Stick Horse Cowgirls

The quote is from Gandhi. I found the poem below on a blog, Cha Cha Gigi , which, sadly, seems to have ended last June. Please read this poem carefully – one line at a time.  No skimming or going ahead!!  You’ll miss out if you do. Lost Generation I realize this may be a shock but 'Happiness comes from within' is a lie; 'Money will make me happy' So in thirty years I will tell my children they are not the most important thing in my life. My employers will know that I have my priorities straight because work is more important than family I tell you this Once upon a time Families stayed together but this will not be true in my era this is a quick fix society Experts tell me Thirty years from now I will be celebrating the 10th anniversary of my divorce I do not concede that I will live in a country of my own making In the future Environmental destruction will be the norm No

The Book of Ecclesiastes has some wisdom in it, you know…. I ran across this Dove Evolution video, which has been around a couple of years now.  It contains a great message that chasing the image of beauty which advertising and popular culture burns into our brain is, indeed, a chasing after the wind. Believe me, having your husband leave you for someone 30 years younger will make you consider cosmetic surgery, but I discarded that idea fairly immediately.  Why?  The only possible reason I could think of in my particular status to do it was to try to snag a man, and I wasn’t even fishing.  Besides, there’d have to be too much surgery—once started with that number-one priority (the double chin…), I’m afraid I’d try to work my way down, as it were.  So, I’ll stay as I am, for the moment.  I hasten to add that I am talking about ME, here, at this time. I have friends who have had cosmetic surgery with great results and for good reasons--no judgment, here--and I'm not counting it out

Look at this patriotic stance: Doesn’t it just make your heart swell with pride to see a hard-working Congressman out there looking out for our interests?  See the Capitol just over his shoulder?  See the patriotic lapel pin?  Isn’t this just the picture of who you want to represent you? But, as most of you know, Congressman Chris Lee (R-NY), has resigned quickly on the heels of revealing his true nature: And, unbelievably, he revealed it on Craig’s List (!!!), trolling for women.  He put HIS REAL NAME AND THIS PHOTO on Craig’s List!  I mean, really, is someone who does this even smart enough to hold office?  “ OOOOOOOH, look at that flexed muscle!” Isn’t that what he wanted to hear?  Taking his manly-posed picture in the mirror (this embarrassment is killing me, here—like watching a painful talent show). I am somewhat known for outrage about this kind of thing, but in this case, it’s hard for me to work up any anger…All I feel, truly, is embarrassed for this sap and sorry for his f

We had seen the weather maps.  Yes, everyone knew the snow was coming.  I had a trial scheduled this afternoon at 1:30—the court called and cancelled late yesterday, although the weather at the time was positively balmy.  The weather guy was adamant that we were going to get dumped on yet again. Yesterday was my late FIL’s birthday, so last night in his honor (on good, dry roads) MIL, Son and I went out to his favorite Italian restaurant where MIL ordered his favorite Brasiola.  We had a good time remembering him.  I was tired enough to put off the compulsion most of us have to stop at the grocery story, knowing that I had plenty of food at home. Howeeeeeeever , when I got up this morning early, I realized that we just might not have enough coffee to last us through a couple days of snow-in.   Can’t be having that, now, can we?  Besides, there was NO precipitation.  Everything looked just as normal as can be.  I got in the car and took off to the store (we’re in the country—the st

Here’s the way my rabbit-trail brain works:  Yesterday I finished up a divorce case that closely paralleled my own life.  It started me thinking this morning of the strange twists that life takes, totally out of our control.  Then, I started thinking back to things that I have witnessed over the years, instances where life just took off on its own; and one childhood memory came to the forefront of my thoughts.  I talked about it with Son over breakfast this morning and, surprisingly, he said, “ Write about that, Mom .” In 1962 I was ten years old.  John Kennedy was president, we were terrified of communism, gasoline was $0.28 per ga llon and Marilyn Monroe died.  (Confession: I had to look some of this up—my memory is  not that good!). Notwithstanding a fair amount of adult turmoil in my home, I was living a pretty good childhood.  An integral part of that was my friend down the road, whom I will call “Jeannie.” Jeannie was another budding equestrienne.  She and I would saddle u

I ran across this picture of Sophia Loren at age (are you ready for this?) SEVENTY-FIVE ! Can this be for real?  How does this happen?  Makeup?  Surely there’s not that much make up in the world… Photoshop?  Well, probably. Plastic surgery? Oh, for sure.  And there is that telltale scarf to hide a saggy neck.  (See how catty I am?). Good genes and God?  Taking care of herself?  Absolutely. Still, the picture is amazing.  She is one beautiful woman. And those boobs don’t look saggy at all—now I KNOW they’ve had some help. C