#FindAnnie and #BringAnnieHome

Please share these images prolifically. We're not asking too much, just share them please. You would want the very same done for you, if you're child was missing, right? Thank you. OXO

#FindAnnie

This is the granddaughter of my father's cousin and she's been missing since October 16th. Can you imagine? How would you feel if your young daughter vanished? GETTING THE WORD OUT IS THE KEY TO FINDING ANNIE. You never know who may have important info to share, I'd they were aware. 

 Please, please share her missing persons picture wherever you can online and ASAP, and please use hash tag #FindAnnie. 

Thank you! OXO 

Ear Worm

Oh my goodness, I don't know what I will do... Macklemore's Thrift Shop is playing on repeat in my head...

I go to bed with it in my head, I wake with it in my head. It plays in my head allllll day long. I think I'm just gunna have to learn all the words now. ;P

I Need to Know What I Think

I just read something on a blogger's site, Brass Tack Thinking, titled "I've Missed Blogging" and the writer mentions a quote that sums up why I've dusted off this blog o' mine (although the frequency of my posts is still a hit or miss)...

From Joan Didion, "I write to discover what I think."

Right now in my life, I need to reevaluate, rediscover and / or redefine what I think, I guess... Yeah.

That Voice in Their Head Will Be Mine

So, our super smartie daughter is now a sassy six year old - - and I'm trying to wrap my head around it... how the time has flown by so fast. Cliche, I know, but SOOOO freakin' true!

The boy-O will be 17 this summer... Our Juli-bean, aka Sweet Potato, she's now 6, and our little Nacho baby will be 3 years old in a couple months. I'm 40 years old. And my honey-man, he's HALF A CENTURY OLD now (snickering, as I love to tease him) = he's 50 years old!?!

I'm not where I thought I'd be at 40. Yeah, I know, deal with it - and I am, I'm trying to deal with it.

A couple months ago I found a graphic online, probably via Facebook. It's essentially a diagram that asks, "Are You Happy?" - - if yes, an arrow points around the way to "Keep doing what you're doing," and if not, "Change something."

Something has gotta change.

I'm concerned that I'm teaching my kids how to worry, how to obsess, how to be overly concerned, how to not take care of your physical and emotional well being, how to be impatient, how to let a bad day at work ruin my night, how to let a bad day ruin my week; I'm teaching them how to let a poor attitude shroud everything good.  Okay, maybe some exaggeration there, but I do know this... as they grow older and they move more out of my grasp of influence, the voice they'll often hear when faced with a challenge, it will still be my voice in their heads. And that voice will either tell them that they can't handle it, or that they can. I want -I need- my voice to be a can-do voice of self-empowerment!

And so I've gotta own my choices, past, present and future, and take on an attitude of self-empowerment, in order for me to impart such an attitude for my children.  Time to step up my game. Amen.

At That Time in My Life (written in January 2015)

Last December, 2014, as my own Christmas gift to our Juli-Bean, I took her to see her first production of the Nutcracker ballet. We were meeting a couple of my moms-group friends, who were bringing their own little girls, as we had bought all our tickets together as a group. Juli-Bean wore her official Christmas dress for the season, donning a pair of glittery black, hot pink, lime green and teal blue Skechers light-up 'Twinkle Toes' sneakers. No joke. She had forgotten to gather her tights and her quilted, shiny metallic gold, dress-up mary janes before we had gone first to grandfather's for the Annual Johnson Family Christmas Candy Making day. She pulled off those Twinkle Toes though as if the choice had been deliberate, despite the initial moment of panicked realization she'd left her gold shoes at home.

We'd left candy making all too soon, to head to the theater. We had to park nearly a block away and we ran to the Peery Egyptian Theater with one of the moms and her one daughter, who we had met at a crosswalk. We were talking as we ran, and upon entering the theater, we found our other friend and her two girls immediately.

I have no recollection as to any specifics of what any of us were talking about... As we came through those main entry doors of the Egyptian and into the lit and busy theater lobby, a potpourri of fragrance hit my nose - old, aged theater smells of dust, lemony cleaners, and musty vanilla with hints of pine. As we gave hugs of greetings to our friends, and I handed out everyone's tickets, I gave Juli-Bean our two tickets, telling her she could offer them to the usher at the entry door to the inside of the theater itself for the usher to help us determine where our assigned seats were. It was meant as a deliberate teaching moment; We ask for help from the get go, to know where to go.

