Monday, January 16, 2012

finding the spectacular

I don't have very much time these days so I'll make it quick. Like my life. You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our lives, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times, and we find ourselves thinking about the future. We start to worry , thinking, "What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna be in ten years?" But I say to you, "Hey, look at me!" Please, don't worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day... make a wish and think of me. Make your life spectacular. I know I did."
from the movie Jack


Hey Look at Me!
That's the line I use to drive my family crazy---look at me--look what I can do--and then
I do something silly to as they put it--try to win their approval.  Sometimes it works and they laugh.
Other times--well they blow me off or look at me like I'm crazy or say something "mean".
Off-color son--is the more positive one in the family usually.  He will usually looks at me, smiles and give me a high five---"good job mom".
Big Daddy--he tries to out-do me-by doing more than me.
Off-color daughter simply say-, "don't try to win my approval."
Sometimes she'll share in the antics and sometimes, she'll even laugh.
Talking about spectacular---the off-color family---they make my life spectacular.
Living with them is like traveling with a three ring Off-color circus--one never knows what adventurous act will happen next.
It might be off color son and his teenage antics to try and keep me on my toes or watching him soar through the air to make a basketball hoop.
Off-colors daughter is like a walking encyclopedia--especially of the medical kind---anything one brings up--she's either seen a documentary on it or recently read something on line about it.
One never knows what she will decide to wear or what eclectic items will be her new favorite thing...
and
then there is Big Daddy....
oh my what can I even say--
few women in the world are blessed with the ringmaster like Big Daddy---
I mean confess women--
how many of you have had your husband don an old bathing suite and show up at the pool acting like a immigrant from another country?
not many I would say.

During the winter months, I usually get the blah's.
The colors I love tend to fade to brown's and
all the things I love to walk around and examine
appear to die.
During this time
the resting season
the
things that keep me going,
getting out of bed,
loving life
is
the
antics of the off color family three ring circus!
It is quite the adventure
and
one never knows
what will happen next.

Is your life boring,
ordinary!
Come on over
to
"off color" paradise
where you too
can become part of the show.

My life....
even during this dormant time of year
is full,
rich,
wonderful,
ordinarily extraordinary.
It is quite spectacular
in the off color kind of way.

Happy 50th Anniversary to
my
parental units--that's a really long time.

and
to all of you

Find a way
to see the
spectacular
in your life.
claim it and name it.
Share it if you will, I'd love to hear about yours.

Happy Day
and
Blessings


















1 Comments:

At January 16, 2012 at 8:22 PM , Anonymous Anne said...

Happy 50th anniversary to your parental units from me too :-)That wonderful suggestion in the opening paragraph is what got through me through some terrible times. The question of, "Will this matter as much in ten years?" then I picture myself in an idyllic place, in a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers, with tea and a good book. The problem seems very little then.
Off color family is something to be thankful for. Kids teach us much more than we can ever teach them, I think. Off color son has a good heart, and off color daughter is urging female empowerment in a big way, when she urges you not to seek her approval. LOL!!! Big Daddy seems to keep the undercurrent of excitement real. Love your stories and spirit :-)
hugs, Anne

 

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