Now as a general rule I think it is safe to say that most people are pro-breast. I mean, face it folks, nearly everyone likes a nice set, no matter the size or shape. And really I’m no different, however…I must admit that sometimes they are a problem.
So, both Glitterbug and I are what you would call ‘amply-endowed.’ Normally this isn’t an issue for either of us. However, during our recent camping extravaganza both of us received pretty horrific sunburns. Due to the scorching of our shoulders and backs it was very painful to wear a bra, so typically the bra was the first thing to get the ol’ heave-ho upon arriving at the domicile. Although this action provided some immediate comfort it also posed some problems.
Those of you out there who are either amply-endowed yourselves, or have intimate knowledge of someone who is, will recognize that without a bra some sort of makeshift support is often necessary to carry out seemingly simple tasks (most especially running for the phone). To accomplish this, the most natural response is to fold one’s arms gently under the breasts, resting the weight of them on your forearms, leaving your hands free to focus on other tasks. Well, Glitterbug was perceptive enough to notice that in this posture one tends to resemble a Tyrannosaurus Rex; whose fluttering, short arms seem almost useless and humorous juxtaposed against their enormous bodies. Well, a woman in this position is decidedly no different.
So as we offered comfort to one another through the agony of the first summer char, we were also provided with countless moments of entertainment as we “T-Rexed” around the house for days.
I know Memorial Day in America has mostly come to be about the food, friends and summer weather, but its true meaning is NOT lost on me. (Even devout pacifists can appreciate and reflect on the significance.)
I honor all the men and women who have given, suffered or fallen for their beliefs or just for their circumstances. In particular I honor those I personally know, or who have touched my life.
I recently had a little nostalgia trip through Ebay looking up several of my favorite toys from my childhood. I found my Steve Austin doll (complete with “Bionic eye action”), my Jane West doll (From the Johnny West collection) and I was reminded of the countless hours I spent playing ‘cars’ with an empty scotch tape dispenser and an Avon Cologne Bottle.
But by far the one image that most stirred my old passions was this one:
(As I recall, mine had fringy plastic things streaming from the handlebars and a lever-brake on one back wheel that would cause you to ‘spin-out’ in a really cool way.)
I owned the sidewalks, the dirt alleyway behind my grandparent’s house and even the steep winding road down from the cemetery hill behind my house. (It also made it down the side of the hill, through the grass and rocks, on more than one occasion.) It took a couple of years to fully wear holes through the plastic back tires, but by then I was riding a regular 2-wheeled bicycle. Man, I really LOVED that ride!
Sometimes my abode is a little inconvenient (too far away in the boonies) for the events of my life. Because of this I have learned to become fairly flexible, plan for things in advance, and pack/prepare for adventure. Yesterday was no different.
Before I left the house in the morning I knew that after work I was scheduled for a happy hour with my co-workers, then a little bit later I was heading to another happy hour/Birthday celebration with the bloggers closer to down town, and finally, I would be heading over to meet the returning traveler, Glitterbug, at her house.
Now typically I don’t like to ‘roll’ in my ‘work clothes’. So after I left my colleagues I wanted to ‘slip into something a little more comfortable’ before I headed to my second happy hour. Being miles from my own house, I chose an out of the way little parking lot behind a hotel to do my quick change routine in the car. (We’ve all done this hundreds of times before, right?) So, I stepped out of the car and got a change from the ‘backseat closet’. I returned to the driver’s seat and casually stripped down and put on my other duds. Then I got out of the car, tucked in my shirt, put on my belt and shoes and neatly folded and hung my work clothes and returned them to the ‘backseat closet’. No big deal really, except for two small details that made me laugh.
First, when I got undressed I nearly hyperventilated when I looked down and noticed that I was wearing underwear with a little ‘Superman’ logo on the front! Hey, it wasn’t a phone booth, but come to think of it, I’m not sure Clark Kent even owned a car. The moment was for me alone, and at the time it was priceless. Hey, at least it made ME laugh.
Second, as I drove off I noticed two young gentlemen in a parked car behind me, eyes wide, mouths agape…as IF they had seen something extraordinary. Now as we all know, I’m not exactly shy, but at the same time it’s not like I was standing around naked outside of the car.