I had a hand held to her back, at the spot between her neck and shoulder, guiding her along, while looking down at her to see her wide-eyed, darling face full of awestruck anticipation. She had her two hands held together at her chest, holding and protecting our two tickets. The first pangs hit me, "I'm at that time in my life, finally," I thought. Tears welled up in my eyes as if on cue, but I looked upward to spread the tears and thereby prevent their falling. I couldn't be crying already.

"I'm finally at that time in my life..."

Juli-Bean was already familiar with the theater, although she hadn't remembered the place until we entered the interior of the theater, walking down the right-side aisle... We had been there on a mommy-daughter date in February 2014 for the Weber State University-sponsored Storytelling Festival, which she had soooo loved. She squealed with LOUD delight and cast her eyes upward, nearly coming to a halt in the center of the aisle -she wanted to confirm whether the twinkling star lights set in the theater's ceiling were on.

As we came to our seats, everyone taking their turn to find their spot, shed their coat, and get themselves situated, Juli-Bean almost forgot we were there for the ballet, and not for our friends alone. Without much of a wait, the lights of the theater were dimmed, and the orchestra pit -yes, a live group of musicians- sprang to life, deftly tuning their instruments for a brief swell, followed by silence and a cough in the theater audience. The first applause began. The conductor came out, gave a quick yet strong bow to introduce himself, followed with a sweeping gesture towards his troupe of musicians, who all stood and promptly sat back down. He then turned toward the stage and raised his arms, held for only a second or two, and then brought them down... and the sparkling, twinkling beginnings of the magic of Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Prelude began to be play...

I didn't even make it four full measures before my eyes were utterly filled with fat tears, and an ache of pure emotion swelled in my chest. When the flute first began to play, the tears were already rolling down my cheeks, dripping from my chin, and by the time the triangle began to chime away, my mascara was destroyed. I was so happy.

One of my oldest first memories I have of my own mum is of going to Ballet West's production of The Nutcracker in Salt Lake City. I remember sitting on the first row of the mezzanine, left of the stage. I remember clutching my mother's hand, my left arm outstretched behind me as I nearly leaned clear out of my seat, gazing down at the stage, absolutely rapt with wonder and fascination. I'm sure, not unlike Juli-Bean's first time, there were moments when I, too, wasn't entirely captivated, but once the themed dances began, my Juli-bean, just like I had been at her exact age, didn't miss a moment on that stage.

Another happy childhood Nutcracker memory of mine, it's also one of the few memories I have of my mother having long hair that does not come from a photograph... We were on a the mezzanine again, maybe my second or third time seeing the Nutcracker, I don't know. I looked at her over my left shoulder, she wasn't looking at me -she was watching the stage with a soft smile on her face and a look of serene peace, looking pleased. Her face was lit in a golden glow of light reflecting from the stage below. And I felt such love for her swell inside me -such happiness- and then I turned to see the Sugar Plum Fairies take their turn on the stage. This memory hit me as I watched the Sugar Plum fairies take the stage that Saturday with Juli-Bean... And I cried some more.

At intermission, it was every girl for herself in our group. Juli-Bean and I, we made a beeline for the bathrooms to get that out of the way, pronto. Thereafter, we wandered about the lobby looking at the displays and the Nutcracker boutique. Without having to convince me, Juli-Bean chose a nutcracker doll for us to purchase -I had always wanted one. We took some pictures of her posed in front of a life-size Nutcracker and took pictures of one of our friends with her own daughter... And this friend of mine, who had taken her daughter to see the Nutcracker the year before, for her daugther's first Nutcracker production, she said something to me that I will never forget: We've reached that time in our lives in which we get to do the things we've imagined doing with our children.

Nearly 4 years ago, when Juli-Bean was nearly a year old, it was then that I realized that if I wanted to recreate for my own daughter some of the pure joys of my own childhood, we had to leave Las Vegas.

We've been in Ogden for 2 years now. I'm hoping that for 2015, I'll get past the things that have held me back over the last 3 or 4 years, that have held me in anxiety and worry, with a panicked sense of no direction.

I reeeeally need to learn how to embrace my daily decisions that effect TODAY, and I need to live my life as it is, and stop waiting for when this or that comes into place. Some of it may never come into place, and I will have squandered away what I do have right now, right in front of me. That's what the Nutcracker taught me, with my 5 year old beside me, squeezing my hand in the dark of the theater.

Operation "Purge"

So, for the first week after our decision to move out had been made, you woudya thunk someone was dying. I was so deflated, so depressed. I felt demoralized and lost. And angry. And horribly sad. And then I got my head outta my butt.

