Some times when we're driving we all want to speed up and get there sooner, of course my husband told me about 27 years ago, that you really don't get there sooner just cause you're speeding. So for twenty seven years I've made it my hobby to see if he was right, and more often than not he is correct: I pull into a toll booth or ramp exit in back of the ying-yang that cut me off 5 minutes back.
The crucial moment comes into play when you arrive 5 minutes, or 2 minutes, or 1/2 minutes after a crash, then you feel empathy for those involved in the event yet, you are highly thankful that it wasn't a day you chose to speed. All of that timing is what makes up a days events. You're either on the good side of five minutes or the one bad split second.
And then there is the law of averages, which becomes scarier as time passes.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
The Best Days of Your Life
Was it discovering Caterpillars, and holding the poor thing all day? Ooh it's a worm in disguise?
Was it the day a boy named Allan Miller kissed you on Moose's kindergarten Floor?
Was it the day your mother bought you a soft ball size green rubber ball from the corner drug store across from Humboldt Park, which by the way had a stone drinking water fountain in front of it, and a soda parlor inside of it?
Or was it the day you filled up your new baby buggy with dirt and worms and hauled it up 2 flights of stairs, and tried to implore you mother to let them sleep with you that night?
=Memories from a child of 4-5 yrs old.
Was it learning to love music from an early age (due to an Irish and Polish influence, ooh only some people know how to celebrate St. Pat's & St. Joseph's Day, a split household ethnically balanced in March each year)?
Was it the first time you saw a rainbow stretched out over Humboldt Park?
Was it going to church on Sunday and not dropping your little purse or gloves in the gutter as you existed the 55 Plymouth?
Or was it listening to your brother sing like an alter boy angel every time he was on the swings, with that wonderful boy soprano voice he had?
Was it the day your parents renewed their wedding vows after a very harsh time period for them?
Or was it the day you met the man who would still make your heart do somersault's thirty years later?
Was it the night he proposed?
Or was it the cold February Day you stood on the church steps, smiling and laughing together while people pelted you with rice?
Was it another day in February when you got to kiss your little boys forehead after he was born?
Or was it the day you laugh so hard cause the same little boy had fallen out front, noticed his knee skin was gone, and demanded of you that you go get it off the sidewalk and put it right back on his knee?
Was it all the days you looked into your husbands eyes and saw the love mirrored back at you?
Was it the day you buried your mom, and extreme happiness came to you knowing she was within touch of your Dad's casket, and you knew a long journey had been ended the best it could?
Was it any Day your child laughed out loud and made you start laughing just for the sound of his laughter?
Was it the day you stood out in your yard viewing the garden of veggies and flowers with your angel standing watch, your husband beside you, and you cried for happiness?
Or was it all those days?
I think we are blessed with the many best days in our life.
Was it the day a boy named Allan Miller kissed you on Moose's kindergarten Floor?
Was it the day your mother bought you a soft ball size green rubber ball from the corner drug store across from Humboldt Park, which by the way had a stone drinking water fountain in front of it, and a soda parlor inside of it?
Or was it the day you filled up your new baby buggy with dirt and worms and hauled it up 2 flights of stairs, and tried to implore you mother to let them sleep with you that night?
=Memories from a child of 4-5 yrs old.
Was it learning to love music from an early age (due to an Irish and Polish influence, ooh only some people know how to celebrate St. Pat's & St. Joseph's Day, a split household ethnically balanced in March each year)?
Was it the first time you saw a rainbow stretched out over Humboldt Park?
Was it going to church on Sunday and not dropping your little purse or gloves in the gutter as you existed the 55 Plymouth?
Or was it listening to your brother sing like an alter boy angel every time he was on the swings, with that wonderful boy soprano voice he had?
Was it the day your parents renewed their wedding vows after a very harsh time period for them?
Or was it the day you met the man who would still make your heart do somersault's thirty years later?
Was it the night he proposed?
Or was it the cold February Day you stood on the church steps, smiling and laughing together while people pelted you with rice?
Was it another day in February when you got to kiss your little boys forehead after he was born?
Or was it the day you laugh so hard cause the same little boy had fallen out front, noticed his knee skin was gone, and demanded of you that you go get it off the sidewalk and put it right back on his knee?
Was it all the days you looked into your husbands eyes and saw the love mirrored back at you?
Was it the day you buried your mom, and extreme happiness came to you knowing she was within touch of your Dad's casket, and you knew a long journey had been ended the best it could?
Was it any Day your child laughed out loud and made you start laughing just for the sound of his laughter?
Was it the day you stood out in your yard viewing the garden of veggies and flowers with your angel standing watch, your husband beside you, and you cried for happiness?
Or was it all those days?
I think we are blessed with the many best days in our life.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
Me ke aloha
aloha - love.
Like most Hawaiian words, it has a variety of meanings:
As a greeting it means hello or goodbye. As a noun it means, compassion, mercy, love, lover, grace, kindness. As an adjective, beloved, kind, charitable. As a verb: to love, to pity, to venerate. In some contexts it can even mean alas! In the doubled form: Alohaloha means to make love, express gratitude, affection, or compassion, or to give thanks
Me ke aloha - With love
mahalo - Thank you.
Possibly of portugese origin. Sometimes seen with the modifiers "Nui Loa", meaning "Big".
Like most Hawaiian words, it has a variety of meanings:
As a greeting it means hello or goodbye. As a noun it means, compassion, mercy, love, lover, grace, kindness. As an adjective, beloved, kind, charitable. As a verb: to love, to pity, to venerate. In some contexts it can even mean alas! In the doubled form: Alohaloha means to make love, express gratitude, affection, or compassion, or to give thanks
Me ke aloha - With love
mahalo - Thank you.
Possibly of portugese origin. Sometimes seen with the modifiers "Nui Loa", meaning "Big".
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