Let Go and Believe

Life can be so colorful.

You Live, you Learn, you Let go, and you become Stronger...

... and if You CHOOSE to believe that life is beautiful..

Then it is.

or it will be,

 just keep believing...

Fiddlers on the Roof

MATCH maker MATCH maker

Make me a match

Find me a find

Catch me a 

SCAM

I met a total hunk on line...it's how we do it these days...

I have had several dates since I became single; I was married for more than a quarter of a century. It's a long time and things change. Drastically!

It's true...when you have a busy life, not into going to a bar, and you want to meet people, you resist...and then you join. And then you have a smorgasbord of 'people entertainment' at your fingertips. I am not one to make fun of people, but in all seriousness, who are some of these people?! And are they actually serious or just seriously stupid!

Ok, so here it goes, and I hope you find this as entertaining as i have. Some of these profiles were so out there, i had to copy/paste them as I came across these people, and then laugh hysterically...

One seriously disturbed dude writes to his viewing audience:

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"she must be open to the idea, idea's, that the world is run mainly by a ruling class, all governments are mostly a lie, believes wars are mostly about money, that americas economy is really in trouble, as well the entire world economy. that the future is going to change dramatically, more importantly that she is open to the idea that aliens from other planets visit earth frequently, all this goes to an underlying view of what i believe is a rational view of reality."

Aliens from other planets? visit earth frequently?? Rational view of reality??? Seriously?!!!

Another obviously intelligent man writes:

"I’m the sort of guy that tries to give out thoughtful gifts and receives rubber chickens gratefull."

Rubber chickens? Ok. ?? Really? Ok. ?

And then there is the openly admitted groper:

"I work very hard and like to snuggle when I'm with a woman to de-stress. I'm also a touchy feely kind of person."

Touchy FEELY kind of person. Sign me up, I'm feeling safe now!

Now the stupid "hunk" of a scammer:

Here's the hook first off, he is drop dead model gorgeous...obviously taken from a magazine. He uses the most flowery love language a women could ever want to hear. And then after a few days of fiddling around with too many "baby, sugar, sweets, and yes even...I will love you always"... he asks for the $1900 loan. BAM! I had been waiting for it.  If you think he is too good to be true. He is.

Tevya the delightful father of 3 daughters says:

"A fiddler on the roof... Sounds crazy, no? But here, in our little village of Anatevka, you might say every one of us is a fiddler on the roof. Trying to scratch out a pleasant, simple tune without breaking his neck. It isn't easy. You may ask, why do we stay up there if it's so dangerous? Well, we stay because Anatevka is our home."

"Without our traditions, our lives would be as shaky as... as... as a fiddler on the roof!"

Life is precarious at best, never knowing what the next day will bring and whether you will stay on the roof or if you will fall off and come tumbling down.

Love and being loved is a tradition that will not soon come tumbling down, but you best watch your step...a fiddler on the roof may be playing your tune. HAHAHAHA...

Be Happy!

The "Me" Bucket

 

Today I feel empty. The bucket is dry. It has been an Emotional Week. I am a wife, mother, daughter,

sister, aunt, friend, boss, and gramog to my new little Lucy “pooh.” 

Lucy Lu aka Lucy "pooh"

Lucy required potty training every hour while she visited the last few days. Lucky me.

 

 Sometimes there is just not enough “me” to go around. Any other “me’s” out there?

Living Life through the CRAP

I know just how you feel.

Sometimes only my dog gets it.

I have had the distinct pleasure, or the awful curse (depends on how you look at it) to spend a lot of hours in bed…more than the average bear (or dog). I’m a SOCIAL creature, yet as circumstances would have it, either my brain or my body just does not always cooperated to my liking. I have been criticized/judged for this at times, yet my doctor was wise when he said “who would CHOOSE to stay in bed?” There are some who think that depression is "all in your head?" Uh, Exactly. Your brain chemistry is off, and it makes your feel like crap, just like when your pancreas is off and you're a diabetic, you feel like crap. Huh, that's weird?

I certainly would never choose to stay in bed, I loathe it, it’s a painful place to be…I have places to go, people to see, life to experience. But if your body revolts and your brain is foggy, well, as I have said before…”you try it, and walk a mile..........”

During the past year I have felt very little depression, but I have felt a good share of exhaustion. Exhaustion to the point my muscles hurt and my energy is zapped (no i don't have fibromyalgia). Life expects a lot sometimes and I’m not so good at monitoring or quiting when I’m just tired. I pay a high price for my excessiveness, but my thoughts, my extra feel good chemicals when I am 'ewe manic' drive me on. My aspirations and expectations about life are high. It’s not about the high life. I gave up caring about “things” when my ego was busted years back. Sure I love nice things, but being nice and caring about other people is what makes life worth living and drives me.

I have responsibilities. It happens by the time we are approaching 50, there's a lot of STUFF. But life happens one day at a time, one moment at a time…and keeping perspective of those days and those moments…even when a tear is shed and then there is laughter that follows—life is happening. And it is all in the journey and the journey is really beautiful, for it is the simple things that count…

Meet Lucy Lu

Soooo…here is a little thing...meet my new grandog, Lucy! Our new little Red Boston, is laying in her Daddy’s arms (yes, Disneyland Dog DAD now has THREE). Seriously Three!  It looks as if Roxee and Lucy will do just fine together.

It's safe out here! Come on girls.