This is just another one of those crummy character-building experiences in life that you'd like to do without if you could, but it's happening so you just have to deal with it the best you can. It's not a real problem; it's a major inconvenience is all. For it to be considered a real problem, someone would have to have already gotten seriously hurt or we would have NO WHERE to live, or whatever.

We have options and lots. We're staying with the boy-O in his mum and step-dad's home, and our kitties are with us, and we're all having some fun while we're at it! How freakin' lucky are we?

Tackling the packing up of the 'old' house -all 2,600 square feet of it, plus 29 pieces of backyard furniture- has been totally daunting. Each time I go over to purge stuff and pack, I feel totally overwhelmed by how much stuff we have. But in the words of our other next-door neighbor and close friend, when the question "What good will come of this?" had been posed:

"I know exactly what it'll be! You're finally gonna have to deal with all your shit!"...followed by his evil snicker.

 And so it is: I have to deal with all my shit.

All for Salvation Army donation, I've thrown out a bazillion items thus far: 11 pairs of shoes, countless dresses, tons of sweaters, gobs of clothes in general, coats and jackets, bags and luggage, a metric ton of stuffed animals (mine and the girls!), toys galore, art supplies, office supplies, cookbooks and other books galore, foreign language materials, scrap fabrics, blankets and bedding items, lamps, flower pots, glass jars and vases, kitchen pans, table cloths... I've purged old keepsakes and college papers.

The latest purging pile I'd made beneath our carport, I am most proud of by far. It has items in it that I had held on to for years and years.., like 20 years? -items that have only seen the light of day when we are moving and I open the storage container they're stored in and go, yup, there that is still and close it back up again. Things that were somehow impossible to part with until now.

What has changed? I've gained a better understanding of how we give things meaning and how we maintain memories, and opportunity costs. I'll leave it there for now, or I'll cry.

Letting go can be an excruciating process, and can also be life altering, making room for bigger and better experiences to come!

My Neighbor

So here's the latest drama and I'll try to keep this brief.  We have a neighbor, who has a schizophrenic son, and the son believes our girls are 'ours' -his and mine- and that I'm living with another man.

Things have escalated in the last couple weeks and his condition has become more and more unstable and unpredictable over the last few months.  Consequently, we have come to realize we must move out of the home that we love and adore, and had hoped to someday own, just 3 weeks after the owner asked us if we'd like to buy it in 2 or 3 years, and not long after we renewed our lease for another 2 years. That's the short of it.

We can't even remain in the same school zone (that we had meticulously chosen), nor the neighboring zone, as the police have cautioned that the neighbor's son could find us all too easily. We'll have to move to an entirely different area now - - and our current home, we only live about 6-7 blocks away from the angel boy-O's mom, so that arrangement will be lost as well.

If anything were to ever happen, we would never be able to forgive ourselves, so we have to move and change everything. I am utterly heartbroken.

Fundraising is Something I Do

So, um, my latest enthusiasm has involved Girl Scout Cookie sales on behalf of my brand new Girl Scout Daisy, my 5 years and three-quarters-old daughter, and her very new GS Troop (just created this past month).

Since the 29th of January, I posted on Facebook several times (much of it on my own, some of it by Juli-Bean's asking), we called several friends and family (about a dozen, and only those Juliette named on her own), I sent some individual texts and FB messages to certain people (not a ton, but again, only those who Juliette had named on her own), and my daughter went to my work for an afternoon with me and she give her sales pitch in person to over 90 people, and the day after that, we set up a GS Cookie Booth at my work for about 3 hours last Friday afternoon. She -we- sold over 650 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies. Her goal was 500 boxes.

Well, what can I say? I've been uber eager to help my new little Daisy and the girls of her new GS Troop be well prepared for the next season, able to participate and learn and grow without any financial issues that could prevent any of the girls from being able to do all that they want to do as a troop next year.

Indeed, G.S. Cookie Sales are meant to Support the Girls.

I've recently come to the realization though that fundraising is not something that everyone does. And not everyone is comfortable with being asked to give or spend money on behalf of something, no matter what it is.

Fundraising is something I've done a lot of in the past... Girl Scouts, Junior Achievement, for H.S. Concert Choir state trips, Susan G. Komen, the American Cancer Society, the angel boy-O's old elementary school, and the MS Society - -  and aggressively so, some more than others.