AND a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
She is your field which you sow with love
and reap with thanksgiving.
And she is your board and your fireside.
For you come to her with your hunger,
and you seek her for peace.
When your friend speaks her mind you
fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor
do you withhold the “ay.”
And when she is silent your heart ceases
not to listen to her heart;
For without words, in friendship, all
thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born
and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you
grieve not;
For that which you love most in her may
be clearer in her absence, as the mountain
to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friend-
ship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the dis-
closure of its own mystery is not love but
a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable
is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If she must know the ebb of your tide,
let her know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should
seek her with hours to kill?
Seek her always with hours to live.
For it is hers to fill your need, but not
your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let
there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart
finds its morning and is refreshed. - Kahlil Gibran
The uncanny resemblances continue to amuse, mystify and confound me.
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[Darth Vader] is still at work in the world unleashing “evil energy” but [the power of the Force] will be the final arbiter [in these movies], [George Lucas] said on Wednesday.
Speaking at the third general audience since his [movie] last [year], [George Lucas] also said that [audiences] had to look for [the Force] in [prior movies] and learn from it.
“[The Galaxy], in fact, is not in the hands of dark forces, left to chance or just human choices,” he told thousands of people in [Hollywood].
“Above the unleashing of evil energy, above the vehement interruptions of [Darth Vader], above the so many scourges of evil, rises the [Force], supreme arbiter of the Galaxy],” [George Lucas] said in an address reflecting on [the Star Wars set of trilogies].
He urged [movie goers] to look for and recognize what he called “hidden divine interventions in [the film].”
Have you ever felt like you wanted to climb to the highest mountain and scream at the top of your lungs?
I remember one time when I was 19 years old, traveling with my college group and being given time to climb in the surrounding mountains. I separated from the group and chose to make my own path to the apex. I enjoyed the climb and the solitude.
When I reached my destination I was truly overwhelmed at the beauty of the moment. I longed to embrace the grandeur that surrounded me; to enfold it, enclose it, or somehow contain it. And I ached from my inability to capture, define or hold the awesome majesty. So with the mountain beneath me, I stood alone, and unable to produce any other sound, I quietly wept, while the valley below echoed with SILENCE.
Right now I am delighted to merely stand before, between, behind and among the brilliance of the world and let it surround me, enfold me, enclose me, radiate around me and just pass through me.
It’s a pity there are no ‘real’ mountains in Texas. But it is probably for the best. The sound would quite possibly be deafening!
My friend Squeek had an idea, a goal of sorts. He knew what sort of thing(s) he wanted to do with his talent(s) [they are many] in his lifetime. I don’t think he really had a road map, but he had a direction. So one day Squeak just moved away from everything he knew and set out to make it happen.
Now with several film credits under his belt, he is starting work on a MAJOR blockbuster film. And even better, on a project that has been a real passion of his since childhood.
It’s SO wonderful to watch (from any distance whether near or far) as your friends’ lives come together in a really good way for them.
Way to go! I’m so grateful to know you, and proud of your accomplishments.
Mom has been in town for a couple of days now and we have been having a very good visit. I was delighted to introduce her to many of my friends on Saturday. Overall the rowdiness was kept to a minimum, and the enjoyment was still kept at a maximum. The day was filled with fun, food, libations, kids, dogs, jokes and plenty of sunshine.
Then on Sunday Mom and I did some marathon shopping. Mostly she and I like to shop for kitchen-y kinds of gadgets and occasionally shoes, both of which we did yesterday. Now both of us have on occasion been accused of being sorta OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but we like to think of ourselves as ‘organized’. (And trust me when I say that neither of us has it as bad as I KNOW it can be. Heck, I’m down-right messy in many regards.) However, it occurred to me as we rummaged around in the Container Store that I was intending on buying containers with the hopes that I could purchase something to PUT INTO the containers in the future. So I would actually be BUYING THINGS TO GO INTO the containers that were totally unnecessary to begin with. I think this is the first sign of some kind of addiction. People shouldn’t need to organize SO MUCH that they want to organize things they don’t even have yet.
The first step is to admit that you have a problem. Come to think of it, if we’re talking about “12 steps”….I might need new shoes.
