WE

We.... how did we become a bad thing? Wasn't we all inclusive? How did we become we vs. them. WE as in all of us playing nicely in the sandbox. We who are all different but relish difference because how boring would we be if we were all the same.

Somehow we has turned into we vs. they. They who are different are bad? Remember the book about all I need to know I learned in kindergarten. Maybe we should revisit this.

They who are a different color, religious belief, value system, size, sex, sexual preference, political belief, social status, financial status... all suck? How did this happen... How did someone wake up one morning and decide people who don't believe our religious beliefs should get blown up... lets take young men and tell them they get virgins in heaven if they blow themselves and others up. Who thought this up? How did it possibly get carried through? How can we give women back their duty and right to tell their children to place nice in the sandbox... getting blown up and blowing others up...is not good behavior.

Can we possibly start another train of thought. What if WE as individuals became inspiring, beautiful, and funny... funny (as in belly laughs) not funny as in laughing at someone but with someone. Can we jumpstart this new fad for people to respect others differences and rejoice in them. I for one would be really really bored if we all did, said, thought, wrote and painted the same way.

To come clean about the sandbox... me aged 6 in a sandbox having a really nasty temper tantrum ON FILM. Maybe we need to make sure everyone has a sandbox when little, all aggressive and rude behavior should stay in the sandbox and you outgrow this behaviour at an early age. The rest of the time great sandbox civilizations are built, creative and beautiful masterpieces are built, viewed respectfully and not knocked down by the neighborhood bully.

Sandboxes for all. What do you think of my new political platform?

On the road to healthy

How can we be our lively, sexy and sophisticated selves, (OK so maybe exhausted, pudgy and disheveled) when we have body parts that are not cooperating with the new doctrine.

We will be healthy, sleep well, work out, eat well and we will be umm somewhat less than perky? That doctrine is not working so well, especially the sleeping part. How about body of mine please cooperate so that we can exercise and be healthy. Some of my body parts are not embracing this plan. I have repeatedly informed THE BELLY of the program but it is acting like a rebellious teenage girl, I say go in, it goes out. The only good thing about its behavior at this time is …. my boobaliciousness (my hubby’s term god bless him) looks like it has been greatly reduced. The belly whom I am not on speaking terms is inching out to meet the breastissis in competition for upfrontednism. ( I love this making up words game)
As a result I have noticed a decided drop in the checking me out factor (actually for quite awhile). Which at this point is OK, since do I really want anyone to notice how tired I am?

How do we take this (at times) confidence challenged, sleep deprived individual and present a positive presence to the world and convince them that volunteering will help you live longer, healthier lives? Do as I say and do not look at who is telling you?!?

verbousismologist

So what will this blog be when it grows up, hm mm don't know yet but right now, it is the journey of a 49 year old perimenopausal women (every frickin symptom) trying her hand at writing and raising money for her nonprofit agency.

How you ask, will she accomplish these unlofty goals. As an artist of paint I have chosen a new medium to create a picture. Words. As a lover of books all my life, I was one of those kids that mom had to say "put down that book and go outside and play." I have inhaled words that played in my overactive imagination all my life. So my thoughts on my 4.4 mile walk today is, how could we (putting myself in this category with just the tip of my little finger) as authors pick wordsmith as the word to describe one who works with words. I submit the following as consideration Verbousismologist as the new word. If genexers can get ginormous into the dictionary, surely this word can replace wordsmith...... jeez smith not even wordmiller, wordschmidt, wordrodrigez!!! Verbousismologist Verb - ah huh, ism - belief , ous lots of, ologist science. One who believes in the study of lots of words, verbs in particular.

So using verbousismology I will conquer my initial hesitation of soliciting every person on the planet to contribute to my nonprofit agency. I will go forth and spew ginormousverbosenessly to encourage people to contribute to our mission of spreading volunteerism. Did I mention www.volunteerozaukee.com pay pal account?

Have supercalafragolisticexpiolodocous day. That is a cool word that should be danced to. Do not attempt to spellcheck this document!!

Breathless

4.4 miles. They recommend that when you exercise you do to somewhat breathlessness.

If I think about it I have been somewhat breathless my whole life.

Breathlessly waiting for my life to begin in High School, to be picked up on a first date, first kiss, to make love, to walk down the aisle, for my two beautiful babies to be born, for the purpose of my life to unfold, as a piece of my artwork slowly blooms.

Breathlessly in wonder watching those babies grow into the most a-mazing young women I have ever met (I am so glad they picked me as their mom), the man I was always supposed to be with walk toward me on a hill in Sedona to say "I do".

And now breathlessly anxious for the checks to roll in to keep my nonprofit agency running smoothly.

Breathlessly going through life, not a bad goal.

walking

How is it that I have arrived at 49 and have to once again lose weight. Haven't I lost enough pounds throughout the years to be at my perfect body shape. Can't you put all those pounds in an account somewhere and subtract and add (well not many people would be adding) at will. What happens to those pounds we lose, where do they go pound heaven? hmmm more like pound hell - not missed by anyone would be hell.

So for the last 5 days I have been walking. 4.4 miles every day on the bike trail near our house. I feel great. I always feel great when I first start working out. I really really want to feel good and have energy to do the things I want to do. I usually work out very hard for at first couple of months until a random body part decides it doesn't want to work properly. The lastest noncooperative parts have been Rotatory cuff, ACL tear and the lastest insult is planter facitis (if you can't spell it I don't think I should have it) ... Ok now this is going to far. I cannot wear high heels without pain. How the hell am I supposed to look sexy again without that 1 - 3 inches of great calf showing. I think that this is a low blow.

So I am walking. You can't hurt yourself walking can you? Don't tell me if you can I like being blissfully unaware of body parts that decide to have a hissy fit. I promised my BFF Lola that I would start writing (in my spare time HA!) So Lola, here I am blogging. Kind of sounds like flogging and maybe it is like beating people over the head with words, random thoughts and weird musings.

How did I do for the first blog.