My fundraising style is based on 3 primary things:

1. A desire to make a difference.
2. A clear understanding that you cannot -and will not- get what you don't ask for.
3. I know that people sometimes fully intend to give their support, but they simply forget. Consequently, I offer / provide multiple reminders with those very people in mind, to help them not forget... 

My asking more than once, I do not mean for this to harass, irritate or pester anyone - I mean only to encourage the giving of an answer, if I haven't yet been given a final answer, and to remind those who've said yes, but haven't yet finalized a commitment.

For those who do not want to participate or cannot give, or whatever, I do understand that my persistent efforts to encourage and to remind can be misconstrued as irritating and persistent harassment. I honestly had forgotten about this possibility until it was recently brought to my attention... 

Please, please understand, I'm only trying to enthusiastically encourage the ease of supporting our efforts in order for us to achieve our set goals, as we cannot experience success without support. By no means does anyone have to participate, even when asked to. There is no expectation of support - - just a hopeful hope.

Of course, I'd be lying if I didn't admit it's a bummer when you believe what you're trying to do is worthy of support and you believe your goal is attainable, and you ask for help, and don't receive the support you seek, Nonetheless, no one should feel guilty for not supporting a fundraiser. I certainly do not want our efforts to provoke anyone to feel badly for any reason.

Just the same, please understand that we're just excited, hopeful and eager to achieve something good... like yummy cookie sales to support the Girl Scouts of Utah! Big grin and a wink.

40 Years Old and Still Learning

My first lesson I'm trying to finally learn and keep, now that I'm 40 years old (even though I've heard this too many times to count over the last 40 years): I cannot possibly do everything I want, nor all that I think I should do, and that's okay (repeat to self, everyday for the next 40 years if that's what it takes).

Crafty Clever Avoidance Reasoning

Spoken by my wee one, "Mom, you know how I'm little? Well, I'm too little to do that by myself." This was her response to my asking her to please put her dress up clothes away this morning.

Songs from my Head - the running tally

Although this post is dated December 31, 2014, this list was first published sometime in 2005. I intend to update it with each and every song of note that gets stuck in my head over time... 

..."Sunspots" by Bob Mould...
..."Do You Want to Touch" by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts...
..."We Are Young" by Run (I don't know how this happened)...
..."Wise Up" by Aimee Mann...
..."Dashboard" by Modest Mouse...
..."Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab for Cutie...

