Embrace The Suck

When Robert was little we played a lot of make believe. As an only child he came up with all kinds of scenarios, that I, the only nanny, was insructed to act out. I don't know where his interests lie today or what he'll want to be in the future, but back when he was only 3, I was sure he would be the next Stephen Speilberg. He owned a Fisher Price castle which was the backdrop for most of our imaginary jousting matches. He'd line the white knights up along the ramparts of the castle, then explain to me, in three-year-old-detail, exactly how the black knights were to storm the walls, swim the moat, or turn the dragon loose to burn down the drawbridge, then sneak inside and wreak havoc on the gentry. We played this game over and over again, and I don't think we ever did it the same way twice...except of course the good guys always won. Another activity center/movie set was Robert's Fisher Price pirate ship. It came with one-eyed, peg-legged pirates, cannons, and even ...

I read with interest the article in today's newspaper about a new product invented by a hometown girl who is a mere ten years old. Unless it has to do with some new Barbie accessory, ten year olds are not your normal, run-of-of-the-mill idea makers. But as they say, necessity is the mother of invention and clearly today's budding females have a problem - something the newpaper calls "headlights". This young lady, Carlie Christenson, has developed a product she calls, "boob-eez" which stick on your chest, covering what the blossoming entrepeneur calls "headlights." The newspaper calls the product a "prequel to the training bra." And every one knows the training bra is the prequel to today's, anything but modest, stretched, up-lifted, lace-trimmed Victoria Secret Miracle Bra. It's been a long time since I was ten years old, but I grew up in a house of girls. Breasts outnumbered testicles 12 to 2. Before birth control pills were read...

Most days I go about my business and don't pay much attention to the sights and sounds around me. Every once in awhile I'll remember to stop and smell the roses or take notice of a cloud formation or slow down for a yellow light, but mostly I seem to run on the fast track just trying to get things done. Unless I'm in Reddi Arts - time tends to stand still when I walk in that store. The funny thing about it is that basically Reddi Arts is an art supply store, and I am anything but an artist. At least not the kind of artist that uses fancy brushes and canvas or handmade paper or collage supplies, or clay by the block, etc. But don't let the name fool you. Reddi Arts is way more than just another craft store. Reddi Arts is my own little sanctuary, an oasis of beauty and fun and friendly people on a busy street in a busy world. All you have to do is walk into Reddi Arts and you will be met by a brightly colored display of plates and vases, or stuffed animals or decorated co...

"Procrastination is the fear of success. People procrastinate because they are afraid of the success that they know will result if they move ahead now. Because success is heavy, carries a responsibility with it, it is much easier to procrastinate and live on the "someday I'll" philosophy." --Denis Waitley Wow, that's deep! But right on the mark. I do have a "someday" philosophy ... especially when it comes to this blog. I only managed to make three posts in the month of March. Is that about laziness, being too busy doing other things that seem more important, writer's block or am I just not a blogger at heart? I feel a little guilty like I'm letting someone down, when really I have no idea who, if anyone, reads or cared what I post. So here it is, Sunday, the 1st of April - the beginning of a new week at the beginning of a new month. Will I post on a more regular basis, I can't make any promises, but I have a willingness to do better. T...