And where is Dozer?  If I have three guesses, he’s either out patrolling the neighborhood, thinking he's got to protect his brood, or hiding under the bed because he got in trouble. He gets gas and Disneyland Dad doesn't like it...or he taking he nap witt he love dog BOBO. Yep, he loving he BOBO! Ahhh. Love my puppies...almost as much as my kids.


I changed my kids diapers and I'm not above helping to potty training Lucy Lu, in fact I stepped right in her CRAP just yesterday. Sometimes life just stinks. And we cry and then we laugh, but we must choose to live.

Blue is for Boys Pink is for Girls?

One of my favorite blogger's, John McManamy posted a blog entitled advice to a new grandson part II on September 27. You may click into the link and read the entire entry, he's a scream.

I made a comment and this was our dialogue, which I thought was rather poignant and humorous.

Dear John,

I concur with #2 & #8! However I do not agree with #7, just ask God. Good IS good enough! We need to get that!

Lori~

September 28, 2009 7:20 PM
John McManamy said...

Hey, Lucy. Here's the test: When they're inspecting the engines on a plane you will be boarding, do you want the inspectors to sign off with "good enough"?

Here's the way I see it: We give "our best." Our best may not be THE best. In fact, "our best" may suck. But we only settle for "good enough" when making our beds. :)
September 28, 2009 9:37 PM
Lori said...

Ahhh John and so it is! I like your take on it...and it's LORI, but Lucy's, good enough. :)
September 29, 2009 8:54 PM
John McManamy said...

Hey, Lori. Oops! A classic case of my good enough not good enough. :)
September 29, 2009 10:16 PM

I look at it this way, when T.J. my son was detoxing from a 7 year drug addiction I realized that no matter what he did, I loved him more than life itself, and I accepted anything and everything about him! I did not accept his behavior, but I accepted him and what ever he was willing to give and do on behalf of himself WAS good enough, God would do the rest. He is 4 years clean this December!

And another thought-- do we hold different expectations for boys than girls? And vice versa? If so...should we??

A Melancholy Flower

I love symbolism. Just as color can bring about certain emotions, flowers have certain meanings. The daisy means innocence and loyal love. A crimson rose depicts mourning. I have felt melancholy for the past several weeks, this flower does not look too melancholy to me. I can fool people as well; I have many times throughout my life.

To live deeply, to live and really feel, is this wrong? Is there a problem? Would you say that Beethoven lived deeply, expressed himself to the extreme through music? How about Vincent van Gogh, what a wide range of paintings and drawings he gave us to enjoy. You can feel his moods reflective in all of them. The humor of Robin Williams and Jim Carey, over the top? Isn't that what we love so much about them? These people with bipolar disorder have clearly been more demonstrative as human beings and we have been the beneficiaries in my opinion.

Regardless of who you are, how you deal with life's challenges, what means of expression you choose to display emotions, it is all very personal and there is not a right or wrong way to do this.

When I am melancholy I choose to keep more to myself. There is a pain inside that aches in my chest, yet no pain killer is available. Sleep is the only freedom from this awful state of existence. Yes it is a form of escape. Yes I have thoughts that oblivion would be a reprieve, but I know that this too shall pass...I will see it through. There is always something to learn during what I have come to know as my humility calls.

Forget-me-Not

Love is a funny thing. It grows, it changes. It sometimes turns out to be not what you really expected it to be. The expectations we have at 14 are not the same as what we have when we are 24, 34 or 44. Nor do I believe my expectations will stay the same at 55, 65, or 75. Life changes and we change, or so we hope we do. We grow up and we grow along. We grow along with life.

I believe in being happy. I believe that happiness is a choice. If you are in a relationship with someone I believe you have a responsibility to contribute to the well being of that person and the happiness of that person, otherwise why be in the relationship? The question is so much deeper than, "What is in this for me?" "Are my needs being met?" It really becomes a questions of, "How can the world be a better place by our having found each other?"

Don't you want people to say after you leave them. "I like myself better after having been with her or him!" Don't you think happy people are more effective people. How about people who are in love? Don't you think they are happier?

Beautiful relationships take courage, they challenge us to be. When love is there we must meet it with back bone, and when we do we change yet again. Finding ourselves and then finding one another is like going home. But now the yard is filled with beautiful Forget-Me-Not wildflowers...and believe me the colors are beautiful!

A streak of RED

Have you ever watched a javelin? If it is thrown properly its trajectory is beautiful. So confident, as if it always knew exactly the place it was going to land before it ever arrived. Those who throw it the best in the world are throwing it football field lengths, can you imagine?

My son started throwing the javelin this year, his last year of high school. His personal record was 160.7 ft. He was ranked 5th going into the state meet, he ended up placing 7th when all was said and done. Fabulous for a first year performance.

The winning throw for the 4A boys went to the poor soul who threw further than anyone expected at the time, particularly the cameraman who was surprised when it ended up in his leg. They nearly disqualified this kid because he "left the area" throwing up because he was upset. I would be upset as well had I saw streaks of red trickling down a leg from a sphere I had just thrown.

Red is a color that represents excitement. It also represents anger or possibly romance. Do you get just streaks of this color in your life or an abundance? Red is an awesome color. I like it very much. Lately I have had none, but I was grateful to see the streak of red fly from my sons hand through the air. It's not really the javelin that is so beautiful it is him. This child has a lot of Red in him. I like it.