st minute of the game put the team on top. Do you realize how hard it was to keep myself in control where I was at? I should win an Oscar for self control, or at the very least a completion certificate.
Congratulations TEAM USA! Landon Donovan you ROCK!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Monday, June 21, 2010
My Father's Day
I know I am a day late with this post, but even though it has been five years since this man physically left my life, I find it very, very hard to speak about him without tears. So here it goes......
My dad was a paradox. While to most who met him he appeared rough around the edges and underneath lied a shrewd intellect. Most of all, in his later years he was a kind man. His family was the most important gift he had been given and he cherished it.
My eldest had only two years to spend with her grampa, she keeps a picture of him under her pillow. Each time a plane crosses the sky she will say that he is flying by to check on her. She was his rosebud. Watching him become a grampa was an endearing process for me. The hard-nosed disciplinarian was a pile of jello under the thumb of his granddaughter. He would get in as much trouble as she when they were together. Usually he would be the instigator.
On his birthday he was presented with a card with two little black and white pictures and a riddle. I giggled furiously inside as I watched my mom and dad try to figure out the riddle. The realization that two more grandbabies were coming was a crazy moment for them. The anticipation of the arrival of the twins was almost more than he could stand. At that time I did not know what I was having, just that double the trouble was coming and grampa better hold onto his hat.
In an unfortunate turn of events just mere months before the arrival of the twins he was gone. The little kids did not get a chance to meet the man my Em had grown to love. I did not get the chance to watch my father become a grampa all over again. The hole in our lives is ever present but the memories have not faded. I still hear his voice in my head, the laughter preceding his mischief, the smile that took over his whole face. The little kids always ask me questions about grampa. I tell them he would love them to the moon and back again. I miss him terribly and when I look at my brother I see my dad as a young man. My dad may be gone but he will never be forgotten.
The picture you see was captured by accident. I had not realized this picture would tell everything about my dad in one expression. At least that is what this picture is to me. All the triumph, loss, happiness, and sadness of his life wrinkled in his face. I see something different each time I see this picture. I find a new strength for me in each line on his face and know in my heart I can survive, just like him.
Happy day to all my father friends.
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
My dad was a paradox. While to most who met him he appeared rough around the edges and underneath lied a shrewd intellect. Most of all, in his later years he was a kind man. His family was the most important gift he had been given and he cherished it.
My eldest had only two years to spend with her grampa, she keeps a picture of him under her pillow. Each time a plane crosses the sky she will say that he is flying by to check on her. She was his rosebud. Watching him become a grampa was an endearing process for me. The hard-nosed disciplinarian was a pile of jello under the thumb of his granddaughter. He would get in as much trouble as she when they were together. Usually he would be the instigator.
On his birthday he was presented with a card with two little black and white pictures and a riddle. I giggled furiously inside as I watched my mom and dad try to figure out the riddle. The realization that two more grandbabies were coming was a crazy moment for them. The anticipation of the arrival of the twins was almost more than he could stand. At that time I did not know what I was having, just that double the trouble was coming and grampa better hold onto his hat.
In an unfortunate turn of events just mere months before the arrival of the twins he was gone. The little kids did not get a chance to meet the man my Em had grown to love. I did not get the chance to watch my father become a grampa all over again. The hole in our lives is ever present but the memories have not faded. I still hear his voice in my head, the laughter preceding his mischief, the smile that took over his whole face. The little kids always ask me questions about grampa. I tell them he would love them to the moon and back again. I miss him terribly and when I look at my brother I see my dad as a young man. My dad may be gone but he will never be forgotten.
The picture you see was captured by accident. I had not realized this picture would tell everything about my dad in one expression. At least that is what this picture is to me. All the triumph, loss, happiness, and sadness of his life wrinkled in his face. I see something different each time I see this picture. I find a new strength for me in each line on his face and know in my heart I can survive, just like him.
Happy day to all my father friends.
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Some dear ones to my heart & neat stuff
I came across these pictures of my dear ones doing what they do best, romping their little hearts out. No matter what we are doing we have a good time. There is something freeing about playing on a playground. Running, screetching, laughing, hanging upsidedown. Simple pleasure, simple happy life. These are some of my favorite moments of the afternoon.
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Ralph
This is Ralph, AKA Rocky Christmas Cookie, she is the resident neighborhood lioness. No, I did not get confused, SHE is Ralph AND she is a lioness. This cat, and technically she is a cat, however the shear girth of this animal lends a bit of caution, meets the kids and myself every morning before school and every evening when we return home. She is the sweetest outdoor cat we know and despite the size Ralph has the capability of stalking us in our door side garden with ease.
I never hear her, she just appears. That is creepy and I don't like to be stalked by a animal. I think that Ralph has had many hunting experiences and for sure we may be the biggest non-prey animals she has stalked. She is definitely a silent predator.
We love Ralph, we give her kibble and she protects our front porch. I think I am getting a good deal.
Friday, June 11, 2010
May I have your attention, please.......
The World Cup is up on my must see events like the Olympics or the NCAA Women's Softball World Series. I am drawn like a moth to the flame, every inch of my body is ramped up for pure competition. This morning did not let me down.
The opening match was between Mexico and the host country South Africa. The stadium pitch BUZZED, literally, from a packed stadium of locals and visiting fans. Just an incredible sight, I almost wanted to call in sick to work! I didn't, but I did get to hear the game and could hardly stay still in my seat.
It is wonderful to see the opening match be played with skill, respect, and pure joy. The countryside is beautiful, the people are beautiful, and I would give my eye teeth to just be in South Africa in one of the stadium cheering the players on. Even though both teams took the draw, IT IS ON! Later today will be a match up of France and Uraguay (Grp A). VIVE LA FRANCE! Tomorrow we will see England vs USA (Grp C), Nigeria vs Argentina (Grp B), and Greece vs Korea (Grp B).
Even if you are not an avid follower, this is something you should take a little time to see, simply amazing on all aspects. I know you find yourself cheering, you just can't help it!
Stay Tuned!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness.
~ A. Ginsberg
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Joys of summer?
The joy of siblings.....when joy is on target wonderful things happen. It is almost magical. When the joy is absent, look out. This happens to be one of the moments when the joy was present in abundance. There was a brief break in the weather where the kids, after successful persuasion speeches, got a chance to use the lawn pool. Happy as three little clams in the sea. This will be a permanent fixture as the summer drones on. I may just partake in the festivities. Note to self....find a swimsuit that fits. Yikes, not a prospect I am looking forward to fulfill.
This is what is was like just a few days before. Hail the size of doughnuts...hmmmm...doughnuts. Oh yeah I don't eat doughnuts anymore. Unusual weather for sure this time of year but hey I can't say I am not enjoying the coolness.
This is my mother trapped in the car. Now mind you, there were two other able bodied adults in the house (my brother and myself) to rescue this poor little grandma from the weather. See her little body sitting in the car waiting for the weather to let up? Poor, poor little grandma. Now you would think a young, strapping young man (son) would rescue his mother. Apparently this is not the case in my family. LOL She just had to settle for her eldest child rescue her from the weather.
This is my mother trapped in the car. Now mind you, there were two other able bodied adults in the house (my brother and myself) to rescue this poor little grandma from the weather. See her little body sitting in the car waiting for the weather to let up? Poor, poor little grandma. Now you would think a young, strapping young man (son) would rescue his mother. Apparently this is not the case in my family. LOL She just had to settle for her eldest child rescue her from the weather.
I think we should focus on this happy image, better weather, cuter subjects. Summer here we come!
Follow your inner moonlight, don't hide the madness. ~ A. Ginsberg
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