..."She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult...
..."Within Your Reach" by the Replacements...
..."Smackwater Jack" by Carole King... 
..."Wise Up" by Aimee Mann...
..."Moon, Moon, Moon" sung by Laurie Berkner...
..."Everlasting Everything" by Wilco...
..."Crossfire" by Brandon Flowers...
..."Shake Your Groove Thing" by Peaches & Herb...
..."The Underdog" by Spoon...
..."Bootylicious" by Destiny's Child (and how the hell did this happen, you ask? Listening to the Top 00's on Yahoo)... ..."Tick Tock" by Ke$ha (I'm so ashamed - I do NOT know how the hell this happened)...  
..."Don't Stop Believing" by Journey...
..."Jerk It Out" by the Caesars...
..."Hey There Mr. Blue Sky" by Electric Light Orchestra... 
 ...Anything from Kings of Leon...
..."Poker Face" by Lady GaGa (can't get it out of my head!)...
..."Good Day Sunshine" by The Beatles...
..."Rock with You" by The King of Pop...
..."Don't Stop the Music" by Rhianna (freakin' infectious song!)...
..."Puff the Magic Dragon" sung by Peter, Paul & Mary...  
..."Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend" sung by Nicole Kidman from Moulin Rouge...
..."The Dynamo of Volition" by Jason Mraz...
..."Bushfire" by the B52s... 
 ..."Jolene" by Ray Lamontagne...
..."Boogie on Reggae Woman" by Stevie Wonder...
..."You and I Both" by Jason Mraz...
..."Accidentally Kelly Street" by Frente...
..."Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse...
..."Spiralling" by Keane...
...You're the One That I Want" from the movie, Grease...
..."Life Less Ordinary" by Carbon Leaf...
..."Diablo Rojo" by Rodrigo y Gabriela...  
..."Breathe Me" by Sia...  
..."I Grieve" by Peter Gabriel...
..."This Is Our Life" by Mary Beth Maziarz -- put on my iPod by my honey-man... 
 ..."Trapped in the Drive Thru" by Weird Al Yankovic...
..."White & Nerdy" by Weird Al Yankovic...
..."Something" by The Beatles...
..."Witchcraft" by Frank Sinatra...
..."Concrete & Clay" by Unit 4+2 (from the Rushmore Sndtrck)...  
..."Cherry, Cherry" by Neil Diamond (oh yes!)...  
..."Maps" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...
..."I Need a Hero" by Frou Frou (a cover of the song from Footloose!)...
..."Your Hand in Mine" from Explosions in the Sky...
..."Girls And Boys" from Blur...  
..."Give It Up" Kylie Minogue...
 ..."An Honest Mistake" by The Bravery...
..."Been Caught Stealing" by Jane's Addiction...
..."Thank You" by Angie Mattson, because my honey-man is so good to me...
..."Penny Lane" by The Beatles...
..."No One" by Alicia Keys (I do not know how this happened)...
..."Wake Up" by Arcade Fire (I listened to this album on repeat for several days in Keystone)...  
..."Money" by Jesca Hoop (I've been whistling it for 2 days now)... 
 ..."Here (In Your Arms)" by Hellogoodbye...
..."Everything Comes Down to Poo" from Scrubs...
..."I Feel Fine" by The Beatles...
..."Hush" by Deep Purple...
..."This Fire" by Ferry Corsten...
..."Into the Dark" by Ferry Corsten (it's all Daly's fault!)...
...Never My Love" by The Association...
... "Promises" by India Arie ...
... "Baby, I Love You" by Aretha Franklin (from our Wedding Luncheon) ...
... "Simple Gifts" by Yo Yo Ma with Alison Krauss (from our Wedding)...
..."Dance Me to the End of Love" by Madeleine Peyroux (from our Wedding Luncheon)...
..."White Wedding" from the Billy Idol...
..."Loathing" from the 'Wicked' Broadway Soundtrack...
..."Xanadu" with Olivia Newton John (I need help)...
..."Defying Gravity" from the 'Wicked' Broadway Soundtrack...
..."An Honest Mistake" by The Bravery (over and over again)...
..."Young Folks" by Peter, Bjorn & John (Needless to say, I'm whistling a lot)...
..."No Brakes" by The Bravery (Reminds me of an old boyfriend, although this song is from 2005. Funny how strong old associations can be, springing up anywhere.)...
..."Fire" by Ferry Corsten...
..."Fergalicious" by Fergie (HELP. ME. PLEASE.)...
..."Burn for You" by Kreo' (this one is a common repeat)...
..."Everything She Wants" by WHAM! (oh yes!)...
..."Day Tripper" by The Beatles...
..."Southern Man" by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young (I am my father's daughter)... 
 ..."Six Minutes" by Boy Kill Boy (it's one of their most annoying songs, but I LOVE it!?!)...
..."Bitter Sweet Symphony" by The Verve (gunna be stuck whistling the strings for the rest of this week, I'm sure)...
..."Smile" by Lily Allen...
..."The Cool, Cool River" by Paul Simon...
..."Death on Two Legs" by Queen (how did this happen?)... 
 ..."A la Bahia" by SiSe (on repeat)...  
..."Obvious Child" by Paul Simon (I can still remember this drums session like yesterday! = goosebumps!)...
..."Burn for You" by Kreo (got a club party goin' in mah office!)...
..."This Is It (Your Soul)" by Hothouse Flowers (some MAAAYJERR H.S. flashbacks goin' on here!)... 
 ..."Feels Just Like It Should" by Jamiroquai (lots of quirky head jerkin' goin' on here)...  
..."Rabbit Pushing Mover" (what that means, I dunno!) by Toy... 
..."Hard Headed Woman" by Cat Stevens... 
..."Lovely 2 C U" by Goldfrapp... ..."Invincible" by Ok Go...
