Monday, August 31, 2015

Shall we dance?

I love it when my life reflects a movie moment. Spontaneous, fun and memorable.


One of my favorites was when I was shopping at a large mall. At the center, there was a large holiday display and seating for the weary shoppers. My goal was to get to the other side of the expansive walk and have a rest. Just as I'm crossing, I almost bump into a man. He pardons, and we both start to go right. Whoops! Pardon again, and we both go left! On the third attempt, he sets down his bags, grabs me around my waist and we waltz around the circle laughing. The dance ends with me pointed the direction I need to go  and him his. We were applauded for our spontaneous dance. I didn't even know I could waltz like that. He was an accomplished dancer and guided me around effortlessly.

What an ego boost and a lifetime smile for me! For a minute in time, I was Cinderella at the ball except I was in blue jeans and sneakers.

Shall we dance?

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

A night out for a beer

A night out with friends for a beer taste with 5 course meal. After cocktail hour, we got to the seating area and began the tastings. I don't like beer in any form, so I was the designated driver and observer, sipping my diet coke.

As the heavy pours continued over the next 3 hours, enough alcohol was consumed to make even the most practiced drinkers bleary eyed and stomachs full of enough food to commence a food coma.

As we were preparing to leave, a lady in front of us stood up, turned around to say something to her date, took a step back and fell backward over her chair, losing  both her shoes as they flew off her feet kicking toward the ceiling. Another guest stopped her from actually hitting the floor, but her date got to see the color of her underpants and stood in a daze as she commanded him to help her find her lost footwear as she composed herself, looking around to see if anybody caught her indignant topple. She smoothed her skirt and hair down, and began her deliberate exit carrying her shoes. Her gait was a little unsteady as she exited with dignity unbeknownst to her I would be blogging about her the next day.

Our group found the way to the car without incident, although there was talk about how we all were fine, just fine, and would have no problem driving home but wouldn't pass a breathalyzer test. I was happy to be the designated driver. I had just as much fun and participated in the Q&A with the rest, and I didn't even fall off my chair!

Keep it in mind to have your designated driver on those party nights coming up. You might just be saving a life other than yours.

Stay safe out there friends!
Have fun and enjoy your night!
Don't forget to buy your designated driver a coke!
Try to stay upright and all right!
Cheers!

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

How old am I?

I am extremely annoyed at myself.

For the past year, I have believed that I am 2 years older than I actually am and now that my natal day is approaching, my Mr. Man has reminded me that we are the same age and have been for the last 3 months! Even more annoying is that I have listed my age INCORRECTLY on my latest medical information and license renewals. So, I can either stay this ancient age for another 2 years and pretend that I have been in a cryogenic slumber, looking amazing for my age, or own the real age and see that this lined face and these gray hairs belong to a virtual youngster? Either way, it is really upsetting that I have lost my faculties enough to wish myself two years older and didn't even get any birthday cake to wish upon!

I'm younger than I say I am! whoop! Hope this continues into my 90's!

Monday, August 10, 2015

Communion Sunday

It was Communion Sunday at church. I always try to attend the second Sunday of the month so I can be part of this symbolic gesture as we renew our relationship Christ and remember his sacrifice for me
. As the trays of communion wafers and cups of  red liquid are passed through the church, there is always some beautiful song playing in the background. Our church takes the cups and wafers as a church body and we wait until every one has the "body and blood of Christ" in their hands. It is a solemn ritual and one I take very seriously.
  During one of our recent communion services, there was a pew with several residents from a local convalescent home. As the communion plates are passed along, it was handed to an elderly man who wasn't able to hold the plate upright. His neighbor held the bulky plate for him as he tried to grasp ahold of a cup and pick a small 4 cm. wafer out of the bowl with crippled fingers twisted by the ravages of arthritis and age. The church usher stood by his side and helped him to get hold of the two items. With shaking hands and determination to keep the cup upright and not spill it, the old man tucked his hands under his arms to steady them. The congregation waited patiently, the song was extended effortlessly and the pastor held off the prayer until the old man was composed and ready.
 As the congregation of 500 took communion and thanks, I thought, wouldn't it be wonderful if the world could just slow down a bit to accommodate those who are a little slower than ourselves, be considerate and thoughtful of others, and to help each other in times of need, even if its just the smallest gesture?
Be grateful and live the day to its fullest. It is a gift. Thank God above for all the riches you enjoy.
This day, do a good deed for another out of the love of your heart.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Vege gone wrong!

I fell for it again. Seeing a delicious and beautiful, perfect food created with just a few ingredients and photographed then posted to social media and thinking I could do that!

Some of the recipes even have a video, showing how easily the mango will fall away from its seed, the avocado from its seed, the pineapple, the watermelon, the egg perfectly boiled and peeled. The apple rosette, the olive stuffed penguins.  I try the recipes that look simple enough and beautiful to impress, but they are either gross or a total fail.

I decided to do zucchini chips. How hard could it be? Slice, season, oil and bake. I followed the directions exactly. Epic fail and gross to taste. I ate the first "chip" but it was just chewy and not chip like at all, not puffy and golden as pictured,  but other than it gagged me. Then I thought maybe it was a fluke. It looked kinda like the photo-just flat and black, so I gave it another taste. Spit that out and then I realized most of the problem was the smell. Two days later and I still smell the dang things, the odor lingering like charred popcorn in the microwave.

Spending the day descenting and destroying any and all evidence that I experimented with the vegetable and wish I had just sautéed the zucchini like I usually do and ate it old school.

I don't know what strength of Febreeze is being touted on the commercials that absorbs all odors and the people are blindfolded and surrounded by trash and cat litter unaffected by the odors, but I'm writing the company and calling them out on their bogus propaganda. It isn't working and I'm resorting to spraying the stuff on the ceilings and ovens and my tongue. Relying on the old fashioned bowl of vinegar to suck away the odor of the vege gone wrong!