Beach Shades... LOLMore Like This
The sky is again a charcoal grey...
It is a dreary, yucky looking winter's day!
Time to pull down the backlit beach scene shades...
or just hop a plane and run away!
The First SnowFirst SnowMore Like This
Snowflakes falling slowly down.
One by one they hit the ground.
Soft like whispers all around.
They melt away without a sound
Now raise your eyes up to the sky.
And see them gently floating by.
Falling from the clouds up high.
Like teardrops spilling from your eyes.
The sky begins to slowly clear.
The sun peaks out, clouds dissapear.
Winter may be drawing near,
But for now it isn't here.
All because she wore jeans...Reprinted here on June 30, 2011 - originally appeared in my journal on May 30, 2009More Like This
All because she wore jeans... a true story!
I was born in October of 1954, and born into the last generation of little girls who weren't allowed to wear pants to grade school. Oh, on cold winter mornings, we could wear our corduroy slacks to school... but, just as soon as we arrived in our classroom, all the young ladies had to go directly to the cloak closet (every classroom had one at the back of the room) and remove our corduroys, and either hang them up, by one of the belt loops, or fold them neatly, and place them on a shelf underneath the pegs that held our coats. Once we were without our corduroys, we could return to the classroom and take our seat at our desk.
At the tender age of about eight years old, I wondered long and hard, trying to figure out what was so very horrible about girls wearing pants... but, when I queried, I was told "it just isn't done"! or "Boys wear pants, girls wear
The Big Three Ohhhh...Almost 27 years ago now.... there was a wonderful restaurant in the Kansas City metro area called "The Greenhouse"...actually, it was "somebody's" Greenhouse... but, for the life of me, I simply cannot recall the name of the somebody! Anyways, the place was a mecca for plant lovers... the comfy tables, and cozy booths, were located under huge glass panels that extended out from the main roof. Plants of various varieties, both trees and flowering plants, were strategically placed so that the diners got the impression that they were enjoying their meals... in what would be referred to in an Regency period romance novel... as a private conservatory.More Like This
Even though we had already begun working for ourselves, and building our own business, Bob and I were still members of the always stressed out, jet setting, fast paced corporate world at the time. When we were just too tired, after work, to consider cooking... especially on a Friday night, when we could linger for an afte
SWIPPS...My sweet hubby Bob's family has had a long standing tradition of allowing the member having a birthday, to select the menu for their birthday dinner. With this in mind, when our daughter Lindsay was just a few months from being 3 years old, I asked her what she thought that Daddy might like for his birthday dinner, the following evening.More Like This
Lindsay exuberantly replied "Swipps"!
I stared in over-worked mom confusion, and said "Baby, what are you talking about? What are swipps"?
"SWIPPS"! she replied. "Daddy likes them"!
I reluctantly replied "Golly, I wish I knew what you were talking about..."
Later that day, I needed to pick up a few things at the grocery store, and because Lindsay always went wherever we went... she was happily riding along in the buggy... making comments and asking questions from time to time... while I checked my list, and added more things to the cart.
Without warning, she happily screamed "SWIPPS" and pointed to th
They Say They Don't SmileThey Say They Don't SmileMore Like This
Newborns don't smile...
it's "just gas" they say.
But, they didn't see my daughter's
face that special day.
I arrived at the nursery
all swelled with pride.
I knew that my daughter
was waiting inside.
The Nurse brought her to me
all bundled up tight
she was born the day prior
and she was all right.
I looked down at her,
and she looked up at me.
A pretty girls eyes
I'm sure recognized me.
With Joy all around us
she looked up at me
and my daughters smile
was welcoming me.
Copyright 1997, TThealer