..."I AM THE WALRUS" by The Beatles, of course... 
 ..."Morning Yearning" by Ben Harper...  
..."Powerless" by Nelly Furtado...  
..."I Gotta Know" by Nikka Costa... 
 ..."American Pie" by Don McLean... 
 ..."(Everybody's Waiting for) The Man With the Bag" sung by Kay Star... 
..."Baby, It's Cold Outside" sung by Dean Martin...  
..."Belief" by John Mayer... 
..."Gravity" by John Mayer... 
..."Listen Up!" (AGAIN!) by The Gossip...   
..."What Sarah Said" by Death Cab For Cutie... 
..."Bang" by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs...  
..."Do What You Want" by Ok Go (of course)...  
..."No Cheap Thrill" by Suzanne Vega... 
..."Over and Over Again (Lost and Found)" by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (odd vocal approach, I admit, but to me, the music is infectious)... 
..."Heal Over" by K.T. Tunstall (over and over and over again)...  
..."A Million Ways" mixed with some "Here It Goes Again" - both by Ok Go...I'm lovin' em... I dreamt in Ok Go last night!?!... 
..."Living After Midnight" by Judas Priest... I've never had this happen before. Dammit, JACK FM!...  
..."Pretty Little Thing" by The Fink... 
..."Listen Up!" by The Gossip...  
..."Les Filles A Canon" by Jean Leloup... 
..."Some Title in French" by Jean something-that-means-The Wolf-in-french... 
..."Creep" by Radiohead, of course...  
..."Butterfly" by Crazy Town...This song is addictive...  
..."Footloose" by Kenny Loggins... Later on, "I Need a Hero" played over a restaurant intercom and I was in heaven!... ..."Girl and the Sea" by The Presets... 
 ...A most guilty confession: Not only do I have track #10 of 'that' Ace of Base album stuck in my head - - I actually OWN the CD...  
...Still runnin' on "Suzie" by Boy Kill Boy (soooo LOVE the BRIT POP!)...  
..."Displaced" by Azure Ray... 
..."Suzie" by Boy Kill Boy (I'm a total sucker for Brit Rock/Pop!)...  
..."Canned Heat" by Jamiroquai (under the influence of SYTYCD!)...  
..."Don't Panic" by Cold Play...  
..."People are People" by Depeche Mode...  
..."Layla" by Eric Clapton...  
..."Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles...  
..."New Slang" by The Shins...  
..."Ready, Steady, Go" by Paul Oakenfold...  
..."Heartbeat" by Annie...  
..."Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent (God help me)...  
..."And She Was" by Talking Heads...  
..."A Sorta Fairytale" by Tori Amos... 
 ..."Fast Love" by George Michael... 
..."Tainted Love" by Soft Cell... 
...Nikka Costa's "Everybody Got Their Something"...I can SOOOO listen to this song over and OVER and over (you get the idea?)... ...Interpol's "Evil"...  
..."Toxic" by Britney Spears...Yes, I confess - I love this song AND I know ALL THE FREAKIN' WORDS - oh help me. There's no hope... 
 ..."Ooh La La" by Goldfrapp... 
 ..."Destination Unknown" by the Missing Persons (When this one gets stuck in my head, it's there for DAYS!!)... 
..."Daydream Believer" by the Monkeys (Nope, no shame at all, I tell ya!)... 
 ..."Truth" by the Dixie Chicks!...  
..."Rich Girl" by Gwen Stefani... FUNNY NOTE: My honey-man overhead me whistling this and thought I was rockin' it to a tune from Fiddler on the Roof! ~there's the 10-year age difference making itself known...  
..."Don't Bring Me Down" by ELO... 
 ..."New Beginning" by Tracy Chapman...  
..."Vanilla Sky" by Paul McCartney...  
..."Dream On" by Depeche Mode... 
 ..."Bigmouth Strikes Again" by The Smiths... 
 ..."Goody Two Shoes" by Adam Ant... 
 ..."Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab for Cutie... 
 ..."Starry Eyed Surprise" by Paul Oakenfold...  
..."Parklife" by Blur...  
..."Your Kiss is on My List" by Daryl Hall & John Oates (yes, I am a nerd and I have no shame)... 
 ..."Goodnight and Go" by Imogen Heap... 
 ..."Let Go" by Frou Frou... 
 ..."Tangerine" by Led Zeppelin... 
 ..."Brass in Pocket" by The Pretenders...

Mid-January Sunset in 2013, as seen from our Front Door

Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry - - this had been sitting as a draft since January of 2013

I'm Back! - kinda

Wow. I don't think I've logged into this blog for nearly two years? It's been a long, long time... and I've realized that without taking some time to write about it, whether it be to share some forgettable dithering, or my personal epiphanies, time is passing by quickly. I don't remember as much as I had before, when I used to take time to write, to reflect in writing.

For the last two years, so much of my time is spent doing for others, namely, my darling family, but I need something of my own beyond Facebook time.  I do enjoy Facebook, but it's not as, um, sufficient. Here, I can tout my opinions and be silly and be this or that, and it's not for all my 'friends' to see... not unless they, or anyone else, chooses to come here.

Lately, I feel the need to renew some past 'selfish' practices, to recreate something of my own in my life that's for me. Although blogging is a public format, I always felt it was for me.

We'll see how this goes, I guess.  And have a Happy New Year!